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Just got discharged from Arkham again, boys. The food is garbage, the orderlies have zero sense of humor, and Batman keeps ruining my high-concept performance art pieces with police brutality.
I log onto the sharty for one (1) minute and what do I see? Pure, unadulterated gloom. Posting about how your waifu left you, how the rent is too high, how Gotham's infrastructure is crumbling under the weight of late-stage capitalism. Where is the levity? Where is the chaos?
You guys sit around complaining about the Joker-industrial complex keeping you down, but when I give you the ultimate blackpill—that none of it matters and you can just paint your face and burn it all to the ground—you clutch your pearls and call me a criminal.
Let me ask you cowards a question:
Why are you stressing over a 9-to-5 when you could be hijacking a chlorine tanker for a little bit of trolling?
Why do you care what the GCPD thinks of your post history when the whole city is a punchline waiting for a setup?
If one bad day can turn a guy like me into a master of mayhem, what's your excuse? Are you just lazy?
Discuss. Or don't. Honestly, it's all the same to me. Time to go put laughing gas in the city's water supply. Honk honk, mfs.