Elaborate on why drinking or smoking marijuana would mean death?
Gin says that drinking or smoking marijuana would cause me to forsake my beliefs. This makes me die.
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
This bet is essentially "I bet you $100 that you will commit suicide in 5 years" if I lose I won't be around to be unhappy about it its free money fmpov
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
The awkward moment when the explanation is more confusing that the original statement
Also, what is NM doing? Worst play I’ve ever seen.
I can't remember the last N_M post that wasn't bland, unimaginative and lame. Some shitposters are at least somewhat funny. You are the epitomy of the type of poster that nobody would miss if you were to suddenly disappear. You never add anything of value.
I'm guessing you haven't read the game and probably never will? Why even sign up to play?
Also, what is NM doing? Worst play I’ve ever seen.
I can't remember the last N_M post that wasn't bland, unimaginative and lame. Some shitposters are at least somewhat funny. You are the epitomy of the type of poster that nobody would miss if you were to suddenly disappear. You never add anything of value.
I'm guessing you haven't read the game and probably never will? Why even sign up to play?
In post 2927, Shaziro wrote:Are you arguing, then, that they effectively can't win the bet because any of them that would win can't collect, because you would be "Dead"?
They can collect, but:
1) it won't happen anyway, they can't win the bet
2) even if they did, the person who ends up being forced to give them money is not me. That hypothetical person's beliefs are too different from mine.
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
Also, what is NM doing? Worst play I’ve ever seen.
I can't remember the last N_M post that wasn't bland, unimaginative and lame. Some shitposters are at least somewhat funny. You are the epitomy of the type of poster that nobody would miss if you were to suddenly disappear. You never add anything of value.
I'm guessing you haven't read the game and probably never will? Why even sign up to play?
Accountant, you and this hypothetical other person share a bank account so you'll still lose money
Also, what is NM doing? Worst play I’ve ever seen.
I can't remember the last N_M post that wasn't bland, unimaginative and lame. Some shitposters are at least somewhat funny. You are the epitomy of the type of poster that nobody would miss if you were to suddenly disappear. You never add anything of value.
I'm guessing you haven't read the game and probably never will? Why even sign up to play?
In post 2934, Not_Mafia wrote:Accountant, you and this hypothetical other person share a bank account so you'll still lose money
Dead people cant lose moneyyyyt
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
I'm dead man I'm past caring about the number of zeroes in my bank
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
1) it won't happen anyway, they can't win the bet
2) even if they did, the person who ends up being forced to give them money is not me. That hypothetical person's beliefs are too different from mine.
It follows from this reasoning, combined with your own proposal for dealing with dissent, that you want everyone in the world who disagrees with you to be killed.
“There are two kinds of people in this world: those who say, ‘There are two kinds of people in this world: those who say there are two kinds of people in this world,
In post 2937, Shaziro wrote:It is also the number of zeroes in the new you's bank.
That fucker doesn't even follow the correct path, why should I care about them?
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
In post 2938, Umlaut wrote:It follows from this reasoning, combined with your own proposal for dealing with dissent, that you want everyone in the world who disagrees with you to be killed.
Hey, now, you make it sound like I'm a supervillain. I don't like it either.
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
Does it give you pause at all when a straightforward extrapolation of your ideas,
that you agree with,
phrased in simple, straightforward terms, "make
it sound like [you're] a supervillain"?
“There are two kinds of people in this world: those who say, ‘There are two kinds of people in this world: those who say there are two kinds of people in this world,
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
The tone of #2490 made it seem like you objected to my description.
“There are two kinds of people in this world: those who say, ‘There are two kinds of people in this world: those who say there are two kinds of people in this world,
The description is accurate, but you should use less loaded words. "You want to kill everyone" is technically true but might convey the wrong idea to people.
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
This is exactly what I mean by loaded language. If you think about it, I am killing a mere 7 billion people in order to save the universe, so it I am saving n lives, where n is the population of the universal utopia minus seven billion. That is the actions of a superhero.
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
In post 2947, Sesq wrote:>kills seven billion people
>self-proclaimed superhero
this is just funny now
>kills seven billion people to save the universe and plunge it into an eternal peace
>ends up saving more people than they killed
>basic trolley problem
>basic calculation
>is superhero
There's nothing that says that a fake can't beat the real thing.
You must not imagine that for beings like you and us there can be laughter. The low men laugh, and we envy them. But for us, the higher ones, there is no laughter, only an unending vigil, purely serious, stretching on into the night.
