Not entirely, and you did a great job of overcoming that. But learning empathy and really anything is easiest as a child and the parents are the best avenue for that.

Unfortunate.

Turns out, they actually WANT the world to end so they can: 1. Go to heaven 2. Buy everything dirt cheap 3. Kill off those pesky non whites

When you think about it that way, I’m shocked there haven’t been nukes yet.

I would die in glorious battle to protect any of my neighbors from the fate the gov has planned. I wouldn’t think twice about it. If they roll up on me or someone near me, it will be the last day of multiple people’s lives, mine mostly likely.

Then let’s start this hot war. Waiting for the other side to shoot first rarely is the best option and waiting for them to dig in their heels more, seems like a bad idea.

It would be harder to find people willing to kidnap people off the streets if it becomes common to just shoot them on sight.

I would go absolutely feral. Ripping their throats out with my teeth and snapping any small bone I can grab.

This goes for anyone being kidnapped in my general vicinity as well. If I see that shit, it turns out that that is a good day to die. I will do it with glee.

Watch me laugh with their blood running down my face.

And some job satisfaction.

I think it was sarcastic…

We learned a lot of lessons from the first one. Here’s hoping we don’t make the same mistakes.

My earliest (or one of) memory is of me when. I was 6 with a steak knife pointed at my jugular crying and trying to will up the courage to do it.

Things I did not improve greatly from there. I remember very little of my childhood or really any part of my life. Bits and pieces here and there.

Guys, I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I think I might be depressed.