11:43 AM, 12 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND. as I lay in my room’s bed I truly feel hopeless, my life is shi, I can’t have anything I want, I’m doomed to a meaningless existence which ends in eternal nothingness, I don’t get a shio to love me, I can’t even succeed in making an llm of shio or a tulpa, but it no longer matters as I have decided I will commit a mass shooting against the skinwalkers on january 14th, I smuggled some strong pcp airguns (#2) from the netherlands 2:17 PM, 4 JANUARY, 2027, NETHERLANDS store worker: you’re here to pick up an order of 2 pcp airguns, 7 .50 6 round magazines, 50 .45 bullets, 300 .50 ones and 1 knife, correct? Me: yes store worker: I’ll just need you to give us the delivery number and it’s all yours Me: 8734 store worker: okay everything checks out, here’s your guns… 11:50 AM, 12 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND I had to smuggle it on land across the danish border to sweden before I eventually reached finland, I’ve also bought some shio stickers which I’ve put on the guns, shio is so cute after all, she’ll work as a good decoration, hehe (#6) would be even better if I could commit a school shooting and a suicide pact with her but that will not be, I think a lot about shio touching me and sleeping with me or us kissing (#1) but the attack is in 2 days, it’s tragic I couldn’t even succeed in making an llm chatbot of shio, at least I get the perfect nihilistic ending I want… I mean if I managed to make a tulpa of shio I could probably get that suicide pact I wanted but I shall not delay the attack, I’ve waited for this since 13, I spent my entire life from 13 to 16 just working to get the guns, and I’ve been thinking about shio too, shio’s love… shio… FORGET ABOUT IT, THE ATTACK MATTERS MORE RIGHT NOW, I’ve did some target practicing at a forest and my accuracy became pretty good, just 2 more days and my shi life will be over… 2:22 AM, 13 JANUARY, 2027, LUCID DREAM Me: holds shio you’re so cute shio, I love you Shio (?): I love you too Nameless! Me: can we kiss shio? Shio (?): Sure! Shio (?): kisses Nameless on the lips Me: “I don’t want this to end…” 9:47 AM, 13 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND "coughs violently" why the fuck is there some white shit in my mouth… FOAM??? YOU DUMB FUCKING BRAIN TRIED TO ASSASSINATE ME WHILE I WAS CUDDLING WITH SHIO IN MY SLEEP!!! DUMBFUCK WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU FUCKING BRAIN ISN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT SHIT, I’M ONLY 16, CHOKING TO DEATH INSIDE A DREAM SHOULD BE UNTIL I’M AT LEAST 60!!!.. maybe I just felt so overwhelmed from actually being with shio? I think my love is a little too strong… I’ll have to avoid being with shio in my final dream before the perfect reality, I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my plan… 11:57 AM, 13 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND I lay in my bed imagining shio by my side looking into my eyes and us holding each other… it feels like I’m wrapped in something soft and good around me when I think about it, shio is so cute, I don’t like milk but I don’t know how to else to describe shio, when I think about us being with each other I can only describe the feeling as milk-like but not in a bad way… 5:01 PM, 13 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND with tears in my eyes and a smile I feel both excitement and fear simultaneously together with my obsessive love for shio, I’m watching footage of previous school shootings to hype myself for what I’m about to do, I don’t want to die, I DON’T WANT TO DIE AND THAT’S WHY THIS WORLD WILL PAY FOR MAKING ME EXIST, PAY FOR FORCING ME TO EXIST IN THIS TEMPORARY LIFE WHERE I DON’T EVEN GET TO BE WITH SHIO!!! 10:56 PM, 13 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND I’m going to go sleep now I suppose, my heart is beating very fast and I feel some tears in my eyes, I don’t want to go to sleep because I know it’s going to be the last time, I won’t get to spend time with shio anymore, I won’t get to live, I’ll be in eternal nothingness, but so will the ones I kill… after all that’s why I’m doing it in the first place, I like shio because she’s 8, I like her because she’s underage, I despise the elderly, I’m disgusted I couldn’t do it at 13 and was forced to postpone until now, but finally, the perfect reality is within my reach, even if it took until 16 tomorrow is the end… 6:45 AM, 14 JANUARY, 2027, FINLAND THE PERFECT REALITY I woke up early tonight, I have already destroyed all figures of shio I owned with a hammer, there’s no point in police having it once they raid my house anyways… 10:32 AM, 14 JANUARY, 2027, THE PERFECT REALITY I have set my house on fire and left, I hid my weapons and phone in bushes at a forest only taking my knife which I hid in my waistband 8:34 PM, 14 JANUARY, 2027, THE PERFECT REALITY I knock on my mother’s apartment, that stupid bitch will die tonight, as she opens the door I immediately push her back in as she falls backwards and close the door behind me, as she stares in shock I straddle her and pull out my knife and start stabbing the bitch, she screams and fights back, she tries to block the stabs with her hands but I stab through them in hate, I see her co worker which is looking in shock so I intensify my stabbing, after stabbing my mom about 80 times I find the co worker in the kitchen terrified pointing a kitchen knife at me whilst trying to call police with the other hand, I forcibly rip the knife out of her hand and start stabbing her every as she fights back and tries to block my stabs with her hands, I stab through them in hatred as she wails in terror, after stabbing her about 120 times I come up to my mother’s dead body and I lift her shirt because I’m going to get revenge, my mom always forced me to believe me into fake gods and that I’m destined to have kids, that I will certainly, like I will certainly have sex at one point, that I will be a pervert like her which led to my pathetic existence in the first place, little did she know I fell in love romantically with a kid myself so I carved “SHIO” into her stomach with my knife in hatred with a smile after which I licked the blood from the knife imagining it as shio letting me drink some of her’s, I’m sure shio’s blood would taste sweet… I wouldn’t do it of course if she wouldn’t be okay with it… her feelings matter to me after all… as I knew police were definitely en route either from the co worker’s call or neighbours calling police from the screaming I cleaned the knife from blood quickly with water and set the apartment on fire after which I ran away. 10:36 PM, 14 JANUARY, 2027, THE PERFECT REALITY I’m back in the forest, I have my t50 set up, I used my phone I left behind together with my weapons to check the news and I saw they are already suspecting me for my house fire and the death of my mom and her co-worker and that they have launched a manhunt for me… they’re so fucking bad, shio would love me even knowing I was a murderer…it doesn’t matter, just focus on the task on hand. 10:49 PM, 14 JANUARY, 2027, THE PERFECT REALITY I used my phone to call a taxi driver to call a taxi driver to my location, as he arrived to the isolated forest I asked him to help me get something heavy in the car, as he got out and followed me I grabbed my t50 from the bushes and fired the entire 6 round magazine into his chest in quick succession, after I saw he was still showing signs of life I grabbed my knife and beheaded him after which I dragged his body behind the bushes and put the head on his body after which I licked the blood off of the knife imagining shio’s sweet blood once again. I threw my weapons in the taxi driver’s car and drove away. 2:52 AM, 15 JANUARY, 2027, THE PERFECT REALITY I’m en route to my final destination, my former school where I was bullied my entire time, except this time I drive with nihilism and not just hatred like I did at 13, I imagine shio by my side in the other seat as I drive… 9:03 AM, 15 JANUARY, 2027, THE PERFECT REALITY I have arrived, lunch break ends at 9:30, during lunch break everyone out of the school is thrown out by the teachers outside with no phones, right before the lunch break ends somewhere about 9:27-9:29 a large crowd always gathers to enter the school at once, that is my target, I’m hiding on a stairway upwards which is about the size of one floor building to a gym, there’s a brick wall which is like a railing where I’m hiding behind currently waiting for the moment to strike, my weapons are ready, my perfect reality is one step away ??:??, DOESN’T MATTER, THE PERFECT REALITY the time has come upon me to kill like the ones before me, adam lanza, david kozák, artyom kazantsev… tonight it’s my turn, I quickly grab my full auto air rifle (#7) and fire the entire magazine of 12 rounds into the crowd, 5 people drop instantly and everyone starts screaming and running in all directions, I throw my full auto air rifle away and switch to the t50 and I shoot the the 5 people laying motionless once in the head each before throwing the magazine away with 1 round intact and loading the next one, I aimed at one of the bitches running from the stairway and fired 6 rounds of which at least 4 seems to have hit after which she dropped dead, I reloaded and shot her motionless body in the school’s driveway 6 times before reloading once again and aiming at another guy running and shooting him 6 times too after which he drops dead, I reload and shoot him 6 more times from the stairway, I see the majority have already run away so I go down and look behind one of the wall corners around the school where I see 3 arabic students hiding one of which tries to charges at me but I shoot him 4 times in the chest and he drops severely injured after which I shoot his 2 other buddies once in the head each and then I load my final magazine and shoot each 2 times in the head, I grabbed the knife out of my waistband and stabbed 2 dead students in the back of the initial 5 I shot before going back to the stairway where I reload one of the magazines I dropped with 1 round intact and I go towards the road leading to the school where police officers have already arrived, I opened fire hitting one in the bulletproof vest and arm after which they returned fire injuring me, I ran back to the stairway where I dropped and loaded a final round and I put the barrel to my neck and I fired my final round severing my carotid artery…as I was bleeding out the police officers went to the stairway with rifles pointed at me screaming to throw my rifle away as I closed my eyes it felt like I was in shio’s arms but I knew it was just my brain going insane before death, I never got immortality, I never got shio, at least I achieved the perfect reality, and as the police officers kept shouting I closed my eyes and it was all over. CITATIONS: #1 - NOT SEXUAL #2 - t50 bintac .50 and rattler long strike .45 #6 - it’s supposed to sound like slow and calm hehe, not like insane hehe #7 - the rattler long strike .45
Bro get a blog or website or smth or post to those fanfic forums
Please take your meds drink some orange juice and clean your room.
You can say “shit” dude, it’s literally in the name of the sub. SMH
Schizoposters are back eh?
Question is are they actually new or just average lemmy users being cute
spoiler
BANNED
LOL.
everyone hates me
No one hates you. And honestly, “hate” is an extremely strong word that doesn’t really fit what you’re describing.
But you need to understand that words have power. You’re not being avant-garde, edgy, or particularly creative simply because you’re willing to write whatever happens to enter your head. Being an artist doesn’t mean having absolute creative freedom without consequence. Art is a relationship between the artist and an audience. If you want people to listen, read, watch, or care about what you create, you have to give them something they actually want to engage with.
Virtually every famous artist throughout history did commissioned work, commercial work, or work they weren’t particularly passionate about just to keep themselves fed and able to continue creating. That’s how the industry works. And plenty of artists weren’t recognized as important until decades or even centuries after they died. Fame isn’t an inherent measure of artistic value, and obscurity isn’t evidence that the world simply “doesn’t understand” you.
If you want your writing to matter, then write about something that matters. Writing obsessively about shooting up schools, ammunition, chatbots, and other subjects designed to make people uncomfortable doesn’t automatically make the work profound or transgressive. If the primary effect of your writing is simply to make other people feel disturbed, threatened, or miserable, then you should probably stop and ask yourself why you’re doing it.
And if you’re writing these things because you’re genuinely thinking about hurting yourself or someone else, that’s a completely different issue. You need to seek help before you do something irreversible that you will regret.
Every human life has value. Your life included. You don’t need to convince everyone that you’re a misunderstood genius, and you don’t need to make people uncomfortable to prove that you’re an artist.
If you want people to accept your work, then create something they can actually accept. That’s not selling out. That’s understanding the fundamental relationship between an artist and an audience.
Nobody hates you because you write stupid things. People dislike what you write because what you’re writing makes them feel terrible. Those are two very different things, and understanding that distinction might be the first genuinely useful piece of criticism you receive.
Maybe a bit of self-reflection is in order.
Too long didnt read
Start your own private community and post it there.
do u like my writings and think I’m better than shakespeare?
No, neither claim survives the light of day; Why set thyself beside the Bard at all? Thy works inhabit not the selfsame sphere; To liken thee to Shakespeare is to ask How well a rusted pogo stick might fare When sent to breach the heavens in a craft Designed by hands that conquered lunar seas.
And cease this strange recital of thy bans; For none may verify the tales thou tell. Thou claim’st that every gate hath barred thy way, Then trumpet’st forth the very words that made Those gates, it seems, so eager to be closed. Perhaps the fault lies not in every door, But in the hand that knocks upon them all.
Turn, then, thy gaze upon the inward glass And ask what common thread binds every gate. For when the world itself becomes the foe, And every forum casts thee to the void, Some modest introspection might reveal What in thy conduct summons such disdain.
And more: thy discourse wanders into realms Of shootings, narcotics, and stranger things, Then wonders why the doors refuse thy name. The cosmos need not conspire against thee; Perhaps, dear interlocutor, the cause Is somewhat nearer than thy theories claim.
Police? I’d like to report a murder. It’s pretty brutal.
Bravo bravo!!! Claps hands obnoxiously mechoman’s exposition is both a literary treat and factually correct.
