“There's an old saying on Reddit — I know it's on Hexbear, probably on Reddit — that says, log out once, shame on — shame on you. Log out — you can't log out again.”
"Log out one time, shame on you. Log out two times, can't put the blame on you. Log out three times, fuck the peace sign, load the chopper let it rain on you."
Long ago, when Gladys was young and reckless, she stumbled upon the book within which all fate is written. Skimming through the pages, she came upon the moment of her death and in a fit of rage and fear tore it free from the book. Hence forth she cannot die until the conditions of the page are complete. The last remaining of which is that I log off from Hexbear.
Fearing her coming demise, she has cursed me that should she die then so shall I and thus we are locked within this eternal cosmic struggle. Neither of us allowed to meet our final fate until the button is pressed.
Under the gaze of this profane eclipse, it will fall to me to journey to Scotland, find Gladys, and defeat her before her dread power can reassert itself.
If I've logged off it just means I died fighting in the counter-counter-revolution during the great socialist uprising in the West after the Second US Civil War. For the Revolution!
But no serious, I have no life and shitposting is therapy for me.
If I log off, it is because I have died. I am not certain that I exist outside of the bear site. This simulacrum has only a tangential relation to the meatsack that operates it.
Nahhhh, I don't really have a reason to care about Chelsea rn other than who birthed her; I'm talkin bout Miss "I'm gonna staff the Governor's Mansion with prisoners so we ain't have to pay them a fair wage" and her diddler husband.