We are finally starting to truly explore the Age of Aquarius. I have had a vision of our future fellow doomers and Esoteric Ryderists.
We will perform hit and run raids on our enemies, in the Neuralink VR simulation imposed over reality of course, and the sun will surely shine on us with the spirit of Sol Pais, our maiden martyr who schizomaxxed her way through this dimension in the name of the trenchcoat mafia elders.
Brothers. Sisters. It is time to face the reality of radical Esoteric Ryderism. Save the nfomation.net playlist for assimilation into the next stage of cybernet synthesis, and steel your hearts for the pagan age chaos our cyberpunk dystopia is about to unleash onto a damaged world. Purchase firearms and proceed with caution, the glowies are going to form a firm line across the capital and main economic assets to national security, but they will sacrifice as many communities as they can to the hordes as part of a balkanized containment experiment.
I’m getting chills thinking about it, doomers. It is all really playing out before our eyes. It is not a dream. It is not a fantasy. It is a revelation.
What trade will you have? How will you provide for yourself and your family in this world where markets are closing off, truckers are refusing to deliver to many communities, and police are now defunding in major metropolitan areas? Will you uphold Esoteric Ryderism? Of course you will, and no cuck furry leftist or retarded /pol/ fag is going to get in the way of doomerman as he embraces his birthright to become a Hyperborean ubermensch.
No gods no masters. Kill ‘em all, but only in the VR simulations developing as we speak, of course. We Neuromancer now. At some point, you will be forced to uphold your destiny, or kill yourself. Then the sun will surely shine on you, as our dead doomer mommy Christine Chubbuck pulls up in a 70s station wagon from the 5th dimension to take you home.
Brothers. Sisters. Feel it. Let the sunshine in. Mystical liberation is at hand.