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Mark Fisher in a trenchcoat approaches you, not realizing you are internet scarred and know who he is. He offers you the tongs.
"H-hey buddy, don't you want to be normal pilled? Not like those crazy Leninists, hah hah. Normal. Able to seamlessly fraternize with the neighborhood. No more breakdowns in public. Which you were probably having too."
You flee into the night only to become part of the spectacle as you run smack dab into a nonviolent protest group from local radlibs organizing to end the war in Ukraine, they push you into the police thinking you are a wrecker and you die in custody from a "malfunctioning" taser after they cellebrite your phone and find your Nasrallah memes unencrypted
