Perfect Life

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Existence is adversity and without it you'd be about as unhappy as under lifelong hardship.
 
Snorting cocaine and smoking meth 24/7, two 10/10 victoria's secret girls at all times suck each of my giant balls (one girl is mulatto and other is latina) and the third girl sucks my dick (she is hapa), i lay on a tropical beach looking at the ocean enjoying cold drinks, since I'm a bit sadistic each day a nigger slave comes by and brings me a newspaper in which I read about famines, epidemics, wars etc. that my employees have caused through subtle manipulation.
 
Living in a bulletproof cabin in the middle of the Northwestern Territories, a hundred miles away in any direction from anyone, with inexplicably fast high-speed internet and a hundred thousand books on a Kindle and the legal right to fire at will at anyone stupid enough to traipse onto my property.

EDIT: oh, and my cat would be there too, and she'd be immortal.
 
I would continue learning survival and woodcraft skills, to the point where general survival necessities could be met in most situations.

I would then glue a stag skull to my head, garb myself in a collection of bloody hides, and build a set of highly modified bocking stilts. With practice I would be able to very rapidly move through the forest, and even faster on trails. I would raid camps when no one would be around, and slip powderized magic mushrooms into their food. I would carry around a mini viola, the sound of which would be my harold.

Within a few months, a new cryptid account would appear, sort of like a skinwalker on angry angry meth. I would continue to live as a cryptid until caught or seriously injured, then discard the charade as discreetly as possible.
 
Living in a bulletproof cabin in the middle of the Northwestern Territories, a hundred miles away in any direction from anyone, with inexplicably fast high-speed internet and a hundred thousand books on a Kindle and the legal right to fire at will at anyone stupid enough to traipse onto my property.

EDIT: oh, and my cat would be there too, and she'd be immortal.
Same but I'm the asshole outside your cabin playing the viola.
 
Infinite fast food, infinite pre-workout, never have to pay rent, tiny efficiency, no windows, one room and bathroom, adequate bed, adequate desk and chair, infinitely fast internet connection, top of the line computer.

IT'S COOMIN' TIME.
 
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