DOMESTZC BLISS (Patreon)

Oh hey, what's up gamers. I'm just sitting by the fireplace hanging out with a cool tree and a hot chick living that grown up life. Writing my outlaw manifestos, eating at red lobster once in a while, and wearing sweaters.

Oh don't worry, i assure you life is still a nightmare, so i'm still cool. I draw my power from the multitudinous ways my creator has cursed me. That's why i'm paying forward that promethean horror by creating my own tiny sim version of me, and watching him squirm on the hook of modern life the same way this cold universe watches me. 

The matrix is real and we all live in it, whether it be machines, reptillians, or Jehova Am-self behind the curtain, The Sims exists to remind us we're no better. If you ask me, it's most likely a nesting doll of matrixes on top of each other, each one controlled by Powers who think they Be, but all they be is a link in the chain. A blip on the strip of this Mobius trip. Just another wink of infinity getting ill. 

Who knows how far down the line of the Matryoshka Matrix my world is, but hey, at least i ain't The Sims, those guys are really asleep.