Sitting On An Island, Thinking You Are Numba One

Tue, 04 Aug 2026 06:00:00 +0800

Last night I briefly had to go out to hand over some documents to someone and briefly discussed some holiday plans which might (or might not, I have no idea right now), consist of going to 深圳 for a few days, just to eat and sleep really, not much else. Upon return, guess what happened? In the parking lot someone slammed a scooter seat really loud! Amazing. As if they hadn’t spent 5 years on that one yet. I slammed a door in return. Then the person got through that door into the main hall, hastily grabbed a parcel, passed me and walked away angrily without even glancing at me.

Welcome To Taiwan, Truly Numba One! Famous for their obsession with owning the means of production! And stinky tofu I guess.

The parcel story is known right? Just like the closing door stuff. They tricked themselves rather uniquely with those. Hey that’s what you get when you’re fulltime hacking into someone’s computer and are going to be smart about it. It’s like the hairdresser stuff. They made it all up.

They simply thought they could invite me back with a whole fake pandemic and then torture their way through until that door was closed. Tell them that this door never will be closed.

I was actually simply a completely lost student. But hey, you can invent whatever you want; by now you’re going to get your ass handed to you.

Thanks for recruiting me! You truly know how to make friends.

So here I am.

And you are dead for what you did. You showed it off yourselves, and it was narcissism and inability to comply to orders that got you as depraved as this.

No problem, I will spend my life correcting you. You can be busy spamming over all forms of media that you’re the best and most loved in that dreamworld of yours;

And I have to tell you that you have a little multibillion dollar debt for planning and executing torture, among lying, cheating and a whole list of other things.

Good Luck. How’s the morally superior overlord minion doing who spent twenty years of his existence on me? He’s not answering to my messages anymore.

I’m worried. I might have been blocked!

Time to cry. This is line 44 anyway, so this seems to be a good moment to end this post. I look eagerly forward to the next doorslammer/parcerdefender/hitting in the air dude/whatever genius they can come up with. Keep up the great work!

And after adding tags and categories we’re suddenly on line 51, so even that’s not correct. But at least I’m capable of admitting my mistakes, while you folk just add trash upon trash upon trash upon trash until….everything was exposed.

Finally, because I have bigger problems to overthing than the hobbies of a bunch of by-now-we-know-whats.

See ya.

Satire on Sleepy Mario

Sitting On An Island, Thinking You Are Numba One