this is bullshit

serf mentality

>>60638755 (OP)
yeah

Late into night, he sat hunched over his ever-growing hoard of gold and silver, each coin and ingot gleaming like a promise of immortality. His skin, once ruddy and vibrant, had turned ashen and papery, veins standing out like dark tributaries beneath a dead riverbed. He scarcely ate or slept, preferring instead to stroke the cold surfaces of his treasure, listening to the hollow clink of metal as if it were a lullaby. The vault around him filled with dust and the sour stench of decay, yet he could not tear his bloodshot eyes from the glint of his fortune. In the flickering lantern light, the shadows of his wealth seemed to breathe, crawling along the walls with hungry intent.

Days blurred into a feverish routine of counting, polishing, and hoarding; his joints stiffened, his mind frayed, and his heart slowed to a stuttering throb. He whispered sweet promises to the gold—vows of eternal companionship and adoration—while the silver coins, engraved with ghostly faces, stared back at him with cold indifference. His fingers, blackened by neglect and the toxic sheen of metal, trembled whenever he tried to nourish himself. The weight of obsession pressed down on his chest like an iron vise, squeezing out whatever humanity remained. Yet even as his body withered, his eyes burned with a terrible devotion to the riches that would never save him.

One final night, a guttering lantern threw grotesque angles across the room as he collapsed onto piles of stolen splendor. He gasped for breath, the metallic tang in his mouth mingling with the coppery taste of blood. From the yawning closet at the room’s far end came a soft, rasping sound—a gulp, a sniff, a promise. The door creaked open, and in stepped a goblin girl: eyes glinting emerald hunger, skin mottled like aged bronze, fingers tipped with obsidian claws. She surveyed his slack form and smiled, revealing rows of jagged teeth, before leaning in to feast on the only treasure left: his fragile, starving flesh...

>>60638755 (OP)

Yeah, it is. Now sniff my ass and take the next load of my bullshit.

>>60638755 (OP)
That’s right so get your bearshit the fuck outta here.

there will be a huge correction like always
the question is when

>>60638755 (OP)
serf mentality

Pathetic Bobo, you only had fun for two days

>>60638755 (OP)
>moomoo offers free stock when signing up
>clicked it
>got $10
>instantly felt like a scammer
>but it was legit

>>60638755 (OP)
That's the point, at least that way I can relax for a while and won't wake up in the middle of the night because I dreamed that my kokok was dying, one or two months without the bear can cure someone

>>60638755 (OP)
We were in a quasi-bear market for 6 months straight, bears have been spoiled as fuck in 2025.