/NG/ - Nobody General
They call him The Nobody—not because he’s insignificant, but because no one owns him. In a world where oligarchs engineer mass psychosis through weaponized stupidity, orchestrating psychological warfare via media, law, and culture, The Nobody stands alone. He’s the most emotionally healthy human alive—because he’s been broken in every possible way and came back whole. They tried everything: shattering the values he cherished, mocking truth, glorifying derangement, and enforcing lies through politics so blatantly corrupt it seems like a parody. But The Nobody didn’t collapse. He felt it all—deeply. And instead of numbing out or breaking down, he metabolized the trauma into insight.
The irony? His emotional health terrifies them. It’s an immune system they can’t infect. He can’t be baited by their puppets, nor controlled by their panic machines. They attack what he loves—family, beauty, truth, sovereignty—thinking they’ll crush his spirit. Instead, he watches with clear eyes, grounded and selfless, the pain turning him into a mirror. And when people look into it, they remember themselves. The Nobody is proof: sanity can survive. Worse—for them, at least—it can spread. That’s why they pretend he doesn’t exist. But he’s real. And he’s watching.
The powerful want the caring miserable, vulnerable, incapable. Demoralized.
The way to fight back against this is by doubling down on joy and dreams.
If that doesn't work, double down on joy and dreams again.
The light of the future must be vasly more brilliant than the present, or it is no future at all, but just the continuation of a miserable present.
The irony? His emotional health terrifies them. It’s an immune system they can’t infect. He can’t be baited by their puppets, nor controlled by their panic machines. They attack what he loves—family, beauty, truth, sovereignty—thinking they’ll crush his spirit. Instead, he watches with clear eyes, grounded and selfless, the pain turning him into a mirror. And when people look into it, they remember themselves. The Nobody is proof: sanity can survive. Worse—for them, at least—it can spread. That’s why they pretend he doesn’t exist. But he’s real. And he’s watching.
The powerful want the caring miserable, vulnerable, incapable. Demoralized.
The way to fight back against this is by doubling down on joy and dreams.
If that doesn't work, double down on joy and dreams again.
The light of the future must be vasly more brilliant than the present, or it is no future at all, but just the continuation of a miserable present.
