So, now that i am BANNED I feel my spaceship deserves more attention than you control freaks

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but i figured the more humans know the better the outcome. i m rather terrified building an EMP as a safety protocol. if my device breaks the speed of light with NO kill switch. i m not the idiot who devastated the earth last time. i m the dumb ass trying to break a communications barrier. how does any creator save anybody when I am BANNED. kind of a sad sick dilusion, ban be for brain injury. i'd hate to be humanities creator under sanction of greedy narcissistic jerks

getting banned for brain trauma is the mistake I took, I risked everything based on a contract broken by humanity as they lie thru life expecting something that never shows its face but hides in a book wriiten to benefit the thieving backstabbing narcissistic people who think they thought they could murder me. It is okay, after humanity turned bitter cold on me I caught on to a lot of Our scams.

It would have been interesting being able to talk the same tongue yet I am not allowed. even if I pursue my dream and develop this thing to an extent which helps man I really do not think humanity are ready to be fully happy. seems most humans think some fake virus floating thru the air is deadly cause they say it is, ya. that is why martial law is still NOT enacted yet, cause covid is the BIG Scare. News flash humans, I am COVID
I am the piece of poo who allowed humans to venture my realm. I purposely left the gates of HELL OPEN for the fallen to pass thru 1st, seems the rest of you have no clue Jesus did Not die for any of you. the people before you died for you and they are ALL still dead, funny how that works? I can still make peace but yawl gonna have ta pay the rent owed to me.
I have time to waste seems fair to say, humanity fucked me for the crude oil of the planet and now want out of OUR DEAL

You all think WAR is fun huh fighting for and dying knowing there was an easier way
 

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i donated the cure for cancer to an older man who grabbed my throat when i was 11, he tried to strangle me yet i thru my life away so he could stay alive. my mother turned on me, he turned on me, humanity as a whole species turned on me. paranoia is nothing compared to people who have forgotten me. i m doing my best, if i fail humanity fails with me if i win humanity win with me i like to win, a lot i'd hoped yawl woulda just breathed rather than BAN me for being different. i'd rather not restart this sick diluted dream. when I cease to exist, whatever
 
I kinda missed him
 
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