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I have created a blog to document the high points of the exciting ARG known as #affectedbyhate.

Warning for people using self-harm and suicide as RPG status ailments.

I don't understand Omegle.

No one will indulge my claim that my “side” is “the Dragons of Earth.”

You can do it, #affectedbyhate.

You can turn this sea of manipulative fictions into something truly special.

The fictional Vince who is leading the fictional raids is now, I guess, being conflated with the fictional Israeli from the ARG's early mythology, and has ordered his fictional 4chan/8chan troops to attack Muslim blogs.

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I dreamed last night that I was a swamp fairy whose magical swamp was located next door to the genetic engineering corporation from Cyteen. Dubiety the Cat had just died, but one of the geneticists had predicted his death, with science, and had prepared five "replacement cats" for me.

Four of them looked exactly like him but were different sizes, and he'd tagged them "Micro-Dubiety," "Mini-Dubiety," "Plain Dubiety," and "Mega-Dubiety." The fifth one was a dog. He'd gotten confused.

I quickly determined that all of them were, somehow, Dubiety's reincarnation at different stages of his journey towards Enlightenment, the dog being the one which came "chronologically" directly after his previous incarnation.

Dog-Dubiety followed me around the swamp on my fairy errands, because he had retained Original-Dubiety's clingy anxiety, but the cats all wandered off. They had gained the self-assurance and wisdom necessary to Walk By Themselves, the natural goal of all cat-souls, and it was my task to make certain that Dog-Dubiety did the same, so preventing a time paradox.

This dream means I need to stop reading both Homestuck and pseuicides.