Neither. I want one to break my spine and chuck me into a wood chipper.

No you don’t! You need a stable housing situation and a, like a group of like-minded individuals that you, you know, talk about stuff you’re passionate about with.

I have both of those. I don’t particularly care if I’m being honest, I look apon the world and wish to rend society like it’s the flesh of Angles, Saxons, and Jutes. There is nothing that can be done without the complete collapse of the US that would convince me to otherwise have even the mildest bit of interest in my own survival. Even then it’d countering material conditions at best, the psychological effects of most likely having CPTSD and that bastards blood in my veins would be more than enough to counter even that.

I don’t want love and community. I want an inglorious death and to be forgotten by the world immediately.

Sounds like you’re in your shooty mcface era