Feeling Called Out Today

There should be a story about an upper class man with a valet, and he's courting an upperclass lady who has a mansion estate with a bunch of maids.

The maids hate the man so much that they're constantly trying to kill him. Poisoned tea, cut brake lines, hired assassins (ronin maids with sniper rifles). They think he's no good for their mistress, and they're probably right.

But they never succeed at any of these attempts, because his valet is sworn to protect him. In fact, he never even finds out they dislike him. It helps that he's a bit of an idiot.

He's finishing up some after dinner refreshments, and his valet is missing. The Lady tells her maids to find him, and he shows up a few minutes later, looking immaculate as usual.

"Apologies sir, there was a bit of trouble with the car (we see a maid cutting the brake line). I asked Lady Alastair's handyman to take a look at it, but it was a bit over his head (a thick pipe narrowly misses the valet's head, and he uppercuts the mechanic). I took it to a nearby garage, but there was a bit of traffic on the way (a second car tries to ram him off the road, and he pulls ahead. In the rear mirror, he sees a maid lean out the side window, and cock an M1 Garand). No need to worry sir, It's all sorted now (we see him standing by a pit, covered in blood and grease and gasoline, looking down at the twisted still-burning remains of the other car). Are you ready to depart, sir?"

(He also doesn't think his employer should be with Lady Alastair, but unlike the maids, he doesn't want to make a fuss about it.)

WHO'S REAAAAAAAAAADYYYYYYY?????

what is bro doing

the vacation things I was thinking about there will be more

today i learned that knife's current voice actress is JACKED as FUCK

Today's ii wheel ship of the day is...

Suitcase x Clover!

MUMBO JUMBO FACT #252

Mumbo's ender chest is something...

me clicking on a video from the silliest man in the world: teehee what wacky hijinks await me

world renown block clown mumbo Fucking jumbo: you ever think about how old technology seems to live forever in the suspended state of whatever the newest advancements were at the time. how most technology immediately and fundamentally tells you when it was important and when it was left in the dust. it’s suspended in its era forever, and in that it is perfect.

stagnation is a form of death but nostalgia is cruel immortality. still i find myself locked in pursuit of it until i finally stumble across the undeath of the mechanical. as my hard earned improvement truly begins to pay dividends, surrounded by my opus of change, i will freeze myself in eternal utopia. the only way to never die is to preemptively kill whoever you might become. i will not have a grave, i will not be ashes and dust. i will be a perfect, extant machine.

me: Ok. i dont think this will plague me at all actually. like video.

uhhhh something something boxcase idk

in my documence. straight up “writing it”. and by “it”, haha, let’s justr say. Words certainly