Ray_of_hope
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Sorry I got it wrong on the cost of the guns (Excerpt from ER's manifesto):
"At the end of March, when I checked my last set of tickets th
at I had bought from my last trip to
Arizona, and saw that I didn’t win, any hope I had of becoming wealthy at a young age was finally and
indefinitely shattered. It fully dawned on me that the life I had envisioned for myself would never come
to pass. The
children I would have in the future with a beautiful blonde girlfriend ceased to exist, as if
they were murdered. There won’t be any beautiful blonde girlfriend for me now. No girl would be my
girlfriend unless I had great wealth... I learned that from my l
ife of being rejected. I was doomed to a life
of lonely virginity.
In April, the Powerball lottery was introduced in the state of California, so if I ever wanted to play it
again I would no longer have to drive to Arizona. However, I was so shaken by
not winning in the last
few months that I gave up on it for a while, but eventually I would have episodes of little surges of hope
in which I’d buy a few tickets, just to have something to hope for as I endure the last few months of my
torturous life. All
of those little surges of hope, of course, would be shattered as well.
During this Spring of 2013, I began to seriously think about planning the Day of Retribution.
My next
step towards planning for it was to buy my second handgun, a Sig Sauer P226
. It is of a much higher
quality than the Glock, and a lot more efficient. In turn, it was also a lot more expensive. My Glock 34
was around $700 dollars, whereas my new Sig Sauer P226 was $1100.
These prices were of no concern to me, however. When I
first moved to Santa Barbara and
experienced all of those horrible revelations about the nature of humanity, I knew that something like
the Day of Retribution could very well happen if the world continued to mistreat me. I began to carefully
save up all o
f the money that my parent’s and grandmothers were sending me. It was an ample amount
to live on, leaving me with a lot left over to build up in my bank account. When I hit the $5000 dollar
mark, which was fairly soon after my move to Santa Barbara, I deci
ded never to go under it, deeming
that $5000 was enough to buy all of the supplies and equipment I would need if
I had to do something
like this. The Day of Retribution had always been in the back of my mind as a final solution if all else
failed in my lif
e, ever since I had moved to Santa Barbara. As it so happened, all else did indeed fail.
Women continued to reject me and mistreat me, and I remained an unwanted virgin."
"At the end of March, when I checked my last set of tickets th
at I had bought from my last trip to
Arizona, and saw that I didn’t win, any hope I had of becoming wealthy at a young age was finally and
indefinitely shattered. It fully dawned on me that the life I had envisioned for myself would never come
to pass. The
children I would have in the future with a beautiful blonde girlfriend ceased to exist, as if
they were murdered. There won’t be any beautiful blonde girlfriend for me now. No girl would be my
girlfriend unless I had great wealth... I learned that from my l
ife of being rejected. I was doomed to a life
of lonely virginity.
In April, the Powerball lottery was introduced in the state of California, so if I ever wanted to play it
again I would no longer have to drive to Arizona. However, I was so shaken by
not winning in the last
few months that I gave up on it for a while, but eventually I would have episodes of little surges of hope
in which I’d buy a few tickets, just to have something to hope for as I endure the last few months of my
torturous life. All
of those little surges of hope, of course, would be shattered as well.
During this Spring of 2013, I began to seriously think about planning the Day of Retribution.
My next
step towards planning for it was to buy my second handgun, a Sig Sauer P226
. It is of a much higher
quality than the Glock, and a lot more efficient. In turn, it was also a lot more expensive. My Glock 34
was around $700 dollars, whereas my new Sig Sauer P226 was $1100.
These prices were of no concern to me, however. When I
first moved to Santa Barbara and
experienced all of those horrible revelations about the nature of humanity, I knew that something like
the Day of Retribution could very well happen if the world continued to mistreat me. I began to carefully
save up all o
f the money that my parent’s and grandmothers were sending me. It was an ample amount
to live on, leaving me with a lot left over to build up in my bank account. When I hit the $5000 dollar
mark, which was fairly soon after my move to Santa Barbara, I deci
ded never to go under it, deeming
that $5000 was enough to buy all of the supplies and equipment I would need if
I had to do something
like this. The Day of Retribution had always been in the back of my mind as a final solution if all else
failed in my lif
e, ever since I had moved to Santa Barbara. As it so happened, all else did indeed fail.
Women continued to reject me and mistreat me, and I remained an unwanted virgin."
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