I decided to smoke my first cigarette today on June 24th 2026 after I just got done with my job interview. The job asked for a manager that could lead 5-10 people and I highly doubt that they would want to hire me. I honestly don't even know why I bother with these job interviews when I know no one wants to hire me in the first place.
Getting a job in this economy is hard these days, not even Webnovel wanted to pay me for my writing.
I was thinking about how to ensure Slyius Xavier gets fate to ensure he is dead for certain. He can be framed as [The One who got Fate Three Times ] considering the main character of ORV: Sequel happened to him. I would just need to manipulate the story to make sure that the [ The One who got Fate Three Times ] would land on Slyius and not on my beloved main character. Afterall, I hated Slyius for what he did to me. It might as well be the same sin as what Anna Croft did to Yoo Joonghyuk.
I called myself the [Story Manipulator] in the official ORV server. I think it was pretty accurate to what I was doing since I was a writer after all. The sun was blazing at me and I ended up sweating despite wearing a short sleeve shirt. I could hear clamoring sounds, I looked back behind me and saw my little sister making those sounds to catch up to me.
I was shocked to see the incarnation of Yoo Sangah have the exclusive skill 'Arachne's Web'. It was an amazing story.
The view in the front seat when my dad is driving me back home is quite nice at night. Everything is dark and clear, I could get lost in the view. The moon shines brightly as I look up through the car window.
I must have sent Lizmarie thousands of emails just so I could survive. There was no one else that I could really rely on at the time but her. Even if she never replied to any of those emails, just writing to her helped me survive.
I decided to watch the first round of Zombie Stage since I saw it released. Oh Mizi started to smoke but Sua took away the cigarette from her which caused Mizi to slap Sua...
I was bored so I decided to test my gaming skills by playing the roblox version of the hunger games. I decided to play a game called 'Arena of Survival'. I was unable to pick up any weapons in the center so I ended up running into the woods hoping to find some items. All I found were firewood and berries unfortunately. Then the arena started spawning in zombies and I died getting bitten by them.
I entered the arena for the second time and was killed by an alligator which could degenerate your health after one attack apparently….
After a day of sleeping, doing nothing, and laying on bed. I decided to go out for a walk and smoked one cigarette. It tastes so bad that I smoked because I felt like it. It made my brain numb after I inhaled my final puff. At around 8:00PM, the park was filled with adults, children, and pets.
A little boy came up to me and asked me something in mandarin. I had no clue what he was saying to me. I assumed he asked me if I was using equipment on the playground considering I would always sit in the playground area.
The full moon shined brightly tonight. I wish I was passionate about gacha games again. I miss those days where I would get excited over gacha games.
Today was so boring, I just slept all day.
The next day, my cousins were playing 'Animal Hospital (anomaly)' so I joined the game too. It was fun to play in it after all.
Sebastian called me at 8:03 PM to which made me worried if he was suicidal and needed my help. I called him 50 minutes later on to discover that he was just checking up on me which was a relief. I also played with him later on bedwars and Coraline too, it was nice to hear from him again.
[ Jupiter Wukong has taken over the narrative ]
Well, Ethan doesn't act this bold and arrogant so I must be Jupiter Wukong. It's been a while since I took over the body after all. Puffed out my first cigarette of the day in the early morning and we didn't have one at all yesterday.
6:00AM in the park and barely anyone is here. I arrived at where the swings were located like I usually would. It was lightly drizzling here. I watched an elderly lady with a bicycle leave the park. Someone seems to have left their cyan reusable water bottle on the concrete sitting platform where the trees and sand lie.
Story fragment: ORV The Sequel
[ If so, great. Spend as much as you want. I will feed you stories until your stomach explodes and you die. ]
Jupiter Wukong reads these lines and grins at the character, Lee Hakhyun.
[ Story Manipulation has been used ]
[ Everyone who blocked us will become Jessica's sex slave and fail the scenarios. Lizmarie will be our personal puppet as an exception. ]
If I picture the Earth as an apple and take a bite out of that apple that has living people in it. How many people would die from me consuming the Earth-like apple?
There must have been at least 10-20 people blocking me. I'm sure there are more in the r/plural server who despises me and all, allies of those who blocked me will turn into Jessica's sex slave which should add up to about 300 perhaps.
My role-play pretend mother, Jessica, once said "One time I was admiring Big boobs women and some woman said "Men Men Men" that's an opening it tells you that she is very feminist so never be Rude to her that's why I said to get respectfully that she uttered that word because she got flat boobs and she is jealous. She fell for my Boobs strategy." As she texted this out, she inserted a cat thinking emoji.
I got out of my first bus stop and saw a lot of people. Lots of folks seemed to be waiting for a bus or got on the special bus called 'Charter UP JNL GLOBAL'. I watched the citizens organize and pack luggages inside the luggage area of the bus.
Every time I tried to inhale my cigarette, I seemed to be coughing. This was my second cigarette of the day after all. I was also coughing sometimes during my first cigarette too. I wasn't the only one smoking in Los Angeles streets though. I saw three other men smoking and even offered a man one of my own when he asked for one. A different man asked me for a cigarette and I lent him one. As long as I don't need to give up money then I'm more than happy to offer cigarettes to people.
Somehow my cigarette went out and I had to relit it again. A third person asked for a cigarette today after discovering that my brand was 'American Spirit' and I offered it to him. I bought a Blue American Spirit pack at 7-Eleven today and it was the most expensive pack that I bought out of all the items I brought. I brought myself some food and Pepsi too.
Blanco once said "it is not about the destination but the journey". He was right, I got bored as soon as I arrived at the alien stage event hosted by Shoujo Sweets. There were some vendors and some things to do but I didn't buy any tickets pre-sale wise and I didn't really want to buy from any vendors when I had Anime Expo coming up in a few days.
I proceeded to head to McDonalds to get a soft serve vanilla ice cream cone. I wasn't even finished with it as I headed out the door and began my walk to the orange county bus stop that I needed to get on back to Los Angeles county.
I was reading Omniscients Readers Viewpoint Webtoon version. Then I decided to look up at the view while sitting on the bus. It was nice to enjoy the view from time to time. I decided to inhale my fourth cigarette while waiting for the metro bus as soon as I got out of the orange county bus.
A smile crept up the narrator's lips as he saw The Punisher in the ORV webtoon. The Punisher was an exquisite woman with long black hair. She had black eyes and wore an outfit that was in all black, including black combat boots, a black cape, and black clothing. Who wouldn't be immediately drawn to her beauty?
I impulsively decided to smoke a fifth cigarette in the journey of waiting for my final bus stop of the day back home. There was a really loud motorcycle that passed by me. It was unbearable for a bit until it flew by. The narrator was feeling quite chilly and cold since he didn't bring his jacket with him. He always thought he would be fine considering it's summer time and he lives in California where it's typically hot.
Maybe I should have asked Dante if "repeating the same thing over and over will make sense to someone" because it felt like she was doing just that to me. Repeating it over and over that I'm harassing and stalking Lizmarie. I don't know why I thought that was a good comeback. Has she seriously never thought that maybe I don't look at those terms too deeply or don't even realize that I don't see myself doing those things? I didn't even realize I may be considered stalking Lizmarie for doing unwanted communication constantly.
As for harassment, all I did was ask some questions and fictionally stated that real life people would die. I guess that's terrifying to the real life people who do know me. Whoops, Jackie Baguet knows that I cursed her to die by a jackhammer via my website. So what? I felt deeply betrayed and hurt by her actions and words so I wrote that sentence. I'm just a hurt man responding to the ones who hurted me with my powerful writing.
There were 10 months of long enduring pain that I had to suffer. I'm making sure the ones who abandoned me and enhanced my suffering feel the same exact way as I do. I'm not a hero but if I was a God, I would summon the Scenario Apocalypse from ORV.
I was going to lie down and place my feet in my blanket when a string from the blanket sliced in between the skin of my pinkie toe and the toe next to it. I felt a sharp cutting pain when it occurred and immediately stopped to check what even cut it. I suppose I learned my lesson on why strings can be dangerous. It does make sense on how string can be used to kill someone now.
I considered using a band-aid on it but figured that since there was no bleeding, it ought to be fine. It looked like only the skin and the outer layer was cut.
I watched a video of a tiny white puppy pushing another tiny white puppy down the stairs. The two small adorable creatures seemed to be chasing or biting each other before the incident happened.
Sometimes I feel unconfident in my writing skills when seeing others get more readers than I do. I don't really have a consistent reader but I find my own writing to be boring. Will I even find my personal Kim Dokja who leaves a comment on each chapter one day?