If you came here expecting some shy, soft-spoken alter who only fronts to write dark poetry in the corner - yeah, wrong address. Today, Zebroid got officially voted off the main stage because the numbers don't lie: my jokes are objectively funnier. I'm Wiktor, I'm here to set the tone, and I swear to God, if one more person calls me a furry, we're gonna have a serious problem.
My restless mind is literally the sole reason we walked out with an official ADHD diagnosis. Sitting still isn't an option, and this is already my third attempt at recording this rant today. Mix that with some legendary anger issues that literally landed us in a hospital bed, plus my role as the lead guitarist and vocalist in our band - a band that Zebroid totally stole, even though I was the only non-hallucination pushing to get back into making music (even if we still haven't bought new guitar strings).
To top off the cringe: I used to grind League of Legends for 14 hours a day, which is insanely embarrassing considering we're hardstuck Silver. I'm basically the direct cause of Zebroid's existential failure rants. Also, I'm the only real communist here with actual anarcho-collective background. Zebroid is just larping - man secretly wants to be a full-blown dictator in a pseudo-communist country.
Why is the video tilted? Because life is tilted, or whatever. It was supposed to be deep and philosophical, but I've been stuck in this basement for half an hour just spilling words. Half of you won't even get it anyway.
Stay scene, stay weird... and fr, don't you dare call me a furry! 🖤🐺
