I wouldn’t have much fun with it per se, but I’d still use it. Pretty sure you could change the course of this bullshit within 12 names, if you pick them right and link their outcomes together.
Example:
“At [precise time], [target], opens their veins with the nearest sharp object and writes [portion of the message] in their own blood upon the nearest surface, while screaming ‘We were wrong, and judgement comes!’, before dying from a brain aneurysm.”
Run it in batches of 3 over a Friday to Monday, when the US markets are closed.
The precise time corresponding to part of an IP address.
The message: [Stop being evil controlling cunts for/your own gain and selfish desires/Or die alongside all your works/I know who is really in charge amongst you].
Batch 1: The three most visually and vocally problematic governmental figureheads.
Batch 2: The three most visually and vocally problematic billionaires
Batch 3: The three most embedded of aides that facilitated the first two groups
Batch 4: A random selection of Billionaires who have been way too quiet recently even as their money flows to make everything shittier.
They’ll figure out the IP address pretty quick.
Then they’ll hit the page with the instructions:
Make an international trust foundation with a legitimately open, controllable, and auditable operations by the people, with the charter to improve the lives of all Humanity
The instruction to ironclad formalize mechanisms so that the foundation ends up controlling no less than 99.9% of all their assets, by midnight Monday, and the promise that there will not be individual billionaires allowed to exist after that time.
Bam. The grand majority of the hurdles for a better world out of the way.
Then we can get to the real and important work: Deciding which specific leftist ideology is most correct and which form of Anarchism proves it wrong, as God intended.
Man, Death Note hits so differently now than years ago.
If I had that book, I’d be having so much fun right now.
I wouldn’t have much fun with it per se, but I’d still use it. Pretty sure you could change the course of this bullshit within 12 names, if you pick them right and link their outcomes together.
Example:
“At [precise time], [target], opens their veins with the nearest sharp object and writes [portion of the message] in their own blood upon the nearest surface, while screaming ‘We were wrong, and judgement comes!’, before dying from a brain aneurysm.”
Run it in batches of 3 over a Friday to Monday, when the US markets are closed.
The precise time corresponding to part of an IP address.
The message: [Stop being evil controlling cunts for/your own gain and selfish desires/Or die alongside all your works/I know who is really in charge amongst you].
Batch 1: The three most visually and vocally problematic governmental figureheads.
Batch 2: The three most visually and vocally problematic billionaires
Batch 3: The three most embedded of aides that facilitated the first two groups
Batch 4: A random selection of Billionaires who have been way too quiet recently even as their money flows to make everything shittier.
They’ll figure out the IP address pretty quick.
Then they’ll hit the page with the instructions:
Make an international trust foundation with a legitimately open, controllable, and auditable operations by the people, with the charter to improve the lives of all Humanity
The instruction to ironclad formalize mechanisms so that the foundation ends up controlling no less than 99.9% of all their assets, by midnight Monday, and the promise that there will not be individual billionaires allowed to exist after that time.
Bam. The grand majority of the hurdles for a better world out of the way.
Then we can get to the real and important work: Deciding which specific leftist ideology is most correct and which form of Anarchism proves it wrong, as God intended.
Wait, I fixed it all, why is Ryuk still laughing?
Isn’t the whole arc of the story that the power corrupts and perverts it’s wielder?
IRL, the person with the Death Note is just Donald Trump. And Ryuk is Israel.
the whole arc of the story is that the writer sucks, and that light is a jackass.
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https://lemmy.world/post/37621306/20045412
The other point is that the author straight up hates women but yeah.
I’m different though, I’m special and can do it without being punished by the gods.
How many billionaires and their descendents do I have to name for the money to go back to the people?
Does it work if you feed the pages into a printer? I’d get cramp writing out the entire list of Congress and billionaires.