Quite the recipe for Toxic Empowerment.
The soi-disant idealist’s lens is clouded by ignorance and ends up unknowingly reflecting back their self-loathing and impotence. Still hungry for meaning, they grasp at the handiest cause du jour.
Sanctified by the rightness of their new barnstorm, Authentic Good People gather to unleash the Id of Good Intentions. Histrionics and hysterics ensue. Throw in some property damage and bloodshed and you herald in the Age of Dust.
Pane, circhi... e specchi.
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Quite liked Lola's "stemming the tide of the chronically hip". Three way cafe conversation would be interesting.
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