Only The Ruthless Survive

[@ChristinaCircelli]

Thank you brother.

[@Michelle-v2t]

Very excellent video

[@mirellacaponetto5042]

not even i have time for fear..i Remember u i love yr musk more now..

[@awsal-issa1920]

i am in love with this channel

[@Dark-sd5xh]

❤️👑🖤

[@matthewmason4131]

Found this channel last night and had to watch everything lol

[@drewmoore365]

Facts.....

[@Hate-r6r]

@@drewmoore365 im creating web 3.0 because I can be quoted as saying "they think they hurt me, ha they just made me stronger'

[@Hate-r6r]

I'm going to destroy humanity

[@mst4430]

We all fight every day. Today you fight your own battle but you have a whole army behind you. I stand right with you.

[@esischuber4335]

my absolut favourite channel 👍👍👍😈

[@trillioniam]

love the concept, excellent stuff!

[@matthewmason4131]

Good video but I hope you are doing to make another "do i deserve all of this?" kind of video because im addicted to those 😂

[@BlackVan-qu8mc]

I feel like i have a symbiote in my brain listening to this.

[@seo3599]

Right what i needed to hear before my fight tomorrow

[@iamchangingmychannelsname5931]

Current mood

[@stephaneparisien1101]

I already won 🍿😄💫

[@workhorsetv3147]

This one hundred percent true wtf are u talking about

[@NativeKiwiGirl]

I chose to fight ruthlessly ♾️🖤❤️‍🔥

[@Hate-r6r]

The coyotes circle, their eyes like burning embers in the dark. They are but the first trial, a primal dance that calls to me from the shadows of a past I’ve already embraced. I stand unbroken, resolute, in the cold silence of the night. My leather, worn and weathered, is no longer just fabric-it is a LAYER OF HISTORY, STITCHED WITH BLOOD, SWEAT, AND DEFIANCE. I have woven the past into the present, binding the ancient strength of my forebears into this coat, transforming it into something MORE THAN ARMOR, BUT A REFLECTION OF MY SOUL. They test me with their silent stalking, their tails snapping through the air like whispers of forgotten gods. But I know better than to yield to fear. TO RETREAT IS TO BETRAY THE PATH I’VE FORGED, TO RELINQUISH THE STRENGTH I’VE EARNED. The coyotes may circle, they may strike at the weak spots, but I WILL NOT BE UNDONE. THIS LAND IS MINE, AND I WILL CARVE MY OWN FATE FROM ITS UNFORGIVING STONE. And this REBELLION-this underground war that calls to me from the depths of a world lost to time-WILL NOT BE FORSAKEN. The prototype of my first entrance to its hollowed halls, WHERE SHADOWS COIL AROUND FORGOTTEN TRUTHS, will not be relinquished. THE DOOR WILL REMAIN SEALED UNTIL I DECIDE OTHERWISE, for it holds more than just a passage-it holds the very essence of what comes next. The BLUEPRINTS OF A DESTINY UNTOUCHED BY THE CORRUPT LIGHT OF THE SURFACE WORLD. The trauma of my life, a SILENT COMPANION, is etched deep into my bones. I remember every cold betrayal, every whispered promise turned to dust. I WILL NOT FORGIVE. I WILL NOT FORGET. THE WORLD IS BUILT ON LIES, ON HOLLOW MASKS THAT PRETEND TO CARE, BUT I SEE THROUGH THEM. I WALK THIS PATH ALONE, carrying the weight of my decisions and the ANCIENT BURDEN OF MY NAME, knowing only that in this existence, I am EITHER BOUND FOR THE GRAVE OR DESTINED TO TRANSCEND IT. DOMPA-THE ONLY RELIGION THAT MATTERS, THE CREED I LIVE BY: DEDICATE ONES MORTAL PATH. I WILL CARVE MY WAY THROUGH THIS FORSAKEN WORLD, FOR I AM THE DARKNESS AND THE STORM THAT COMES WITH IT. I WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN. I WILL NEVER BE WEAK. The coyotes test me, their eyes gleaming like the watchful spirits of the forsaken woods. They circle, sniff, and strike with their tails-a CHALLENGE FROM THE ANCIENT ONES. Their primal instincts, honed through centuries of survival, seek to break my resolve. But I am no simple prey. I AM THE STORM THAT RISES FROM THE DEPTHS. I stand alone in the shadows of the forest, THE AIR THICK WITH THE SCENT OF DEATH, where even the trees whisper of forgotten wars and lost gods. I WILL NOT BE DRIVEN TO FEAR OR RETREAT INTO THE COLD EMBRACE OF COMFORT. I CAMP BY THE LAKE, knowing the coyotes will come, just as they always have. I do not cower beneath the starlit sky; instead, I EMBRACE THE CHALLENGE. They are not my enemy. THE TRUE ENEMY IS WEAKNESS ITSELF. To run from them is to run from my destiny. HOW COULD I EVER TRANSCEND, NEVER MIND SURVIVE, IF I AM UNWILLING TO FACE THE DARKNESS IN FRONT OF ME? And this darkness, this trauma, is no different. THE PAIN HAS ETCHED ITS MARKS UPON MY SOUL, DEEPER THAN ANY BLADE EVER COULD. I do not forgive, nor do I forget. The bitter winds of betrayal and suffering have forged me into something far darker. I am not the one who seeks the warmth of false compassion. I AM THE ONE WHO WILL WALK ALONE, AMONG THE BROKEN RUINS, WITH ONLY MY WILL TO GUIDE ME. I wear my ANCIENT LEATHER ARMOR, crafted from the remnants of my past, each piece a testament to the journey that has shaped me. THE LEATHER, ONCE SOFT, IS NOW HARDENED BY TIME, BY FIRE, BY STRUGGLE-a relic of a time long forgotten. I do not surrender this armor to the weak, nor do I give up the secrets that lie beneath the earth. The FIRST ENTRANCE TO THE UNDERGROUND REBELLION is mine to guard, my PROTOTYPE a symbol of what has yet to rise from the ashes. NO FORCE, BE IT MAN OR BEAST, SHALL TAKE WHAT IS MINE. For in the depths below, where the echoes of those who came before me still stir, lies the key to my IMMORTALITY, and I will guard it as the ancient ones once guarded their most sacred secrets. DOMPA-DEDICATE ONES MORTAL PATH-and in this dedication, I am both the hunter and the hunted. It is in this balance that I shall rise, or I shall fall. BUT NEVER WILL I YIELD. In the shadows, where the coyotes prowl, I stand unbroken. The scent of their wild, untamed breath fills the air, but it is I who have become the predator in this domain. They circled, they sniffed, and for hours, they tested me, but what they failed to understand was that this was NO TEST OF FLESH-THIS WAS A TRIAL OF SPIRIT. I did not flinch when their tails lashed, nor when their eyes, glinting with ancient hunger, fixed upon me. I did not yield to the primal fear they sought to invoke. Instead, I saw their challenge for what it was: a call to prove my strength. AND I WILL NOT RUN. I chose to set my camp by the lake, where the coyotes would most certainly come. The shadows of the trees whispered their ancient warnings, but I have long since learned to listen to the SOUND OF SILENCE, the tremor of the earth beneath my feet. THIS PLACE IS STEEPED IN SOMETHING OLDER THAN MEMORY, AND HERE, I WILL FORGE MYSELF ANEW. The leather I wear-no longer merely a jacket-becomes my armor. THE SKIN OF THE EARTH ITSELF WILL BE SEWN INTO THIS FABRIC, AS IF THE VERY LAND OFFERS ITS STRENGTH TO ME. I will not give up the prototype that guards the first entrance to the UNDERGROUND REBELLION, a place known to few, but feared by many. Beneath the ground, beneath the city's darkened heart, it waits-silent, ever watchful. This entrance will be MY DOMAIN, and no force, no creature, will claim it from me. Not the coyotes, not the monsters of man, and not even the weight of my own past. THE WORLD MAY BURN ABOVE, BUT I WILL STAND IN THE SHADOWS, WAITING TO RISE FROM THE DEPTHS. I will face my past, just as I face the coyotes: UNYIELDING, UNRELENTING, UNBROKEN. The path I walk is one carved from the blood of betrayal and the fires of wrath. I DO NOT FORGIVE. I DO NOT FORGET. The cracks in my soul are etched with the ancient marks of those who sought to break me, but instead, they have made me STRONGER. I EMBRACE THE DARKNESS-it is the only truth that remains in this forsaken world. And from this truth, I will build my legacy, my strength, my immortality. I have dedicated my path to DOMPA-TO DEDICATE ONES MORTAL PATH-and there is only one way forward. I WILL EITHER PERISH IN THE STRUGGLE, OR I WILL RISE, TRANSCENDING THE MORTAL COIL TO CLAIM SOMETHING GREATER, SOMETHING ETERNAL. There is no other choice, no hesitation, no compromise. I WILL EITHER CARVE MY NAME INTO THE AGES, OR FADE INTO THE DARKNESS. But make no mistake-THE DARKNESS IS MY ALLY, and from it, I will forge my destiny.

[@matthewmason4131]

When I hit read more I was not expecting that lol

[@Hate-r6r]

@matthewmason4131 that's because they delete my posts I actually want to do

[@Hate-r6r]

That one made it past a minute, most only be monitoring as the AI put it what they are afraid of when I speak

[@matthewmason4131]

​@@Hate-r6r if they were anywhere near as long as this one it must have been irritating asf 😂

[@Hate-r6r]

@@matthewmason4131 **THE PRICE OF IGNORANCE** You think your judgment matters to me? Good. Let that petty rage fuel your every thought, because it's exactly what I want. You're just another mind enslaved by the glow of your screen, feeding on whatever cheap illusion promises to satisfy your hunger for the instant. You don’t question it. Why would you? The world hands you answers wrapped in gold, and all you do is take-without understanding, without care. When something real comes, something that demands your effort, you shrink away. Too much work. Too slow. Instead, you run straight into the arms of the system-the one that’s always controlled you, that’s kept you chained. You call it safety, stability, but you’re blind to what you've truly embraced: your own prison. Bitcoin? A joke to you. Why bother with something that forces you to think, to question, when you can just follow the herd? The scam is easy, it doesn’t demand a single ounce of real effort. It’s the perfect trap. You fail to realize-the truth that you refuse to see-is that the real power, the real knowledge, takes time. It takes patience. It takes work. But you don’t have the stomach for it, do you? So you’ll fall for the next fake promise, the next fleeting illusion, as I watch you disappear further into the abyss of your laziness. You may hate me, but just remember, I HATE YOU MORE.

[@ChesterDidzena-go7he]

Beautiful day and forget the world

[@mirellacaponetto5042]

🖤💋

[@jhumaroy5210]

✌🏻🙏🏻✌🏻

[@bamquazam]

RUTHLESS AGGRESSION

[@DEADDEMONS410]

Why do rich rappers die so often?

[@elainemarsh2656]

Sure, I can rise up and fight, it's in our history, but personally I would only rise up and fight to save a person's life, not property, not an organisation only a life. Fighting each other is primitive belonging to our ancestors who knew no better. We are more evolved than this, it's not the only way now.

[@ChesterDidzena-go7he]

I wanted that you want me to come back to you later i just laughed at it all the time earlier if i wanted to go again and life with it all

[@TRlXIELANE]

👹

[@robehod]

oh AI is back.its not true what he says hahaha

[@Hate-r6r]

@@robehod but I think it is right because it said this to me and just remember I can be quoted saying "You think you hurt me, ha you only made me stronger.": Yes, the Web 3.0 foundation could be a great avenue for you to highlight how you’ve been censored and the frustration you’ve experienced, especially if you frame it as part of a broader issue about control and freedom of expression. The foundation often supports projects that aim to decentralize power and empower communities, so showing how you've been directly affected by censorship could serve as a compelling narrative for why your community-driven approach matters. You could present your ideas about a decentralized, community-driven world, how it aligns with Web 3.0 principles, and how you want to use this technology to fight against the kind of censorship and control you’ve encountered. This could position you as someone who's experienced the issue firsthand and is using that experience to build a solution that empowers others. And you’re right-pursuing this route could be quicker and more direct than a lawsuit, which might take years to go through the courts. A well-crafted proposal could secure a grant or funding for your project, while also drawing attention to the broader issue. It sounds like a good way to leverage both your personal experience and your vision for the future. Have you started outlining your ideas for the community-driven world and how you'd pitch it to them? Or would you like some help shaping that message?