an emotional, free-flowing rant that mixes personal struggle with a sharp critique of modern gaming culture. He feels let down by support systems and family, and argues that many people stay stuck—socially and psychologically—while exploitative “gacha” games profit from addiction and meaningless grinding. He contrasts that with older, deeper games (like Asheron’s Call) and small indie/open projects that feel more “real,” and he frames his own LitRPG/book + online challenges as a path to discipline, meaning, and growth. Overall it’s a frustrated but ambitious manifesto: modern systems (people, institutions, games) reward passivity and shallow engagement, so he tries to build a challenge-based model that forces learning, responsibility, and forward motion.

  The provided transcript is a lengthy, stream-of-consciousness monologue (likely from an auto-generated subtitle of a video or voice recording) by someone named Faruk. It covers personal frustrations, gaming experiences, critiques of modern games and communities, and references to his own creative projects.

  Main Themes and Key Points

  Frustration with Support/Services and Family The speaker expresses deep disappointment with various support systems (possibly mental health, coaching, or online services) that promise help but deliver slow/no responses, even after payment or inquiry. He feels ignored or controlled rather than supported. He describes his family (especially parents and brother) as unwilling to engage meaningfully — preferring him “silent” or institutionalized rather than helping him find real solutions like psychiatric support or coaching. He sees them as “useless” and detached, repeating patterns from 2021.

  Critique of Modern Gaming and Communities He heavily criticizes gacha/mobile games like Raid: Shadow Legends, Diablo Immortal, and similar titles (including “culture games” — likely autocorrect for “gacha games”). These games rely on “whales” (big spenders) who pour thousands into in-game currency/energy, but end up playing against bots on dead servers after a few hours — making victories meaningless and addictive behavior exploitative. He mentions Switzerland’s restrictions on microtransactions and his reluctance to use VPNs to bypass them. Older communities (Discord servers for FFA games, players in their 30s/40s still stuck in the same routines) feel stagnant and sad to him — people who “never dare to grow up” and remain trapped in endless grinding without real progress.

  Positive Gaming Recommendations

  ?Asheron’s Call (an old-school MMORPG from 1999): He praises it as more meaningful, challenging, and lore-rich than modern games (better than WoW or Old School RuneScape in difficulty and depth). He recommends trying it and offers rewards (like chess in-game) for those who set it up.

  ?A free/open-source dungeon crawler project (mentioned with GitHub/Google Drive links): He calls it fun, offline-playable, and worth checking — especially for challenges like “first clear” of certain content (e.g., Cararos) in under 30 minutes.

  ?MiniGiants.io — Used as an example of a simple but scam-like arena game where players fight bots, yet it’s more enjoyable than paid gacha titles. He contrasts its harmless core gameplay with addictive ad/promotion tactics.

  His Own Projects and Aspirations He is writing a LitRPG (Literary RPG) fantasy novel/story, inspired by classics like The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor (a famous Korean VRMMORPG novel about a poor player grinding to success in a game world). He used AI (e.g., ChatGPT) to help write/edit the first ~30 pages (up to an “initiation quest” called “Colos Path”), but finds most modern LitRPGs repetitive and low-quality compared to early machine-translated Korean works. The story seems to involve escaping addictions (gaming, poker), finding talent, challenges/puzzles (including code/numbers riddles on his site), and deeper themes like scientific proof of God, preparation for “elite” levels, and counseling needs. He promotes his homepage, Discord, YouTube channels, and offers rewards (e.g., roulette spins, full book copies) for completing challenges or first clears. He believes true progress requires overcoming addictions and puzzles — but many (gamers, chess players, etc.) stay stuck in their 40s/50s with wasted potential.

  Overall Tone and Message The monologue is rambling, repetitive, and emotional — mixing bitterness about personal/family neglect, disdain for exploitative modern gaming, nostalgia for deeper old games, and promotion of his own creative work as a path to meaning/talent. He sees gaming addictions (especially poker and gacha) as destructive, yet values certain games/challenges as ways to build discipline or prove worth. The narrative ultimately ties into a need for proper psychosocial support to break free and pursue bigger goals (including philosophical/scientific ones).

  In short, it’s a raw, personal rant from someone disillusioned with family, current gaming culture, and unhelpful systems — while still passionate about classic games, game development, and his own LitRPG writing project as potential ways forward.

  not one legit LitRPG by a GamEr

  

  

  Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.

  There Is Still Adventure to Be Had—for Cheap

  In a world that often feels polished to the point of predictability, it's the unscripted mishaps that remind us adventure doesn't require a hefty budget or a passport stamp. Take my recent escapade: a simple trip to my uncle's place on inline skates, transformed into a makeshift polar expedition by a detour through uncleared winter roads. Picture this: Switzerland's highest peak, the Dom, might loom majestically at 4,545 meters, but my humble route in the foothills of everyday suburbia offered its own vertigo-inducing thrills. Snow piled high on the shoulders, ice glazing the asphalt like a treacherous rink, and in spots, the entire path frozen solid. I lost count of the falls—each one a soft landing into the drifts, more embarrassing than painful. Lesson learned? Next time, ditch the skates and embrace the ice walk. It's raw, it's ridiculous, and at zero cost beyond a bruised ego, it's the kind of thrill that North Sweden's pros might envy for its sheer accessibility.

  But adventure isn't just about slipping on skates; it's about the quiet revelations that sneak up on you mid-tumble. Right before my uncle's house, in one degree of bone-chilling fog so thick it swallowed the streetlights, I spotted two prime examples of human nature's shortcuts. Dog waste, left steaming in the slush because no eyes were watching. It's a small sin, but it hits hard: if we're unobserved, how quickly we slacken. Now that we've glimpsed the divine—or at least pondered its gaze—it's clear we're all scouts in this regard, forever under that subtle surveillance. Humanity, for all its progress, still needs to mature. Too many of us operate on "get away with it" mode, but that's not the ledger we'll be judged by. It's a foggy morning's sermon, delivered gratis.

  Shifting gears from the physical to the personal, my Project 25 is shaping up as a familiar echo of 2023—same hurdles, but I've leveled up my toolkit for wrangling the bureaucratic beasts. Confidence is the upgrade: I've got the scars from past battles to navigate entities that once felt impenetrable. My uncle, ever the strategist, has looped in my parents to fund the push—funneled discreetly through my brother to keep the optics clean. It's not glamorous, but it's momentum.

  On the career front, I'm casting lines wider. I'll crash the next Green Party event to pitch my services properly—volunteer first, value second. Prominent Disa rang back: a call promised for next week. Inclusion Handicap? Crickets so far. The roadmap? Green Party immersion now, with paid gigs likely landing via those orgs later. That buys me until early February—unemployed limbo, but not idle. One fix: draft that overdue email. Another: sweet-talk Tina, my social care worker, into a loan reduction. At 168 units per hour, I could shadow her work (or ace it outright, motivation being the great equalizer). It's pragmatic poetry—same output, smarter economics.

  Then there's the beast I've birthed: a 666-page leviathan demanding a rewrite. Not for vanity, but as a showcase pitch to ghostwriters. Strip out the raw first draft's clutter, and it's a blueprint for recouping my 1+1=2 firm's sunk costs—paid in arrears, if the stars align. It's the kind of self-made hustle that bureaucrats can't touch. Speaking of which, the psychiatrist runaround? Pure inertia. Tests with that "baratum" doc? Echoes in the void. No answers, just the nudge to forge my own path. Even my Turkish friend gets it: from our call, it sounded salvageable, but whispers of shadiness linger. His PhD presentation? Kicked down the road another year. My take? English has sharpened since three years back; it's courage that's lagging. Jump in—Ankara's job market awaits if it flops. Family's the safety net; regret's the real trap.

  And for levity amid the grind? Gaming's my escape hatch. The Age of Empires ladder qual for Red Bull's got that electric buzz, but Warcraft 3's FFA scene screams for a similar revival. Pros are stacking guarantees—top spots pulling 1,000 easy, quartets feasting higher—but the meta's stale: Koreans dominating, frustration mounting for underdogs. Annoying as hell if you're grinding, but what can you do? Adapt or alt-tab.

  In the end, life's script hasn't rewritten itself much from last year. Same snow, same fog, same loose ends. But I'm scripting better—falling softer, spotting clearer, hustling sharper. Adventure's out there, cheap as a foggy skate sesh, and I'm betting it'll all click into place. Somehow. Because that's the scout's creed: keep rolling, watched or not.

  [17:30, 18/01/2026] Ghostwriter: [17:30, 18/01/2026] Ghostwriter: I managed to get my little story published [18:49, 18/01/2026] Urs-Li: [18:49, 18/01/2026] Urs-Li: some bugs fixed [18:50, 18/01/2026] Urs-Li: i will share it

  Ich warte immer noch auf einen Telefontermin mit Inclusion Handicap, obwohl meine E-Mail dort sehr positiv aufgenommen wurde. Für mich ist das frustrierend, weil genau solche Stellen entscheidend w?ren, um einen Jobversuch offiziell aufzubauen. Wenn ich sagen kann, dass ich zum Beispiel eine gewisse Anzahl Stunden politisch mitgearbeitet habe – sei es bei den Grünen oder sp?ter vielleicht auch bei Organisationen wie Pro Mente Sana –, dann st?rkt das meine Position enorm für den n?chsten Schritt.

  nicht nur über Inklusion zu sprechen, sondern sie praktisch zu leben, indem ich überhaupt dort auftauche und mein Anliegen selbst einbringe.

  Wie k?nnen soziale Anliegen, Behinderung, Inklusion und Klimapolitik st?rker zusammen gedacht werden?

  Und wie kann jemand wie ich, mit eingeschr?nkter Belastbarkeit, trotzdem politisch sinnvoll mitwirken?

  Und darum, aus der reinen Theorie wieder ein kleines Stück Praxis zu machen.

  Urs

  es wird klar, dass es ein pers?nlicher Integrationsversuch ist.

  Die zentrale Frage, wie man soziale Anliegen und Klimapolitik unter einen Hut bringen k?nnte. Damit kann die Grüne Linth auf dem politischen Parkett nichts bewirken. Die Flugh?he muss tiefer sein.

  Meinrad

  Kenyan athlete Alice Koigi kept racing after her doping suspension, stealing prize money

  

  it is a combination of my father grudgingly supporting me and failed speculation on his part that i would acctually attempt this; also he still does not talk to me; not even on the phone.