[vi] death is on my face

[unbiaseddeath]

Friends. I do not understand the need. I recently read an article on social psychology of American individuals. It was said that people are prone to join groups. It began as an evolutionary imperative, but now remains as a way to accomplish goals, gain prestige, and potentially to gain access to share resources. The cost, however, is a drain on your own time, energy, and resources as well as potentially conflicting views that you are expected to accept; 'norms,' they are called. Rules of how you are to behave as a part of this group. Most do not even acknowledge the concepts of deinviduation or groupthink, both such demeaning effects of group membership.

Tell me, then, why does one join a group? Why does one possess or gain friends?

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[not-my-heel.livejournal.com]

Depressing. I won't give in to despair, though. In that case, I will either leave the New Yorkers to wallow amongst themselves, or conquer them, in the name of my glory.

[unbiaseddeath.livejournal.com]

I can only offer you the aid of Slaughter should you decide on the latter.

[not-my-heel.livejournal.com]

I will surely be needing aid, should I choose the latter. I will keep your offer in mind. Consider it an honor.

[unbiaseddeath.livejournal.com]

Murder is not honored, child. It is.