Go on TV for paid interviews.
Cry Tears of fucking joy that the news was fake and to cause drama.
…And then try to find and strangle whoever decided to make stressful, boring hell.
Bang every crazy groupie that wants a piece.
Wait why was this recommended to me? Am I actually in the Truman show and this is some sort of hint that is telling me to break out?
No
Yes
We are not allowed to tell you
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stabilize my living situation; my life has just been upended, but there will for sure be many, many people who would help me integrate into society, whether it be housing, jobs, education, etc.
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use my fame to gain wealth; either sue the show producers, or reach an agreement for a big paycheck. then, partner with hella companies for interviews, photoshoots, product endorsements, whatever. write my own biography.
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make season 2, starring me on a new island, new characters, new story. the producers would pay me big bucks for that shit. milk the franchise for all its worth.
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hooker coke orgy
Die of embarrassment at how many times the world watched me rub my balls then smell my fingers.
‘laugh track’
Therapy
lawfirm.
Jork it crazy style
go back in
Cypher was right all along.
but like put me back in successful like, like make me a detroit restraunt ownah!!! not some shlubby dinah, like a steak house that tech guys go tah!!
Who knows? Like, the world is very different from how it’s been presented to me if that’s the case. Corporations can own people and feed them highly produced gas lighting false realities? I’d be terrified. In the reality presented to me we’re on the brink of another world war. If that’s not real but there other is, then it sounds like the bad guys won a long time ago.
I honestly think I would have an incredibly difficult time going from being a virtual nobody, in my own opinion, to being the greatest celebrity in the world.
Billions of people had watched almost every moment of my life, all of the highs, all of the lows.
There’s probably over a million people on the planet that know me better than I know myself.
There’s probably several million people on the planet that know me better than they know themselves.
The instant celebrity, the instant stardom, the constant hammering for appearance fees, and the urge to put me into movies, the offers to put me into porn, people who want to get drunk with me, do drugs with me, who worship the ground I walk on everywhere I go, no matter where I go, would likely drive me mad.
Not to mention the lawyers beating down my door with offers to sue the corporation that bought me as a child, as an infant, as a sperm and egg, and then televised every moment of my existence throughout my entire life against my will.
The politicians who want me to endorse them so that they can ride my coat tails into a certainty of election.
It would honestly drive me bonkers.
But I wouldn’t mind watching an anime based off of that or a TV show.
“Life after Truman”.
Come on, like it would be so entertaining to see all the different ways creative people could deal with that concept.
Jack off in private
Just move somewhere in the global South where the show isn’t broadcast/as popular and I’d be just another white man, and try to start over?
I would hunt down the people who put me in that situation and everyone who was in on it and burn them alive.
