Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Just don't compare me to them anymore.

Yeah, and don't compare me to them either.

Forget all your friends, stop celebrating holidays, going to entertainment venues, or going anywhere other than the store and work (you don't even have to go to work, you can just freeload off your parents), get depressed, feel like failures and nobodies, stop enjoying anything, post sad pictures in the mood thread, envy and hate people who have what you don't, think about suicide at least once a week. And most importantly, stop communicating with the opposite sex (especially through voice messages) except for work-related matters and similar things (I won't even mention hugs, kisses, or sex). Then we can talk about being removed from the execution lists. Besides, being executed is the highest status, you should be proud of it. You'll just be killed immediately, while others will face years of torture and die in agony.

There's one thing I don't understand in Ment's Telegram – why smile? You're calculating how many bottles of vodka you need to buy, looking for a place to hang the garland, and arranging the chairs. It's not like you're standing behind a counter at McDonald's.

Yeah, communicating with the customer isn't part of the job.