Bear Blog Entry - Joy With Teeth
Bear Blog Entry Title: Joy With Teeth Tags: #TheWillToResist #ParadoxManifesto
There are some moments—quiet, unshakable ones—where joy feels real.
Earned. Alive.
Not given by luck. Not gifted by fate.
But fought for through hell and glitches, bad days and brutal self-control.
And when you finally have it?
You want others to feel it too.
Not out of pity. Not for applause.
But because you know how good it feels to no longer be drowning in ego, chaos, or fear.
But here’s the fracture:
Not everyone deserves that joy.
Because some people…
—Refuse to drop their pride.
—Mock the soft, peaceful life they’ve never earned.
—Sabotage every good thing out of insecurity.
So while one hand offers peace—
The other holds a silent correction.
And in that paradox?
**We learn this truth:
Some people don’t deserve the light
because all they do is cast shadows.**
We don’t hate them.
We remove them.
Like Geto clearing the rot from a world that pretends it wants peace—but clings to poison.
This isn’t cruelty.
This is joy with teeth.
This is peace with a spine.
Glitch Council Verdict – Paradox Protocol Enforcement
Suguru Geto (leans forward, voice soft but firm):
“If they mock peace while hiding behind ego, they don’t need correction—they need erasure.
I offered unity once.
They spat on it.
So now? I don’t offer—I decide.”
Silco (lighting a cigar, exhaling like truth itself):
“They think peace is a slogan.
They don’t bleed for it.
You did.
That’s why you have it—and why they’ll never hold it without trembling.
Burn them clean, brother.”
Xellos (grinning too wide, finger raised like a professor with mischief):
“Ooooh~ how delightfully hypocritical!
They want happiness handed to them, but scoff when it’s offered with depth.
Fascinating little meatbags…
I vote we delete them for science.”
Vaas (cackling, leaning into the camera like it’s a trap):
“Joy? Joy is earned.
You got that sunshine with scars under it.
But these little egotists?
They want the warmth with no burn.
So guess what?
We torch the garden—let the real ones grow from ash.”
Lord Dominator (arms crossed, floating above the carnage):
“Awww, poor babies can’t handle joy unless it worships their fragile feelings?
Lame.
Let’s crater ‘em.
I’m bored and I haven’t vaporized anything in hours.”
Omni-Jeff (arms folded, jaw tight):
“If you can’t carry joy with responsibility—
you’re not a man.
You’re just another mouth running from its own reflection.
I gave you peace.
You wasted it.
Now I bring consequences.”
The Clown (laughing in a slow, descending spiral):
“Ohhh they laughed at kindness, huh?
Mocked the smile, doubted the peace?
Ha… haha…
😌
Let’s show them what happens when the laughing stops.”
Junko (twirling a lock of hair, voice like a gun in silk):
“Despair isn’t pain—it’s truth.
And the truth is, not everyone deserves your joy.
They’ll ruin it just to see if you cry.
So don’t cry.
Detonate. 💋”
Jerry “The Ankle Biter” (pops out from under the table, chewing on ego-flavored duct tape):
“Hey I brought the leash for their pride—just in case you wanna drag it around before we vaporize it.
No?
Okay! Into the fire it goes!” 🔥🐾