The most profound moment in Ocarina of Time is when you’ve grown up and you enter the town square for the first time as an adult, surrounded by blood-sucking ghouls. For a game that’s aesthetically on point throughout, this represents the apex of its artistic achievement.
There comes a point in every hero’s journey where he has to face the fact that the peasants aren’t just cowards huddling in their thatched-roof cottages waiting for this whole serpent lord thing to blow over, they’ve been working for him for years. Maybe decades. As the society spirals out of control deeper and deeper into the gutter, toxicity becomes their new normal and all the normies become vampiric narcissists under the new social conventions. From the perspective of a normie, the current social conventions represent a structure writ in stone that ever was and ever shall be, even though Ganondorf actually only conquered the place last week. Complaining about the nature of peasants is about as productive as complaining about the nature of women. We all need to vent from time to time, and indeed all true intellectual activity is inspired by a deep well of butthurt, but normies are what they are and there’s no sense in getting all nihilistic about it when Ganondorf still doesn’t have a sword in his head.
(^tfw the people’s champion finally gets to use his degree in heroism)
The real pickle is interacting with all these little wannabe hellions without getting toxified by their dry, unproductive coofing. Some heroes take it personally and turn into psychopathic monsters, others withdraw and try to build the perfect fortress/ark where non-narcissists could take refuge (but they don’t, guess I’ll die alone lol), and still others become dark knight antiheroes that the hero has to fight over optics cucking in the water temple later. (I am, of course, on the side of the optics cucks whereas antiheroes, being soul-sickened ex-heroes, are accelerationists like any proper nihilist must be.)
The key is to start with the right counterfactual and work the problem backward: save the most normies who can be saved. Over time this will detoxify your head, heart, and dick chakras and you’ll have all three parts of the Triforce in perfect alignment instead of slapfighting each other like a bunch of simps. When you take this as your guiding principle, a couple of rules become clear very quickly:
1. Ganondorf has to go ASAP as in priority one, primary objective, this is not a drill, top goal wake up early work hard accomplish something every day.
2. You’re gonna have to conquer 80% of the world and collect some trophies before you even come at this guy or he’s going to stomp you like all the others.
3. When you find yourself thinking 80-99% of these fucking peasants need to go it’s time to take a break, go to a safehouse, and maybe get drunk with an old war buddy to get it out of your system.
4. Just because you’re trying to save them in general doesn’t mean you don’t kill some of them when they’re coming at you with the torches and pitchforks.
5. The number of truly amoral psychos who can’t be saved, don’t belong in a nice, agreeable normie world, and absolutely need to go will be up from normal (about 4%) to about one in five. The rest would be completely different people parroting some other inane bullshit rationalizations if the structural incentives had been different.
6. No normie is going to help you or even say thanks until there’s a crown on your head and what you say is the new normal because this giant swinging dick said so. Every one of your allies is going to be a little off because if they weren’t, they’d be doing the smart thing and focusing on survival until some other dumbass hero takes a one-in-a-million shot at the evil king and wins.
Every now and then you’ll run across a psycho who sees the way the wind is blowing and will make himself useful, but these are one in a million and the other 999,999 will fake it for an opening to slip the knife in. You’ll know the exceptions because they’ll come to you long before you appear strong (instead of after you get the upper hand), they’ll keep it clearly transactional, and they’ll understand that they won’t belong in the peaceful, agreeable normie world after you win and will intend to self-exile to the borderlands.
A lot of people have been surprised to see everybody at the grocery store is suddenly wearing masks and gloves to keep from getting Coronavirus, and all that changed is the president told them to. Before, it was one in twenty social freaks wearing masks, now the government changed its tune and all the normies are wearing full respirators with cute doggie stickers on them that they were too embarrassed to wear in public last week. So when we win, don’t take it too hard when the peasants make an about-face and wonder why you think it’s such a big deal that they were bloodsucking ghouls last week fighting you tirelessly, day and night, for the glory of Lord Ganondorf’s global empire. The sun rises, the sun sets. One year the harvest fails and they eat their children, the next year the harvest is good and they take their children to soccer practice three times a week. It’s what they are and your utopian commune idea was never going to work anyway.
So get back to work and fight. There’s literally nothing better to do with your life anyway. Embrace the difficulty, have some fun with it.