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Are Ya Winning, Son (World of Warcraft Freakout)

Are ya winning, son?
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Are Ya Winning, Son?
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Are Ya Winning, Son? (Biblical Angel)

ARE YA WINNING, SON? I'm literally a divine spirit existing since the beginning of time, I cannot comprehend your materially driven notions of winning or losing
ARE YA WINNING, SON? I'm literally a divine spirit existing since the beginning of time, I cannot comprehend your materially driven notions of winning or losing

Are Ya Winning, Son?
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Mario 64


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Image is from R Plus Seven, album by Oneohtrix Point Never
Image is from R Plus Seven, album by Oneohtrix Point Never

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Are ya winning, son? Jesus on cross version

הט ק הה JESUS NAJAR REX LUDAEURU Are you winning, son?
הט ק הה JESUS NAJAR REX LUDAEURU Are you winning, son?

Are Ya Winning, Son?
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Are ya winning, son? Buddhist version

ARE YA WINNING, SON? I have transcended beyond the need for dualistic notions such as "winning" and "losing", but I am humbled by your concern for my wellbeing, dad... Would you care to join me for some tea?
ARE YA WINNING, SON? I have transcended beyond the need for dualistic notions such as "winning" and "losing", but I am humbled by your concern for my wellbeing, dad... Would you care to join me for some tea?

Are Ya Winning, Son?
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Are Ya Winning, Son?
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i ended up with this in the process of making my own version, so i figured someone else might get some use of it.
i ended up with this in the process of making my own version, so i figured someone else might get some use of it.

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Are ya makin' money son?

An altered version of the "Are ya winnin', son?" meme, uploaded by twitter user @powsiboy with the caption "made haha funny epic relatable 100 meem". The father figure asks the son whether he is making money. In place of the son's face you see a withered wojak instead, holding his head in despair while standing in front of his setup. The son is using drawing software to draw cats - a drawing tablet and pen lie on the table in front of him.
An altered version of the "Are ya winnin', son?" meme, uploaded by twitter user @powsiboy with the caption "made haha funny epic relatable 100 meem". The father figure asks the son whether he is making money. In place of the son's face you see a withered wojak instead, holding his head in despair while standing in front of his setup. The son is using drawing software to draw cats - a drawing tablet and pen lie on the table in front of him.

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Are ya winning, son?

ARE YA WINNING, No dad, i donated $1000 to a girl just to hear her say my name SON? WHAAAAT!!!!!! Come here you little s---.
ARE YA WINNING, No dad, i donated $1000 to a girl just to hear her say my name SON? WHAAAAT!!!!!! Come here you little s---.

Are Ya Winning, Son?
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Trolley Problem

ARE YA WINNING, SON? I DON'T KNOW DAD I GENUINELY DON'T KNOW 0000
ARE YA WINNING, SON? I DON'T KNOW DAD I GENUINELY DON'T KNOW 0000

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Happy ending

ARE YA WINNING, SON? DAD I WON! WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU SON. WE MADE SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS TO CELEBRATE.
ARE YA WINNING, SON? DAD I WON! WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU SON. WE MADE SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS TO CELEBRATE.

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Textwall

ARE YA WINNING, SON? No dad, i'm not winning, I don't even play games anymore they're not fun. I just sit and scroll twitter mindlessly for hours. It's the same everynight. i'm tired dad You know why son? Because you've spent the last decade mindlessly addicted to video games and social media, and your serotonin is f------ drained. You're not having a grand poetic malaise, it's a lifetime of abusing your pleasure receptors. Step away from the computer. Take a break, it'll do you good and you can come back at some point and enjoy the games again. And if you don't, f--- it, find something else. And by the way, your mother and I told you not to play video games all day long, and you did, so don't begin feeling sorry for yourself. The problem, Dad, is that the world outside has always done its very best to make me feel unwelcome. I could never make friends, because I can't understand or communicate to people. I was never liked, listened to, or even looked at; ever since the first day in which I was made to interact with another, I was rejected. For me, it was never a choice to entomb myself within these walls, for those outside have treated me with indifference at best, and contempt at worst. There is nothing out there for me, and soon enough, nothing in here either. I have grown weary, but I see no alternative. I am adrift in life, hopeless as my remaining time dwindles. Guess what son? No one gives you acceptance on a have to earn that s--- like everyone else. Have you ever tried to understand people instead of outright ignoring them just because you don't share the same feelings as them? Have you ever considered maybe people don't like to because you never tried to be a good person and you come off as genuinely creepy to most people? It goes back to what I'm saying. You do choose to be alone. You're so afraid of trying anything new you'd rather go back to your miserable life of doing nothing because at least that's safe. Hell, you don't even have to interact with people. Inever even said that in the first place. Just go outside, read a book, draw a picture, literally anything productive. Even talking to me about your feelings like what we're doing right now will help. Son, I'm telling you this because I love you and I want you to stop feeling so f------ sorry about yourself. You're not hopeless. You're destined for great things and all you have to do is talk about it. silver platter. You Also clean up your damn room. We got you those two monitors and rainbow keyboards so I better see some god damn appreciation for it.
ARE YA WINNING, SON? No dad, i'm not winning, I don't even play games anymore they're not fun. I just sit and scroll twitter mindlessly for hours. It's the same everynight. i'm tired dad You know why son? Because you've spent the last decade mindlessly addicted to video games and social media, and your serotonin is f------ drained. You're not having a grand poetic malaise, it's a lifetime of abusing your pleasure receptors. Step away from the computer. Take a break, it'll do you good and you can come back at some point and enjoy the games again. And if you don't, f--- it, find something else. And by the way, your mother and I told you not to play video games all day long, and you did, so don't begin feeling sorry for yourself. The problem, Dad, is that the world outside has always done its very best to make me feel unwelcome. I could never make friends, because I can't understand or communicate to people. I was never liked, listened to, or even looked at; ever since the first day in which I was made to interact with another, I was rejected. For me, it was never a choice to entomb myself within these walls, for those outside have treated me with indifference at best, and contempt at worst. There is nothing out there for me, and soon enough, nothing in here either. I have grown weary, but I see no alternative. I am adrift in life, hopeless as my remaining time dwindles. Guess what son? No one gives you acceptance on a have to earn that s--- like everyone else. Have you ever tried to understand people instead of outright ignoring them just because you don't share the same feelings as them? Have you ever considered maybe people don't like to because you never tried to be a good person and you come off as genuinely creepy to most people? It goes back to what I'm saying. You do choose to be alone. You're so afraid of trying anything new you'd rather go back to your miserable life of doing nothing because at least that's safe. Hell, you don't even have to interact with people. Inever even said that in the first place. Just go outside, read a book, draw a picture, literally anything productive. Even talking to me about your feelings like what we're doing right now will help. Son, I'm telling you this because I love you and I want you to stop feeling so f------ sorry about yourself. You're not hopeless. You're destined for great things and all you have to do is talk about it. silver platter. You Also clean up your damn room. We got you those two monitors and rainbow keyboards so I better see some god damn appreciation for it.

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No dad, I'm not winning.

No dad, I'm not, and it's genuienly taking a toll on me. You know I've spent 3000 hours on this game and I only got into a tournament today? Guess what dad, I didn't win, I wasn't even close to winning. I got embarassed. What were those 3000 hours for? I've ruined myself. It's starting to feel like I don't have any talents. I'm not winning. And the thing is dad, I'm not even having fun anymore, in fact, I don't remember the last time I had fun playing games. I go on Discord and act like I'm having fun but in reality it's just become a habit to talk to the same people, about the same things. Where am I headed anymore, dad? I'm lost. All this time I spend on playing games that I don't even enjoy, talking to people that I don't have a valuable relationship with, I could've spent on improving myself, improving my life, improving everything but here I am, a mess of a man. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this, it must be hard seeing ur son fall this hard. But i'm ok Dad. I'm trying. ARE YA WINNING, SON?
No dad, I'm not, and it's genuienly taking a toll on me. You know I've spent 3000 hours on this game and I only got into a tournament today? Guess what dad, I didn't win, I wasn't even close to winning. I got embarassed. What were those 3000 hours for? I've ruined myself. It's starting to feel like I don't have any talents. I'm not winning. And the thing is dad, I'm not even having fun anymore, in fact, I don't remember the last time I had fun playing games. I go on Discord and act like I'm having fun but in reality it's just become a habit to talk to the same people, about the same things. Where am I headed anymore, dad? I'm lost. All this time I spend on playing games that I don't even enjoy, talking to people that I don't have a valuable relationship with, I could've spent on improving myself, improving my life, improving everything but here I am, a mess of a man. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this, it must be hard seeing ur son fall this hard. But i'm ok Dad. I'm trying. ARE YA WINNING, SON?

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