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Girls, young and old, stood in the front, mocking the incels as they were consumed by the flames. "Burn, you failures!" they laughed, their taunts cruel. When the fires died down, the celebration continued. The girls, free of the incel plague, turned to the men who remained—strong, confident, with a darker complexion and a reputation for "exceptional" skills. The incels were no more, and the future of human reproduction was safe once again.
As the final incel was reduced to ashes, Mark turned to the cameras that broadcasted his speech to the world. "The future belongs to the strong," he declared. "And we have rid ourselves of the weak." The girls, their laughter still echoing in the night, disappeared into the arms of their chosen lovers, ready to ensure the future generations would be stronger, bolder, and more… satisfying.
Mark, The Purifier of Evolution, stood back, satisfied. The world had just taken another giant leap forward, and the fire of change would never be extinguished.
