Mark stood before the roaring flames, a torch in his hand, his face illuminated by the heat of the massive bonfire. The crowd cheered, chanting his name. Tonight, the world was united against the lowest of the low—the incels. These miserable creatures, lower than dogs on the societal ladder, had long caused disruption with their awkwardness, self-pity, and refusal to contribute to humanity’s future. Birth rates were declining, and Mark knew why. It was time to fix the problem.

"These incels," Mark declared to the roaring crowd, "are parasites. They sulk, they wallow, and they are killing the future of our great world. There are no children because these miserable excuses for men refuse to rise up! Well, tonight, they will rise—but only in flames."

Across every city, every town, every village, people had risen up at Mark's command. Incels were dragged from their dingy homes, their awkward protests drowned out by the jeering laughter of women and the enraged shouts of men. They were marched to the center of every town square, where massive bonfires had been prepared.

Mark watched as the first group of incels was thrown into the fire, their terrified screams drowned by the cheers of the crowd. "The world is cleansing itself," Mark whispered with a grin. "Finally, they will burn for their sins against society."