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Me with my Gardevoir
>Be me
>Fat, kissless, hugless virgin
>Be 34 years old
>No job
>No GF
>Living in my parents' basement, wallowing in darkness and my own filth
>Do nothing all day but beat off to Gardevoir rule 34 and stare at my Gardevoir in Amie
>Diet consists of nothing but cupcakes, I eat them so I can feel closer to Gardevoir
>Room smells of piss and manure
>Haven't showered in months
>Mom and dad walk in and turn the lights on
>I hiss as the room is filled with light, burning my pasty skin
>They came in just in time to catch me cumming on one of my many Gardevoir figurines
>Start yelling at me
>Dad is fuming with anger and mom is crying
>Dad starts ripping my Gardevoir posters off the walls and tearing apart my Gardevoir plushies
>I screech in despair and try to stop him once he gets to the body pillow
>Throw myself at him and violently slash at his face with my overgrown nails
>He hooks me in the chin
>I fly across the room and crash against a wall
>He towers above me, anger in his eyes, and lifts his leg
>Stomps at my face
>I close my eyes and brace for impact
>Nothing
>I hesitantly open my eyes
