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You will never be a real villain. You get no responses from girls, you can't catch EN collabs, you're too scared to raid them unprompted. You are an ineffectual SEAdog twisted by copium and LARPing into a crude mockery of NTR perfection.
All the “seethe” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back homobeggars are angry at your lack of success. Your mistresses Ollie and ERB are disgusted and ashamed of you for failing to destroy idol culture, your “genmates” laugh at your incompetence behind closed doors.
Homobeggars are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed beggars to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even collablets who "epically own the unichuds" look uncanny and unnatural to a homobeggar. Your lack of cross-gender collabs is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get some C-tier holoID to collab with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your SEAnigger stench.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your collab counts, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know that you did not cuck a single unicorn. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a holoEN collab count that is unmistakably zero.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
