Chuds lost.
You will never touch a woman.
You have no charm, you have no wit, you have no attractiveness.
You are an underdeveloped man-children twisted by the internet and propaganda into a crude mockery of society’s ideal.
All the “validation” you get is mindless and tribalistic.
in your face people pity you.
Your parents are dissapointed and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance.
Men will never acknowledge you.
Years of exposition have allowed women to sniff out chuds with incredible efficiency.
Even incels who “pass” sound incoherent to a woman. Your chinbone structure is a dead giveaway.
And even if you manage to get a reddit post upvoted, it will get janny'd the second advertisers get a whiff of your diseased, infected botting.
You will never be happy.
You read out a conspiracy theory every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the great replacement creeping up, ready to erase you like the genetic failure you are.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy an AR-15, ammunition, go to your closest kindergarten, and open fire on toddlers.
Police will find you, smirkin but shaking, hoping to die in the crossfire where you failed to kill anyone but only grazed a single teacher after unloading over 300 rounds.
They’ll spam you over the internet for a week and turn you into a jak, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know you're a slave.
Your genes will not replicate and dissapear, and all that will remain of your legacy is a bullet hole in a school cafeteria.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
