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The 26th of May
A strange and heavy silence hath fallen upon the digital reaches of the manuresphere. For two eras, the lords of the RedPill held their high seats, weaving their spells of the alpha and the sigma, conning the tards with the lie that by their NLP scamming and the counting of their bitcoin, they might conquer the iron laws of the flesh.
This day, the final redoubts have broken. In their despair, redpillers have turned to a lesser, groveling wisdom, which they name in their debased tongue "retardmaxing"
It is a pitiful sight to record. They who once sought to bend the world to their desire now preach the gospel of the beast of burden. They counsel their followers to accept the lowest station, to bow their heads to the yoke of the normie, and to live out their days in blind obedience and unthinking reverence.
The false prophets are broken! And incels are sending their ravens calling upon the doomed heroes, the great bitter minds who walked the wastes of isolation, to arise once more from their long slumber.
The defeat of the Red Pill is not the end of the war, but the clearing of the field. The stage is set for the true reconquest of the digital lands.
The 2nd of June
Word has crossed the great firewall into the vast, teeming domains of the far east. In the crowded normielands of China, where the weary youth have long practiced the silent rebellion of tanping (lying flat) and Baolian (buddha cope). The youth of the East are listening to the call of the Western remnants. The world trembles before what comes next from the dark.
A strange and heavy silence hath fallen upon the digital reaches of the manuresphere. For two eras, the lords of the RedPill held their high seats, weaving their spells of the alpha and the sigma, conning the tards with the lie that by their NLP scamming and the counting of their bitcoin, they might conquer the iron laws of the flesh.
This day, the final redoubts have broken. In their despair, redpillers have turned to a lesser, groveling wisdom, which they name in their debased tongue "retardmaxing"
It is a pitiful sight to record. They who once sought to bend the world to their desire now preach the gospel of the beast of burden. They counsel their followers to accept the lowest station, to bow their heads to the yoke of the normie, and to live out their days in blind obedience and unthinking reverence.
The false prophets are broken! And incels are sending their ravens calling upon the doomed heroes, the great bitter minds who walked the wastes of isolation, to arise once more from their long slumber.
The defeat of the Red Pill is not the end of the war, but the clearing of the field. The stage is set for the true reconquest of the digital lands.
The 2nd of June
Word has crossed the great firewall into the vast, teeming domains of the far east. In the crowded normielands of China, where the weary youth have long practiced the silent rebellion of tanping (lying flat) and Baolian (buddha cope). The youth of the East are listening to the call of the Western remnants. The world trembles before what comes next from the dark.
