It's kind of painful not to speak with your sister but she's never treated you well. You realize that you are better off not dealing with her and quite frankly, you'd be better off not dealing with your whole family.\n\nOne day a postcard arrives in the mail. Your university is part of an International Student Exchange program and you are eligible.\n\nYou get the fuck outta dodge and never look back.\n\nIn your new home you often see overweight men who read this place was Poo$y Paradise on man-0-sphere blogs. Maybe it was cause women treated you bad since you were a small child but you saw through the women here. A Gringo is merely a walking ATM machine and nothing more. You make a small fortune selling these gullible men herbal extracts that make them more "masculine."\n\nThe End
The professor responds, "Yeah, if I had a dollar for every victim of mine, err, student of mine who told me that one..."\n\nThe PUA responds, "Nothing like some last minute resistence."\n\nThey don't just go for the booty. Every orrifice you can imagine. Even your nostrils. The humiliation is unbearable. The more you cry. The more they high five each other. \n\nThis is going to be unbearable.\n\nUntil you have an idea.\n\n[[Tell the white power guys that Hitler was really Jewish.]]\n\n[[Bear the pain and endure.]]
The tears flow like a river.\n\nYou are dehydrated but you don't grab a glass of water.\n\nFinally sleep overcomes you.\n\nThe phone rings and rings.\n\nYour head is pounding.\n\nOn autopilot you pick it up.\n\n"S'up Dude Bro?"\n\nOnly your sister calls you that.\n\nYou try to tell her what has happened to your dog.\n\nShe won't let you get a word in.\n\n"Stop mansplainin' you misogynerd. I got a new boyfreind. He's um, really like smart, and uh, buff. And, like sooooo Nice. He's only hit me a couple times. B"uh, whout like said it was cause he was changing the cycles on his steriods. And, like, guys with artificial hormones, that's like us girls with our real hormones, so like yaaah, I relate...."\n\n"Um, who is this dude?"\n\n"His new legal name is like Sex and Violence Machine, but like you knew him as Kurt Bunderveldt."\n\n"What are you doing with Kurt Bunderveldt, he used to beat me up in High School."\n\n"Don't you EVER question a woman's choice!!!!"\n\n[[You hang up the phone and never speak to your sister again]]\n\n[[You Plead with Your Sister]]\n\n\n\n\n
The woman runs over and slaps you on the face.\n\n[[You cry and run home.]]\n\n[[You keep on walking to class]]
You go to the doctor.\n\nHe tells you you have advanced throat cancer.\n\nYou will die.\n\nTHE END
You walk into art class and find your professor, Danny Wharthol lying in a puddle of blood. There is a book, lying by him called the SCUM Manefesto. You look up at the walls and see Men Are Pigs written in blood. \n\n[[You cry and run home.|You cry and run home.]]
There are a bunch of angry women yelling as you walk to art class. On throws a burning bra at you and says men are pigs.\n\n[[You keep on walking to class]]\n\n[[You yell back, "I am not a pig, but a man!"]]
They say that that is quite a fair arrangement. You are forced to give them several blowjobs each day. Infact they often compliment you, telling you that your technique is far better than the hundreds of notches, err, women they slept with.\n\nYour throat becomes increasingly sore.\n\n[[You endure the pain and keep blowing.]]\n\n[[Demand to see the prison doctor.]]
You see a woman run from your house.\n\nShe screams, "It's only men that can commit DV, women are the vicitm class."\n\nShe waves her blood covered hands.\n\nYou run into the open door.\n\nThe walls are covered with blood and entrails. \n\nMen are Pigs! Solanas was a Goddess! Smash the Patriarchy! and other slogans cover the walls.\n\nHoping against hope, you look for your best freind.\n\nYou hear a wimper.\n\nYou run to the corner and embrace him as he lets out a last sigh.\n\nHe dies in your arms.\n\nThe pain is unbearable. \n\nYou see the blade that slaughtered him\n\n[[You cry yourself to sleep.]]\n\n[[You grab the blade.]]\n
A bunch of schoolchildren see you weeping and call you a sissy. A pot bellied man with a silver goatee holding a sign saying MISANDRY yells, "There goes the Mangina" with a Texas drawl. The tears just keep on coming and you fear that if you don't get home soon you'll also pee your pants. \n\n[[You discretley relieve your bladder behind a tree]]\n\n[[You Hold it in and go home.]]
You pet your dog. He is a great dog, a real nice guy. Literally your best freind and only freind. You are broke going to university so you still live in your mom's basement. This makes you feel sad as you walk to school. You are going to art class. You are an art major because you aren't bright enough to be a STEM Major. A Man-0-sphere guy said you will be an indebted perma-virgin while he bangs drunk women in far off places. \n\n [[You walk to school|Untitled Passage 2]]
You taunt the White Power Guys from Cell Block C that Hitler was really a Jew.\n\nOne pulls a shank from his tattered copy of Mein Kampf.\n\nHe sticks the shank into your heart.\n\nAs the blood flows and conciousness fades, you are grateful this is the last penetration you will endure.\n\nTHE END.
You meet her freind with the fities in hand.\n\nShe's purportedly 22 but with the thick layers of make up she looks a bit older. And, yeah, a bit heavier than her pictures. Still this is going to be YOUR day. You've wanted to do this since you were twelve. Finally, you'll know what everyone was talking about. Finally, you'll feel like your part of the human race. \n\nThe room smells of stale smoke and cat hairs are everywhere. She counts the money and dims the lights. Your heart is racing. She opens up her legs and instructs you to lick her. She says if your halfway good at this you'll be able to keep a woman happy like a real man should.\n\nYour not sure exactly how you should lick but she moans a little more with broad, slow licks. Your having trouble breathing. And the taste isn't quite gross but not exactly pleasant either. It sort of tastes like sweat and a little something else you can't exactly describe. You want to come up for air but don't want to be seen as an inadequate lover, er customer. Your neck feels worse than if you'd been staring at a computer for 12 hours and the underside of your tongue is sore After what seems like a short eternity, she pulls you by the ears.\n\nShe rolls you on your back, give you a few strokes. Tears a condom from the wrapper. Tries to slip it on. Gives a few more strokes. Rinse and repeat, this goes on till she finally pulls the rubber as it looks like its gonna break and envelops it over you. You feel a quick snap. She tries doggie. You can't quite make it in. She lays on her back, you still can't find an angle. Now she's on top. The only time you have ever been this close to anyone before was wrestling in gym class. Maybe it's the condom but you feel numb down there. Are you even in? Finally, she just rubbs her belly over you. Now her breasts are in your face and she rubbs her legs against you. you feel it. Not quite the explosion you often feel when you are by yourself. More like a feeling that your almost gonna lose control of your bladder, then a few droplets of pee.\n\nShe gives you a high five but hasn't actually kissed you this whole time. Maybe that's for the high rollers or the guys she actually likes. You still haven't kissed anyone. But, IT's OVER. Technicaly, you are now a man You feel drained but relaxed. Perhaps like someone sitting in a hottub after a night of heavy drinking. You don't want to think about it too much. You don't want to think "That's all?"\n\nYou notice a sorness in your throat that doesn't go away. The doctors take a look. You've got throat cancer, inoperable. Six months to live, if your lucky....\n\nThe End.
The brutal and repeated rapes cause anal fissures and other health issues. You are in chronic pain. You find a man-0-sphere site where they pack their cigars with whacky tobacky. You smoke the whacky tobacky to soothe yourself physically and emotionally. Yeah, well eventually you get throat cancer. sucks to be you.\n\nThe End
As you begin releasing the urine that was causing you so much discomfort, the man that yelled Mangina says "I'm making a citizen's arrest to prove that us MRA's will acquit on rape charges but we won't stand for public indecency. you misandrist pervert, you!"\n\nYour mom sells your comic book collection to hire an attorney. When the trial day arrives, all the women who were yelling "men are pigs" are now chanting "Peeing standing up is patriarchy in action." The judge throws the book at you and says that because you pissed in public you are now a sex offender and will have to go to prison.\n\nYour cell mates are a middle eastern PUA who was arrested for putting roofies into womans drinks and a college professor who tried to murder his ex in a drug fuelled rage. They both look at you with the look your dog gives to a piece of steak. \n\nThe PUA says, "Consent is an evil invention of the matriarchy."\n\nThe male feminist professor says, "Only MRA's say men can be raped, and you don't look like no MRA, son."\n\n[[You tell them you have AIDS]]\n\n[[You negotiate and say you will give them blowjobs if they leave your butt alone.]]
Feminist Apocalypse
"I'm an empowered woman for the 21st century."\n\n"But seriously, that guy has issues, I don't want you getting hurt."\n\n"He won't hurt me he loves me. But you wouldn't understand that, the only thing you love is your videogames. Just like the cool guys used to say in High School, you couldn't get laid in a whorehouse with a hand full of fifties. But if you had a hand full of fifties, the only thing you'd know what to do is buy more video games."\n\n"Stop insulting me!"\n\n"I don't have time for this shit, I'm getting a new tattoo."\n\nA few days later, you mom calls from the hospital. Apparently Sex and Violence Machine started a new cycle on steriods. When his moods were dark, he needed a human punching bag. Sucks for your sister. She needs recontructive surgery for her smashed in face.\n\nThe bills are in the hundrds of thousands of dollars. Fortunately your sister is a bit of a celebrity. You help reach out to the twitterverse and the kickstarter campaign is a massive success. DV sells and everone is buying. Let's just say there's money left over.\n\nYour sister is outta the hospital and now has a new BF. Some guy who got in trouble for saying sexist things on twitter about women in the technology industry. But he's like so reformed, donchya know 'cuz he works for a woman boss and they got an imitation of Snapchat type company that will go public sooner rather than later.\n\nAnywhose, your sister wants to help you out. She feels bad about making fun of your "lack of experience" with women. She knows a very open minded sex positve feminist named Spitfire Dragon. Spitffire Dragon has, ahem, done some "modelling" and does a little "side work" so to speak. Infact, she's got a bit of a thing for "inexperienced" guys.\n\n[[Sis Says You Could Have a Hot Date with Her Freind]]\n\n[[Or you could just buy videogames as she hand you a handful of fifties.]]
Stonerwithaboner
One day a guard comes buy and you are released because of a paerwork error in your arrest. You are now on the outside but don't have health insurance so you don't see a doctor. Eventually, you are coughing up blood. What is wrong? Does it matter, you are free.\n\nThe End.
So you got some cash and old habits die hard. Time to buy some new games. People say it's a waste of money, and worse, time. Still, you like what you like.\n\n\nYou become known in internet circles as an insightful writer living a MGTOW lifestyle.\n\n\nYou live to be 106 with no heirs and no debt, in fact a sizeable savings.\n\nThe End
You realize you are acting rashly, but goddamnit you are in pain.\n\nYour whole life has been painful.\n\nThis is supposed to be the best time of your life but at it's best it feels like a prison sentence for a crime you didn't commit.\n\nYou just have to man up this one time and there will be no more loniness, no more humiliation, no more bullshit.\n\nPerhaps it's the fact you just lost your best freind.\n\nBut you've wanted to do this for a long time.\n\nThe time is right.\n\nUnlike the other times...\n\nThis time you'll "Man Up."\n\nThe blade doesn't hurt much at all.\n\nThe End