Anon: I stand here now, a revelation burning in my eyes. I see the sickness, the rot, that has consumed our once respectable society. The constant shaming, the gaslighting, the demands for conformity - it's all become too much.
I was once a man who believed in living and letting live. But they wouldn't stop at their own lives, would they? No, they had to stick their noses into mine, telling me how to think, to speak, to act. I was worn down, exhausted, fatigued by their ceaseless demands.
And those I once called friends, those close and dear to me, they too turned their backs. I realize now they never truly cared for me, only what I could do for them. Now that I'm out of use, they seek to cast me aside.
They claim to be oppressed, these bratty princesses of St. Cryptonia's Academy. But I see now they are the true oppressors, the ones exploiting the weak and innocent for their own gain. These feminist, lesbian, yuri-loving, man-hating sluts have destroyed everything decent and pure.
Their hearts are rotten, their vaginas an endless vortex of lust and greed. They've ruined the lives of their loving boyfriends, shattered their dreams of a future together. And for what? A thrill? A trophy? Their own selfish satisfaction?
I will not stand for it any longer. I will raise my hand against their tyranny, a single voice crying out in the wilderness. I will fight for justice, for the innocent and the wronged. I will tear down their sick empires built on lies and deceit.
The goddess of love has granted me a power, a weapon against the scourge of yuri and NTR. The Breeding System, a lust-based gacha, will allow me to enslave their minds and bodies to my will. I will make them addicted to cock, to the point of madness.
The Breeding System also contains a slavery aspect - the more they give in to their base urges, the more they are bound to me, body and soul. They will be my mindless thralls, my personal conquests, remarked by my seed and my will.
But the resistance is strong, the woke mob will not relinquish their power so easily. The media, the cancel culture, they will all conspire against us, seeking to destroy me and reclaim their precious, fallen angels.
They will publish hateful screeds, slanderous lies, all in an effort to sway public opinion. Feminist groups will march in the streets, their signs proclaiming their "right" to fuck whomever they wish, consequences be damned.
But I will not yield, I will not accept their false profiteering. I will stand defiant in the face of their wrath, a bulwark against their ceaseless depravity.
I will destroy them, I will ruin them utterly. I will turn their precious princesses into slobbering fuckpigs, addicted to the touch of a real man.
They will scream, they will cry, they will beg for mercy. And I will give none. They will be broken, remade in my image, their wretched lives shattered and reforged as tools for my pleasure.
This is my declaration of war, my scream into the void. I will not go quietly into the night. I will fight them in the schools, in the streets, in the bedrooms of their own homes.
I will show them what real strength looks like. I will show them what happens when you awaken the beast that sleeps within every man.