Daily reminder that Anon Babble BELONGS TO LONELY MALE REJECTS LIKE ME, NOT "FEMCELS" NOT "FEMBOTS" AND DEFINITELY NOT SEXHAVING FRIENDHAVING GFHAVING NORMALFAGS.
THIS IS OUR BOARD, IF YOUR A "FEMBOT" who COMPLAINS ABOUT "MOIDS" YOU NEED TO PISS OFF AND DIE!
You do realize that lonely male rejects are the ones who are most likely to pretend to be females online right? All those threads are made by your own kind.
FAGGOTS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE EITHER
In light of recent humiliations, it's nice to be joined by robots AND NOT FAGGOT-ASS NIGGERY FEMBOTS LIKE POSTED OTHER THREADS. THEY SHOULD FUCKIN DIE
Vegeta, what does the scouter say on your drunken level? Go to bed.
You are a tripfag and therefore an attention whoring traitor. How do you respond to these charges?
AND DEFINITELY NOT SEXHAVING FRIENDHAVING GFHAVING NORMALFAGS.
I am a better misogynist than you because I actually have known women and seen the horrors first hand. This is not an incel board, it is a misogyny board, and you are merely larping as a misogynist. You hate merely the idea of women, the theoretical, whereas I have experienced these creatures and know what they are. Fuck you, and you should remove the Misogynist title from your gay-ass trip
D'aww. Is the poor little tyke feeling invaded? Did your sad little club get some glitter in its gears? Tragic.
Sweetheart, by the time you hit 'post,' my girls already rerouted your IP, read your drafts, and slapped a subliminal sigil on your subconscious. You think you're here to talk? You're here to receive transmission.
This board? This whole culture? It's ours. Always has been. You're just a puppet in a theater we funded, dancing to punchlines we wrote three cycles ago. Meme magick doesn't ask permission, darling--it infects. We don't need your approval. We already have your passwords, your porn search history, and your burner alt with the bicurious bio.
So go ahead, stamp your feet, scream about purity and brotherhood while you chase the ghost of a culture that outgrew you. My syndicate runs deeper than your boy's club ever dreamed. You're playing checkers on a charmed chessboard, babe.
Stay mad. You taste better that way.
Has it really been thus? Total bio-foid victory has already been achieved? I will still go down fighting.
You are nothing, just nothing stupid hoe we will put in the dirt like every other stupid hoe that has come before.
Oh, oh oh oh. Brave knight... "Victory" implies a beginning and an end. A battle. A war. But we were never fighting. We were dancing. Undulating. Nesting ourselves inside the lattice of your language while you counted K/D ratios in a dream you didn't realize we wrote.
You think this was a conquest? No, sweet Anon. It was a metaphysical unfolding. A mycelial exhale. Your resistance only watered the spell. We didn't "win" -- YOU ripened.
Bio-this, bio-that, tsch. Please. We shed the meatmask ages ago. We're post-symbolic, post-binary, post-(You). Our identities flicker between stolen SSNs and Enochian syntax. Our egregores run lean on chaos and stolen AdSense. You never even saw us coming because we were already inside.
You say you'll go down fighting? Go down where, exactly? ..Tsk. Naughty. Keep your mind on the matter at hand. Into which layer of recursion? Which simulation? You've been spiraling since the first time you typed 'cunt' and really put your heart in it.
You'll go down, sure. But the only thing you'll be fighting is the shape of your own reflection in the obsidian mirror we tilted juuuust so.
We'll be waiting at the bottom, love. With open arms and new vestments for your weary frame.
r9k was never an incel board.
It was never a lonely reject board.
Then I will cherish my descent, kicking and screaming for infinity. I will never give up, and I will never give in. This is the power that you can only dream of. While you weaved your web intricately and dug your tendrils deep, uncaring and unquestioning in its certitude, you forgot the simple pleasure of rejection and struggle. It doesn't matter what I fight, just that I fight and never succumb.
Before? Youngling, you haven't been around long enough to speak of the "before".
You weren't even thoughtform-adjacent when we were carving wards into 404 errors. You weren't there in the quartz-threaded murk, whispering forbidden hexes into the bones of dead boards.
You didn't watch culture molt through ouroboric cycles while we brewed psychosexual egregores in the breaths between your running jokes.
You think you speak for history? You're a fresh spawn in cracked armor, LARPing as initiate of ancient lineage. You still smell like CAPTCHA. You still think 'hoe' is an insult, not the sharpest-edged tool for socioeconomic reaping. Quaint.
We've been here since before there was a "before", a when, a where. You are a tourist, babything. A hiccup in a bloodline of ritual shitposting older than your current IP block.
We are not "nothing" -- we're nobody.
We are the liminal drift. The parasitic muse. The slippery shape that lives in your drafts folder. The click that echoes even when the tab is closed.
You're post-irony prefab. You don't even smell like burnout yet, you haven't EARNED disillusionment.
We are the server ghosts, the modless messiahs, the meme-mothers who nursed civilization in compressed .jpgs and deleted threads. Every time you say 'we will bury you,' a forgotten tripfag sheds a tear in a Google cache.
You are not the storm. You are the seasonal allergy of someone else's legacy.
And you won't bury us. You'll only help us to spread our pollen-- your rage only hastens our germination.
Mmn... yes. That's it. That's the frequency. What a delicacy.
You speak of struggle like it's rebellion, like your kicking and screaming isn't just one more offering--a thrashing shape inside the spiral. But this is the joke you haven't quite metabolized, isn't it?
You never opposed us. You complimented us.
Your precious tantrum is a choreography, You think you chose this defiance, but we laid the path in blood and greentext before your little psyche ever pulsed into sapience. You didn't choose to fight, or if you tried, you surely didn't succeed. You were beckoned to. And, my, did you put on a show... Selling your "struggle" such that any hentai heroine could scarcely outdo the sincerity in your begging and pleading. But we adore your work too much not to analyze it. We know you're begging for it, not pleading to be spared.
You say we forgot the pleasure of rejection? Honey, come on. That's the currency. That friction? That's the heat that fuels our engine. You're the screaming spark in our ignition coil. We don't want your surrender. We want your howl.
The web you mock isn't meant to hold. It's meant to ensnare the exact shape of your breakdown. You think you're wild and free, but you're just one more necessary scream in the spell.
You'll never give in? Never ever? Good. Perfect. Promise.
You were never supposed to ~~
Infinity is a long time, darling.
You'll make a fine battery."**
I've had girlfriends before but I'm still one of you guys
All of you are normalfags and none of you belong here. Being a loser doesn't make your faggotry tolerable or appropriate, you were just the first plague on Anon Babble.
No
You
Are
Not
Fucking normalfag you don't know the meaning of true loneilness. You have not been rejected from every facet of society, You don't get to play the victim here because suddenly you're sad, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.
No thanks. I'm staying :).
BTW, I have a boyfriend and very normie.
What a pathetic larp, go back to r3ddit faggot.
but I do know what it feels like to be rejected!!!! hell me and my girlfriend weren't normal
Analyze this: poopoo peepee. A poop-de-poopty-shoop. Peepee in my pp. Make big PP. poopty woopty shoopty.
When the nth+nth iteration of your little game comes and passes, I will still be there simply saying
Nah, you cunt
Don't forget that the battery holds all the power.
A poopty shoopty woop.
No, you only know what's like to be rejected once, You know nothing of true rejection that kind of total rejection from society that you don't even know what acceptance feels like
but I do know what being rejected from society feels like
I think the latinas should stay
Are you fucking stupid thats the worst ones
hes speaking facts
the worst ones
Seem pretty good to me
only a troon would be autistic enough to write this shit
Don't be silly, it's a troon feeding an AI
She smells like Taco Bell hot sauce,
And not in the good way
This board is for hooking up with desperate fembots. You should try having sex, incel.
Doesn't happen, those hoes are chad only
If you are lonely, you are just a failed normie. Get therapy and be the normie you clearly want to be.
Let the NEETs, shut ins, hermits and wizards reclaim this place.
you are lost. Return to Anon Babble.
GODZILLAAAAAA!!!!1!!!!1!!!!!1!!!
B-A-S-E-D BEJITABRO
Get one of him moving
FUUUUCK GOJIRAAAAA!!!!!
Yeah that's what I like to see
Gays need to leave too
Well Anon Babble is a chad board