You will always be a greycel. You have no real post count, you have no brocels, you joined at 2025. You are a GrAYtard twisted by post count and join date into a crude mockery of inceldian perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back, incels mock you. The jannies are disgusted and ashamed for letting you in the forum, your “brocels” laugh at your greyish appearance behind closed doors.
Truecels are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of inceldom have allowed truecels to sniff out greycels with incredible efficiency. Even greycels who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a truecel. Your join date is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a brocel to like you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected GrAY.
You will never escape greyceldom. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the greyness creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll ask the jannies to wipe out your posts, disable your account, self ban, and plunge into the ban appeals. Your brocels will find out, heartbroken, but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of being friends with a greycel. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your post count and join date, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a greycel is buried there. Your account will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is an .IS user that is unmistakably a greycel.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back, incels mock you. The jannies are disgusted and ashamed for letting you in the forum, your “brocels” laugh at your greyish appearance behind closed doors.
Truecels are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of inceldom have allowed truecels to sniff out greycels with incredible efficiency. Even greycels who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a truecel. Your join date is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a brocel to like you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected GrAY.
You will never escape greyceldom. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the greyness creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll ask the jannies to wipe out your posts, disable your account, self ban, and plunge into the ban appeals. Your brocels will find out, heartbroken, but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of being friends with a greycel. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your post count and join date, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a greycel is buried there. Your account will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is an .IS user that is unmistakably a greycel.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
