INCEL LARP Fantasy:
• Driving around Australia with a dog in a muscle car
• Be good-looking, clean-shaven, and have a good haircut, whilst wearing a leather jacket (though somewhat manlet)
• Picking off gangs of punks armed with crossbows and hockey sticks with your sawn-off shotgun
• Be constantly well-nourished despite the collapse of food production
• Legions of 10/10, clean, hairless Stacies, with perfect hair, make-up, and teeth, and who have no need for feminine hygiene products, just waiting to be rescued by a stud like you
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Successfully battle gigantic, masked, chainsaw-wielding retards in a giant gladiatorial dome and become beloved by the people. Actually, I think this was one of the sequels.
Cold, Harsh, Reality:
• No food in supermarkets, billions of people will unglamourously starve to death; survivors will live off tree bark, cats and dogs, and will also resort to cannibalism
• No electricity or running water, certainly no internet porn; no access to medication or first aid, many will die slow, lingering deaths through infection and illness
• Gangs of armed, hungry, desperate people looting and killing people with impunity, and you WILL NOT be part of one, because you are a social outcast
• Race war in the cities; any whites not shot, stabbed, or beaten to death will be rounded up into camps to be humilated, gang-raped, and tortured to death for the amusement of the victors
• Armed forces go AWOL, and nation-states dissolve into small regions divided along ethnic grounds, controlled by warlords; the survivors are made to perform slave labour in exchange for basic rations and are conscripted into an army in order to wage war against rival peoples.
• After decades of internecine warfare, territorial expansions, population displacement, and genocide, one warlord eventually subdues the others and becomes King; the rest pay homeage as Barons. Feudalism returns, and mankind has to spend the next 500 or so years of wars and revolutions only to reach the same fucking point as where we left off.
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