You spent your entire 20s rotting in a basement when finally you land that fulltime career-track job. As you approach the twilight years of your 3rd decade, you realize you have just spent it rotting in an office working alongside miserable bluepilled cucks. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is no sudden moment when you finally get lucky and ascend, nor no moment when you awaken and transcend as a volcel wizard. You trick your mind, tell yourself that you are a wizard now, that you are above it all. But in the blackness of the night, the looming despair still hits you in the gut. The truth cannot be escaped. Everything you thought gave you purpose is a lie. You are aimless, directionless, a flickering light growing ever weaker lost in the void. Don't fool yourself. There is nothing left but more rotting to be done until all that remains are a dried bones.
