This piece of writing is our sacred text. It's magnificient, just like Supreme Gentleman itself. It's invaluable to us incels, perfect document of lifelong suffering and humiliation. My favorite part is when he describes his last effort to go out and lose virginity. He gets drunk and goes to this wild party on Del Playa, insults some people, then goes outside on this 10 foot ledge. He sits there and pretends he shoots people who are dancing and partying below him. Then some Chads and Stacies go to this ledge where he was sitting, and Elliot, fueled with rage, insults them and tries to push those girls from 10 foot ledge. Instead, Chads push him and break his leg. He falls down, but he figures out that someone stole Gucci sunglases that his mom bought for him. He goes back to the party and Chads grab him, take him outside and beat the shit out of him, calling him "faggot" and "pussy".
This part is especially painful:
It was the first time in my life that I had been truly beaten up physically to the point where my face was bruised up. I had suffered a lot of bullying in my life, but most of it wasn’t physical. I had never been beaten and humiliated that badly. Everyone in Isla Vista saw what happened, and it was truly horrific.
The worst part of this whole ordeal was not getting beaten up, oh no. It was the fact that no one showed any concern. There was only one group who helped me to the end of Del Playa, but after that they abandoned me. Not one girl offered to help me as I stumbled home with a broken leg, beaten and bloody. If girls had been attracted to me, they would have offered to walk me to my room and take care of me. They would have even offered to sleep with me to make me feel better. But no, not one girl showed an ounce of concern for me. They didn’t care. No one cared about me. I was all alone.
Rest in peace Sweet Prince, you were tortured enough in this world of loneliness and rejection.
This part is especially painful:
It was the first time in my life that I had been truly beaten up physically to the point where my face was bruised up. I had suffered a lot of bullying in my life, but most of it wasn’t physical. I had never been beaten and humiliated that badly. Everyone in Isla Vista saw what happened, and it was truly horrific.
The worst part of this whole ordeal was not getting beaten up, oh no. It was the fact that no one showed any concern. There was only one group who helped me to the end of Del Playa, but after that they abandoned me. Not one girl offered to help me as I stumbled home with a broken leg, beaten and bloody. If girls had been attracted to me, they would have offered to walk me to my room and take care of me. They would have even offered to sleep with me to make me feel better. But no, not one girl showed an ounce of concern for me. They didn’t care. No one cared about me. I was all alone.
Rest in peace Sweet Prince, you were tortured enough in this world of loneliness and rejection.
