GreaseCel
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On May 23rd, 2014, Saint Elliot embarked on his great justice and crusade. Which, after less than half an hour of its beginning, resulted in his death. Saint Elliot was born on July 24th, 1991. It was almost exactly two months before his 23rd birthday.
Here I am, 22 years old and almost exactly two months from my 23rd birthday, just about the time our Saint left his rippling, powerful mark upon the world. I have had such a similar life to Elliot. The only real difference being that I escortceled twice, which he never did because he was heavily autistic. But we both have suffered the same terrible fate on a daily basis.
It is irrelevant to me that he was a spoiled child given everything, while I've had to work for all I've had. Because as we all know, there are only two things in this world that actually matter at the end of the day, for all people to obtain real happiness, regardless of gender:
SEX AND RELATIONSHIPS
We all suffer the same fate. Not 6 feet tall? Better be a 7/10 face minimum. Below 5'7? It's fucking over buddy. A little autistic? You're fucked. How does your face look when compared to chad's? Like shit, oh... Chadlites? Damn, this is brutal... High tier normies at least? No? You're fucked. I'm fucked. We're all fucked.
Oh, Saint Elliot, blessed be the in thy holy chamber, bathed in healing light, what ought I do at this crucial time... Things are so out of hand. What would his reverence think about the world as it has become in just these five years. 2020 is almost here. Are we really prepared for what we are about to see. It's not going to be good.
It's over
Goodnight
Here I am, 22 years old and almost exactly two months from my 23rd birthday, just about the time our Saint left his rippling, powerful mark upon the world. I have had such a similar life to Elliot. The only real difference being that I escortceled twice, which he never did because he was heavily autistic. But we both have suffered the same terrible fate on a daily basis.
It is irrelevant to me that he was a spoiled child given everything, while I've had to work for all I've had. Because as we all know, there are only two things in this world that actually matter at the end of the day, for all people to obtain real happiness, regardless of gender:
SEX AND RELATIONSHIPS
We all suffer the same fate. Not 6 feet tall? Better be a 7/10 face minimum. Below 5'7? It's fucking over buddy. A little autistic? You're fucked. How does your face look when compared to chad's? Like shit, oh... Chadlites? Damn, this is brutal... High tier normies at least? No? You're fucked. I'm fucked. We're all fucked.
Oh, Saint Elliot, blessed be the in thy holy chamber, bathed in healing light, what ought I do at this crucial time... Things are so out of hand. What would his reverence think about the world as it has become in just these five years. 2020 is almost here. Are we really prepared for what we are about to see. It's not going to be good.
It's over
Goodnight
