The oneitiscel wakes up at 3 PM, a proper sunny Saturday to LDAR and coom to 2D waifus all day.
He instantly reaches for his phone, realizing he hasn't thought about Becky for an entire 12 hours between then and now. He must've fallen asleep after arguing for 2 hours on incels.is with @Chudpreet about the zygomatic maxillary ratios of Northern Indians as compared to Somalis... fuck that low IQ currycel, the oneitiscel thinks, he doesn't know shit about AASI genetics or East African phrenology.
"Becky would agree with me, I know that for sure. If only she realized how much of a loving and caring boyfriend I would be to her... FUARK, I hate being incel!"
He decides to check his oneitis's Instagram page, and sees nothing but pics of her with a 6'2 jacked Tyrone from the ruins of Chicago... shiet....
"Fucking nigs, man, brainwashing my beautiful princess Becky. I should've gotten to her first... it's all my fault... I could've saved her. I remember that one time when I looked at her for longer than 0.2 milliseconds and she only called me an ugly creepy incel... not even a shitskin or pajeet. What an angel."
He decides to add to his Photoshop collage of Becky's pictures, using the @incelerated foid picture scraper to download hundreds of images of her wherever she appears online off of the Internet and paste them onto his collage. He notices some of the domains being crawled are "onlyfans.net" and "pornhub.com". He's confused for a few seconds and wonders if there's some kind of bug in the plugin before he realizes he has a few new notifications from .is...
It's @Pancakecel, calling him a dumb shitskin cuck oneitis faggot for his newest thread. THAT FUCKING NIGGER! All the oneitiscel did was say he would crawl over broken glass, shove a keyboard up his ass, and slaughter all of his blood relatives to touch Becky's tender cheeks... he feels the rage of the Saint himself inside him as he frothes from the mouth, typing out a 3 page long essay where he talks about how Becky is a a Stacy succubus, a literal Goddess walking amongst humans, and an untouched pure tradwife who probably doesn't even let Tyrone rail her so she can save herself for a true honorable lover and follower of the blackpill cause.
Meanwhile, Becky herself wakes up at 12 PM, exhausted after a long night of Chad cock in her ass... is there another text from him?
Still nothing.. just that last "wsg bby u wanna fuck rn?" before she drove over to him. She decides to touch up her makeup while she waits.
Sadly, the oneitiscel suddenly suffers a catastrophic deep vein thrombosis from countless hours spent rotting in his room jacking off to Becky sending him that text 2 years ago asking for the test answer key and dies in his chair before he can send that reply. He's discovered 4 weeks later by the electrician sent to disconnect his power. His legacy is honoured a year later by @shii410 tagging him in a thread talking about whether or not the users of incels.is would cut off their dick and balls for a hug from their oneitis.
THE END
He instantly reaches for his phone, realizing he hasn't thought about Becky for an entire 12 hours between then and now. He must've fallen asleep after arguing for 2 hours on incels.is with @Chudpreet about the zygomatic maxillary ratios of Northern Indians as compared to Somalis... fuck that low IQ currycel, the oneitiscel thinks, he doesn't know shit about AASI genetics or East African phrenology.
"Becky would agree with me, I know that for sure. If only she realized how much of a loving and caring boyfriend I would be to her... FUARK, I hate being incel!"
He decides to check his oneitis's Instagram page, and sees nothing but pics of her with a 6'2 jacked Tyrone from the ruins of Chicago... shiet....
"Fucking nigs, man, brainwashing my beautiful princess Becky. I should've gotten to her first... it's all my fault... I could've saved her. I remember that one time when I looked at her for longer than 0.2 milliseconds and she only called me an ugly creepy incel... not even a shitskin or pajeet. What an angel."
He decides to add to his Photoshop collage of Becky's pictures, using the @incelerated foid picture scraper to download hundreds of images of her wherever she appears online off of the Internet and paste them onto his collage. He notices some of the domains being crawled are "onlyfans.net" and "pornhub.com". He's confused for a few seconds and wonders if there's some kind of bug in the plugin before he realizes he has a few new notifications from .is...
It's @Pancakecel, calling him a dumb shitskin cuck oneitis faggot for his newest thread. THAT FUCKING NIGGER! All the oneitiscel did was say he would crawl over broken glass, shove a keyboard up his ass, and slaughter all of his blood relatives to touch Becky's tender cheeks... he feels the rage of the Saint himself inside him as he frothes from the mouth, typing out a 3 page long essay where he talks about how Becky is a a Stacy succubus, a literal Goddess walking amongst humans, and an untouched pure tradwife who probably doesn't even let Tyrone rail her so she can save herself for a true honorable lover and follower of the blackpill cause.
Meanwhile, Becky herself wakes up at 12 PM, exhausted after a long night of Chad cock in her ass... is there another text from him?
Still nothing.. just that last "wsg bby u wanna fuck rn?" before she drove over to him. She decides to touch up her makeup while she waits.
Sadly, the oneitiscel suddenly suffers a catastrophic deep vein thrombosis from countless hours spent rotting in his room jacking off to Becky sending him that text 2 years ago asking for the test answer key and dies in his chair before he can send that reply. He's discovered 4 weeks later by the electrician sent to disconnect his power. His legacy is honoured a year later by @shii410 tagging him in a thread talking about whether or not the users of incels.is would cut off their dick and balls for a hug from their oneitis.
THE END
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