Imagine a mass suicide event for truecels. Absolutely zero normiecels, fakecels, or mentalcels in attendance. We're talking several thousand or more men with facial asymmetry, recessed chins, severe face bone deficiency, disfigurements, baldness, turbo manletism, and health issues America giggles in the face of... It's in a forest somewhere in The Midwest like a Juggalo Gathering or something. In the middle there is a massive Jonestown cauldron of spiritual liberation Kool-Aid, along with razor blades, firearms, drugs to OD on, and trees with nooses already tied up and ready to go.
All attempts by police to stop the event while it was being set up in the morning only turned into suicides by cop, because all attendees brought weapons or poison with them and if the cops tried to stop them from getting in, they would just swallow the poison and charge at the police with whatever weapons they brought. Eventually the cops give up and just start broadcasting anti suicide propaganda through loudspeakers because physically opposing the attendees will just lead to more people attacking the police and more casualties on both sides.
When you arrive, there are already hundreds of bodies of incels killed by the police scattered around the perimeter. As you pass by through the police checkpoint, some post wall roastie hands you an anti suicide pamphlet as the cops point their guns at you and tell you that they will arrest you if you walk out the perimeter after entering. Within the perimeter, again, you see hundreds of incel bodies, they wanted to die so much that they couldn't even wait for the official countdown. Once the Suicide Festival begins, live music, alcohol, prostitutes, drugs, games, and general festivities and fun go on for up to three days. On the final day, the day of the official mass suicide, Jim Jonescel gets on stage and delivers a moving, pro suicide sermon, letting the attendees know that "it's time"... then he pulls out a large caliber revolver and blows his brains out on stage in front of everyone. Now the event staff starts handing out cups of Kool-Aid and managing the distribution of the razor blades, firearms, drugs, nooses, and other suicide tools to the guests. It's happening, you hear single gunshots, and crying male voices all around you, you see incels flailing around as they hang from ropes awaiting their freedom, you see groups of incels giving cheers as the down their Kool-Aid cups like shots at a bar, incels with razors line up and cut the wrists of the incels next to them to make sure they all get deep enough cuts, you see incels ODing on fentanyl and other drugs collapsing on the ground and foaming at the mouth. For the first time in your life, you truly feel like things are about to get better. Do you join the thousands of lifeless, liberated subhuman corpses all around you? Are you ready to feel the loving embrace of freedom?
All attempts by police to stop the event while it was being set up in the morning only turned into suicides by cop, because all attendees brought weapons or poison with them and if the cops tried to stop them from getting in, they would just swallow the poison and charge at the police with whatever weapons they brought. Eventually the cops give up and just start broadcasting anti suicide propaganda through loudspeakers because physically opposing the attendees will just lead to more people attacking the police and more casualties on both sides.
When you arrive, there are already hundreds of bodies of incels killed by the police scattered around the perimeter. As you pass by through the police checkpoint, some post wall roastie hands you an anti suicide pamphlet as the cops point their guns at you and tell you that they will arrest you if you walk out the perimeter after entering. Within the perimeter, again, you see hundreds of incel bodies, they wanted to die so much that they couldn't even wait for the official countdown. Once the Suicide Festival begins, live music, alcohol, prostitutes, drugs, games, and general festivities and fun go on for up to three days. On the final day, the day of the official mass suicide, Jim Jonescel gets on stage and delivers a moving, pro suicide sermon, letting the attendees know that "it's time"... then he pulls out a large caliber revolver and blows his brains out on stage in front of everyone. Now the event staff starts handing out cups of Kool-Aid and managing the distribution of the razor blades, firearms, drugs, nooses, and other suicide tools to the guests. It's happening, you hear single gunshots, and crying male voices all around you, you see incels flailing around as they hang from ropes awaiting their freedom, you see groups of incels giving cheers as the down their Kool-Aid cups like shots at a bar, incels with razors line up and cut the wrists of the incels next to them to make sure they all get deep enough cuts, you see incels ODing on fentanyl and other drugs collapsing on the ground and foaming at the mouth. For the first time in your life, you truly feel like things are about to get better. Do you join the thousands of lifeless, liberated subhuman corpses all around you? Are you ready to feel the loving embrace of freedom?
WHAT ABOUT ONE LAST RIDE ,COWBOY?
