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Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 14

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Authority came to pick up the body and the stranger that Dad hired talked with them explaining what happened.

I didn’t feel righteous or good doing what I did I just felt more lost and no idea who sent the beer to Herold to have my Dad drink. There were no records in his place linking the transporter to any corporation a common no name runner had done the job.

I looked at the solo who finished talking to authority and wondered if…wow wait a minute. A man on cycle pulled up full armor and held with a sword on his back. He waved Over to the Solo that had been following me.

The Solo jogged over explained what happened to him. The warrior’s right arm was lightning kissed. I saw streams of lightning wrapped around his arm like large bands of rope or moving snakes.

I started to get up and start walking toward the them my eyes on the lightning kissed. He nodded at me before hoping on his bike and racing away. I smiled. It was him. I walked up to the Solo left.

“So. When did my father hire you and your partner as my bodyguards?” I asked tapping my visor and scanning his biological form.

He smiled. “You don’t even know my name. Your assuming shit. I told you-“

“Wait a sec. Oh here it comes. Hmm. I’m not getting a name only L A. Nothing else. That’s amazing. You must be one of the big boys that work for the kings. So you must have been hired my Dad. Okay L.A. What did my Dad hire you to do?”

L.A. smiled. “I’ll leave that for you to guess. You should get home President Sergio. My condolences about your Father. Stories about Mr. Sergio’s big nuts proceeds him in many circles. I don’t have cruiser. I’m dirt poor but I could boost you a ride if you need one.”

I hit my visor on the left side. “Daisy. Pick me up.” I said and turned up as my cruiser came down from the Sky-ways and parked on the corner beside me. I smiled Daisy opened the door opened for me. “Thank you Daisy.” I got in the cruiser ignoring the L.A.

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“Manuel control activate.”

(Comfirmed.)

“Daisy. When’s my meeting?”

(Five hours and twenty-two minutes.)

I frowned. “Your acting funny. What are you not telling me?”

(President Sergio. Lawyer says no identification can be made on intruders that stole said property and several employees have dis-associated from the corporation.)

“Great. Anything else?”

(Chairman Sergio sent you flowers. They will arrive in a few hours at your apartment.)

I smiled. “Daisy. Where is Chairman Sergio located?”

(President Sergio’s detapad)

“How is that possible?”

(Chairman Sergio is not human.)

“What is he?”

(Redacted. Classified information. Authorized password required)

I frowned at my computer screen in the cruiser. “In other words. None of my business.”

(Acknowledged.)

“What did Dad promise you? A date or a upgrade.”

(Classified information. Password required.)

“Smart ass.”

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Astro Bros Episode 12

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Six months later…

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Omarion

I was getting strapped up with my P9s, body armor and sword as Hexi typed on her computer trying to try whatever codes she could to break open the program. I frowned. How long is it going to take you to crack it open.

Hexi shook her head. “As long as it’s going to take you to pause all that going to war suiting up shit. I told you. You ain’t going nowhere until I crack it open and Largo ain’t back yet so just hold the fuck on. We need the information inside before I figure a direction for you to go guns a blazing.”

I grimaced and shaking my head looked at the time on my wrist watch. Where the fuck was Largo? He should have gotten back here-

“Yo. I’m here family. Where the fuck are you going? What the fuck man? Why you eye balling me like that?” Largo said as he sauntered inside Hexi’s room. He was wearing all leather boots and smelled like cigars and cheap liquor.

“We got a black box delivery? Did you ride your bike back here in your condition?”

Largo glared at me. “I ain’t drunk. I was pretending is all. I ain’t drunk damn it. I’m good. Who sent the box?”

“Lawyer Mark Golden dropped by for visit and left a black box behind as aparting gift from our old boss. He said you might know the password to break past the the firewall. Do you?” I said.

Largo stared at me. “Shit. Hexi. Type in Ah…fuck. Ah. Type in, my crime is that of curiosity.”

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Hexi typed it into the computer. The computer went back and then the man himself appeared on the screen. She grinned. “Bingo we have a winner.”

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I stared at him. “What’s up Boss?”

Largo frowned at me. “Omarion. The dude is dead. This is just-“

“Hey Omar. I got myself killed this time. I’m going to need you to do a job for me.”

“How much?” I asked.

“It’ll be 50 ebs. Same deal. 25 ebs is being deposited into your account now as your starter fee. 25 ebs after the bodies are buried or burned. I don’t care. Find out who killed me and put em down before they come after my daughter because I know they will watch, wait and act. You know my usual spots and my favorite drinking hole. I’m sure you’ll figure out who did it soon enough and hey if you get it done in a week then…I’ll throw in Cy’s sword as a bonus. Later.” He said and disappeared from the screen.

Largo frowned at me. “What the hell is this? I thought this was a black box job. Is Sergio dead or not?”

I shook my head. No time. I grabbed a spare P9 from the table and handed it to Largo. “Not my business. We got a job to do. Now sober up and get your sword ready. We going hunting tonight little brother.”

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 10

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Debra

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I was coming to the end of a tunnel of flashing lights. It felt like I was moving without moving. I realized just as I came out of the Virtual simulation and I realized I was wearing a headset decker. I took it off blinked several times as I looked around a very that I was sitting in Sergio’s office. He was seated by the window staring off as the sun set behind the blue tower buildings of Newark City State. I tried to get up but then fell back because my head was spinning.

“How long was I in?

“It should have only been a year.” Sergio said. “How much time do you remember?”

“Twelve months. Thirteen days and seven hours. I counted.”

Terry nodded. “What did you do? Did you get any reading done? Did you learn anything?”

I glared at his profile. “I read twenty books at the library on business management and trading and even got a certificate in trading and personal finance. I was looking to apply for Corpo trading license to buy and sell in the market. Now I got shit all because it was all a fucking VR SIM. Bastard. All that work for nothing but to fuck with my head.” I said and threw the headset at him.

Terry sighed, shaking his head. He reached inside his pocket and removed a datapad. “The VR SIM is an official device from the PIN Warden. All time served inside the set counts as a prison bid, and all certificates earned count as special education accounted to your personal ID account. Here, look,” he said and threw it to me.

I caught it and looked at my ID profile and information on my education to see, I had still had my certificates I had earned in the SIM and they counted as real in the real world. I shook my head. “I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Did you call in a favor for me and-“

“The PIN is full at the moment with inmates. This is Authority and the Kings have been looking into expanding into other forms of imprisonment for special cases like yourself. You were lucky in away though from your expression you may don’t feel that way. You were in for full day in real world time but the VR experience made it real enough. So. You did your time. You now have a bit of education and experience of what the PIN feels like. Once you go Corpo you won’t be bound by constraining Nomad laws that limit your freedom. Congratulations. You can leave now.”

I started to say to something then something accrued to me. I had his Datapad. I quickly brought up Sergio’s file and stared at the long list of his digital education in business finances, programming and the military information that listed all the weapons he was traded in doing and his main focus in his past life being hunting and detection.

Sergio smiled at me. “Are you done being a busy body about my ID history. I would like my Datapad back. Please.”

I got up carefully this time and when I was sure I could walk without throwing up. I walked over to Sergio and handed it to him. “I made a promise to you.”

“Thanks. You better be getting on your way. You have a life to make for yourself. Oh. I’m loaning you 25k ebs for you start yourself out. It’s also the standard fee the Corpo business offices desire for you to join into the business guild. It’s already been forwarded to an account in your name. The password is Serg991b. You can change it at your pleasure. No. No. Don’t look at me like that. I’m loaning the ebs. Your still damn well going to pay me back little sister. On your way. I’ve got to find some jobs tonight.”

“Your an asshole.”

Sergio shrugged. “What about it? Everyone has to be one to someone and you have to have one at the end of their own ass so are you going to cry about me being one to you? Because I don’t give a damn either way. Go away. Miss West.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I’m Debra Sergio now. You got a job to do okay. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be applying for a trader position today. I’ll take the floor of your office as a bed and I’ll pay you back by being a good daughter to you.”

Sergio glared at me. “I would prefer my 25k ebs back.”

I shrugged. “Tough luck. I didn’t promise you I would give you the money back and I didn’t ask for it. So it looks like your out of 25k ebs and bough yourself a daughter. Congratulation.”

“Fucking hell!”

END OF SERIES 1…..

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 8

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Debra

It was quiet. To quiet. I looked up at the clock above my head.

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It was Ten o’clock and just two hours away from midnight. I wondered when or whatever the hell the outcome of the day would bring. I hadn’t seen Judge Rafe in over fifty minutes. I knew they were all still on the hunt. I just wondered how dangerous Sergio was.

I was on edge. I don’t know why. I stared at the lady that had been assigned to watch me. She was Nomad. She didn’t say it. She didn’t have to. Her name was Goldy. She was a pretty blond with short hair closely cropped to her face. She dressed simply in blue jeans, leather boots, white T-shirt and leather jacket.

She was quiet. Someone came into the office finally. I frowned at the person. He had black mohawk and he was a tall lean dressed similarly to Goldy. He was a good looking man with tattoos on his arms. He nodded to me but he looked with regard toward Goldy.

“Mr. Sergio and the boys have come back from the hunt. He’ll be coming in but the Kings wanted a word with him first.”

Goldy frowned. “What the fuck happened?! Did he skin the bastard?”

I flinched at the dominance I heard in her voice. Goldy was strong type. I waited saying nothing.

Mr. Mohawk smiled. “He’ll have to tell you. It’s funny though. I fixed two problems we’ve been dealing and an issue with the Dragon.”

Goldy blinked up at him. “Cyberpunk?! Sergio confronted HeavyMetal? Damn. It must a real good story. I’ll have to hear it from Daddy.” She said and got up. She turned to me. “Your a pretty girl and very dangerous. Stay out of trouble and listen to your new father because until he says who will be your mate. Until then you’ll keep you damn legs close.” She said with sharp smile.

I quickly looked away and nodded my head. I didn’t look up until they both left the room. It was only when they were gone did I relax. I looked to see Sergio staring at me with cig out the side of his mouth.

“He got away but it’s un-likely he’ll be showing up. I’ve gotten rid all the portals leading into the dream realm. For the moment.” He said.

I stared at him. “That’s it?! I can just go free? I killed a man?”

Sergio held up a finger. “Free?! Who the hell said you get to be free? No. No. You don’t freedom. You have a problem that negates you obtaining in freedom at all in your life time. Do you know what it is?”

I said nothing. I talked to much. “Alright. I’ll be your whore and do whatever you-“

“SILENCE!” Sergio roared to me. “I told you what I wanted from you. Your going to be my maid, assistant and you’ll do whatever grunt work I will require of you until of course I hand you over to man to handle you. But, again you have a problem. Your stupid and a hoe. I don’t need either. You have some skills with the combat and such but your brain needs refining. Here’s the deal. I become your caretaker until I can hand you over to someone to protect you from yourself because I’m doing it forever. If you don’t take my deal then you can walk outside into judgement of a year in the Pin but you would make good with Authority and the Nomad kings would approve of it and when you get out you’ll have clear record your standing in the Nomad culture would be cleared. Keep in mind. You cost one of the hunters that went out to help me burn the people that cultivated your whoredom. What’s your decision?” He said.

I stared at me. I got up slowly. “Thank you for trying to help me and driving that asshole out of the dream realm.” I said walked toward him.

Sergio stepped aside and waved me through. “Thank you for giving me an interesting case for the night. Good luck. I’ll send you some books to read.”

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Astro Bros: Episode 0

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Omarion

I stood facing the gate to my cell door waiting for it to open. I had been waiting for an hour now sense I got up. I been waiting longer to leave the fucking hot box pin for much longer. I had counted the days every morning  by chark marks on the wall next to my bed for this day and all I needed them to do was come open this fucking cell door give me walking papers so I could get the fuck out of here.

My mornings had been the same for twelve months and sixteen days I been sent to the pin. I washed up with a bucket and rag. I had short water supplie provided for the day. I spent my mornings in my cell eating my bread and bean soup then I exercised and studied from law & case books I had earned by trading my knowledge of numbers and book keeping.

In the afternoon I worked for several hours in the mines clearing out diamonds that would used for detapads CPU chips and to run crusier system computers. It shaved off time to my sentence because of the plea deal I signed fourteen months ago.

At night just before lights out I read my physical paperback books my brother sent me. I couldn’t get a detapad shipped in not that it mattered. I wasn’t going to allowed to own or use one when I got out. My choices for employment were limited.

I had repeated this pattern for days and months without fail for this very moment. I had just marked off my last week. It was time. But, still they haven’t opened the damn closed cell door. Something was off. It was quiet. Too quiet.

I heard someone coming. I frowned at the sound of boots. I got up from my bunk as my cell bars slide to the right. I waited. I picked up my chunk and started crushing it in my hands. I waited my heart was in my ears.

I wasn’t surprised when a tall mohawk asshole with red eyes dressed like a biker smoking a cigar now faced me. He was the older son of K. Cooper, the Fixer in Red District that had put me here, in the pin.

“Kang Cooper. I never thought I would see you here. I thought this was last place you ever wanted to be. What in the hell are you doing here?” I said and immediately wondered what in the fuck was going on. “I stuck to my end of deal. What the fuck is this?” I asked but I had pretty good idea what the fuck it was. I just hadn’t thought I would dealing with it now.

Kang snorted blowing smoke in my face. His eyes glowed with elemental fire. “My Pops wanted me to remind you again keep to your own lane and stay the fuck away from Mom’s side. You feel me?!”

I nodded. “Yeah. I already got that the last time he burned my ass before I got sent here. I ain’t fucking with his baby Momma not that I ever was just to keep it on the Rim. You mind getting out of my way.”

I woke up when my head was knocked back against the wall. I fell to the floor. Fuck I hadn’t seen the punch coming. It was crazy how fast Cooper and his boys were. He hadn’t even used his element in the punch. It had been pure youth and raw enhanced mutant speed. I was to old to be fucking with these young thugs one on one.

“You ain’t my Pops. Take the bass out your voice when your talking to a real one ya Dig? I think you need a proper re-education on who your betters are old man. I aim to give you that lesson in full.”

Holy fucking shit. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had a life to get back to living. I looked up at Kang as he stood in my way from freedom and gaining my life back. “Last time Jr. Cooper. Get the fuck out of my way or I’m going to fold your ass over like two dollar credit ebs bill.”

Kang opened his mouth but I was already up moving fast him off guard. He swung on me but I was already catching his arm and using his speed to threw him over my shoulder and hard against the wall. I closed the cell door on him as he came up to his feet reached for me but I was already moving out of his way. I looked up at the Camera to see it focused on me.

“My Pops is watching you. He’s going to make you pay for this shit law dog.”

I stared up at the camera. “Leave me the fuck alone Cooper or I’m going to break my foot off in your ass. I went easy on you kid today but not again. I ain’t security anymore. So leave me the fuck alone or I’ll make you wish I hadn’t just ignored you.”

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News Worth talking about mortal Kombat 1 remake

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https://gamerant.com/mortal-kombat-1-all-characters-confirmed-kameo-fighters-roster/

The remake for mortal Komatsu characters listing is looking good. The story is shaping up to be another banger.

This will probably make the 3rd remake of the series so far and I’m digging it. The only weirdness to the whole thing is it coming out on the Nintendo switch.

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Hey I like the switch, hell I own two. Still though it is a bit of surprise that triple AAA modern gaming managed to fit the fucking gaming on the outdated system.

There is another thing. The switch of Johnny Cage’s story and being a powerless YouTuber/content creator is wild. I don’t know if that shit will stick. Though I am hopeful for the sister dynamic between Katana and Meleena.

So far though it had been a very great year for gaming and not much else.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Song of the day, theme song of Inspector Gadget

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Yes, really. The song is a prime example of how good the music was for the cartoon shows from 90s.

The song feels like delight to the ears. It’s an interesting mix of styles of sounds and capturing how the show was supposed to be like.

Mystery. Creativity. Weirdness and just plain fun.

It’s one of those things where I watched the show just to hear that song because it’s the sound of merry-go-round flying by the seat of pants fun time. I hear and I feel an echo of my childhood self laughing at some dumb joke. I never get tired of hearing because it’s so bad it’s good for the soul.

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P. S.

Go Gadget, Go Gadget. Hot Damn!

Kwame Brown? The strange case of a man responding back to rich celebrity assholes that fuck with him for no reason out of nowhere.

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Look the shit. I’m going to summarize.

Ex-nba dude KB gets thrown shade by celebrity ex-nba dudes on tv about his career.

KB responds back. Ex-nba dudes shit themselves and call him an angry black rambo.

Some dude on a radio show throws his hat in the conversation because reasons. He tries to “defend” KB by calling him an angry Black dude from an angry black family.

KB respond back to Radio show host by exposing Radio Show host’s past habit of doing the dirty maybe, possible with a 15 year old girl. Though there was a court case and he got off.

Anyway, the shit keeps getting deeper and deeper. Because, once again all the shit started because assholes keep fucking with KB and he just responds back.

The easiest solution is the assholes to apologize right???

Radio show host apologies. But, you know it’s one of those pet on the head apologies.

Example

“Listen dude. I was having a laugh at your family and your people and pissing on your charecter and I’m sorry you became an angry black dude about it. I’m really sorry and your a good dude. A really good dude. Sorry. We good now right?

I find the shit amazing. It’s a study in bullshit reasoning, magic nonsense logic and rich assholes trying to shit on a dude with BIG DICK ENERGY that isn’t having it.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

P.S.

Dude is young enough to be my son. I am an old fuck.

Update: He’s older then me. I am a dumbass.

Cyberpunk morning 6…

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Hmm. April is almost gone. Let’s finish it with brainstorming fun. Okay. Let’s take a Nomad and rocker boy Eddie Williams and how he met, and married his old lady.

Prologue

Eddie

I lay in bed with my old lady taking a shower in the bathroom of our tour bus. It was our  twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and I wandered. I played softly on my guitar the song she liked while I heard her start to sing the lyrics from the shower.

I closed my eyes.

It had been in a dive on the outskirts of Newark near the border of the nomadic lands. One of our opening gigs sense we parted with the college of bards and started out on the streets.

The crowd was rowdy and fights were going on around us. The first song bombed hard and we were about to get stoned to death by the crowd throwing beer bottles at us to the chicken wire stage we stood behind.

I saw two chicks walk in with two big ass nomadic assholes with swords at their backs. Shit. Samari nomads. What the fuck?

One of the chickas a raven haired Betty with lavender eyes caught my gaze and froze in mid step. She had some type of latent magic in her that lite the fire in the magic of my bardic tongue.

Damn. I felt the jult to my soul and I started singing. The magic taking hold of me.

“There she is. There she is. There ain’t nobody like her at all. There she is. My one true love.”

My band mates caught on to feel of the magic and soon the melody took hold and they grooved into it.

I stared at her not caring that she might be some fuckers mate or wife. I was going to have her. It was partly my own ego in the shit but it was her bad ass bitch command for my attention. She captured my notice. As her big brick shit house of man noticed me macking on his girl and came at me sword swinging.

Fucked broke through chicken wire. The crowd instead of fleeing cheered expecting a blood bath.

My band mates took off for our van. I ran forward past the dude, dodging his buddy and taking the girl over my shoulder and booking it.

It hadn’t been a smart move but damn it hadn’t the right move. I found out later that night her name when got hitched nomad tradition. Vowing loyalty to each other in front of her friends and family a life of travel and adventure with loyalty and family binding us to the road.

I felt a kiss on my lips and opened my eyes to see my raven haired beauty naked in front of me smiling.

“Hey, Lovie. You thinking about me?” My woman asked.

“Sure enough Betty Lee. Today all day I’ve been thinking about you.” I said and then put my guitar aside to take her into our bed and make love to her.

Hmm. Romantic bullshit aside. I like it.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Why you should Brainstorm or try shit out in fiction (writing craft)

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It’s an excuse to write without having everything figured out. Fear has no room in a writer’s head or hesitate fingers hovering over the keyboard.

You have a thought but no story. You an idea but no main charecter. I brainstorm on the blog occasionally to show you have to just start. Fuck the fear and uncertainty. Start anywhere and sow the shit together in place later in editing and rewrites.

Real talk. I’ve read enough books, articles and poetry and don’t give a fuck if you or anybody thinks it’s shit. I know it’s shit but I go with it and let it pour out of my mind into reality and now a days I enjoy turning shit into gold my dude.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

I lived long enough to get here. Writing is magical, thoughtful and amazing. I enjoy every bit of it. The humility and the surprises along the way. It’s worth being a fool or a miss spelled word or missing word here or several places. If by one word at a time I can get better at this shit then I was in January it’s worth the minor humilating moments.

I want to get good at this shit. That’s my goal. I want to get good my dude and I want to read the stories or poetry in my head before I lose them in a sea of other stories already capturing my attention.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Blackpillers are weird strain of assholes

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Blackpillers are a recent discovery for me. Me being an old fuck I can remember when there was just two pills.

Blue pill.  Hmm. Blue balls. Beta bitch simp. Hmmm. Anyway, their the assholes that know the bullshit we’re told on tv and by people in our own tribes about the simplicity of life being democratic vs Republicans is a lie but they choose to believe the lie and force simps to comply with the lie.

Red Pill. Hmm. Red Bull. Red blooded American. Shit kicking cow boy. Bad ass. They are the people that would rather prepare for the shit storm then trust that everything is going to alright. The walking corpse in the lucked down prison house has everything under control. Red Pillers say fuck you I’m buying a gun and making my own fucking bullets.

Now we come to the Jokers.

Black Pillers. Merchants of despair. Jokers that just want to watch the world burn and blame females for it. Whinners. Complainers. Fuckers that would rather watch their house burn down with their family inside then stop laughing about it and put the fucking fire out.

Honestly though they have a real solution to the problems in the west.

1. Let it burn. (Not the song)

2. Fuck females don’t marry them.

4. Buy a motorcycle

5. Be an asshole.

6. Whin like a bitch without crying of course.

7. Laugh at the madness.

Hmm. Fuck um and their rules of despair and uselessness. At least Blue Pillers are fun to fuck with Black Pillers remind me of….

A fucking Boomer that complains about his ex-wife cheating on him after the fact for twenty years and tells other young men not to marry or have kids because all most ALL females are all monsters out to destroy your soul.

You know whose to blame for the current shit we men of the west face?

Fucking Boomers and Beta Bitch Simps.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg