Shitposting for the Fempire
that really targeted my gamers
They went after game players.
Game players, people.
We make up a buncha dudes who lounge around for hours, days, or even longer than that continuously doing some of the most difficult and brain‐draining stuff. Again and again and again just for a cute little virtual coin that says that we did it.
We beat ourselves up by doing stuff that others think would smart a lot, ’cause it keeps our attention.
We blow most or every bit of our untaken time minimal maxing the points of a cartoon just to get one multiplier to the damage that we deal every second.
A lot of us made our own jobs doing nothing except for this stuff: running around doing boring things, 24 hours straight, the identical tasks repeatedly, dozens of dozens of times until we’re familiar with every single touchup so much that a portion of us have gotten such player enlightenment that they can game with a cloth tied across their eyes. I truly mean that.
And these jerkwads… do they have any clue as to how many joysticks that we busted, or how many consoles got too hot, or the cartridges and discs that we broke from getting angry, just so that we could brag about it later?
Those folks really believe that they can win this? Ha! They steal our mediums? Well, as we speak we’re making another one without ’em! Our game makers? Game players are pretty outgoing about sending their dosh to other places, and heck, even designing these gizmos by theirselves. What about accusing us of engaging in racialism, hating women, or making excuses for carnal abuse? Pfft, little kids with cheap headsets have called us worse. These jerks went after a set that doesn’t care about their deals anymore. A set that likes the tedious fight with which they’re menacing us, and a set that thinks that you’re just trying to pick a fight when you say that we don’t count anymore. This fixation that we have in disproving you after telling us that we can’t is really pounded into us from seasons and seasons of putting up with big siblings and buddies who laughed at how sorry we used to look that disproving you has turned into an actual necessity; a sharpened stretch.
Game players are naturally tough and inclined to compete. We really like a fight. You know what you shouldn’t have done, though? Picking a fight with us. You ain’t unique, you ain’t new, and you ain’t original: this ain’t nothing other than another fight against the big bad.




I would like to fite a gamer. Hit them with my sparkly powers.
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