Incel Conquest of West Africa (MT|Open|IC)
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 6:23 pm
OOC Rules: Don't just randomly charge in with overwhelming military force. Limit military forces to realistic size. Thanks!
OOC thread
You're watching your daily broadcasting. Probably some sort of vapid reality television program glorifying Chads as they mindlessly go about their daily, ignorance, anti-intellectual lives. Bowl of cheetoes on the coffee table, your laptop at your side, your cat napping and your siblings/significant others snoring away.
Then the TV screen begins to crackle and fizzle...it goes all static. Your program has been interrupted. You drag yourself to the television set, bang on it, eager to get back to the next episode of Love Island. Then you hear a static, muffled voice heroically tearing through the fuzz. You step back, slightly aghast. You know it's a voice - a man's voice. A real man. Not a chad. A true man. You can feel his soul and energy radiating from the screen. You are drawn towards his innate charisma.
On the screen he emerges. A man wearing a fedora and an anonymous mask. He looks sorta like this:
He begins to speak and you feel a chill down your spine, with the force of ten-thousand lightning-bolts.
"Citizens of the world" he booms. "I represent a downtrodden community of people known as 'incels.' We would prefer to be known as 'Gentlemen Gamers,' as that is truly a manifestation of our real nature. We are gentlemen, who simply are derided for our choice of hobbies. But it has gone on too long."
He draws a butterfly knife. With tremendous dexterity and finesse, he plays with it, captivating you like a hypnotist.
"I issue an ultimatum," he booms, thunderously. "We Gentlemen Gamers are finished being derided. We are put down for emphasizing our intellect and respect for women, while dumb Chads run around, having their pick of the nines and tens. We refuse to be subdued any longer. We refuse to tolerate this any longer." You notice that your arm hairs are on end. You cannot tell whether it is because of your great fear or respect.
"We are starting a new movement, a movement that address the wrongs against us. We are the Gentlemen Gamers Anonymous. With a combination of calculated terror attacks, insurgent operations in the continental United States, and cyber warfare - as we are now subsuming Anonymous. We will not stop until Chad culture has been utterly discredited and Staceys give us the time of day. We are on the cusp of a brand new class struggle - the struggle between Chads and Good people." You notice how attractive he must be beneath the mask.
""That is all." He drops the mic - oh yeah he was holding a mic - and the screen goes hazy again. You sit, mouth agape.
OOC thread
You're watching your daily broadcasting. Probably some sort of vapid reality television program glorifying Chads as they mindlessly go about their daily, ignorance, anti-intellectual lives. Bowl of cheetoes on the coffee table, your laptop at your side, your cat napping and your siblings/significant others snoring away.
Then the TV screen begins to crackle and fizzle...it goes all static. Your program has been interrupted. You drag yourself to the television set, bang on it, eager to get back to the next episode of Love Island. Then you hear a static, muffled voice heroically tearing through the fuzz. You step back, slightly aghast. You know it's a voice - a man's voice. A real man. Not a chad. A true man. You can feel his soul and energy radiating from the screen. You are drawn towards his innate charisma.
On the screen he emerges. A man wearing a fedora and an anonymous mask. He looks sorta like this:
He begins to speak and you feel a chill down your spine, with the force of ten-thousand lightning-bolts.
"Citizens of the world" he booms. "I represent a downtrodden community of people known as 'incels.' We would prefer to be known as 'Gentlemen Gamers,' as that is truly a manifestation of our real nature. We are gentlemen, who simply are derided for our choice of hobbies. But it has gone on too long."
He draws a butterfly knife. With tremendous dexterity and finesse, he plays with it, captivating you like a hypnotist.
"I issue an ultimatum," he booms, thunderously. "We Gentlemen Gamers are finished being derided. We are put down for emphasizing our intellect and respect for women, while dumb Chads run around, having their pick of the nines and tens. We refuse to be subdued any longer. We refuse to tolerate this any longer." You notice that your arm hairs are on end. You cannot tell whether it is because of your great fear or respect.
"We are starting a new movement, a movement that address the wrongs against us. We are the Gentlemen Gamers Anonymous. With a combination of calculated terror attacks, insurgent operations in the continental United States, and cyber warfare - as we are now subsuming Anonymous. We will not stop until Chad culture has been utterly discredited and Staceys give us the time of day. We are on the cusp of a brand new class struggle - the struggle between Chads and Good people." You notice how attractive he must be beneath the mask.
""That is all." He drops the mic - oh yeah he was holding a mic - and the screen goes hazy again. You sit, mouth agape.