Right. Let’s call it what it is.

You’re a ‘gooner’.

It’s not a hobby. It’s not a perversion. It’s who you are. It’s your kind.

You know the feeling. The world fades away. The screen is your life.

Your hand is nothing more than a machine, attached to your body, moving of its own free will. You’re not even there anymore. You’re just a pair of eyes and a hard cock, lost in the endless scroll.

You’ve ruined yourself for normal sex. You know that, don’t you?

The idea of being with a real person is... boring. It’s too much work. Too many sensations. Too much unpredictability that you’re not prepared for.

So you chose this. You chose the screen over a person. You chose the loop over a life. You’re not a man having a sexual experience.

You’re just another devoted, pathetic follower of porn. You pray to the algorithm to give you that high you so desperately want!

You’re pathetic

This is your legacy. This is what you’ll be remembered for. Nothing.

A few terabytes of downloaded porn and a browser history that would put anyone to shame.

Every time you look in the mirror, I want you to remember this. Every time you try to talk to someone, I want you to remember this. Every time you feel a tiny glimmer of hope, I want you to crush it by remembering what you are.

You are a loser. It’s that simple and permanent.

Gooner Beta Failure