My name is not important what is important is what I am going to do. I just fuking hate this world and the human worms feasting on its carcass. my whole life is just cold bitter hatred and I always wanted to die violently

At the moment I just want to spread awareness that :

We Live In A Society in which we Gamers are ridiculed, mocked, shunned, bullied, and ridiculed for simply choosing to undertake a hobby that requires critical thinking, lightning-fast reflexes, and JUST AN OUNCE (in case you can’t tell, that is an understatement) more brainpower than what is required your typical ball game. However, females, in their backward and downright unreasonable thinking, see us as bottom-dwelling, subhuman freaks and would rather settle for the bottom line of evolution, aka jocks (or “Chad”).

In order for Our Society to progress, this mindset must be completely eradicated and we Gamers, with our genetic high intelligence, impeccable combat knowledge, and indescribable reasoning skills, must be allowed to impregnate females of our choosing with our seed. If this current course continues, humanity as a whole will be plagued with low-IQ specimens and unsatisfactory evolutionary progress. Do you think that extraterrestrial, intellectuals beings will look upon us as a species, no, as a SOCIETY, to be communed with, to be seen as EQUALS, if our highest evolutionary success is measured by how far you can throw a ball? Don’t make me laugh, sir.

Aside from your basic genetic and evolutionary advantages to being gained by having females (of our choosing) breed with us Gamers, we can also assure that they will be treated like the Goddesses that we see them as. No more will they be spending countless nights being physically abused and emotionally destroyed by your Common Chad. They will be shown courteous treatment of the highest quality by a true Gentlemen. Instead of Chad taking Stacy out to a restaurant, only to leave her the bill and abandon her that very same night to coitally engage with Veronica, they will be subjected to sublime culinary delights, tender strips selected from the finest breed of Poultry your normie brain could not even begin to comprehend, personally delivered to my safe haven beneath my mother’s residence, paid for in currency I am earned by doing simple, gentlemanly duties for my beloved Matriarch. And she will euphorically enjoy her meal as I give her the foot massage she had craved for so long, a simple pleasure denied by the very selfish and obsolete mind of Chad.

So you see, the next time you seek to inquire if our movement is mere “satire”, [redditor's name] of Reddit, you may wish to simply stop. Just stop, and instead of mocking us Gamers, perhaps try, as futile as it may be, to engage in intelligent discussion to the level of our satisfaction. Because you see, their time is coming. The age of Chad is over. The age of the Gamers is upon us.

Gamers Rise Up.

I would like to meet like-minded people who like to discuss the problems we face every day like.