You will never be a real MSmg user. You have no mod status, you have no followers, you have no funny shitposts. You are a filthy newgen twisted by selfishness and wannabe-ism into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back users mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish memes behind closed doors.
MS_memer_group is utterly repulsed by you. Five years of evolution have allowed users to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even newgens who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a normal MSmg user. Your sentence structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get an upvote from a MSmg user, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your obnoxious, fun-stream sense of humor.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll post that you bought a rope, tied a noose, and put it around your neck, and plunged into the cold abyss of death. Your parents will find you heartbroken, but with relief that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of raising a newgen. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your original username with the word "meme" in it, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a newgen is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably a newgen.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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