The Tragedy of the battle of Marriageopolis

The Tragedy of the Battle of Marriageopolis 2.0

There is nothing more tragic and raging than the betrayal in the tale of the battle of marriagepolis during the war of the sexes. Long ago in the distant continent of love were a civilization in the land of lovetopia full of: barons, counts, and kings that became so advanced it had the power to make any family have the luxuries and amenities of royalty. Every man was or could be a king, Hunger was nonexistent or avoidable, everyone had access to machines of the Land, Sea and air that could move you from point A to B without the need of magic or beasts. All the laborious tasks and chores of life were reduced to the press of buttons. They became so advanced they could terraform any forest or desert into a oasis of skyscrapers, they could make any water drinkable, connect lands, move mountains, even change the air temperature to their liking. Their quality of life was so stress-free they had time to take on hobbies and trivial things like memes and camping during protests.

Ah, but soon this became their demise. For you see this industrious civilization had a woven relationship between its two sexes that was arranged in such a way that it would maximize productivity and incentivize progress. They knew that the sexes weren’t equal, they were made up of strong, working, and sturdy men. And the emotional, weaker yet attractive women that could give birth to offspring, the key they knew was in the fact that the men sought the women and would bendover backwards for them, they knew no man was equal, and yet the men were born with the very same plague and urge that controlled their very existence, there were fewer attractive men than women, but there were lots of men willing and able to work, the same could not be said about the women due to their child bearing biology.

But rather than antagonizing the disparity between the sexes, they embraced it. They knew that this relationship would motivate men to be productive to attract the women according to their shortcomings, the shorter the king was the taller the casttle he needed. Sophistication was built on this idea to please the women. All they had to do was not let the women give up their reproductive rights to men that didn’t make an effort to be productive simply by not funding their wrecklessness and thereby making them dependent on a good man’s ingenuity and stability. This was the fundamental law that laid the foundation for thousands of years of progress…. But soon it became lost in translation and no one listened to the wisdom of the elder’s history.

Their society was losing its youth to vanity and further, the foundation for which it stood. Soon some people became used to this lifestyle and they were choosing to abandon the workforce altogether to focus on liberal arts, gender studies, and the folly of attacking the very same men that brought them all this in the name of cuckism. Cuckism is the Idea that women could choose any man they want regardless of his service to society, a man without goals or moral ambition, only his looks, they would procreate with nonproductive men and have their offspring later on be raised or financed by more productive men or his taxes who will not bear offspring with her and in short cutting his lineage and legacy. Men that were accepting to this idea became the voice of their reasoning and those opposed were shunned as misogynists. The Cuckists donned different banners to divide men amongst themselves. Using disguise of equality and justice and political correctness to weasel themselves out of the underlying issue to the problems of their society. So the men caved in for good boy points and allowed nonproductive or landless men to vote and later even women to enact laws that laid the ground work for decay.

Women were soon becoming more and more empowered, gaining footing in government, their military, and even the institutions that raised their youth. And yet were weakening the men who were supporting them, they wanted them to abandon the very trades that kept them successful, punished entrepreneurial success, told them they were dumb or greedy doing so, convincing them to spend 2 to 6 years or more in their institutions getting debt and throw away their most precious years to abandon manhood, turn to veganism, and live in servitude. They brainwashed boys into the religion of glorifying women for it was the point of life in their eyes, women with complements and meal offers, men had learned nothing else in their women controlled society. The women then began telling men wonderful stories of cuckism in the site of what was called marriage hill in marriageopolis. It was a hill where women would trap men and bring them home as slaves until their usefulness dried off, then they would sometimes backstab them and noone would say a word.

The hill was covered in females known as the Hoes, they were women adorned with makeup to appear ten times their beauty. Drunken and lonely men would fall prey to any woman that wasn’t fat with the aid of some makeup and tissue paper. Young girls would lure weak men using friendzoning and later sugarbabying tactics to fund their weaponry. Their weapons consisted of makeup, short dresses, lingerie, and the more lethal leggings. Cuckist men and women were becoming more prominent, they would wear their identifying symbols openly in public, to later use as an excuse to leech off the backs of others. The more devoted members would get short haircuts, sometimes buzzing or coloring their hair weird colors, they would get tattoos, piercings, and be fat. Some men were soon becoming tired of this and wanted to put an end to this but it was too late, they had complete control of the courts and way of life. The media and schools told men to go visit marriageopolis as a rite of passage and if you didn’t you were ridiculed, the few men that comeback alive told of the horrors but few would listen because women told their young men that it wouln’t happen to you if you were nice. Tensions escalated, militia men armed to the teeth with flowers, love gifts, and praises were being deployed for peace keeping. Later, word came back of their humiliating failure, the few men that came back were stripped of their dignity, their hopes, and they had bleeding chest wounds. They were rejected by irrelevant things such as the way they wore their uniform or their height, not the tallness of their heart. They demanded a tall king, to keep the peace the only tall king in the land reluctantly went to brokerage a peace, to the dismay of all, he came back with chest wounds because they claimed he was boring. The men had no choice but to prepare and ready up to quell the rebellion before it spread.

A large battle was pending, MRA defense units shielded with prenups and lawyer battalions, Pua’s rallying young virgin recruits, infantry using the pullout routine, pimps using the backhand method, bachelor long range units keeping a distance with relationship promises, alpha cavalry using their success to trample would be golddiggers, artillery using anti-cougar fodder, even the chaplains using the tradwife technique. Everyman was eagerly confident that this would be a quick victory. But soon as they approached marriage hill they knew not it was a trap. They had to cross difficult terrain just to get there, swamps of thottery infested with std’s, poisonous snake bitches, man-eating alligators, fat beasts, and even cannibalizing lgbt tribes. They had to endure the heat of the day carrying their supplies with the responsibility of the weight the sun and their society had bestowed on their shoulders and yet surviving the cold loneliness of the frigid nights with nothing but a pinch tent and maybe hand lotion to keep them warm. They had no rations only the promise of glory, a dream and an occasional you’re a nice guy berries they would find leading the trail that had a bitter after taste. To top it off they were unorganized with no commanders, everyone for themselves. The few alarmers and ranking men would get sniped by social media censors hiding in trees. They had to be on the guard for thieves and scavengers always on the lookout, no rest for if they dropped to rest in the wrong area they could lose their compass and get lost.

Once they got to the bottom marriage hill they could only see that it is a steep cliff only traversable by dropping their heavy armor and lowering their guard. The men would climb sometimes even helped up by the same enemy sirens only to be betrayed and stabbed in the back with the spike they carried. Sometimes even other men they trusted would lead them and later push them off stealing their supplies. It was a cutthroat of mercilessness. The bulk of men that made it were greeted by beautiful women and a spectacular entrance, the population was welcoming with offers of love; the sex was bountiful, the meals were hot, even bared them children; truly they thought they are not the enemy, they had to just purchase a ring to be sponsored by a woman to travel the area, most would find a single mom to happily do so if you perform the ritual. Little did they know it all stops when the moon is full and their fangs grow, and the only thing that is going to get sucked is their sweat, by that time they would have gave a good portion of their finances they had just for the ring, ceremony, expensive lodging, and unneeded ornaments that the men always regretted.

The welcoming was not gonna last, there was no palace big enough to satisfy them, after not long, if the men did not get backstabbed in their sleep by the very same women they had sworn to love and support by fleeing to the arms of the men they really wanted; the men would be lovelessly handcuffed with the same ring they bought and made into a slave to serve the colony never to see their comrades again, some had it worse, they became an unknowing victim to cuckism and spent a life of servitude to another man’s seed while she ran away with lowlifes or other women, leaving behind years of effort put in by the men.

The men who did not trust the local population fought hard using swag and style issued to them at training but they realized these women wore no uniform and hid their ranks well any woman there was a potential enemy, The women clearly had echelons of combat and even after seeing as little as one fight they had become numb to tearing a man’s heart out. They learned that if they could sink their fangs into a man’s heart, the men would become paralyzed or lose his train of thought. The men had determination and they were smarter than the women, they invented condom boots to avoid the swamps and used alcohol to wear down women, but they had an even greater adversary that cost them the battle, other men.

The strategy was simple, hold the line to cut women off from their supply and attention until they starved and had no choice but to surrender. Some men could not hold the line once a woman with a booty beating her war drum or bongos was in sight. They also had been infiltrated and men would abandon their ranks praising the idea of cuckism to help the women in return for leftover pussy, inventing weapons for them and escalating the battle. Women were now using the pill and abortion to cut reinforcements to the men. Cucks were enhancing women with surgeries and financial sponsorship. Virgin men rallied by puas were ill-equipped or lacked the confidence to fight, losing hope and becoming incels and surrendering to sometimes unarmed women.

The cavalry that made it would be dismounted if a ring got placed on them, pulling out would sometimes not work, only the bachelors and pimps would get easy kills and the occasional chaplains that trapped enemy recruits. There were heroic sacrifices done by a few men giving all for the war effort, player units would use game to take down the feared stacy enemy elite units. Chad and tyrones in the infantry were doing their part for the cause, they would pump n dump women left and right all day until their pelvises or weapon gave out. Anti-cougar Artillery support would work in taking down enemy financial centers giving practice and confidence boosts to men. Special elite misogynist units were most effective But they were unpopular at home for their ruthlessness in battle and reluctancy to give quarters so they were kept away for mandated war conduct rehabilitation classes.

The men had the moral obligation that was taught to them to not massacre enemy recruits, and the savagery that comes from telling the women that men don’t care about their honors phd, job or intelligence, only their looks, youth and what they had between their legs. The rules of war that were taught also dictated that simp and captainsaveahoe medics would heal and feed the surrendered enemy giving a rallying confidence to even the oldest hookers and sluts who could no longer wield a weapon to fight on.

It was the deadliest and costliest battle their world had seen, men were not ready and were losing ground to simple yoga pants and lipstick, alcohol had been banned to use against the enemy. Prenup and lawyer shields were being shredded by weapons created by cucks, the I wasn’t in my 5 senses rule used by women who could show any symptom mental instability like anxiety or bipolarism which was widespread in women. Women used anti prostitution laws against pimps and other women that would show mercy to these men, keeping the women’s ranks well disciplined. Things couldn’t get worse, then cucks gave them powerful murder weapons that would leave men scarred even if they lived thru it, this was nothing women could materialize by themselves, at first it was just child support, then alimony. Then even the men staying away from the battle were trembling at the horrible weapon unleashed by women aided in the making by cucks; paternity by stoppel, spousal rape and birth by stepdad or common law marriage.

These weapons were so malignant and cruel it was said the devil himself could not have thought of them. These weapons would trap any man even with DNA test shielding. It brought the battle to any man in the region, men screamed in horror as they tried to claw out tooth and nail out of the trap of marriage hill, the rivers ran red with the blood and sweat of countless good men that day. Men would suffer in painful agony as the very sweat and hard work that trickled out of their backs would be drawn out by these weapons used by the women for ritual.

Men would see their fellow warriors screech their dying breaths praying and pleading to any god that could hear their cries to be merciful and all they want was their draining to be less painful if not a painless quick death. Those far away could do nothing but cover their ears and hope their turn didn’t come. The women were fighting with dildo rations that gave them the extra strength to fight away from the battle, usually their young delicate bodies are only battle ready for about a legal decade then they would have lost their stamina and will to fight, but the cucketry gave them the extra self-esteem to rally and fight on.

Treason was everywhere, by the very same cucks that would have benefitted from the war, back at home they helped women loosen the definition of rape. Any romantic contact with a woman that is later regretted or unwanted can at any time be defined as rape. This meant any male of any age that participated in the war can at any time be tried for war crimes if not robbed or extorted for not being perfect regardless of their service or merit.

Men would scour their surroundings to find a knife or weapon not to fight but to turn on themselves for they knew they could not deal with the misery of prison, child support or alimony. Men’s sweat were transferred to women with the intent of spending it on their offspring, the same children they may no longer see, to be indoctrinated to think their father was a vile deadbeat war criminal. Forgetting their fathers’ heroism in battle and the sacrifices for the very fact of just sticking around and supporting the family during the marriage. It didn’t matter if the men had hardship or couldn’t pay their bills, got a pay cut or got sick, they had an obligation to pay rain or shine what the women were accustomed to, the more the men made the more they had to pay the woman, the women would almost always get custody aided by lawyers the men had to pay for. There was no hope, homeless men could not find support or shelter from the onslaught, going off the grid was the only thing that would keep their safety and sanity.

Entire businesses, homes, and kingdoms given to the women to spend with whatever lowlife they wanted. The men would become suicidal just at the thought because they knew the women were going to spend the money on drugs, booze, makeup, and girls’ night out at the club sparring and supporting scumbag men or finding another man to increase her income portfolio collection.

The women got bolder, they would use bull rings to instill fear and disgust in the faces of men found in their path. Virgin men recruits would suffer traumatic stresses hearing the cries of being called a creep and accused of rape or sexual harassment at the whim notion of a woman not liking them. Men would end up in jail if not in chains working for 18 years or the rest of their life sometimes for just being in a relationship or not being perfect and making the mistake of being a man.

There was no hope for winning this battle but the men in the homefront were being kept from knowing this, it wasn’t until the battle had raged on for almost a century that men caught wind of this, men were being accused of harassment for just looking at a woman in school or work. A new philosophy grew, it was the wisest yet ridiculed. Men were realizing that the battle was not gonna be won not because the women were superior in their tactics but because they were being helped by cuck men and they knew that nothing is as strong as the conviction of a man trying to get laid.

Even bachelors ambushing the women with guerrilla tactics and game far away were taking chances with the law, it was better to not fight the war at all because the battle was larger than marriageopolis. Abandon the land, abandon the picket fence castle, and look for refuge elsewhere in another continent became their only salvation. For these women, God did not have the power to make the men these women wanted. They must go their own way, these men were known as the Mgtow.

The war that still goes on to this day would have been won had it not been for the treachery of the cucks for they are without honor. Till this day You might be able to see a man in the chains of marriage with hollowed dead zombielike eyes working day in and day out for sometimes offspring of a man not worth the manure they have to clean up after and a woman that sees them as nothing but a wallet that doesn’t even deserve a sexual reward he is entitled to. Even worse You can still hear the howling cries of agony and despair being tortured out of innocent men looking for love losing their souls and everything they fought for far away in the courtrooms of marriegeopolis. Noone has cared about these men, it is taboo to speak about the perils of this battle still going on by the men chasing the dream of lovetopia, let alone remember them. So goes life in the land of love.

By. Doc Geo