While my h*e is in the bedroom giving me the silent treatment and sulking over some petty shit, I finally have some time to put some goddamn words on paper.

Imagine a post-apocalyptic world where hypergamy would not exist anymore after some crazy dictator Purple Pilled doctor thought it would be a good idea to reverse the process and genetically modify all female embryos.

You are a whining beta fuck who doesn't care about his walrus belly and the girl you found while you were at the club with your equally fat friends a few months ago loves it. Matter of fact, the more you stuff your faggot mouth and the more you whine the more she is DTF. You are lying on the couch playing World of Warcraft VR for Playstation and eating McFlurry M&M's and this girl fucks you three times a day and sucks your dick until you sleep. This daily routine creates a feedback loop of infinite pleasure and laziness until you eventually die of instant diabetes at thirty-nine years old. Your fatfuck friends all suffer the exact same fate. Needless to say, the economy went to shit, global health is at an all time low & the birthrate is down. Sounds good right?

The next time you are feeling bad during a shit test, however long that one takes, remember to be grateful that life is checking if you are actually worth spreading your seed and remember that you are your Mental Point of Origin. Go help your fellow MRP'er in OYS, go lift some, focus on your mission or go make some other stuff happen. You got this. It's how it's supposed to be.