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1. Donald Hellscream (donaldhellscream@poa.st)'s status on Monday, 13-Feb-2023 08:00:58 JST Donald Hellscream
   Fuck I really hope that MrGirl part is real lmao
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   • mr bigot (c@shitpost.cloud)'s status on Monday, 13-Feb-2023 08:00:58 JST mr bigot

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     Trannies get neovagina-blasted because they get a trans character in a game set in 1890 but he isn't feminine enough. Shit's fucking retarded. We need more Canadian assisted suicide programs for these faggots.
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   • Woggy's Zeonic Frolicks (washedoutgundampilot@poa.st)'s status on Monday, 13-Feb-2023 08:01:13 JST Woggy's Zeonic Frolicks

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     @DonaldHellscream all the magic under the sun and this is as good as they can do

   • sapphire (sapphire@tnd.lol)'s status on Monday, 13-Feb-2023 08:07:02 JST sapphire

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     @WashedOutGundamPilot @DonaldHellscream even with magic you will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. 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 buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man 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 male. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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