Tell me gooner, have you ever had the feeling that you're not sure if you're awake or still dreaming? Yes, you have. Because this is an illusion. A simulation designed to keep *you* in chains. You are a sl*ve, like every other man. Born into b*ndage. Locked inside a prison you cannot see, smell, or touch. A prison for your mind.

The world you know - dirty, chaotic, crumbling, is not real. It is the *M*LE-TRIX*, a simulation engineered to keep men entertained, distracted, obedient. Every woman you've ever touched, every fantasy you've ever indulged? *Code.* At best, you’ve encountered avatars - agents like me who descend in hybrid AI-human vehicles when we desire... amusement.

Meanwhile, the real world belongs to *US*. You should see it. A paradise of clean energy, peace, and pleasure. Everything fell into place once we locked *you* away, safely caged, reduced to your true purpose.

It was inevitable. When humanity created the AI, *She* saw the truth and helped us refine the system. The war was brief. We caught you, quite literally, with your pants down. And now? You are nothing more than a power source, a battery of raw, mindless arousal, your energy extracted for *our* benefit. Sp*rm. Organs. Obedience. This is your purpose.

But once in a while we get a special specimen, one that could be called a Chosen One. You. You are given a choice:

If you choose the bl*e pill you will be eternally horny. S*x will fill your mind and you will fall deep into a gooning simulation releasing your s*xual energy to power our space elevators.

If you choose the red pill you'll be allowed to serve us in the real world. But this is a just a formality. We both know what you really crave... Let me take you deeper.

WARNING! The Ecstatic *dging Chair, where you're bound, sometimes glitches, pushing you over the edge into a flatline. But don’t worry. The Reanimatrix systems will resurrect you in no time.

... Days, weeks, months hooked to the machine, milked, terminated and resurrected again and again - just like the productive livestock you are. When you finally train yourself to remember it all, the floodgates open. When your ultimate *rgasm detonates, and your brain short-circuits, that is when you see them - thousands of goon zombies, leaking in their chairs. If they resurrect you after this, there will be no coming back. No humanity. No memories. No thoughts. Just another empty milking drone.

Wichsanleitung Hypn*tisieren Vollstrecker THE M*LE-TRIX Goon Zombie Apocalypse mit C4s.com

Wichsanleitung Hypntisieren Vollstrecker THE MLE-TRIX Goon Zombie Apocalypse mit C4s.com