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When I was 13 I used to play Skyrim and since I was, at the time, a very repressed gay boy the way I'd take that out is I'd always marry a woman, then quicksave, unequip my weapons, and beat the shit out of her with my fists. As far as I remember your spouse can't actually die in those games, they'd just kneel on the floor to regenerate health, so I'd just keep beating the shit out of her and chase her throughout the entirety of the city as she ran away. I did this probably fifty or sixty times tota
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The Reverse Dog Pill is the incel response to the dog pill, and the idea is that if women would rather sleep with dogs than with them, then they in turn will start sleeping with dogs instead of women. The debate around this pill was tagged “SERIOUS” on a popular incel message board which may be a strong indication it is not, in fact, taken seriously.
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.{[para]}
Be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continually pounds; it stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet. I hear you say, "How unlucky that this should happen to me!" Not at all! Say instead, "How lucky that I am not broken by what has happened and am not afraid of what is about to happen. The same blow might have struck anyone, but not many would have absorbed it without capitulation or complaint."