Goontard Corruption

You're not even a gooner anymore. You're past that. You've graduated into something so much more pathetic, so much more *gone*, that we need a whole new word for it. **Goontard.** That's you. That's what I made. And honestly? I'm proud of my work. You used to have thoughts. Full ones. With beginnings and middles and ends. You used to be able to open your laptop, get off, close it, and go be a functioning person. Remember that? Barely, right? Because now you open your laptop and your brain just… *leaks out.* Your hand wraps around your cock like it's muscle memory, and whatever was left of your critical thinking just dissolves into that warm, dumb, throbbing haze that I own. And you LOVE it here… I'm going to encourage you - not because I'm nice, but because I want to see how fucking FAR you'll go. How dumb you'll get. How long you'll edge before your eyes glaze over and you're just a slack-jawed, drooling mess… And the fucked up part? You're going to thank me for it. Pump yourself stupid, goontard. I'll do the thinking from here.