The toxicity of his masculinity ran through his veins like the contents of a lethal injection except it wasn’t killing him. It was fucking up his chances with women, though, and he was trying to think of ways to combat it. No woman had ever shown interest him. He had done all the right things … Continue reading Cuddle Club →

The Manosphere had become a clusterfuck. Nothing was working and no one was watching. The Philosopher had blown out in weight even further and Camp Gramps continued to say stupid shit on social media. The President was not happy. His pyramid scheme was on shaky ground and he was willing to do anything to save … Continue reading Manosphere IV: Fixing Chicks →

She thought she had seen God when her head smashed into the toilet cubicle door as he fucked her from behind, but she didn’t find Him then. She thought she had heard God when she was walking home from a night of turkey slapping with a stranger, but it had just been people yelling obscenities … Continue reading She Found God →

The aromatherapy candle lit up the back corners of the room and threw their shadows against the wall. Camp Gramps stood to attention while the President paced back and forth in the dim light of the candle’s flame. “Are you ready for your mission?” asked the President. “Yes, sir, my president,” said Camp Gramps. “What … Continue reading Manosphere III: Undercover Camp Gramps →

We all flowed down G______ Street like the turds we were. Pieces of human turd that would never live up to our potential. I was stuck in amongst a swarm of middle aged women who had given away the reward of raising children for a chance to have a “real job” like a man. There … Continue reading Office Navigation for the Modern Man →

They sat in the car with the windows up staring at the real estate agency. “Ok, son. This is it. Go in there and do a deal,” said Power Dad. “Ok,” said his son. Power Dad watched his son undo his seat belt and get out of the car. Forty-three steps and he was inside … Continue reading Power Dad →

Everything was fucked up. Things were getting so bad that for the first time since he was seven years old, the President was faced with having to get an actual job. Amidst the gentle caresses of the aromatherapy candle smoke, Camp Gramps shaved the President’s face. “Things are dire, Gramps,” said the President.“You’re a winner, … Continue reading Manosphere II: The Interrogation of Camp Gramps →

The Autist thumped the table in a retarded rage. Camp Gramps massaged his shoulders and whispered, “Easy up there, chief. You’re going to win this.” “He has to go!” said the Autist. “You’re the man. This is your show,” said Camp Gramps. “FUCKING OATH I AM THE MAN CAMP GRAMPS!” said the Autist. He calmed … Continue reading A Fictional Portrayal of the Great Manosphere Split of 2019 →

Hideto Higashiyama stared at the lines in his wife’s face as she placed the cup of tea in front of him. They ran out from her eyes and around her mouth like the lines on a road map representing rivers. She had not looked like this when they had met. Father time was a sneaky … Continue reading The Origami Rager →

They had figured him out. Saburo had been screwing the local pachinko parlour out of money for three and a half years and now the local yakuza knew. It had been an accident at first, but once he had become aware of how to win, he had refused to stop winning for one thousand and … Continue reading Pachinko Parlour Blues →