I have no “rizz”. I have no “game”. I am not “funny” or “relatable” nor do I possess a “good vibe”. Women are absolutely repulsed by me. I suck the joy from every room I enter and coat the entire space in a thick miasma of judgmental misanthropy which suffocates the very things young women need to exist— layers upon layers of stupid, glaze-eyed normie chuckle humour and irony and “sarcasm”. Women find my presence unnerving and become psykically “icked” within moments.
It is impossible to describe in words conceivable to the human mind how much I utterly hate, despise, revile, resent, etc. women as a species, and pray for the most cruel and strange outcomes to their actions. There is nothing on this planet that makes me physically angrier than women laughing.
As for men with “rizz”, “good vibes”, or “energy”, they should be either immediately fumigated, or otherwise rendered inert by various means many of which have likely not yet been invented. All FAKECEL simps will receive their biological dues to pay for their spiritually disgusting existence.