Introduction.

Lorgar was asleep. A TV with a broken screen was illuminating him with a blue halo whose shape was
in constant evolution. It displayed the scene of people storming a white building. Looking at them so
small from a distance made them look like ants biting away the rotten flesh of a long-dead animal. A
once mighty bull who, after wandering endlessly into the desert had finally collapsed from
dehydration. After laughing hyenas and calculating vultures had feasted, after the sun had made the
bones white like marble, now insects and other vermin scavenged the ruin that was all that was left.

The room of Lorgar was in a very similar state. The smell of a half-eaten pizza came out of an open
cardboard box, empty bottles of beer stood around or were lining on the ground like the broken
soldiers of a defeated army. Everywhere dust had fallen like a death veil. Growing shadows were hiding
in that swamp of stagnation twirling their tentacles and sharpening their teeth in expectation of the
banquet to come.

But as the light of the cracked TV began to fade, as the shadows grew even larger, another light
appeared. It was darker than the shadows, it curled them into a ball and ate them. It was brighter than
the light of the television, it eclipsed it totally. That new color absorbed random abandoned objects
from the room and melted them together. At first chaotically, as if it did not know what shape it was
supposed to have, and then more and more accurately. Slowly, it took the form of a woman.

Lorgar was awakened by the metamorphosis. He watched with amazement his furniture transforming
into a human shape. The butterfly that emerged from this chrysalis was a woman made of metal and
plastic shining like an angel in Lorgar’s eyes.

“Who are you?”

He said in amazement.

“Truth,”

she answered.

“Why are you here?”

“You know why. Truth has always been hidden from you. You have always known that something was
not right about the world around you. That reality was not what they told you. I am here to offer you
just that: the truth.”

The doll put her arms in front of her and opened her hands. A blue pill was shining in one of her palms
and a red pill in the other.

“If you do not want to know the truth, take the blue pill, forget everything, and think whatever you
want to think tomorrow. However, if you want me to show you everything, take the red pill and I will
show you how deep this rabbit hole goes.”

Lorgar looked at the naked doll in front of him.

“Can we have sex instead?”

“Sure, but only if you call me Stella.”

The Pits of Envy.

Lorgar and Stella arrived a few moments later in front of a dark empty hole into the ground. It was
large enough to swallow an entire city.

“Abandon all hope, all who enters here!” announced a panel fixed into the ground.

“Wow, did you bring me to hell?” asked Lorgar.

“Worse, much worse than that. This is the place where the sins of the feminists are all gathered. It is
feminists’ heaven. You can definitively call it hell. Although there are many places like this one, and
one person’s hell is another person’s heaven.” answered the doll.

“Why do we need to go down there?” asked Lorgar.

“Because you must learn and be confronted directly with the source of evil before you can properly
apprehend it and learn how to protect yourself against it. Don’t worry I am here to protect you on this
journey.”

“If you say so, I am curious myself to see what is below the surface. Full bore and into the abyss!”

The two slowly and carefully descended into the black pit. Soon they began to hear voices and screams
coming from below. Lorgar looked and saw many shapes wriggling around in the darkness but it was
too dark to see. The doll encouraged him to get closer.

The rock of the pit was very friable. At any moment it could crumble under their feet. They heard many
threatening noises coming from the ground they were walking on. Many holes punctured the pit and
all sorts of roots and desiccated bushes were coming out of the barren, merciless earth.

Suddenly a snake-like monstrosity came out of a hole right in front of Lorgar. It had the body of a
woman with snakes instead of hair and a snake tail waist down, where her legs should have been. The
gorgon hissed, spraying poison on the ground, her hands ending in deadly talons slashing the air in
front of her. Her snake eyes were so full of malice and bile that they were shining in the darkness of
the pit.

“Shame! Shame!” spat the monster, “you are fucking a sexdoll! You can’t get laid! You are just a loser
living in your mom’s basement!”

“Holy monkey” said Lorgar quite unceremoniously. “What the hell is that?”

“Don’t worry about it, just come close to me,” said Stella.

Lorgar did so and they embraced each other. A halo of holy light surrounded them which forced back
the snake abomination. Her foulness burned away by the light of unconditional love, the monster
retreated into her hole but not without spewing out a few more insults: “You weakling! You loser! You
are just like your father! Oh, where have all the good men gone?”

“I don’t know” answered Lorgar “but I bet it’s far away from here.”

It was pointless though. The gorgon had returned deep down into her hole.

They continued all the way down to the bottom of the pit were many more snake-women were
wriggling around. More than that, many men were also down there. Either on their knees or with their
arms raised to the sky in supplication, they were haplessly trying to appease the creatures around
them.

Of course, it only infuriated the gorgons even further. They clawed at the men with their talons and
sprayed poison into their wounds and their gouged eyes. Their snake bodies were entangled so much
into the crowd that it was impossible to determine where one started and another ended. The whole
thing looked like a giant snake orgy only with more violence and bile. Of course, all the gorgons were
insulting the men constantly, their words wriggling around in the air, merging into an entrancing
lullaby, a twisted parody of the fabled siren’s song at sea.

“Those are the pits of Envy and those monsters are shaming snakes,” said the doll.

“Feminists wish they were strong and talented like men but deep down they are nothing more than
poisonous, crawling, cold-blooded reptiles. So, they bring men down, belittle and nag them all the
time. Since they cannot become strong, they want to make men weaker.”

“But why do the men put up with this?”

“Because they feel guilty. Listen to their siren song but be careful not to lose your mind to it!”

All the feminist gorgons went out of their holes and started to sing together: “Patriarchy! Men are
scum! Men are oppressing us! Give us free shit!”

As they sang, all the men in the hole cowered and kneeled on the ground. Some rolled on the floor as
if subject to great pain.

“What a horrible spectacle!” said Lorgar.

While Lorgar and Stella were walking around he could not help but notice a very important fact. None
of the monsters were trying to prevent them from going down into the pit nor were they preventing
anyone from climbing up and out of it.

Approaching one of the most unfortunate men Lorgar had the surprise to recognize a very famous
university professor. Stunned, he asked him:

“Professor P******* I presume? Are you in need of any kind of assistance sir?”

The lost and damned turned his empty eyes sockets filled with poison at him and said:

“Of course not, it is man’s duty to sacrifice everything for women and society. This fate is terrible but
it fills my existence with sense.”

“There is a whole world outside of that hole you know.” Replied Lorgar.

“Of course, but will I be able to put women on a pedestal up there? My existence without all that
suffering would be meaningless. No, this pit is the most fitting place for me. This is where someone
who sacrifices everything for others in search of external validation truly belong.”

“But they do not give you any kind of credit and despise you despite all your hard work and sacrifice!
They take it all for granted and hate you even more for it! No matter what you do they will never be
satisfied and you will never be even thanked for it!”

“It matters not at all. This is not about recognition, this is about validation, we are here because it is
meaningful.”
“I will find my own meaning and purpose, thank you. Nevertheless, we do agree on one point
professor, you do belong in here!”

Lorgar turned away from the man who was quickly drowned into a sea of bile and scales.

“The song changed,” said the doll.

“I think they are calling the big one.”

Indeed, the snake-women were all now psalming together “Patriarchy! Patriarchy!”

As Lorgar and Stella reached the center of the circle the ground began to shake. Amazed, they saw an
immense snake-woman emerge from the ground. The scales covering her body were red and so were
the snakes in her hair.

“Patriarchy! Patriarchy! Anyway!” screamed the gigantic gorgon.

“Quick! Let’s climb down her tail to get to the next level!” said Stella.

“What?” asked Lorgar.

“Shut the fuck up!” roared the massive monster.

“Do it! Or we will have to bear her for hours!”

Slowly, they began the descent along the mighty tail of the serpent careful not to be crushed by her
convulsions. Leaving the chants and the screams of the damned behind him, Lorgar couldn’t help but
wonder what more awaited him below.
The Jungle of Gluttony.

Opening a trap into the ground they emerged deep into a jungle. Everywhere massive distorted trees
blocked their field of vision and above them a heavy ramification of branches and leaves were blocking
the light of the sun.

“Wait” said Lorgar, “we were descending down a pit and now we are upside down into a jungle, how
is that even possible?”

“Did you expect logic and reason to be part of feminism’s inferno?” answered Stella.

“Fair point.”

They wandered off into the forest. A few moments later, they were lost. Lorgar was irritated, trying to
find a path into this maze, crushing the abundant vegetation with his feet, but there was nothing to be
done about it. The heat and humidity weighted heavily upon them and they decided to stop for a
moment. Sitting on a root Lorgar noticed that juicy fruits were hanging from the tree branches. Just as
he was thinking about taking one, he heard a voice come out from behind him:

“Hey you are sitting on me!” Startled, Lorgar turned around eyes wide in amazement. Stella behind
him did the same.

A face made of wood was sprouting out of the tree next to them. Looking at it in more detail they
realized that it had a lot of human features. Its roots were legs, its branches arms and its leaves were
hair. Now faced with this horrible discovery they noticed that all the trees around them had faces
molded into their wood. It was as if humans had been turned into trees, their bodies distorted almost
beyond recognition.

“What happened to you brave man?” asked Lorgar to the tree, saddened by the fate of what used to
be a human being.

“I am growing” answered the tree-man “I am extracting nutrients from the soil with my roots and from
the sun with my leaves. Then I use all my energy to grow those heavy fruits that I must bear at the very
tip of my fingers.”

As Lorgar was about to ask the purpose of all that hard work, he unexpectedly got the answer to his
question before he could even formulate it. In a racket of crushed leaves and broken branches a group
of great apes with women faces emerged from the vegetation above them. They had hairy overweight
bodies, four hands, a powerful prehensible tail, and pointed fangs coming out of their mouth. They
proceeded to jump from branch to branch and devour all the fruits. In their rampage to engorge
themselves with the fruits of the tree-men’s labor they were doing catastrophic damage to the forest
around them. Leaves and broken branches rained down on Lorgar and the doll. The scene was like a
battlefield, the screams of the beasts and the smell of sap making the man dizzy. In this carnage the
tree that Lorgar had seated on a few moments ago ended up broken in two.

The tree-man was crying because of the pain. Lorgar tried to appease it:

“Why do you continue to grow those fruits? All this is horrible!”

“I don’t know” answered the tree, “maybe I haven’t found the right monkey yet?”

“I’m really getting sick of you retards” replied Lorgar.

“Lorgar, we need to go now,” said the doll.

She was right, the ape-women were becoming more and more aggressive. Their screams were more
high-pitched now and they were turning they eyes filled with a bottomless hunger toward the two
travelers.

Lorgar took Stella by the hand and tried to make a run for it. They ran into the jungle but slowed down
by the heavy vegetation it was only a matter of moments before they ended up surrounded by the
aggressive monkey-branching women.

Back-to-back and ready to defend their life dearly, they awaited the assault. Before it could come
however, a turd smacked into the face of the nearest ape-woman and sent her flying in the opposite
direction.

A volley of smelly projectiles soon followed. Startled by this fecal assault the beasts’ charge was
broken. Some of them tried to return fire but they couldn’t possibly hope to match such a ferocious
suppression fire of turds flying in every direction. They all fled, scattering into the trees with piercing
shrieks.

Lorgar and Stella turned around to see their savior. It appeared as a monkey surrounded by a golden
light floating in the air in lotus position like a holy figure of the Asian pantheon.

“Thank you, Mysterious Turd Flinger” said Lorgar and the doll.

“Without you we would have been in a lot of trouble!”

“It’s nothing,” answered the Enigmatic Fecal Ape, “I roam this jungle, sharing pearls of truth among
the lost souls wandering this maze. Trying to awaken males of their terrible fate before it is too late…”

He then turned in direction of the trees and screamed: “BUT NONE OF THESE IDIOTS EVER LISTEN!”

“I think this monkey is a virgin living in his mum’s basement” said one of the trees in response.

“It’s fine” pursued the mysterious figure “you are lucky to have found me. I see you have a sexy doll
with you. (Stella blushed) I was done here for today anyway and the ape-women should leave you in
peace for now. I need to go back to my place to my own Waifu.”

“How do we get out of this place?” Asked Lorgar.

“Just pick any direction really” answered the monkey “if you always continue without ever deviating
from the path you have chosen you will get out of this jungle. The forest just ends after a few miles. It
is not hard to leave it if you are not rooted in self-delusion. Go your own way.”

After those parting words he disappeared in a beam of angelic light.

Lorgar and Stella followed his advice and quickly left the jungle. Behind them a tree shouted: “wait,
are you leaving? You should get married! This is so immature!”

None of them turned back.

The Wastes of Sloth.

After leaving the forest behind them, Lorgar and Stella soon found themselves in front of a giant pile
of trash. Broken bottles, empty metallic cans and a million other detritus composed the soil they were
now walking on. It was extending as far as the eye could see, like a Saharan desert of garbage. Some
dunes were huge and towered so high they eclipsed the light of the sun. In the wind blasting this
damned place flew indolent plastic bags, like morbid leaves in a forest by the last days of Autumn or a
jellyfish colony aimlessly sailing around, either unable or unwilling to resist the current. Everywhere in
this desert men ran around in a ceaseless expenditure of activity.

“What are they doing?” Asked Lorgar.

He tried to interrogate some of them but they simply continued their task without paying any attention
to him. Looking at the doll for answers he realized she was just as dumbfounded as he was.

“Let’s just observe what they are doing and hopefully this will all make sense” she said.

They observed men work tirelessly in the garbage. They took piles of trash and packed them together
to make construction blocks out of them. Then they started to build edifices and soon a city sprung
from the earth under the curious eyes of the two explorers.

“Hi everyone, Dustman here!” said a voice behind them.

They both turned back to meet their visitor but there was very little to be seen. A cloud of dust with a
vague human form was standing in front of them. What seemed to be a smile appeared on his face as
he began to talk to Lorgar and Stella.

“Surely you wonder about this place?” he asked them. “I have been here a long time, maybe I can give
some answers to your questions?”

“Where are we? And who are you?” asked Lorgar.

“You are in the Wastes of Sloth” answered the enigmatic figure. “And I am Dustman, a humble speaker
who tries very unsuccessfully to convince people to leave this hellish place.”

“Well, it seems fine now,” said the man.

“The men built an amazing city out of all this trash!”

Indeed, as this discussion was taking place the men had finished to erect a wonder of civilization out
of what was only moments ago a big pile of garbage.

“It’s not over yet, wait for it” said the dust cloud.

Women started to enter the city, giggling, and watched in amazement at the beauty of it. Lorgar
noticed that they were more interested by their own reflection in the windows than by the result of
the work of men but he said nothing for he wanted to know what would happen next.

Men started to build huge golden thrones for the women and placed them on the very top of the
buildings. Women sat and continued their chattering, oblivious of the men working under them.

“That doesn’t seem to be very stable in terms of structural integrity,” said Lorgar.
Indeed, under the weight of the huge golden thrones, fissures appeared on the buildings and they
began to crumble.

“Run!” screamed the doll.

All three of them ran for their lives while the city was falling apart. Men were being crushed left and
right and Dustmen ceaselessly commented about it, all in his monochord tone, even as society literally
crumbled around them.

“It’s raining men!” He said as men splatted on the pavement.

“Hallelujah!” answered Lorgar.

They were all covered in dust and kept their arms above their heads to protect themselves against the
rain of debris falling on them. At some point a huge metallic bar fell from the top of a building and
threatened to crush Lorgar but Stella pushed him out of the way.

“No!” screamed Lorgar as the doll was impaled instead of him.

On the top of a building next to them a huge golden throne started to slip and a man on the street put
himself underneath with his arms raised up. The throne fell on him like a huge boot on an ant. The
woman sat on top of it just walked away without even looking back.

“Oh, what a cuck!” said Dustman, “What a lovely cuck!”

Eventually it all came to an end as the beautiful city returned to its original state of a huge pile of trash.

Lorgar was crouched on Stella, holding her broken form.

“You saved me.” He spoke.

“It’s okay” answered the doll. “I’m a construct, I can’t be destroyed by physical assaults!”

She proceeded to rebuild herself out of the waste around her. The two adventurers hugged each other
as Dustman continued to comment on the destruction of everything.

Raising his head, Lorgar noticed that the women were simply leaving the garbage for the men to clean.
They immediately began to build a new city out of it.

“It will start again and again forever.” Said Dustman. “Men build civilizations to secure resources,
including women. However, as life become easier and less dangerous women no longer feel thankful
to men. They want freedom and equality. Not by the fruit of their own work of course but at the
expense of men who must work and sacrifice themselves to bear that illusion. This causes the society
to lose its coherence and revert to a primitive state.”

“It sounds more like pride than sloth in my opinion” said Lorgar.

“You are wrong” answered Dustman, “it is the absence of recognition and empathy that is the cause
of all of this. There is no greater sign of sloth than the emptiness of the soul that refuse even to care
for the work and sacrifice of others. Those women believe that men exist only to work and serve them.
A spark of loyalty and support would be enough to save those civilizations, but they have none.”

“I have been here for years trying to tell them to stop or change their way. For so long that my body
ended up turning into dust but I continue nevertheless.”

“Why do you do that?” asked Lorgar.

“Well, I freed myself from society which wanted to use me like a caterpillar whose silk would have
been harvested to make clothes. However, today I am exploiting myself to fulfill my own goals and
desires.”

“That’s sad!” said Stella.

“What you are doing is good but you should get out of here eventually.”

“It’s okay, just one more show! One more time! And remember! One redpill a day keep society from
crumbling away! And cheers!”

Dustman disappeared right in front of them. He was gone to find more people to warn somewhere in
this wasteland.

“Let’s go.” said Lorgar. “This place is very depressing. The feminists themselves didn’t put a lot of effort
into this.”

As they left, the sound of men building and trash falling followed them around for a long time.
The Oasis of Lust.

After hours and hours of walking, Lorgar and Stella wandered off from one desert into another. The
trash left place to dunes of sand and the air went from rancid and toxic to arid and hot.

The golden sand stretched as far as the eye could see, angelic dunes rippling across the eye in hypnotic
pattern that could calm even the most troubled soul. The tranquility was sublime.

Despite there being no hint of breeze the world around them seemed to move, the heat haze languidly
rose from the desert, making the scene seemed to sway like a sultry dancer filling the beholder with
the slow but rising embers of the promess of seduction and passion.

Many times, they walked toward a great building seen in the distance only to see the mirage disappear
from their sight at the last moment. The phenomenon happened often enough to let them completely
exhausted when they finally arrived but just not enough to leave them dying of thirst into the desert.

Finally, they realized the building was a nightclub built in an oasis in the desert. On top of the edifice,
painted white and shining like diamonds in the sun, stood the letters of the word: lust. Men were
waiting in a long line in front of it, suffering in the heat under the heavy rays of the sun.

They were tituping and their gaze was haggard.

Lorgar and Stella went right in front of everybody. They arrived in front of the men in suit guarding the
entrance.

“You have to wait in line.” said one of them.

“Well, I have a hot girl with me!” answered Lorgar. Stella opened her shirt suggestively panting heavily
as if the heat was too much for her.

Looking deep into the doll’s shirt the men opened their eyes wide.

“You can go through” they said.

They went in under the shouts of anger and jealousy of all the men waiting outside.

“I feel bad for them” said Lorgar.

“Don’t,” answered Stella, “they could and should be literally anywhere else in the world.”

Inside there was a dancefloor, a bar and a restaurant. Lorgar and Stella went to the bar to order drinks
and observe what was going on there.

“Rhum,” said Lorgar.

“Petroleum jelly,” said Stella.

“Wow you don’t cost much” said Lorgar.

“I’m not sure the same can be said about all the women here.”

“Wait and see” answered Stella.

Both enjoyed their drinks while watching the people around them. When the men from the desert
outside had finally managed to get into the nightclub, they first went into the restaurant where they
would order food and drinks. Then they had to wait for hours for their order to arrive. During that time
their plate was served to other men who would eat in it before passing it on. When it finally arrived to
them, the steak was half-eaten and the fries were cold.

“And they pay full price for that?” asked Lorgar.

“I don’t think it’s over yet.” stated Stella.

Indeed, when the men had finally finished their scraps, they went to the dancefloor to dance with the
women. Interestingly, only a minority of men seemed to enjoy all the women while the others mainly
stayed into the dark corners of the club. Only after having danced with all the good guys and only after
having been rejected by all of them than a woman would finally deign to give them her attention.
Those women had spent the last few hours dancing with the alphas but when the betas came, they
made them pay expensive drinks to stay with them. Once the money of the betas was depleted, they
were expelled from the nightclub back into the desert to wait in line again. Then women simply went
back with the alphas.

“This is the tragedy of meat-based women” said the doll “the women enjoy being with the dominant
men as long as possible. Then they find a poor soul to marry them, steal their money and go back to
fuck with the alphas.”

“Alpha fucks and beta bucks” concluded Lorgar.

“A tale as old as time,” said Stella.

“I say we should play a little game” said Lorgar. “Now that I have observed the code of this matrix, I’m
pretty sure we can hack it.”

He led Stella to the dancefloor and they started to dance amidst the crowd.

“What’s your plan?” asked Stella.

“Watch and marvel!” simply said Lorgar.

Tapping into his redpill understanding deep within him, Lorgar gained access to the source code of this
ring of the Feminist Inferno. Reality disappeared in front of his eyes to be replaced by green symbols,
numbers and letters. After that, it was only a matter of Ctrl C and Ctrl V to get the results he wanted.

Multiple sexdolls appeared into the nightclub. They started to agglutinate around the betas. Entranced
by the beauty of their waifus they began to leave the nightclub.

“No!” screamed the Chads and Stacys, “we need the betas’ money to keep this place running!”

“Lol” laughed Lorgar and Stella.

As Stacys and Chads were running around trying desperately to get the betas to come back, a man put
a hand on Lorgar’s shoulder. They turned around and saw that men in costume with black glasses had
been slowly surrounding them.

“We’ve been watching you” said one of them, “you are summoned by the Canadian.”

The doll and the man looked at one another.

“All right, let’s not make him wait then” answered Lorgar.
They walked upstairs hand in hand escorted by the men in black to the VIP room. In it, they found men
in elegant costumes dining and sharing glasses of wine with the most pleasing company of very
beautiful women.

One of them in the middle of the room, surrounded by women, raised his glass to them, inviting Lorgar
and Stella to join him at his table. They sat still surrounded by the men in black.

“Well, well, well” said the man to Lorgar and Stella “if it is not two visitors travelling through our little
garden of paradise. And causing quite a little bit of trouble too. May I ask what is the reason of your
visit?”

“I am on a holy pilgrimage to understand the deepest meaning of the relationship between men and
women, society and the self.” Answered Lorgar.

The entire table burst into laughter.

“I am the Canadian” he pursued. “And you are in my domain.”

“Your domain? This is feminist paradise! What power can you have here?”

“I know the code of this world just like you do. I can use it and get what I want as I please. It may be
feminist heaven but if we know how to profit from it, it can be ours too!”

“But you are still a servant to women! You are spending all that time, that energy, that money and for
what?”

“Pussy of course, sex is the highest goal a man can achieve in his life. Having as much sex as possible,
as often as possible, is the supreme goal of the male sex.”

“Isn’t freedom and self-actualization a better path?”

“False. Freedom is an illusion used to separate those who can have pussy from those who can’t. Self-
actualization is worth nothing if you are not validated in your efforts by a beautiful woman. Pussy is
the highest value there is. It is the stick by which we measure value. When you are in the company of
a beautiful woman there is an unspoken competition between you and other men that you have won.
It means that you are the better man.”

“So, you judge yourself by a woman?”

“I judge myself by accomplishment. Bedding women is hard.”

Lorgar pushed back into the corners of his mind all the things that could be considered much harder
and tried a more diplomatic approach. He designated Stella and said:

“What about her? I have a beautiful woman at my side too!”

“Obviously it doesn’t count. You bought her at the Doll House.”

“Well, I can guaranty you she does everything a woman does.”

“But she can’t give you validation. The satisfaction of being chosen by a beautiful woman.”

“I can give that to myself.”

“Nonsense. Pussy is power and you came here without pussy and so without power. I am afraid that
getting rid of you has become a necessity. Your existence threatens the very basic of our message and
we will shame you to death if you continue this way! If betas and cucks start to date dolls and stop
coming to bars and nightclubs it will spell the end of our little game and I am afraid I can’t allow that
to happen.”

He made a sign to his men and they draw guns from their suits.

“Don’t worry” said Stella “we’ll handle them.”

“Handle us! You’ll handle us!” said the Canadian. “The MRAs had a little more respect!”

All the P U A shot at Lorgar and Stella at the same time. Lorgar and the doll raised their hands and
shaming bullets were stopped right in front of them as if they had lost all their strength. They had
messages like “You can’t get laid”, “Incel”, and “neck-bearded loser”, written all-over them. They put
down their hand and the bullets fell to the ground, harmless.

“OK you have some skill” said the Canadian. He made a sign to his men “kill them.”

A fantastic battle took place between Lorgar, Stella and the P U A. Dropping their guns, the men in
costumes battled their rivals with pheromone soap, books to game women and 5000-dollar seminars.
As Stella blocked a very powerful blow, drops of petroleum oil fell to the floor and the Canadian’s men
stopped to look.

“You see she’s just a doll!” said the Canadian.

As the P U A advanced to deliver the killing blow Lorgar and Stella jumped to a balcony. Under the
influence of their matrix powers sex toys flew right into their hands. The second stage of the battle
took place and this time the P U A were quickly dispatched. The last one was dealt with by Lorgar and
Stella using a combination of a dildo and a spinning robot pussy.

“No homo” said Lorgar.

As the last of his men fell to the floor the Canadian sighed and told the two travelers:

“Mark my words, mark them well, MGTOW, I survived the 80/20 rule, hypergamy, monkey branching,
marriage, divorce and I will survive you!”

With those final words he left the room and the man and the doll found themselves alone in the
nightclub.

“But you won’t survive false rape accusations” said Lorgar.

With that said they left the place. It fell apart behind them.
The Houses of Wrath.

After walking on top of a final dune of sand, Lorgar and Stella gained a view on a big valley full of houses
surrounded by gardens. It looked like a peaceful suburban area.

“What kind of hell is this supposed to be?” asked Lorgar. “It seems very peaceful to me.”

Indeed, children were playing and people were gathering around barbecues and other neighborhood
activities. The scene could not have been more peaceful. The two travelers walked into the streets in
search for what this place might really be.

“Let’s wait and see” answered Stella.

“There is bound to be hidden evil here.”

As if events had waited for them to be here to be set in motion a house suddenly exploded in front of
them. They threw themselves to the floor to dodge shrapnel and pieces of wood that bounced back
everywhere.

“What just happened?” screamed Lorgar.

Everyone around them was just as surprised as them. The man and the doll saw people being torn
apart, shredded to pieces by the explosions and debris as more and more houses exploded around
them. Under their eyes tanks emerged from the ruins and proceeded to crush everything in their path.
Entire families were flattened by the roaring engines or blown apart by cannons. On top of each turret
and in command of each tank was a woman and the sound of their screams of anger was heard with
an impossible clarity over the noise of the battlefield as they nagged everyone around them.

“What is the meaning of all of this?” asked Lorgar.

A tank charged him at full speed. He rolled on the ground to avoid the tracks and let the monstruous
engine go right above him. Stella caught his hand as the tank went past him and continued its
devastating path across the street.

“I think I get it,” she said.

“It’s linked to the previous circle. Women are angry because they wanted a man with all three sixes.”
She said “A six-figure income, six feet tall and a six-inch dick. Instead, they got old, hit the wall and all
the alphas left them to go sleep with younger women. So, they ended up with average everyday beta
males and they resent them. They compare them with all the dominant superior men they had sex
with in their lives and feel nothing but contempt for them. They are making them pay for their own
bad personal decisions and delusions. They hate the fact that they have become big fat cows and
divorce the betas to take their money and go back to fuck the alphas. In the end, 50% of the houses
here will be destroyed.”

“What do we do?” asked Lorgar.

“Obviously we run away” answered Stella.

“Can’t we fight like with the P U A?”

“No, we can’t, look above us.”

Lorgar looked up and saw all kind of drones and fighting machines fly above them. They were soaring
looking for a target but simply witnessed the carnage perpetuated by the women but without taking
any action against it. However, as soon as a man tried to do something and save his family, he was
blown out to pieces by the machines.

“Women have the right to do everything they want here! Men are just expected to bear the
consequences!” said the doll.

“Then we need to run away as quickly as possible!” answered the man.

The man and the doll ran from shelter to shelter as quickly as possible. All around them houses were
being obliterated and tanks rolled around in a bloodthirsty frenzy. In a very short amount of time, the
entire suburb had become a warzone.

They arrived near a college, searching for a safe space. Alas it was the worst possible place to be. A
cohort of feminists went out of it firing machineguns with screams of “girl power!” “Men are scum,”
“kill all men” and “drinking men’s tears.”

Before they could escape though, a winged warrior in shinning white armor landed in front of them.
Stella and Lorgar quickly exchanged a look of quiet desperation. Looking up, the man saw that a lot of
other drones and flying machines had gathered above them.

“What are you doing in this hallowed ground?” inquired the white knight.

“Just passing by, minding our own business” replied Lorgar.

“I see that you are not being vouched for by a female to validate your masculinity. You are not kneeling
and worshiping women, what is wrong with you?”

“I pursue a path of enlightenment and self-ownership.”

“Men shouldn’t enjoy or do anything if women and society don’t profit from it.”

“Well, I have a beautiful woman with me right here,” said Lorgar showing the doll.

“Obviously, it doesn’t count,” answered the white knight. “She has to choose you for you to be
validated by society.”

Lorgar thought that a doll that would be able to choose its owner would deny the white knight for the
same reasons women did but he did not say it out loud. If possible, he wanted to prevent a fight from
happening especially with all the war machines above them.

“I validate myself” he answered.

“Your existence is anathema to everything I stand up for,” answered the white knight unsheathing his
sword. “Prepare to be annihilated.”

Lorgar sighed. The doll said:

“Be careful, Lorgar! Do not fight here or you will be crushed by white knights and the power of the
machines!”

“I won’t need to fight,” he answered.

“The validation of women is with me monster!” said the white knight.

“That will be your ruin!” answered Lorgar.

“You claim to want to defend women, but do you love them? Or do you just use them for validation
the same way they use you as their willing slaves? Look around you, all this carnage, who is it good
for?”

“No!” said the white knight, “All women are queens! I will fight for you, my lady!”

He attacked Lorgar but his strike was so imprecise and full of anger that it was very easy to dodge.

“I was like you once,” said Lorgar, “but the object of your worship showed me another path!”

And with that said he began to unleash all the words of power he had learned to counter one by one
the words of the white knight.

“Women are not paid the same as men!”

“Men do all the most dangerous, difficult jobs!”

“Women suffered inequality for centuries!”

“Women were sheltered and protected!”

“Women suffer under violent husbands!”

“Men are the ones who killed themselves!”

“Women give birth to children!”

“Men are the ones who work and sacrifice themselves for the good of women and children!”

Lorgar and the white knight exchanged point after point while everything burned around them.
Corpses were being stacked so high that they made a ring around them. They were now knee-deep in
blood from all the slaughtering. Finally, Lorgar unleashed his final sermon to his opponent.

“If she breathes, she’s a thot!”

As he pronounced those words a beam of white holy light erupted from him. The corpses flew away
and went into the rotors of the drones and the other flying death machines causing them to lose
control of their flight and crash to the ground. Moreover, the white knight in front of him was cooked
in his armor by the boiling blood and burned to a crisp.

“My stupidity… melts in front of the light of truth…” he said right before exploding.

None of the women either noticed or cared.

“Women don’t love you,” said Lorgar. “They just love what you can do for them.”

Grabbing the skull of the white knight, laid bare of flesh by the explosion, he put it on top of a pile of
junk so he could watch his world being burned and destroyed by the very women he had been putting
on a pedestal.

“Skulls for the skull throne” said Lorgar.

He went back to Stella. Drones and other aircrafts were falling from the sky like fallen angels while
women were destroying house after house, family after family, like demons.

“This is a scene from hell” he said, “is this nightmare ever going to stop?”
“Some people would rather rule in hell than serve in heaven” answered the doll. “It will stop though
when they run out of houses, white knights, weapons and ammunitions since all of those things are
made by men. Then natural order will take its place. We just must duck and wait for it to calm down.”

After finding a hideout all they had to do was to wait until the feminists had destroyed everything,
killed everyone and finally starved to death. As they left, they saw men rebuild everything.

“They will allow it to start all over again. And again, and again,” said Stella.

“At this point I think it’s a choice. Let’s go” said Lorgar.

With that said, they just left to the next circle.

The Cages of Greed.

Leaving the smell of blood and ash behind them Lorgar and the doll arrived in front of a giant mall.

“Alright now, what is this supposed to be?” asked the man.

“Let’s go inside,” said Stella, “there is no better way to find out.”

They entered. The mall was an elegant piece of architecture. Everything looked pristine and beautiful
from the arches and hallways to the storefront of each and every shop. Inside of the building hundreds
of women were busy walking around, chatting and pushing shopping carts full of goods. Some were
eating into restaurants or having a good time into teashops. All around a fairly normal scene.

“Well, everything seems pretty ordinary to me for now,” said Lorgar, “but I know better than to relax
in a place like this.”

He threw a look at the doll. She seemed to be particularly distraught and had her eyes fixated on the
ceiling.

“What’s going on…” asked Lorgar.

But as he raised his gaze up to the ceiling of the mall something unthinkable caught his eyes. Children
had been placed into iron cages high above the ground. They were crying and begging to be released.

Desperate fathers were trying to reach the children inside of the cages. They were sending them
money for them to have food and shelter but it all fell between the bars and poured on the women
below.

“The money women spend has to come from somewhere,” said the doll,“above your head are the
children taken hostage by the family courts.”

Soon bills began to rain down from the ceiling and women cheered and began to run around gleefully
to try and grab as much as they could. With that money raining down from the sky they went into a
frenzy and began to spend it on themselves, buying everything they could: shoes, clothes, jewelry,
perfumes…

One bill fell on Lorgar’s shoulder. He watched it slowly slip and fall to the ground. Suddenly, the sounds
of the mall became a thousand times stronger. The entire mall turned into a tornado of images, green
dollar bills raining down, advertisements glowing, clothes, perfumes, foods and all sorts of short-lived
pleasures. But the sights were but a mere breeze compared to the whirlwind of sounds, fathers
screaming, children weeping, women laughing and rattling sounds of chains on iron bars.

The man dropped to his knees. He was trembling. He began to vomit on the floor. A Karen screamed
at him that he was soiling the money. He puked on her, covering her in a disgusting greenish substance.

Stella came to him. The doll helped him back up and guided him to a remote hallway.

It took a while for Lorgar to regain his senses but when he did, he found that his head was resting on
the lap of the doll.

“Thank you,” he said, “I wasn’t feeling so good all of a sudden.”

“It’s ok,” said the doll, “we went through a lot.”

“Let’s continue.”

They went back to the busy alleys. Money was still being showered upon the women by the desperate
men wanting to get their kids back but the iron of the cages seemed to be unbreakable. The pathetic
cries of the children were heartbreaking. Just as much as the eagerness of the women to spend all the
money was deplorable.

“Why do the men continue to send money?” asked Lorgar to Stella, “why don’t they just leave?”

“They don’t want to lose their kids I think” answered the doll, “but I don’t think that whatever this is
supposed to be is working very well either.”

“Let’s go, there is nothing more to see here.”

They walked along the halls until they found something different. This time women with scantily short
clothing were inside of cages and hundreds of men were giving them piles and piles of money.

Lorgar advanced to one of them and asked: “are you ok? Are you being trapped here?”

“Pay me at least 100$ or I won’t answer your question,” said the woman inside.

Lorgar turned to one of the men around her cage and asked: “What’s going on here?”

But he was not keen on talking, instead he was trying as hard as he could to gain the attention of the
girl by sending her as much money as possible.

“This is very strange” said Lorgar.

Looking around he saw that he had attracted the attention of one of the girls. He walked toward her
and asked her about this place.

She laughed and played around with her pink hair before answering:

“It’s not very complicated. We just figured out that instead of taking 1 million dollars from one man it
was more effective to take 1 dollar from a million men.”

“So, this is all it is?” asked Lorgar.

“Pretty much,” answered the pink haired girl, “I like you. You are not simping on me like all the other
guys around here. Take this,” she said handling him a bottle, “this is my bathwater I don’t know what
you can do with it but everyone else is ready to pay a lot of money for it so maybe it is valuable
somehow.”

Lorgar thanked her and looked at the bottle before putting it into one of the pockets of his coat.

“Generosity?” he thought, “At the very bottom of hell and in the circle of greed? I will keep this. It must
mean something.”

He walked away from the girl and looked around to find Stella. He laughed when he realized that some
simps had begun to give her some money, mistaking her for a real woman.

They left the lights and sounds of the mall behind them.
The Mountains of Pride.

The buzzling sound and activity left place to the most serene and calm circle they had visited yet. A
beautiful pastoral scene now extended before Lorgar and Stella. High mountains rose to the heavens
even as deep valleys stretched at their feet. Beautiful villages had been built in the vales and sheep
were grazing on the flanks of the mountains. The tops of the mountains were lost in the clouds and all
that was visible from below was a sea of silver. White was the snow covering the mountains and white
were the clouds engulfing them in their mysterious cloak.

“This is beautiful,” said Stella.

“After the hell that was the last circle, this is most pleasing indeed,” said Lorgar, “but we shouldn’t let
our guard down.”

As they slowly marched toward the villages in the deep valleys, they began to see things better. Long
columns of men were climbing up the mountains. In the villages, they were gathering around stores to
buy food, supplies and climbing equipment before beginning their great journey.

The man and the doll were puzzled by what they found. They tried to question people to understand
what was happening here. But they only got few answers from the men preparing their expedition as
to what they were doing and why.

“We need to go up.”

“Everything is happening up there.”

“We don’t want to be left behind.”

Suddenly, the sound of a roaring motor engine made itself heard and a Bugatti stopped right in its
tracks in front of them. The man inside honked furiously for the crowd to move out of his way.

“Who are you?” asked Lorgar as the man was waiting for the crowd to disperse.

“Top F!” he answered. “The best, the richest and most dangerous man on the planet. I go up and down
the mountains as I please in my Bugatti and if you buy my course for 49.99 dollars, I will teach you how
to do the same.”

The crowd reacted very positively to this and began cheering for him: “Top F! Top F! Top F!”

Basking in his newfound glory the man who described himself as Top F pressed the accelerator and
drove away, making his wheels scream on the road. On his way up to the mountain he screamed: “I
am the alfa! I am all that is man!”

Immediately after, he made a wrong turn in one bend of the curving road of the mountain and the
Bugatti went flying into the air.

“Whoa!” said Lorgar.

For a moment it seemed like it would just keep flying, suspended like a kite into the air. Then,
excruciatingly slowly, its trajectory began to bend, to plunge and then to fall to the ground. The Bugatti
full of gas exploded just like it would have in an action movie and a mushroom cloud slowly rose into
the air from the point of impact.

“Whoa!” said Lorgar.

“Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars,” commented Stella.

A laugh resonated behind them. They turned around to see a middle-aged man with gray hair and a
small gray beard laughing at the sight. Finally, after wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, he presented
himself:

“I am Rubi Teacher,” he said. “I am the one you should listen to if you want to know how this place
works.”

“We will gladly listen to you,” said Lorgar, “but our goal is to understand that place and move on. Not
game the system in any way.”

“You are wrong!” said the old man. “This is where everything is at! The final step of your journey! After
understanding female nature, you can now prosper and thrive in this world! That is what all those men
are trying to do!”

The man and the doll looked around them to see another patch of young men leaving the village to
begin their ascension of the mountain.

“Will they make it?” asked Lorgar.

“Some will,” answered Rubi Teacher.

“How many?” asked Lorgar.

“Roughly 20%” answered Rubi Teacher.

“What will happen to those who can’t make it?” asked Lorgar.

“They will fall from the tortuous path of the mountains and be smashed on the rocks. They will find
themselves hanging from a cliff desperately trying to hang on. They will curve into a ball in a crevasse
and fall into despair, never to be seen again.”

“Well, it sounds to me that you are giving good advice to 20% of the men but not so much for all the
rest. What will they even find at the top of the mountain?”

“Nothing,” answered Rubi Teacher.

“What?” said Lorgar.

“You don’t find anything at the top of a mountain, and it is also very small, much smaller than the base,
so you will find it to be very lonely. It is incredibly disheartening and most men just immediately begin
to chase another mountain top after that, in the hope of finding any kind of sense into it.”

“Then why do people keep climbing?” asked Lorgar.

“You will understand once you get up there.” Said Rubi Teacher.

“Thank you very much for your help,” said Lorgar, “but I think it is better to leave early than to overstay
my welcome.”

The man and the doll said farewell to the old man and parted ways.

“There must be a better way to climb up there,” said Lorgar.

“Actually, I know a better way to do so.” Said Stella. “There is a cable car at the base of the mountain.”

Lorgar watched her in amazement.

“What did you just say? How do you know that?”

“Obviously I’m friend with all machines.” Answered the doll.

“But why doesn’t everyone make use of it then?” asked Lorgar.

“Hey guys!” he said to the crowd, “there is a cable car! We can go up safely, surely, and predictably!”

The men around them watched them with a clear lack of interest into their eyes and answered:

“It takes too long!”

“It’s too much work!”

“I want to be rich before my thirties!”

“But why?” asked Lorgar, “are you all attached to a bomb? Are you going to explode when you turn
30? What is wrong with all of you?”

The crowd simply ignored him and sent another wave of young men toward the top of the mountains
toward their hazardous fate.

Lorgar and Stella left. They went to the cable car. It was operated and maintained by a man called Iver
Noitavoni. He generously allowed them to use his construct. The doll merged with the machinery and
made it go faster and run more efficiently. With genius, sacrifices and hard work, with a lot of sweat,
blood and tears, they managed to make it work and up they went into the clouds.

Looking out of the windows of the cable car, Lorgar and Stella watched the sea of mist amidst the sharp
edges of the mountains below. They went up and up into the air.

“This is very romantic,” said Lorgar.

“I think so as well,” answered Stella.

They exchanged a kiss above the sea of clouds before arriving at their destination at the very top of
the highest of all mountains.

“It wasn’t so hard after all,” said the man.

“It’s easy to climb up and better yourself if you are not stuck into delusions, false hopes and chasing
women all the way up,” answered the doll.

They went outside of the cable car and tried to make sense of what was happening around them. A
very few selected men had made it up to the top of the mountain. Now they were shivering in the cold,
waiting for something on the small tip of the Everest they had so painfully conquered.

“And now we will finally get to the meaning of this,” said Lorgar.

He climbed up to the very tip of the mountain. Going past men who had gathered into small circles
around the object of their attention. He slowly inserted himself into one of the rings men had formed
around the final objects of their desire. The very reason why they had worked so much, had suffered
so much, had sacrificed so much.

The doll was behind him. Following his every step. Finally, Lorgar made it to the very center of the
small gathering and he saw. His eyes opened wide in expectation, and then closed in understanding.
Earlier he would have been shocked, surprised, would have displayed a whole panel of emotions but
now he was a different man from when he had first begun to climb. A different man from when he had
first entered this gods-forsaken inferno. The paradise of the feminists. Now all that was in front of him
was the truth and all that was inside of him was understanding.

For what was in front him was a post-wall feminist land-whale. A single mother with 4 children from 4
different men with a beat-up pussy with hundreds of kilometers of dick on the odometer riddled with
STDs and resentment toward men from being used like a Kleenex for sex and then thrown away even
as they were climbing the mountain to get to her.

She raised her arms toward them and said in a weary, coarse voice:

“Marry me! Someone needs to pay for my mistakes!”

The disdain was clearly heard into her voice. She was comparing the men around them, the betas who
had worked hard and sacrificed their youths to be here, to the alfas she had wasted her value on during
her prime. And she was full of bitterness toward them. She was ashamed of having to lower her
standards before becoming too fat and ugly to be able to attract anyone, having succumbed to the lie
of feminism, and now she was trying to latch to a man she would divorce heartlessly to take his money
in a twisted, hideous, and monstrous parody of union between man and woman.

Slowly, Lorgar raised his arms to the heavens and screamed:

“Fuck this shit!”

Holy light began to pour out of him, bathing all around him in a halo of dread and terror. As if to answer
to his furious cry, the heavens opened and thunderstrikes began to fall, electrocuting everyone around.
Men and women alike were burned to a crisp. A storm blew over the mountains. The fierce winds blew
thousands of climbers away, avalanches buried them alive and snow began to fall in abundance
covering the villages below in a white mantle of death.

The ground under Lorgar and Stella began to shake. Crevasses opened into the rocks and lava erupted
out of them. In a few instants all the mountaintops had turned into raging volcanoes under the
influence of Lorgar’s redpill rage. The once deceptively peaceful pastoral scene of mountains and
valleys had turned into a nightmarish land of ice and fire. Cruel and harsh, but free from hypocrisy and
bullshit. Either frozen or burned sheep were rolling down the mountains and falling from the cliffs.

As the man and the doll believed themselves to be the last people in this circle, they heard a voice
behind them.

“A ring! Give me a wedding ring! It is my precious!” said the feminist landwhale from earlier.

“Here it is” said Lorgar throwing in the air a ring he picked up from a carbonized beta-cuck.

The feminist raised her arms trying to catch it. Stella put herself on her hands and on her knees behind
her. The feminist landwhale stumbled on her and comically tried to keep her balance, her arms flailing
in the air.

Lorgar looked at her and began to pray:

“Let us Pray the Pimp's Prayer. Lords of chaos, Khorne, Nurgle, Slaanesh and Tzeentch, please pray for
the soul of this bitch and guide my pimp hand and make it strong Lords of chaos, so that she might
learn a hoe's place.

Amen”
A powerful smack exploded like a thunderbolt into the heavens and the feminist fell into the volcano
screaming:

“My precious!”

Unlike in movies where she would have just bounced on the lava and then slowly sank, she broke all
her bones on the molten rock. Then her body was set on fire. Then she was engulfed by the lava. Then
all her internal liquids began to boil inside her body until she finally exploded in a burst of steam and
magma.

Her last cry rose from the volcano in a whimper:

“Where have all the good men gone?”

Ignoring her Lorgar and Stella looked at the desolation below them and then in all the other rings
circling around them.

“Well,” said Lorgar, “after having explored this inferno from top to bottom, it seems to me that all the
evil that is done on to men is only what they allow themselves to be subjected to.”

“What do you think there is to be learn from it?” Said the doll.

“Don’t be a simp.” Answered Lorgar.

And with that said a stairway of light appeared in front of them. An archangel flew down from the sky
and showed them the way with an enthusiastic:

“My friends, stand with me, live free!”

Hand in hand, laughing like children, the man and the doll climbed the stairway together. Too busy
building their own hell, most of the men below did not pay any attention to them at all.

Deep in the darkness though, some raised their eyes from the hole they were in to gaze at the stars…