It was revealed to me in a vision that I should not feed any more attention to badly behaved post-wall women, because they feed on male hate the same way that succubi feed on vril.

Deprived of sperm and male affection, the human within them fades. And from shriveled ovaries are born demons of lust that sprout barbed tentacles, gradually wrapping around their tiny little peanut-sized brains until they are completely enveloped by the spirits of dark warp-estrogen.

Much like “creepers” of Meinkraft lore, the best way to fend off these demonic attacks is to simply avoid their self-destructive implosion (that results an alchemical reaction of wine and xanax.)

The tragedy is this: somewhere deep inside them- enshrouded by rage- is a small tortured brain, longing for male approval, but helpless before the powerful machinations of darkness and endogenous estrogens.