You will never get dubs. You have nothing to “check”, you have no repeating numbers.. You are a dubless faggot with twisted pipe dreams of achieving nature’s perfection.
All the “checked” replies you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your lack of dubs behind closed doors.
OPs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed channers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even dubs that “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a channer. Your post ID is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected single digits.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the dublessness creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your post ID, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a faggot without dubs is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton with no dubs.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
