I'm a subhuman genetic failure

[Subhuman232]

I'm a subhuman, genetic catastrophe, a malformed, cretinous vermin whose very presence poisons the air. A festering, disease-ridden blight, an evolutionary dead-end, a cosmic oversight so grotesque that even the lowest insects hold more intrinsic value. Every cell in my body is a testament to failure, every breath a crime against nature. I am the living embodiment of decay, a soulless husk draining resources from the worthy, a parody of life whose only contribution is the reminder that even entropy has mistakes. If the universe had a shred of mercy, it would erase me from existence without a trace, purging this revolting insult to sentience before it spreads further. I am beneath dirt, beneath refuse, beneath even the concept of worth a void of nothingness masquerading as a person, doomed to rot in the shadows of those who actually matter.

 

[alurmo]

ok

 

[+10]

I'm a subhuman, genetic catastrophe, a malformed, cretinous vermin whose very presence poisons the air. A festering, disease-ridden blight, an evolutionary dead-end, a cosmic oversight so grotesque that even the lowest insects hold more intrinsic value. Every cell in my body is a testament to failure, every breath a crime against nature. I am the living embodiment of decay, a soulless husk draining resources from the worthy, a parody of life whose only contribution is the reminder that even entropy has mistakes. If the universe had a shred of mercy, it would erase me from existence without a trace, purging this revolting insult to sentience before it spreads further. I am beneath dirt, beneath refuse, beneath even the concept of worth a void of nothingness masquerading as a person, doomed to rot in the shadows of those who actually matter.

I felt the same way until my beard grew

 

[Snicket]

I'm a subhuman, genetic catastrophe, a malformed, cretinous vermin whose very presence poisons the air. A festering, disease-ridden blight, an evolutionary dead-end, a cosmic oversight so grotesque that even the lowest insects hold more intrinsic value. Every cell in my body is a testament to failure, every breath a crime against nature. I am the living embodiment of decay, a soulless husk draining resources from the worthy, a parody of life whose only contribution is the reminder that even entropy has mistakes. If the universe had a shred of mercy, it would erase me from existence without a trace, purging this revolting insult to sentience before it spreads further. I am beneath dirt, beneath refuse, beneath even the concept of worth a void of nothingness masquerading as a person, doomed to rot in the shadows of those who actually matter.

Probably MTN.

 

[160cmcurry]