After the right wing wins the next civil war, will their be esports tournaments in which the winners receive thot slaves as prizes? After a war like that, women would outnumber men.
>>515540736Yes we will have stuff like this along with a total repeal of women's rights in general
>>515540736GMO sex slave for every man. First one is free, next one costs some money.
>>515540873based I really hope so
>>515541101I'd much rather have a woman who was alive before the war
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>>515541824You can have both, silly. The whole point of GMO sex slaves is so there will be much less fighting over real women.
>>515542343Right but real pre war women will be like antiques Maybe some should be for sale but others should only be obtainable as prizes but hopefully the women won as prizes aren't immediately bought from the gamer by some billionaire
is this based?
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Women will be traded and be viewed as property
>>515544470This includes government run tournaments right?
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>>515544562Yes ofcourseBreeding will be a state requirementIt will be viewed just as important as eating or drinking
>>515546022based but they should be eye candy too
>>515540736ITT saviours of the white race imagine behaving like niggers
>>515547608faggot
>>515548197prove that you're white. you words make you sound like a nigger or a mudslime. please do "our" race a favour and remove yourself from the gene pool
>>515544562Government-run tournaments? Nah. All the dudes who have some daughters to marry off can assemble tournaments themselves. If they make shitty boomer rules, there will always be another tourney for young men to go to.
>>515550237>selling your own child for the benefit of some horny subhumansyou know you could just convert to islam
>>515550237They should be government run
>>515547608>>515548992post tits, whore
>>515552739based
>>515540736Why would we do that? Anyone who plays esports is a little faggot lol.
>>515554495because it's based
>>515540736Yes, plus Rape Farms, Day of the Rape, etc.
>>515555163nice
>>515552739>>515553276My brother is a smarter man than me, far smarter. He has devoted himself towards anthropology seeking to learn what it means to be humam. He has plumbed the depths of the jungles of Paupa, traveled the farthest depths of the Congo basin, and even had to flee for his life, lest he be married to an amazonian princess and then sacrificed on the full moon.But the story thst stands out to me the most would be his trip to the world's newest nation, South Sudan. Here the sun scorches even the inhabitants who often are remarked as the darkest in Africa. Their country has no roads for summer rains wash them away, cattle is life and the proud tribes fight a horrible war, traditional combat having disolved in the wake of modern firearms.One day he was having dinner with a Dinka cheif, who so many cattle he needed a slave just to count their number. He had more captured and purchased wives than there were other women in the village. This man was a monster, a murderer of the Nuer. My brother drunk on imported rum, asked a dangerous question. "How do you live with yourself?"The room went quiet, but the cheif only smiled, his white teeth set against his coal black skin. "I am whiter than itt." He answered.Sometimes I think about what this man said, I think it says something humanity that I cannot put into words.
>>515556876faggot
>>515540873And the violent trannies in asylums too. It's gonna be great.
>>515558107Just give them the death penalty after they're found guilty of being trans
>>515540873Nobody is going to fight for this
>>515540736>>515540873I fucking love you guys. We’ll make the coolest civilisation ever.
Women should be made sex slaves. You should be able to "rent" a women from the third world for $4,000 a year. This would be a way of transferring wealth to third world countries.Naturally our governments don't have this option because our governments only care about roasties
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>>515540873Nonce comment
>>515540736>bots still think this is "left" vs "right" and want a civil warThey are playing you retards like a violin.It's perfect clockwork
>>515554637No, esports is a hub in the tranny pipeline.
>>515557955kek'd pls post hands, I wanna know if you're only a nigger on the inside or if the world can tell from afar
>>515558736Its going to be gay but in a “you fucking faggots” type gay not “you are fucking faggots in the asshole” type gay.
>>515558736I stand here in this massive stadium, the air thick with the smell of popcorn, nachos, and beer. The roar of the crowd is deafening—thousands of spectators packed into rows upon rows of seats, their faces lit by the glow of smartphones as they snap photos and live-stream their own feeds. Drones buzz overhead like mechanical vultures, their cameras whirring as they capture every angle. I'm Number 17, pinned right on my tiny bikini bottom, the fabric so skimpy it barely covers anything. My high heels click against the cold metal of the runway as I shift my weight, trying not to tremble. The explosive collar around my neck feels like a noose—high-tech, sleek black metal that hums faintly, ready to shock me with excruciating pain or explode if anyone tampers with it. They told us it only kills the wearer, like that's supposed to be comforting. All of us women here have one, even the slaves in the audience: young ones perched on laps of leering men, older ones in frilly French maid outfits scurrying with trays of drinks, their collars glinting under the stadium lights.The civil war ended everything I knew. My family—Mom, Dad, my little brother—gone in the chaos. I was just a normie, a liberal college student majoring in environmental science, posting about climate change and women's rights on social media. Now, after the right wing's victory, I'm here, one of dozens of young women rounded up as "prizes" for this government-run esports tournament. Most of us were liberals once, whispering about resistance in the holding cells before they shaved us bare—no body hair anywhere, smooth as dolls. We're all in matching bikinis: bright red tops that push up our breasts, bottoms that ride high on our hips. High heels make our legs look longer, but they're hell to walk in. Guards line the edges of the runway, burly men with rifles and remotes for our collars, their eyes scanning us like meat.
>>515540736>After the right wing wins the next civil warI want Women's Rights completely repealed. Women voted us into a slippery slope of where we are now.
>>515559713The announcers' voices boom over the speakers, two guys with that sleazy, hyped-up tone. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Victory Games! Where our brave gamers battle it out in Fortnite for the ultimate prizes—these fine specimens of re-educated femininity! Remember, folks at home, tune in live; we've got millions watching worldwide. And spectators, keep those phones up—share the glory!"We start as a group, all 28 of us marching down the long runway together. It's like a twisted fashion show, the crowd cheering and wolf-whistling. I keep my eyes forward, but I catch glimpses: a guy in the front row munching on a hot dog, sauce dripping down his chin as he yells, "Shake it, bitches!" Another group passes around beers, laughing. Women slaves sit rigidly next to them, some with bruises peeking from under their collars, fetching snacks on command. The runway stretches forever, lights blinding, cameras everywhere—on tripods, drones dipping low to zoom in on our asses.As we reach the end, we pose in unison: hands on hips, spin, blow kisses. The announcers narrate: "Look at this herd of hotties, folks! Fresh from the re-education camps, ready to serve the winners. Ain't democracy grand? Or whatever we call it now!" Laughter erupts. My cheeks burn with humiliation, but I force a smile—any resistance means a shock. We've all felt it in training: volts ripping through your body, leaving you twitching on the floor.
>>515559923Now it's solo walks. They call us by numbers. "First up, Number 1!" A petite brunette steps out, strutting like she's on a catwalk. The announcers dive in: "Number 1 here was a barista before the war, slinging lattes and liberal nonsense. Majored in gender studies—ha! Check out these pics from her old Instagram." Massive screens flicker to life above us, showing her pre-war selfies: smiling in a protest march, bikini shots from a beach vacation. "Look at that ass, boys! Smooth as silk now, no more of that feminist bush. She's got a tight little body, perky tits—perfect for a gamer's lap warmer."She poses at the end, turning slowly, the crowd voting already on their apps? No, that's later. She walks back, head down. The women waiting chat nervously among ourselves. "This is insane," whispers Number 16, a tall blonde who was a teacher. "I used to vote blue every election. Now look at us." Number 18, curvy with dark hair, nods. "My family fought on the wrong side. They said if we behave, it won't be so bad." I murmur back, "I don't even know what Fortnite is. Some shooting game? My brother played video games, but I never cared." We huddle close, collars brushing, the hum reminding us we're wired bombs.My turn. "Number 17, step up!" Heart pounding, I walk the runway alone. Heels clack, hips swaying involuntarily from the training. The crowd hoots. "Oh yeah, Number 17! This one's a real catch—environmental science major, posted all that eco-warrior crap online. Here's her socials: look at this pic from college, protesting pipelines in a tank top. Tits were always her best asset, am I right? And now, shaved clean, ready for action. Face like an angel, body built for breeding—curves in all the right places, folks. Bet she'd look great bent over a desk!"
>>515560110Humiliation floods me, hot and sharp. Screens show my old life: me at a rally, a beach photo where I'm laughing with friends. Now it's objectified, twisted. I pose at the end—arch back, push chest out—fighting tears. Drones hover close, lenses invading. Guards watch, remotes ready. I walk back, legs shaking, rejoining the group. The chatting resumes: "Did you hear what they said about me?" Number 12 asks, a former nurse. "Called me a 'healing whore.' God, most of us were libs—teachers, students, activists." We nod, a sisterhood in chains.One by one, they all go. Number 5, a redhead accountant: "Majored in finance, but now her only assets are those double Ds!" Screens flash her vacation pics. Number 22, athletic build: "Gym rat pre-war, posted workout selfies. Look at that toned ass—perfect for spanking!" Sexist profanity flows: "Fuck yeah, she'd make a great cum dumpster!" The announcers laugh, egging on the crowd. Snacks crunch, drinks slosh—it's like a party, us the entertainment.Finally, all done. We stand on stage in a line, runway behind us, gamers' setups in front: rows of PCs with glowing screens, headsets, controllers. The 28 gamers—mostly young men, some smirking at us—sit ready. "Alright, time for the ranking vote!" booms the announcer. "Spectators and viewers at home, use your apps to rank these sluts from hottest to ugliest. Vote on face, body, tits, ass—whatever floats your boat. We'll tally in real-time!"We're on display, shifting in heels, collars tight. The chatting turns frantic: "What if I'm last?" Number 3 whispers. "Ugliest means... worse owners?" I feel exposed, drones circling. Screens show live polls climbing. The announcers tease: "Number 8's got a butterface—great body, but that mug? Eh. Number 17, though—damn, those lips look suckable. Bet she's climbing the ranks!" Profanity ramps up: "Fuck, look at Number 24's rack—bouncing like they want out! Who's the flattest chest here? Vote her down, boys!"
>>515560276>>515559774>>515559090Minutes drag, humiliation peaking. I'm voted high—top 5, screens say. "Number 17's surging! That liberal fire must translate to the bedroom—fiery little fucktoy!" Tears prick my eyes, but I stand straight. The final ranks lock in: I'm Number 3 hottest. Number 1 is a stunning blonde, 2 a curvaceous Latina. Ugliest is a mousy brunette, Number 28, her face paling."Now, the games!" The tournament kicks off—Fortnite, whatever that means. 28 gamers, but wait, they say 27 rounds? No—it's battle royale style, but structured: each round, all remaining gamers play, last man standing wins that round's prize (starting with hottest), then sits out. First round: all 28 play, winner gets Number 1 (hottest). Second round: 27 left play, winner gets Number 2, and so on, down to last round with 2 players, winner gets Number 27, loser gets Number 28 (ugliest).Screens show the game: colorful maps, characters building, shooting. I don't get it—looks like cartoons fighting. Crowd cheers as players drop. "Boom, headshot!" announcers yell. "This guy's dominating—gonna claim that prime pussy!" Drones capture our reactions; I flinch at explosions on screen mirroring our collars' threat.First round ends: a skinny guy with glasses wins. "Winner takes Number 1!" Guards drag her forward, shocking her lightly to make her kneel. He claims her, leering, as she trembles. He exits the lineup.Rounds blur. Second: another winner, gets Number 2. Chatting among us dwindles to whimpers. "I don't want this," I whisper to Number 4. "None of us do." Announcers: "Round three—fighting for Number 3, our eco-slut! Who's gonna tame that wild bitch?"
>>515560450My round. Game rages—building forts, gliding, shooting. Crowd eats it up, snacks flying. A burly gamer wins. "Number 17 is yours!" Guards push me down the runway. I stumble in heels, collar humming. He stands, grinning. "Nice tits," he says. Humiliation complete, I'm led away, the stadium roaring, my old life exploded like the war that brought us here. The games continue, but for me, it's over—new slavery begins.
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>I post copypasta >op posts ai slop as damage control >still not a single proof of whiteness itt besides my asshole herb'd
>>515561853Faggot
