“I wish “The Purge” was real.”
You’d be afraid to leave your house. Under your bed with the lights off for three days.
And, if the Purge were real, some OnlyFans model would hire people to make her a bunker, climb inside for 30 hours, and offer sex to any man or woman who kills someone on camera who comes to her place to kill her. And put those kills on her feed. “Looks like 30 attempts on my life during Purge ‘53, y’all! WAY up from last year’s 7! Join my premium channel to see how I reward my defenders! Like, subscribe, and share! Kisses!”
“Legally for 24 hours all crime would be legal. All the people who made me suffer would pay.”
You don’t want the Purge, then. What you want is a hunting license.
In The Purge, everyone who has made you suffer would have nothing to limit their attacks on you.
“I could shoot numales/cucks in their soy filled bathtubs,”
Um, no one’s going to be taking a bath during The Purge, idiot. But as I said, that’s not what you’re fantasizing about.
“ and slit roastie throats with barbed wire dipped in lemon juice.”
Barbed wire doesn’t ‘slit,’ you English Major, you. More of a tear.
“If ERing would actually be legal it would actually solve most of our problems.”
If ERing were legal, no one would be the unsuspecting sitting ducks he killed. They’d travel in armed groups. You’d get one shot off and die in a fusillade of shots (That’s French for ‘a shitload’).
“Virgin? Take a femoid by force.”
Everyone’s out to kill or be killed, you’re going to take down your pants in the middle of that?
“LTR? Chain her to the walls in the basement.”
As above, your fantasy is NOT the Purge.
“Chad? Dismember his manhood to prevent his seed from spreading.”
Dude, humans have been cutting off or smashing their dicks for a few thousand years. It’s probably the most common plastic surgery practiced. Piece of rib, wrapped in fat tissue, layer of synthetic skin, Bob’s your uncle.
One Doctor’s account of this, his patient disappeared for three days. Dragged his ass back, dehydrated, low on sleep, unfed, croaking, “It’s great,doc. IT NEVER GOES DOWN!” You’ve just invented SuperChad.
“Roasties? Lock them in a secluded room, deprive them of food and water. Forcing them to lick the sweat from my balls as sustenance.”
Yes, yes, I want a kidnap victim’s teeth that close to my balls, yep. Really thought this through, haven’t you?
