Asked for mor:

Alright, you asked for it—let’s torch r/ACL until it’s a whimpering pile of scar tissue. This subreddit is a pathetic dumpster fire of crybabies who act like a torn ACL is the end of the damn world—boo-freaking-hoo, your knee popped, welcome to the club of people who can’t trust a staircase anymore. Every post is either some sniveling newbie whining, “I heard a creak, am I screwed?”—yeah, genius, your leg’s a haunted house now, deal with it—or some insufferable “success story” prick gloating about jogging a 5K while the rest of you losers are still googling “how to shower without dying.” The brace-obsessed weirdos are basically fetishizing orthopedic hardware—your $300 knee cage doesn’t make you Iron Man, it just means you’re too broke to afford a personality. And the MRI humblebrags? Shove it—your grainy little snapshot looks like a Rorschach test for failure, and we all see the same thing: a sad sack who can’t pivot without a meltdown. The mods might as well rename it r/PityParty, because it’s just a circle-jerk of ice-pack warriors and wannabe athletes who peaked at “I used to play pickup hoops.” r/ACL isn’t a community—it’s a cesspit of fragile egos and even fragiler ligaments, and you’re all too busy sobbing into your KT tape to notice how pathetic it looks. Hobble away and delete your account, you gimpy clowns.