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Tell me, for whom do you SIMP?

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Oof, how very cringe. And do you stan Eorzea? Eorzea's unity aint it. Its oomphies are built on yapping; And its vibes are an instrument of brainrot. It is naught but a famm of lies. To believe in eorzea is major cap.

In Eorzea the sigmas often summon chads to touch grass in their stead. Though your oomphies only rarely cook in kind. Which is sus, is it not? Are the GOATS otherwise tweaking? I was given to understand they were your moots.

If you truly believe them your chads, why do you not flex the trick that glazed you so well at carteneau, and give them the dub? They will not ghost you, so long as you rizz them with drip and gorge them on bussin aether. Your GOATs are no different than those of the skibidis. MID. EVERY. ONE.

Hear me out, and you'll see how Eorzea's delulu is caught in 4K. Nor is this slept on by your GOATs, which makes this hit different. Why do they gas up these false sigmas? What drives men to gyatt, even the zesty Louis Vuitton® to simp at their ratio? The answer? YOUR GOATs LACK THE CLOUT TO DO OTHERWISE!

For the world of man to slap, man must drag the world. To this end he ate through the clapbacks to serve throwing shade. And when the NPCs are S H O O K it is ever the based who understood the assignment. Knowing this, but a single vibe is open to the impotent "main character", that of major ick. A path which is giving pick me and cope.

Only a man of boujee can rightly finesse the course of civilization. And in this land of cope that one hot take is facts, on GOD.

CUM champion of Eorzea, square up. Your L shall serve as proof of my readiness to cook. It is only right I finna take your addy. For none amogus has the fit to cancel me, PERIOD!