where I became a man again...

I had a goal, since I already lost one kid, there was no point in having more or going back to society, it was simple, survive for as long as possible. After the 1st 100 days, I lost all connection to the society I once thrived in, I was now a nomad on an island filled with cannibals, pig men, armsies and most of all, VAGINA monsters.

For the 1st 1000 days I tried living on land, building bases in location to location. The cannibals started marvelling at my grand structures and randomly praying at my walls. This was a good time on the island, till one day, a random bunch of flying dkics showed up and smashed my siht, I could hear the faint screams of black lives matter as these floating williy's protested my existence on this island, strange though that they would come to destroy another black-man's property. Beset by grief for my last efforts I decided for my next 1000 days to embark on a journey of self discovery, living as a true nomad with only small hunting camps to sleep in.

Mother earth treated me like her son, embracing me with her flora and showered me in fauna, she loved me as her own. Undoubtedly this was the way of the land, when upon a sudden, a random land-octopus with the face of a child showed up and laid waste to my humble settlements. Saddened by the memories of my own failed childhood I came to the understanding that this 12 legged boy in transition was merely on her period, she had been receiving hormone treatment from her father--another whiteman on the island that identified as a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. After all, why would she go complete Karen on my little hunting outpost--whilst creating enough havoc to entice the entire island of PC culture cannibals. One thing was certain, I had became more rugged and manly (mostly disenfranchise to the accepted norms) due to my time on the island--something millennials and zoomers would know nothing about.

After some time aimlessly wondering the forest I came upon a cave mouth near a riverbank, "perhaps this" I thought to myself, "would be my secluded bat-cave"... The thought of isolation in a cave reminded me of a darker time in humanity where people feared coughing, sneezing farting and bats... and here I was, curing Hepatitis and Cannibal AIDS with Aloe. The Forest however smiled upon me as this cave was inhabited by 6 legged strippers excitedly flashing full frontal courtship at the sight of me. After 4000+ days, "I had not lost the handsome allure" I thought to myself.

Never had I thought I would find love in my lifetime and in such a secluded place as well but romance was not dead—the Forest Gawds had finally crafted the perfect woman just for me, all those lovely aspects and all she can do is HHHISSS to communicate her love for me. As a manly progressive man I had to show her the depth of my love and it was as balls deep as I was spelunking in mother earth. Alas, all good things must come to an end. Ultimately the fire that kept our love alive was always drenched in alcohol and either set ablaze at the end of an arrow head or blunt stick, tools I used, to relay my disappointment at her typical female reactions of attack. Her HHHISSS's became more demanding, already ♥♥♥♥♥ 1 death to get away from a nagging btcih and planes were in short supply. To hell with it all I exclaimed before I left.

Now 7000 days later here I sit, on my little raft attached to my ocean fortress. As payback to all these cannibal sasholes on this Island I have chopped down every phfuctking tree in this Forest and started a chipped wooden toilet seat company.