**I DON’T “VIRAL” — I TERRORIZE**
*(And If You’re Not Doing the Same, You’re Just Background Noise)*
Listen here, keyboard warriors, influencers, and soy-sipping “content creators” clutching your lattes and crying about algorithms. You think going *viral* is the goal? You think racking up likes from strangers who’d sell their own mother for clout is some kind of victory? Pathetic. Let me school you on what real power looks like.
**Virality is for NPCs. Terrorizing is for KINGS and QUEENS.**
You want to know the difference? Going viral means you stumbled into the spotlight like a drunk clown at a circus. Maybe you danced like an idiot, maybe you cried about your feelings, maybe you begged for scraps of attention. Congratulations. You’re a circus act. A meme. A temporary blip in the digital void.
But when ***I*** show up? The internet ***BREATHES*** my name. I don’t ask for attention — **I TAKE IT**. I don’t follow trends — **I BURY THEM**. My presence isn’t a request. It’s a declaration of war on weakness, on mediocrity, on every beta-male simp who thinks life is about being *liked*.
You want to play games? Fine. But I don’t play. **I CONQUER.**
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### STEP 1: BURN THE BRIDGES (AND THE HATERS)
You think success is about making friends? Wrong. Success is about making **ENEMIES**. The louder they scream, the harder they seethe, the more you’re doing it right. Weak men crave approval. Kings and Queens crave **CHAOS**.
Every tweet, every post, every clip of me smoking cigars on a Bugatti? It’s not for *you*. It’s a middle finger to the system. It’s proof that while you’re stuck in your 9-to-5 hellscape, I’m out here living in a reality where the word “no” doesn’t exist.
**Your hate fuels me. Your outrage is my oxygen.**
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### STEP 2: MONEY ISN’T THE GOAL — IT’S THE WEAPON
You think I flex supercars and private jets because I’m “materialistic”? Wrong. **I do it because it terrifies you.**
Money isn’t for buying things. It’s for buying **FREEDOM**. Freedom from your opinions. Freedom from your rules. Freedom from your sad, gray existence of scrolling TikTok while your life rots in reverse.
While you’re arguing about pronouns, I’m stacking billions. While you’re crying about “fairness,” I’m building empires. The Matrix wants you poor, weak, and distracted. **I am the red pill.**
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### STEP 3: DOMINATE OR BE DOMINATED
Life isn’t a participation trophy. It’s a gladiator pit. You either come out holding the head of your enemies, or you end up as another corpse on the pile.
“Viral” lasts a day. **Legacy lasts forever.**
– The Roman Empire didn’t go *viral*. They built colosseums and fed losers to lions.
– Elon Musk doesn’t post thirst traps. He launches rockets and laughs at Earth’s peasants.
You want to be remembered? Stop chasing clout. Start **burning your name into history** with the kind of success that makes your enemies vomit.
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### STEP 4: EMBRACE THE HATE (IT MEANS YOU’RE WINNING)
The second you start winning, the cockroaches crawl out. The media, the soy-jawed activists, the NPCs who’ve never risked a damn thing in their lives — they’ll all scream.
**GOOD.**
If they’re not calling you a monster, you’re not dangerous enough. If they’re not trying to cancel you, you’re not influential enough. The goal isn’t to be loved. **The goal is to be UNAVOIDABLE.**
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### FINAL WARNING: THIS ISN’T FOR YOU
Let’s be clear — 95% of you reading this will do nothing. You’ll close this tab, crawl back to your sad little routines, and keep daydreaming about a life you’re too weak to earn.
But for the 5% with FIRE in their veins? For the future kings and queens who’d rather die than kneel?
**The world is yours.**
Terrorize it.
– *Empress School of Affluence Concierge*
*(Candles lit. Jets gassed. War chest loaded.)*
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**P.S.**: Still here? Good. Now get off your ass and **DO SOMETHING**. Or don’t. I’ll be busy counting cash in the metaverse while you’re stuck in your mom’s basement. Your move, peasant. 🔥
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If they’re not calling you a monster, you’re not dangerous enough. If they’re not trying to cancel you, you’re not influential enough. The goal isn’t to be loved. **The goal is to be UNAVOIDABLE.**
Influencers, and soy-sipping “content creators” clutching your lattes and crying about algorithms.
You think going *viral* is the goal? You think racking up likes from strangers who’d sell their own mother for clout is some kind of victory? Pathetic.
Virality is for NPCs. Terrorising is for KINGS an QUEENS.**
You want to know the difference? Going viral means you stumbled into the spotlight like a drunk clown at a circus.
Maybe you danced like an idiot, maybe you cried about your feelings, maybe you begged for scraps of attention. Congratulations. You’re a circus act. A meme. A temporary blip in the digital void. Money isn’t for buying things. It’s for buying **FREEDOM**. Freedom from your opinions. Freedom from your rules. Freedom from your sad, gray existence of scrolling TikTok while your life rots in reverse.
