Martintox Presents: Disorder Reviews
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NETORARE
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I have a new album and a new Disorder Reviews blog. I have recently recovered from a stroke, and I am now in serious debt.
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NETORARE
For many years, weeaboos and other enthusiast groups have engaged in an endless arms race of sexual deviancy. In their dark corner of the Internet, one that has grown like a cancer in recent times, they probe deeper and deeper into the recesses of their corrupted minds so as to fabricate their newest weapons of mass stimulation. The denizens of this little world know not modesty nor restraint, for in their twisted brotherhood, degeneracy is a mark of honor. Many times have men of solid moral fiber had to face a weeb prowling in the wild, only to find no sword nor slur sharp enough to fell the beast. To voice your opposition to their tragic existence only gives them further reason to persist, whether out of spite or from the mere pleasure of having a normal person acknowledge them in some capacity. To use reverse psychology by egging them on or posting more degenerate material in an attempt to scare them off is an even riskier bid; they might think you're part of the fold. Such creatures only live for two pleasures: sexual titillation, and the disgust that it generates in most onlookers.
If a weeb cannot be defeated through staunch verbal opposition, and it can seldom be put in its place by outdoing its own deviancy, then what can be done? Is the degenerate invulnerable, spawned from the bowels of Hell itself as a final reassurance that the darkness of sin will linger in perpetuity within the fragile heart of man? A fundamentalist Catholic may say this of those who are too poor to afford indulgences, but being an Ethiopian Orthodox nihilist, I am not content with such a conclusion, as the allure of evil is just as devoid of meaning as any other facet of the Lord's creation. If a weeb engages in the dark arts, it is to numb the pain of the thousand lashes laid upon his soul, self-inflicted until the purpose of his suffering had receded into a forgotten alcove of his unconscious. Do not be mistaken: his insecurities linger still, and it is more than possible to lure it out into the searing light through a weapon of their own making.
In their Sisyphean pursuit of the ultimate tool of deviancy, the weeaboos have inadvertently created what may be the instrument of their demise -- one which they were powerless to stop, as their means of proliferation had become so advanced that any new concoction would immediately spread to the far corners of the web. Cuckoldry is a concept not unknown to the layman (particularly the layman who's heard his wife call out a different name during sex), but the weebs have attempted to hide its disruptive power under a runic title that, unfortunately for them, has become even more notorious: netorare. It's at this point that I feel the need to put things into perspective: weeaboos have been able to derive pleasure from endless forms of pornography, many of which involve gruesome physical, psychological, surreal, and/or spiritual violence on all sorts of overly stylized men and women. Even with their "hardened resolve", the notion of a third party having sex with a protagonist's partner is enough to send many in their ranks into a furious tailspin, spamming Discord emotes as a way to show their impotent discontent.
Those who have read my second wave Kantian feminist reading of Monster Musume will remember that a lot of Japanese shows in that style have to avoid provoking their male viewers through such means as highlighting the responsibilities that come with an interpersonal relationship; unsurprisingly, most hentai reflects that notion, conveniently glossing over the possibility that the protagonist would, in fact, not be adequate for his current partner (this is assuming the work even elaborates on such a relationship in the first place). Consequently, netorare (NTR for short) is the polar opposite, highlighting this profound insecurity by portraying a scenario where the main character's partner/wife/"gf" starts seeing someone else because she doesn't get enough from the protagonist. When forced to come into contact with such media, a weeaboo has been known to enter a state of hysterical rage, if not perish through a feat of spontaneous combustion. Based on what few survivor testimonies we have, those who experience this scenario consider themselves attacked and in need of reassurance that their "[number ranging between 1 and 108] waifus" will remain faithful.
Now more than ever, in a world where the weeaboo menace continues to seep into any and all respectable facets of civilization (you need only see the KFC dating sim), it's important to raise awareness of NTR's capabilities, particularly in combination with the already well-known phenomenon of the "ugly bastard". This matter is not to be taken lightly: it is crucial to make good use of this tool so as to repel weebs and prevent them from invading your ecosystem, your wider community, or even your direct entourage. In addition, it is highly recommended that you keep other weaponry on hand in case of encounters, as there is reason to believe that some may, in fact, derive sexual pleasure from NTR as well. In such situations, remember the critical points: quarantine suspects, avoid physical contact, and in scenarios where such a thing is unavoidable, finish yourself off before you get the chance to buy a body pillow.
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PERSONAL EXTERMINATION RATING: ****½
RECOMMENDED EXTERMINATION RATING: ****½
LETTERED EXTERMINATION RATING: BETA
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PERSONAL EXTERMINATION RATING: ****½
RECOMMENDED EXTERMINATION RATING: ****½
LETTERED EXTERMINATION RATING: BETA
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