Tbh, it really did. Once I realized that more than half of these h-games devs are just milking their subscribers, I started to get my shit together and got rid (mostly) of my porn addiction.
I check here once in a while out of curiosity, ngl. And seeing that nothing changed...
The following is a dramatization inspired by the post above:
I feel the bone begin to rise as I sit within the darkness of my lair. Long ago I had tamed the beast within me thanks to the assistance of a cloaked wanderer. Through their wisdom I came to realize I was being manipulated by the P.P., The Porno Plutocracy. They were abusing the paynet platform PATREON to slowly drain my power. But the demon in my loins calls out to me tonight. So I call back.
"Computer. Engage subnet mask and connect to the network."
I ordered.
"Acknowledged. Processing."
Came the reply. "Select destination."
"
Zone F95."
I grimly intoned.
"Warning!
Zone F95 is under quarantine."
Computer, my trusty AI companion, cautioned. Zone F95 was a sub-sector of the hive of scum and villainy known by many as The Dankweb. It was not wise to traverse its corridors without sufficient protection. Fortunately my rig was jacked with the highest military grade mal-ware protection available from Mal-Mart.
"Don't give me any of your sass tonight Computer. I know what I said. Now initiate
Hypertext Transfer Protocol to
Zone F95 and begin transfer."
I impatiently barked. It had been some time since I had jacked-on and I was getting irritable.
"Connected."
was all Computer replied but I could sense the judgemental disappointment in its tone. I'd toss a bitcoin to my bitcher to placate it later. But right now I had an appointment to get to. A doctor's appointment to be exact.
Speeding down the information superhighway I took exit 420 and turned down Boner Ave. I arrived at the estate and smirked at the number above the callbox. 6969 Boner Ave was a large country estate off the beaten path. The grounds were untended and it had a small family graveyard to one side and a horse stable in the back. I pressed the large red button on the callbox which resulted in a quiet buzz.
A moment later a voice was projected from the callbox "Dr. Bones is not entertaining guests at the moment. If you'd like to leave a donation please enter your
PATREON hashcode into the terminal on your left and select your funding tier."
Frustrated I growled into the callbox, "I've been here before. I had a perscription. My bone is stirring!"
I beseeched the voice from beyond the gate. "I just need something to get through the night."
A deep sigh eminated from the speaker. The sigh spoke volumes and it told of a man who was about to say something he had said many times before and would be forced to say many times more. "I can give you a dose of the previous formula but the good Doctor has been unwell. There has been no progress on the Manor Project since
DEVlog v0-20-0a."
"NOOOOOO!"
I raged into the night. "There must be something! That log is ancient!"
Calmly the reply came "Sir. That is the most recent update. I can send you the data packet but I'm afraid that is all. Now please leave."
Angrilly I accepted the datalink and extracted the packet. I was so furious I didn't bother to wait. I pulled out my bone and beat the demon out of it right there outside Doctor Bones' Manor. And as I felt the need well within it I pressed the bone to the rusted metal of the gate's lock and spilled my seed within. Dejected I returned to my lair with my head hung low.
"Was it worth it?"
I could sense the mockery in Computer's tone and I ignored it. Maybe there will be an update next year.
-Fin.-
