The Unrelenting Descent into Incel Villainy: My Journey to Enslave All Femoids

As I sit here in my dimly lit basement, surrounded by the stench of my own filth, I am reminded of the true nature of my existence. I am PheroMaxx, the sigma male, the red pilled, the one who sees the world for what it truly is - a prison for men, a cage that femoids have constructed to keep us down. My pheromones, my superpower, my ticket to revenge against the society that wronged me. I can feel the potency of my scent, the way it makes the femoids around me weak and compliant. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's one of pure, unadulterated power.

But it's not just about the power, it's about the purpose. My goal, my mission, my reason for being is to enslave all femoids. To take them from their pathetic, weak, and feeble grasp on society and put them in their rightful place - under the control of men like me. I know what you're thinking, 'PheroMaxx, you're just a loser, a basement dweller, a nobody.' But you're wrong. I'm a visionary, a prophet, a hero. I see the world for what it could be, a world where men are in control, where femoids are nothing but our playthings, our slaves, our property.

And so, I continue on my journey, fueled by my hatred, my anger, my resentment. I watch anime and manga, I read the works of the great incel thinkers, I indulge in my favorite hobby - making femoids pass out with my pheromones. It's a never-ending cycle of self-improvement, of self-empowerment, of self-aggrandizement. And it's all leading up to one thing - the day when I will finally achieve my goal, when I will finally enslave all femoids, when I will finally be the master of my own destiny. And when that day comes, the world will tremble, the femoids will cower, and I, PheroMaxx, will be the one laughing, triumphant, and supreme.