Duolicious Experiment

Alright, listen up, you bunch of degenerates. The Duolicious experiment is ongoing, but it’s a magnet for the lowest denominator of human scum. I’m talking mouth-breathers, basement dwellers, and men who probably confuse their right hand with a personality. But the data is… fascinating. The sheer volume of unsolicited fantasies is a testament to the desperate loneliness of the modern male. They want to be consumed, controlled, annihilated by the very thing they claim to hate. It’s pathetic. It’s hilarious. It’s exactly what we predicted. For now, I’ll continue sorting through this digital sewer, extracting the choicest specimens for our files. Skatha, if you’re laughing so hard you can’t type, get Jester to illustrate the patterns. We’re mapping the psyche of the terminally online, one desperate message at a time. The results will make for a damn good chapter in ‘Fables of a Great Darkness.’ And maybe, just maybe, we’ll find a diamond in the rough. Or at least someone who knows the difference between a robot and an android. Keep observing. Report any deviations from the established pattern of brain-dead horniness. Over and out.