As he's typing away so profoundly, his mother walks up to the door, gentle pushes it open and say's “Dear, it's 4 bongs in the morning, you need to be well rested for your big day at the pub with the older chaps.” The young mans shadow casts downward as he looks to his feet, where he notices the dusty weights, and an emtpy tea cup with /civ/ written on it. Dwelling for a minute or two, he realizes, the despair of his shit talking on /civ/.”It's over...” he mutters, he then turns to his mother, which he prompts, “One last damn post, even if it'll be the end of me!”. Off he goes, to articulate the most unfathomable shit post of all time.
“I am superior to you, both mentally and physically, and I am /fit/ btw. ”
“I think ther reason you attack me like this is because you're a beta yourself, unlike I, the only alpha here.”
“Post”
Without waiting for reply's, he reaches for the computer shutdown button, and holds it. Holds it harder, and hard, to the point where it's almost unbearable. A tear rolls down his eye.
He then walks to his bed to find his boyfriend he met with from /cuteboys/. His cuteboy makes room in the cramped single bed, and whispers in Tibberts ear, "Hehe, I like a big strong shitposter like you, I-I've been a bit naughty today, I-I-I wouldn't mind a spanking".
Tibert goes from calm to mildly upset. He swallows his prides, and lay's down. Thinks to himself "I just want to cuddle and talk, all this shitposting has my superiority complex strained".
He lay's there. Still, and falls asleep without any trouble.