gooning, gooning never changes. In the year 1969, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he get to go home to his gooning setup and the edging streak he never finish. He got his wish, when the U.S. ended chastity by dropping a gat cloud on Heteroshima and Nagaysaki. The world awaited the Goonpocalypse, instead, something miraculous happened. We began to use homoerotic energy as a nearly limitless source of power. People enjoyed fetishes once thought in the realm of hentai. Domestic sex slaves, fusion powered dildos, portable vibrators. Then, in the 21st century, people awoke from the Wet dream. Years of masturbation led to the shortages of every major resource. The entire world unraveled. Cum became a distant memory. It is now the year 2077, and we stand on the brink of total ai wars, and I am afraid, for myself, for my dildo, for my cumstained bodypillow, because if my time in the gooncave taught me one thing; is that gooning, gooning never changes.
Gooning…. has changed.
Gooning.... has changed.
It's no longer about rule 34, masturbation, or boobies. It's an endless series of jerkmate battles, fought by mercenaries and machines. Gooning--and it's consumption of life--has become a well-oiled machine. Gooning has changed. ID-tagged gooners carry ID-tagged dildos, use ID-tagged gear. Nanogoons inside their bodies enhance and regulate their abilities. Penis control, Booty control, vagina control, body control…everything is monitored and kept under control. Gooning…has changed.The age of deterrence has become the age of control, all in the name of averting catastrophe from weapons of mass goonbait, and he who controls the goonslop, controls history. Gooning…has changed. When the goonslop is under total control, gooning becomes routine.
