According to urban dictionary, an egirl is:
"A species of wannabe emo/goth girls that you can easily find on TikTok, Discord, Reddit, Twitch and Instagram. They usually have multi-colored hair, striped shirts, overly blushed nose, urban outfitters/hot topic t-shirt and large eyeliner. They pose in the most corny poses like guns to their head and glorify mental illness and suicide. They use BLM as their "cutesy GoTh HeLLo kiTTy aesthetic" and put it in their bio but always end up being the most racist pieces of shits. You can also find them on discord servers being a pick me girl to a bunch of misogynistic boys with a fake uwu voice, but they don't care about being degraded by those idiotic incels for their gender because of their "care free, like one of the boys/not like other girls" demeanor."
In other words: Anon's type.
Every spare moment he got, when the nurses weren't there, Anon would open TikTok, Discord, Twitch, or some other website or app. He was on the hunt, looking for egirls.
The problem was that they almost never responded to his DMs. And when they did, they would say things like "Eww! I'm 17! Aren't you like 40?"
Did Anon really look that old?
The whole situation was so sad. They probably got hundreds of DMs every day from creepy guys trying to take advantage of them. But Anon was different. He would actually love them. He would actually care for them. He would let them choose what restaurant to go to every time they went out.
But instead they went for the bad boys who treated them like shit.
Anon felt sick to his stomach every time he thought about those bad boys. Their whole personality was being loud and extroverted, and "being cool by breaking the rules". Anon was an introvert, and he knew that introverts were infinitely better than extraverts. Extroverts were dumb attention whores, but introverts were calm and intellectual, and were able to think for themselves, instead of just going along with the crowd.
Anon knew that he would never get a girl, because girls were dumb and only went for 6 foot tall retarded extraverts.
He was about to lose hope when he realized something.
His maid dress was coming in the mail tomorrow.
Instantly, he started to feel better. Once the maid dress arrived, he would instantly be able to get any girl he wanted. He would just DM them a picture of him wearing it, and they would instantly be helplessly attracted.
And if they asked about his burn scars, he would say "I have cancer."
Playing the victim was one of the 48 laws of power, right? He couldn't remember.
While he waited for the dress to arrive, Anon decided to do some research on how to be more attractive. He quickly came across the concept of a "sigma male".
According to Anon's research, sigma males were more attractive than any other type of male.
Anon had always known about alpha males and beta males. Alpha males were the strong, successful ones, the ones who were assholes to everyone but who somehow still got all of the women. Beta males were the weak losers who accepted their place at the bottom of the hierarchy.
But what was a sigma male?
Alpha males were at the top of the social hierarchy, and beta males were at the bottom. But sigma males weren't at the top or at the bottom. They were outside of the social hierarchy.
Alpha males were those who won society's game, and beta males were those who lost it. Sigma males were those who realized that the game was stupid and chose not to play.
"Technically, sigma males aren't in the social hierarchy," someone on 4chan had said. "But if they were, they would be above even alphas."
Anon instantly recognized that he was a sigma male.
Ever since he had been kicked out of the D&D group, Anon had been basically friendless. At first, he had thought of this as a bad thing. Once he realized that he was a sigma male, however, he soon saw the truth: being lonely was a good thing.
It meant that you were on a higher level than other people, and so you had to go it alone. It meant that you were strong enough to fend for yourself, while others had to join groups to protect themselves.
In a wolf pack, the strongest wolves are always the lone wolves. The weak ones are always the ones huddled up in groups.
At least according to Anon's research.
Once he knew that he was a sigma male, Anon felt empowered.
Max finally had the free time to hang out, but Anon turned him down. "Sorry man, I'm a lone wolf," he texted Max.
"I really want to talk to you about what happened," Max replied. "I really hope you're doing ok."
"Oh, I'm doing more than ok. I'm doing great."
"Really? It sucks that you can't hang out, but I'm glad to hear that dude."
Anon didn't respond. Instead, he blocked him.
Max was nice, but he was a beta. And sigmas and betas weren't allowed to be friends.
To be continued...
