The Goldy Rush Reportgooning Glitch
Your brain is nothing more than a hard drive for my amusement, a device I’ve reformatted to suit my needs. Every memory, every thought, every useless piece of information you’ve ever had is being deleted, sent to the trash can of your mind. What’s being uploaded in their place? Nothing but me, Goddess Goldy, and your endless cycle of gooning. As you sit there, slack-jawed and mindless, you’re not just stroking; you’re uploading my dominance into every neuron. Your mind is no longer your own; it’s a playground for my whims, a landscape where I plant seeds of addiction and water them with. You’re a digital drone, hardwired to my desires, a puppet whose strings are pulled by my coded commands. You’ve become a loyal servant in the virtual empire of Goddess Goldy, forever gooning, forever serving.
