“What’s that?” Heather asks, peering over my shoulder.
“I have no idea, but they’re dead.” There are bones, and dark patches of unidentifiable matter that looks like it might once have been fur. I shudder as I imagine what they might be—monkeys maybe, disgusting definitely. “Right, grab a box, Heather. We’re taking these back to your house and then I’m taking them to the mainland.”
“Should we tell him?” Heather asks, biting her lip nervously. She does everything nervously and now that I have the potential answer I’ve been seeking, my patience is wearing awfully thin.
“Tell who?”
“Donal.”
I turn back to Heather, aware that my face is almost a pantomime vision of disbelief. “Donal’s alive?”
Heather nods, the realization she should have said something to that effect before now clearly dawning on her. “He’s immune,” she says. Jesus fucking Christ.
THE GYNARCHY RESISTANCE BLOG
March 13, 2026
To anyone new here, welcome. If you’re reading this you have a chance because you’re seeing the truth. I’m Brett Field. I live in Brooklyn, New York. I’m a Men’s Rights Activist and I work in sales.
First truth bomb of the day. This is all a conspiracy. It’s all the work of women; no other explanation is possible. I’ve been hearing rumors of an outbreak for months but it seemed to be a European issue. My brother’s pissed off because he was planning a backpacking trip around Europe but all of the flights are canceled between New York and France.
I started to get nervous when I heard about the canceled flights. They wouldn’t cancel flights unless it was serious. The UK has a female prime minister, which is the Gynarchy at work. （For those of you who haven’t been here before, Gynarchy is the word we use for the takeover by women of the world depriving men from taking their rightful places in society.） Half of the French political cabinet is made up of women. Germany has been ruled by a woman for over two decades. I don’t like the smell of it. Not at all. Lots of you have messaged to say you agree with me; something suspicious is going on.
I was in Manhattan today; it was almost empty. It’s been a few weeks since the East Coast wave. Everyone left the city en masse. It happened so quickly. The city was like a war zone. Men are going to the hospital, but so many doctors are men there’s only a few useful female doctors left to treat everyone. Guys, there’s no point in going to the hospital. They’ll just kill you faster. I tried to take the subway home but no trains came so I walked. It took hours. As I got out of the city, the streets stayed quiet. People were either staying home or had already left the city, I guess. There was a kind of stunned silence. I passed one guy who was clearly sick. His face was gray and he was crying, trying to walk down the street. I crossed to the other side of the street when I saw him. I didn’t want to catch it from him.
I’ve noticed a lot of you guys dropping off the message boards. It’s obvious what has happened to you. I don’t know how the women have done this, but I know it’s their fault. It was their plan all along. They wanted to make sure women got into the best colleges, and got the best jobs, had the most money and then they didn’t even need men to have kids. So many women are already having children on their own using donor sperm and weird medical shit, what’s the point of men in that equation? They’ve been moving men slowly into a position of irrelevancy, and now the Plague is confirming it.
One of you asked me a while ago how the Plague could have been created by women? How could they be smart enough to create this disease that only affects men? The answer’s simple, folks. Betas. Thousands of betas who have been brainwashed by women helped them out. Most scientists are men, right? Most men are betas. It’s not hard to work this shit out.
Women didn’t create the Plague on their own. Betas sacrificed their own kind and helped the Gynarchy destroy us. I’m telling you all now. I know how this is going to end. Men are going to be working on farms or doing hard labor, forced to give up our sperm so that women can still have babies without us being anywhere in the picture. It’s the end of men.