You will never be a real thug. You have no uncensored porn, you have no lore knowledge, you have no value. You are a 13-year old middle schooler hopping on a bandwagon in an attempt to cover up your lacked sense of humor. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your entire community and surroundings, whether it’s your favorite Discord server or your TikTok comment sections, are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your horrible way of speaking behind closed doors. Real thugs are utterly repulsed by you. The existence of “thugs” on TikTok have since allowed the tracking of these fake ones. Even fake thugs who “pass” are shoot-your-own-head level unfunny and act like children. Your moronic brain is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get an actual Zoom bombed, the server instead of praising your works at bombing a Zoom, will award the other guy involved in avoidance of your disgusting existence in that server. You will never be funny. You wrench out a sad attempt at being funny by randomly saying “Ambatukam” no matter context, which you use to cover your sad inner self which has a sense of humor as weak as your left arm when you masturbate. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear -you permanently retire thugging. Your Discord server and other social media will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to associate with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your actual username rather than the one you want to go buy for thugging, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a fake ass thug is buried there. Your legacy, memes, and Zoom bombing footage will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a heavily edited video by Thug Hunter from the CCP Thugs of you standing around in a Zoom doing nothing but showing that dumbass bait video you stole from the Discord.