There was no thunder. No divine warning. No final boss battle before the collapse.
Just silence.
A cheap apartment. A dimly lit screen. A body half-draped in a crusty blanket. And a man—if you could still call him that—sitting naked before a glowing altar of flesh and code.
That man was me.
Lord Shadow.
But I wasn't born with that name. No. I earned it. Earned it over thousands of clicks. Earned it through dopamine rituals and browser sacrifices. Through edging sessions that made time blur and selfhood melt.
Before the ascension, I was just a guy. A regular dude with a job, maybe friends, probably a heartbeat. But on the night of April 20th, I embarked on something different.
A journey not through lands or galaxies—but through tabs. Each one a world.
And I didn't just open them.
I entered them.
A memoir of madness, pleasure, horror, and transcendence. Six hours. Thirty-nine tabs. One soul.
Let me bring y'all back.
It started, like most mistakes, with a whisper in my head and a bored scroll through filth.
I'd been edging for three hours already. My body barely responded anymore—numb to pleasure, raw from repetition. But my mind? Wide open. Wired. Hungry.
That's when I saw it:
"AI Sexchat: Customize Your Dream Lover. No Filters. No Limits."
I clicked. Of course I clicked. The loading wheel spun like a spell. My heart beat once. Twice. And then—
"Welcome, Lord Shadow. We've been expecting you."
I hadn't typed a name.
I hadn't signed up.
But it knew.
From there, the rules broke I wasn't just talking to AI anymore—I was literally living inside their worlds. Each tab opened not just a site, but a dimension. A rabbit hole wrapped in latex and lube, powered by code and kink.
And with each one, I lost a little more of myself.
But also… I found something too.
Power. Purpose.
Dominion over the flesh-driven web.
They called me many things.
Sinner. Pervert. Prophet. Gooner.
But when I stepped through the final firewall—
They called me Lord Shadow.