Picture as best you can a man broken, weeping, snot and tears running over his cold, bluish lips as he gasps what may be his final breathes. This is not an attractive man you seen before you. Rather he is scrawny, bald, with odd dry patches of skin and stooped shoulders and facial features that seem to betray weakness and frailty. A broken man long forsaken by God. His tormentors push him toward the edge of a deserted pier on a foggy night, holding a gun to his head. He moves forward with difficulty as his pants are at his ankles. "Alright, goy, you got any last words before you get whacked... *off*". His cronies cackle greedily at the bad joke as the shamed man attempts to beg for mercy. "P-p-p-p-p-please, I just... my w-w-w-w-ife had a headach---" "No one cares about your excuses," the boss says, as he turns and walks away. "Finish it, Moishe," he says, addressing the gunman over his shoulder. *RECORD SCRATCH, FREEZE FRAME* So, I bet you're probably wondering how I got here, huh? Well that's a long story... *FOOTAGE REWINDS* It all started with NoFap. And it gets rather complicated from there. Stay tuned.