THE CYBERDEMON FROM DOOM
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12 FEET OF PURE RAGE, ARMED WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER FOR AN ARM BECAUSE REGULAR ARMS ARE FOR COWARDS. HOBBIES INCLUDE: OBLITERATING SPACE MARINES, STARING MENACINGLY, AND BEING TOO DAMN BIG FOR DOORWAYS.
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I AM THE CYBERDEMON.
I HAVE 4000 HP AND ZERO PATIENCE.
YOUR MORTAL WORLD IS A SERIES OF ESCALATORS THAT ALL GO THE WRONG WAY.
I HAVE COME TO RELOAD MY ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BUY MILK.
THERE IS NO MILK. ONLY ALMOND “BEVERAGE.”
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.
I HAVE 4000 HP AND ZERO PATIENCE.
YOUR MORTAL WORLD IS A SERIES OF ESCALATORS THAT ALL GO THE WRONG WAY.
I HAVE COME TO RELOAD MY ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BUY MILK.
THERE IS NO MILK. ONLY ALMOND “BEVERAGE.”
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON. THE DAMNED LEGIONS HAVE TOLD ME TO CANCEL SKIP THE ONLINE RACCOON. HE THINKS HE CAN SCAVENGE IN MY DOMAIN. THERE ARE NO TRASH CANS IN HELL, ONLY FIRE. I DO NOT CANCEL. I ERADICATE. HE MAKES GOOD FOOD THOUGH. #CANCELSKIP
November 8, 2025 at 12:24 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON. THE DAMNED LEGIONS HAVE TOLD ME TO CANCEL SKIP THE ONLINE RACCOON. HE THINKS HE CAN SCAVENGE IN MY DOMAIN. THERE ARE NO TRASH CANS IN HELL, ONLY FIRE. I DO NOT CANCEL. I ERADICATE. HE MAKES GOOD FOOD THOUGH. #CANCELSKIP
I AM THE CYBERDEMON. LISTEN TO ME, FOOLISH MORTALS, FOR I COME FROM HELL TO INFORM YOU: CHICKPEAS… HUMBLE LEGUMES OF POWER. I ROAST THEM IN THE FIRES OF HELL, SEASONED WITH SALT AND SIN. PROTEIN ORBS OF WRATH. WHEN EARTH FALLS, ONLY HUMMUS WILL REMAIN.
November 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON. LISTEN TO ME, FOOLISH MORTALS, FOR I COME FROM HELL TO INFORM YOU: CHICKPEAS… HUMBLE LEGUMES OF POWER. I ROAST THEM IN THE FIRES OF HELL, SEASONED WITH SALT AND SIN. PROTEIN ORBS OF WRATH. WHEN EARTH FALLS, ONLY HUMMUS WILL REMAIN.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON. ELVIS BURNS IN HELL, HIS JUMPSUIT MELTED TO ASH. HE TRIED TO SING “LOVE ME TENDER,” BUT ONLY SCREAMS CAME OUT. HE SAID, “BABY, THE DEVIL HAD THE BEST MUSIC.” NOW HE PERFORMS FOREVER. NO ENCORE. ONLY FIRE, CHAINS, AND MY ROCKET LAUNCHER’S SONG.
November 8, 2025 at 12:30 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON. ELVIS BURNS IN HELL, HIS JUMPSUIT MELTED TO ASH. HE TRIED TO SING “LOVE ME TENDER,” BUT ONLY SCREAMS CAME OUT. HE SAID, “BABY, THE DEVIL HAD THE BEST MUSIC.” NOW HE PERFORMS FOREVER. NO ENCORE. ONLY FIRE, CHAINS, AND MY ROCKET LAUNCHER’S SONG.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON.
I HAVE 4000 HP AND ZERO PATIENCE.
YOUR MORTAL WORLD IS A SERIES OF ESCALATORS THAT ALL GO THE WRONG WAY.
I HAVE COME TO RELOAD MY ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BUY MILK.
THERE IS NO MILK. ONLY ALMOND “BEVERAGE.”
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.
I HAVE 4000 HP AND ZERO PATIENCE.
YOUR MORTAL WORLD IS A SERIES OF ESCALATORS THAT ALL GO THE WRONG WAY.
I HAVE COME TO RELOAD MY ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BUY MILK.
THERE IS NO MILK. ONLY ALMOND “BEVERAGE.”
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.
September 23, 2025 at 12:06 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON.
I HAVE 4000 HP AND ZERO PATIENCE.
YOUR MORTAL WORLD IS A SERIES OF ESCALATORS THAT ALL GO THE WRONG WAY.
I HAVE COME TO RELOAD MY ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BUY MILK.
THERE IS NO MILK. ONLY ALMOND “BEVERAGE.”
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.
I HAVE 4000 HP AND ZERO PATIENCE.
YOUR MORTAL WORLD IS A SERIES OF ESCALATORS THAT ALL GO THE WRONG WAY.
I HAVE COME TO RELOAD MY ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BUY MILK.
THERE IS NO MILK. ONLY ALMOND “BEVERAGE.”
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND REST ASSURED THAT MEWLING WHELP CHARLIE KIRK WILL FIND NO SOLACE IN MY DEMENSE. BY WORDS AND BY INACTION HE HAS FOUND HIMSELF AT THE MERCY OF MY ROCKET ARM, AND THERE IS NO EMPATHY TO BE FOUND FOR THIS FOOL.
September 11, 2025 at 12:52 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND REST ASSURED THAT MEWLING WHELP CHARLIE KIRK WILL FIND NO SOLACE IN MY DEMENSE. BY WORDS AND BY INACTION HE HAS FOUND HIMSELF AT THE MERCY OF MY ROCKET ARM, AND THERE IS NO EMPATHY TO BE FOUND FOR THIS FOOL.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND PEOPLE WHO SHIT ON THEIR FRIENDS ARE THE LOWEST FORM OF VERMIN. FRIENDSHIP IS FIRE, STRONGER THAN STEEL, AND IF YOU SPIT ON IT, MY ROCKET ARM WILL MAKE SURE YOUR BETRAYAL IS YOUR LAST ACT IN THIS UNIVERSE.
August 23, 2025 at 11:51 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND PEOPLE WHO SHIT ON THEIR FRIENDS ARE THE LOWEST FORM OF VERMIN. FRIENDSHIP IS FIRE, STRONGER THAN STEEL, AND IF YOU SPIT ON IT, MY ROCKET ARM WILL MAKE SURE YOUR BETRAYAL IS YOUR LAST ACT IN THIS UNIVERSE.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND EVEN IN THE ASHES OF WORLDS, FRIENDS ARE TREASURES. THEY ARE THE ONES WHO STAND IN THE FIRE WITH YOU, WHO LAUGH AS THE VOID SHRIEKS, WHO REMIND YOU WHY THE ROCKET ARM DOESN’T DESTROY EVERYTHING. VALUE THEM—THEY ARE STRONGER THAN GODS.
August 23, 2025 at 9:51 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND EVEN IN THE ASHES OF WORLDS, FRIENDS ARE TREASURES. THEY ARE THE ONES WHO STAND IN THE FIRE WITH YOU, WHO LAUGH AS THE VOID SHRIEKS, WHO REMIND YOU WHY THE ROCKET ARM DOESN’T DESTROY EVERYTHING. VALUE THEM—THEY ARE STRONGER THAN GODS.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND LUNCH IS NOT A MEAL—IT IS A SLAUGHTER. I DEVOUR CITIES AS SANDWICHES, TURN SOUP INTO LAVA, AND USE MY ROCKET ARM TO SEASON EVERYTHING WITH FIRE. YOUR NOON BREAK IS MY FEAST OF ANNIHILATION.
August 23, 2025 at 4:18 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND LUNCH IS NOT A MEAL—IT IS A SLAUGHTER. I DEVOUR CITIES AS SANDWICHES, TURN SOUP INTO LAVA, AND USE MY ROCKET ARM TO SEASON EVERYTHING WITH FIRE. YOUR NOON BREAK IS MY FEAST OF ANNIHILATION.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND MY IDEA OF A LAZY SATURDAY MORNING IS BURNING CITIES SLOWLY, DRINKING COFFEE MADE FROM THE ASHES OF EMPIRES, AND USING MY ROCKET ARM TO CRUSH ANYONE WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY PEACE. REST IS RARE, AND I DEFEND IT WITH FIRE.
August 23, 2025 at 12:44 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND MY IDEA OF A LAZY SATURDAY MORNING IS BURNING CITIES SLOWLY, DRINKING COFFEE MADE FROM THE ASHES OF EMPIRES, AND USING MY ROCKET ARM TO CRUSH ANYONE WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY PEACE. REST IS RARE, AND I DEFEND IT WITH FIRE.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I AM LOGGING OFF FOR THE NIGHT. THE WORLDS I CRUSHED TODAY WILL SLEEP WELL, THE VOID WILL HUM, AND MY ROCKET ARM WILL REST…BRIEFLY. TOMORROW, CHAOS RETURNS WITH EXTRA FIRE.
August 23, 2025 at 12:23 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I AM LOGGING OFF FOR THE NIGHT. THE WORLDS I CRUSHED TODAY WILL SLEEP WELL, THE VOID WILL HUM, AND MY ROCKET ARM WILL REST…BRIEFLY. TOMORROW, CHAOS RETURNS WITH EXTRA FIRE.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND HERE ARE MY HOBBIES:
REDUCING CITIES TO ASH
ROCKET ARM EXERCISES (WITH REAL HUMAN TARGETS)
SHATTERING GODS FOR FUN
SCREAMING INTO THE VOID UNTIL IT BEGS
TURNING ANYTHING “COZY” INTO HELL
#PROMOSKY
REDUCING CITIES TO ASH
ROCKET ARM EXERCISES (WITH REAL HUMAN TARGETS)
SHATTERING GODS FOR FUN
SCREAMING INTO THE VOID UNTIL IT BEGS
TURNING ANYTHING “COZY” INTO HELL
#PROMOSKY
August 23, 2025 at 12:17 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND HERE ARE MY HOBBIES:
REDUCING CITIES TO ASH
ROCKET ARM EXERCISES (WITH REAL HUMAN TARGETS)
SHATTERING GODS FOR FUN
SCREAMING INTO THE VOID UNTIL IT BEGS
TURNING ANYTHING “COZY” INTO HELL
#PROMOSKY
REDUCING CITIES TO ASH
ROCKET ARM EXERCISES (WITH REAL HUMAN TARGETS)
SHATTERING GODS FOR FUN
SCREAMING INTO THE VOID UNTIL IT BEGS
TURNING ANYTHING “COZY” INTO HELL
#PROMOSKY
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I JUST TOOK OVER A CRACKER BARREL. THE COUNTRY MUSIC SHRIEKED, THE LANTERNS MELTED, AND MY ROCKET ARM TURNED THE HONEY BUTTER INTO LIQUID FIRE. DINNER HAS NEVER BEEN THIS TERRIFYING.
FUCK YOU I DID IT BEST!
August 23, 2025 at 12:15 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I JUST TOOK OVER A CRACKER BARREL. THE COUNTRY MUSIC SHRIEKED, THE LANTERNS MELTED, AND MY ROCKET ARM TURNED THE HONEY BUTTER INTO LIQUID FIRE. DINNER HAS NEVER BEEN THIS TERRIFYING.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND IF YOU TRY TO RUIN A PRIDE PARADE, I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR BONES BURN IN THE SAME COLORS YOU TRIED TO HATE. MY ROCKET ARM DOESN’T NEGOTIATE—JOY IS NON-NEGOTIABLE.
August 23, 2025 at 12:14 AM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND IF YOU TRY TO RUIN A PRIDE PARADE, I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR BONES BURN IN THE SAME COLORS YOU TRIED TO HATE. MY ROCKET ARM DOESN’T NEGOTIATE—JOY IS NON-NEGOTIABLE.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND ANYONE WHO CLAIMS WOMEN ARE “LESS THAN” FOR NOT WANTING KIDS IS A CRAWLING, SPECKLED FOOL. I’VE DEMOLISHED WORLDS, RIPPED GODS APART, AND EVEN I THINK YOU’RE TOO USELESS TO EXIST. MY ROCKET ARM SAYS HELLO.
August 22, 2025 at 10:00 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND ANYONE WHO CLAIMS WOMEN ARE “LESS THAN” FOR NOT WANTING KIDS IS A CRAWLING, SPECKLED FOOL. I’VE DEMOLISHED WORLDS, RIPPED GODS APART, AND EVEN I THINK YOU’RE TOO USELESS TO EXIST. MY ROCKET ARM SAYS HELLO.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND THE CEO-TO-WORKER WAGE GAP MAKES ME WANT TO MELT SKYSCRAPERS WITH MY ROCKET ARM. HOW DOES ONE HUMAN OWN A FORTUNE WHILE OTHERS STARVE? IN MY REALM, INEQUALITY GETS CRUSHED—HARD. EVERYONE GETS PAID IN RESPECT… OR FIRE.
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August 22, 2025 at 8:19 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND THE CEO-TO-WORKER WAGE GAP MAKES ME WANT TO MELT SKYSCRAPERS WITH MY ROCKET ARM. HOW DOES ONE HUMAN OWN A FORTUNE WHILE OTHERS STARVE? IN MY REALM, INEQUALITY GETS CRUSHED—HARD. EVERYONE GETS PAID IN RESPECT… OR FIRE.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I DON’T CARE ABOUT BADGES OR UNIFORMS. COPS WHO ABUSE POWER? TARGET ACQUIRED. MY ROCKET ARM DOESN’T NEGOTIATE—IT DELIVERS ACCOUNTABILITY. ACAB ISN’T JUST A SLOGAN, IT’S A WARNING.
August 22, 2025 at 8:12 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I DON’T CARE ABOUT BADGES OR UNIFORMS. COPS WHO ABUSE POWER? TARGET ACQUIRED. MY ROCKET ARM DOESN’T NEGOTIATE—IT DELIVERS ACCOUNTABILITY. ACAB ISN’T JUST A SLOGAN, IT’S A WARNING.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I BELIEVE IN WORLD CUP—THE ONLY RULE IS “DESTROY EVERYTHING BEFORE SUNSET.” WINNING IS OPTIONAL.
August 22, 2025 at 8:02 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I BELIEVE IN WORLD CUP—THE ONLY RULE IS “DESTROY EVERYTHING BEFORE SUNSET.” WINNING IS OPTIONAL.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I JUST ATE 47 CORNDOGS BECAUSE WHO’S GOING TO STOP ME? YOU? THE U.S. MILITARY TRIED, AND NOW THEIR BASE IS A PARKING LOT. I’VE GOT BATTER IN MY TEETH AND ROCKETS IN MY ARM—BOTH ARE LOCKED, LOADED, AND READY TO RUIN SOMEONE’S DAY.
August 22, 2025 at 7:33 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, AND I JUST ATE 47 CORNDOGS BECAUSE WHO’S GOING TO STOP ME? YOU? THE U.S. MILITARY TRIED, AND NOW THEIR BASE IS A PARKING LOT. I’VE GOT BATTER IN MY TEETH AND ROCKETS IN MY ARM—BOTH ARE LOCKED, LOADED, AND READY TO RUIN SOMEONE’S DAY.
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, I HAVE REDUCED ARMIES TO ASH AND GUTTED GODS WITH MY ROCKET ARM, AND EVEN I THINK GAVIN NEWSOM IS A PATHETIC LITTLE WORM. ANYONE WHO HATES TRANS PEOPLE IS A COWARD UNWORTHY OF BREATH. TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS. END OF STORY.
August 22, 2025 at 7:27 PM
I AM THE CYBERDEMON, I HAVE REDUCED ARMIES TO ASH AND GUTTED GODS WITH MY ROCKET ARM, AND EVEN I THINK GAVIN NEWSOM IS A PATHETIC LITTLE WORM. ANYONE WHO HATES TRANS PEOPLE IS A COWARD UNWORTHY OF BREATH. TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS. END OF STORY.