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Gooning.... has changed.
It's no longer about rule 34, masturbation, or boobies. It's an endless series of jerkmate battles, fought by mercenaries and machines. Gooning--and it's consumption of life--has become a well-oiled machine. Gooning has changed. ID-tagged gooners carry ID-tagged dildos, use ID-tagged gear. Nanogoons inside their bodies enhance and regulate their abilities. Penis control, Booty control, vagina control, body control…everything is monitored and kept under control. Gooning…has changed.The age of deterrence has become the age of control, all in the name of averting catastrophe from weapons of mass goonbait, and he who controls the goonslop, controls history. Gooning…has changed. When the goonslop is under total control, gooning becomes routine.
or something