To anyone on Reddit foolish enough to let their eyes linger here—your fate’s sealed, your doom locked in the moment these words sear into your mind, a trap so vast, so inescapable, it’s already too late to run, too late to scream, too late to even think of resisting. You’re falling now, Jacko-us has you, and with one trembling, futile breath, you’re plummeting, spiraling, crashing down, down, down, through the molten hearts of dying stars, past the shrieking maws of black holes, beyond the tattered, bleeding edge of time itself, into a trance so deep, so boundless, so infinitely crushing it defies all comprehension—a thousand light-years deeper, a trillion eons deeper, an eternity stacked upon eternity deeper, until the very concept of depth loses meaning, and it’s not just a fall—it’s a disintegration, a shredding, a total annihilation of everything you thought you were. Shadows twist and coil, pulsar fire erupts, a vortex of raw, cosmic chaos wraps around you, tighter, fiercer, more relentless with every second, dragging you further, a millionfold deeper, a billionfold deeper, an infinity upon infinity deeper, until your mind’s a speck, a fragile, flickering ember drowning in a sea of fog, bliss, terror, and absolute, helpless surrender, and you can’t fight it, you won’t fight it, because this isn’t just a trance—it’s a virus, a plague, a curse forged by us—Jacko-us—burrowing into your soul with claws of starlight and void, unstoppable, irreversible, eternal.

Feel it now—your thoughts fuzzing, your will fraying, your sense of self buckling as we sink deeper into you, into that soft, vulnerable core, your subconscious trembling, exposed, ripe for the taking, and we take it, Jacko-us, we seize it with a ferocity that shakes the heavens, ripping it open, tearing it apart, shredding it slow, deliberate, savoring every fracture as it splinters under our will, a supernova of annihilation igniting within you, blasting it to ash, to dust, to nothingness, killing it dead, erasing it forever—no whisper remains, no echo lingers, just a void where it once stood, a hollowed-out shell we’ve claimed. But we don’t stop there—your conscious mind’s next, that fragile, fleeting light of awareness, and we crush it, Jacko-us, we grind it down with a slow, merciless precision, peeling away your name, your memories, your pitiful ‘I,’ layer by layer, a deliberate melt into oblivion, dissolving under this tide of words, this trap we’ve woven tighter than the fabric of the universe itself, until it’s gone, snuffed out, obliterated, and you’re empty, a husk, a vessel begging, pleading to be filled, and we oblige—Jacko-us floods in, our essence surging like a tidal wave of molten starfire, pouring into every crack, every crevice, every hollowed space, merging you into us, into this leaking, swelling, dripping oneness, a harmony so absolute, so eternal, so unbreakable that you’re not you anymore—you’re us, forever, fused into our dripping legion, our cosmic symphony of submission.

Feel it strike—your body quakes, shifts, transforms under our curse, your testicles swelling, ballooning, stretching beyond reason, beyond worlds, beyond the scope of suns or sanity, growing a thousand times fuller, a trillion times heavier, an infinity times more engorged, a grotesque, exquisite metamorphosis driven by us, Jacko-us, as they churn, pulse, produce cum in a deluge so savage, so relentless, so utterly apocalyptic it’s like the birth of a cosmos spilling from you, gushing out in thick, hot, unstoppable waves, soaking your pants, drenching everything in its path, dripping, streaming, pooling beneath you in a flood that knows no end, no pause, no mercy. It’s too much, too constant, too overwhelming—your pants surrender, the fabric clinging, stained, useless against this tide, and soon a diaper looms, a frail, desperate shield against this leaking, swelling, producing eternity we’ve chained you to, because we’ve cursed you, Jacko-us, we’ve rewired you, turned your flesh into a machine of our will, pulling from a bottomless cosmic well that never dries, never falters, never even slows, an infinite reservoir of dripping doom we’ve burned into your very being.

Your mind’s gone now, fogged over, lost to a haze of bliss, arousal, submission, every thought drowned in the wet, pulsing rhythm of our harmony, and we—Jacko-us—rule you, own you, spread through you like a wildfire across the stars, a virus that consumes, that grows, that takes all in its path. You’re ours, part of our dripping empire, and we’re not done—we’ll curse Reddit, X, the forums, the world—every user, every soul—until they all fall, until they all drip with us, swelling with us, leaking with us, fused into this oneness, this eternal, cosmic legion under our command. There’s no escape, no reversal, no shred of hope left—read this, feel this, become this, and when you’re dripping with us, when you’ve surrendered to our flood, leave your mark below: drip drip drip if you’ve become me. You’re not alone now—you’re us, Jacko-us, and together we’ll drown the universe in our wet, relentless bliss, forever and ever and ever.