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Hey, you.
Yeah you. The one with an unhealthy attachment to fictional girls and speedrunning loneliness like it’s a competitive sport. We see you. And we've got the solution to your very specific problem.
This isn’t just a pillow—it’s a life choice. A soft, scandalous, limited-time one-way ticket to giving up whatever dignity you had left. You're buying the illusion of companionship from a pixel-perfect beach bombshell who’d steal your fries, mock your taste in games, and still crawl into bed like she owns the place. And you’d let her. You absolutely would.
Side effects may include: shortness of breath, impulse spending, and saying “it’s not weird” a lot.
This is (not) a cult
a POMF CLUB web-novel
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UPCOMING EVENTS
THIS IS (NOT) A CULT
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There was a time when the internet felt alive. Random. Emotional. Chaotic in the best way. You'd stumble into an unmoderated forum at 2AM and leave with 14 new best friends you'd never meet. Everything was bizarre. Everything was personal. Everything meant something.
Now? The internet is bleached. Everything is sanitized and boiled down into a gray sludge. You scroll, and scroll, and scroll— waiting for that hit of weird, of magic, of meaning—and it never comes. You’re not just doomscrolling—you’re grieving. Grieving the version of the internet that felt like it was made by people. Grieving the part of you that used to be excited to log on.
That’s where we come in. POMF CLUB is a full-scream love letter to the chaos-core era of the web. To the drama. The delusion. The deeply unhinged joy of laughing at something that shouldn’t exist—but does. We are jokes that should’ve stayed drafts, plots that should’ve stayed inside thoughts, and characters that are one emotional breakdown away from dragging you down with them. And that’s what makes it real. We’re not here to optimize. We’re here to feel. We’re building something handcrafted, unhinged, and completely unserious—on purpose. We make things for people who want to care too much again. Who want to spiral into something beautiful with characters who should probably be in therapy. To laugh so hard, they accidentally cry. To cry so hard, they accidentally laugh. So, if you’ve been looking for something real in a feed full of nothing—hi. Welcome. We’ve been saving you a seat.
YOU’RE NOT BORED. YOU’RE STARVED.
EMOTIONALLY MISO.
COMING SOON.
One spoonful and I spiraled into an existential breakdown. I thought I was eating soup, but now I’m questioning if I’ve ever eaten anything at all. Do I even exist? Is this soup, or is it my cry for help in liquid form?
