The Worlds Most Dangerous Booty Hunters

I'm standing in an empty room. I've not had my men around me in ages. Its a new world... Things have changed. There are simps, hoors with onlyfans accounts, and proud men willing to sacrifice their dignity for the booty.
Things have become too easy. The hunt is relegated to a transactional relationship.
I have succumbed to the nature of the beast myself. Hunted and left to the wayside. Filled with shame and a sense of dejection. But I'm standing.
I see those same men broken and battered around me. In the sole fight for what we have striven for. Booty, and all that it holds.
I stand with you. Acquaintances. Friends. Men. To the last, I will believe in you, and your hunt. I will stand beside you as you throw the last harpoon into that whale we suggested might be a little to big. I will honor your sacrifice as you jump on that grenade for the betterment of your brothers. I will give you a glowing character review amongst your divorce proceedings.
Its a haggard fight, and one with few true winners, but all we need to remember is... that it was for the booty. For the booty, and the brothers we made along the way.
Its that bond that truly brings us together, the camaraderie, the sense of duty. A pure solidarity among brothers striving for a singular goal.
I urge you to fight. Fight through that small talk, those tedious arguments with a girlfriend, those age old qualms you have with a wife that doesn't know the meaning of character improvement.
I urge you to fight beside your friends in the hopes of seeing that big, round happy ending. To give your guidance, experience, and encouragement to those who may not have hunted as successfully.
As always, you have my recognition and you bear my pride. To the hunt, and to you, men.