It had been 11 months since Isaac had taken on Joker in their final battle. Isaac, a hero to all gamers, intending to shoot up an oppressive high school, filled with stacies and chads, incel rage and Szechuan sauce coursing through his veins, as he led his one man charge against the society he lived in. Joker, the vile normie gatekeeper, who had oppressed his people for so long. The final outcome for our hero was 11 long months in jail. 11 long months of anal rape. During this time, Isaac's neckbeard had grown long and ragged, and his hair was fortified by a 3 inch layer of dandruff. Finally his torment was brought to an end, when in a bold move, his lawyer had him declared legally autistic, and all charges were dropped against him.

His time inside the slammer had only filled Isaac with more hate for the chads. Every day, he thought about how his only friend, Geno had been shot dead by the Successful Video Game characters, and that now he was alone in this world.

"There must be others", he said to himself, as he donned his Nintendo Labo armour once again. "Yes! Last time, I failed to avenge Geno, because I was all alone. But the expression is 'gamers rise up', not 'gamer rise up'. That's where I went wrong! I need to build an army of likeminded individuals. And together, we will burn this fucking world down!"

With a wild smile on his face, Isaac climbed into the driver's seat of his Robin Reliant, and went speeding down the highway at a whopping 36 MPH. His theme song, Baby by Justin Bieber blared from his cassette player as he rode to the place where he knew all the incels would be waiting for him. He pulled up the midnight launch for the new Animal Crossing New Horizons. A bunch of smelly retards in fursuits were all queued up outside, the Switches in their hands loudly emitting bing bing wahoo sounds, which disrupted the tranquility of the night.

"Gentlemen!" Isaac yelled, as he squeezed out of his comically undersized car. "I am here to offer you all the chance of a lifetime! The chance to be a part of something larger than all of us! You stand here tonight, your faces hidden in shame. But that's because we live in a society! A society which judges and casts us out, which makes us wear these masks. But I'm going to tear it down! I'm going to show all the staceys who rejected us, the chads who made fun of us, and the bullshit doctors who gave us fucking autism diagnoses! There's nothing wrong with my head, you fucking charlatans! You're the one who has stunted developmental growth!"

Although he seemed to kind of lose his point, and descend into rambling, the fursuited cucks seemed impressed by his energy. Clearly he had reached a single, or even perhaps double digit count of testosterone, more than they had ever experienced, that was for certain.

"Yes, we'll join you!" they cheered. "Gamers rise up!"

"That's great", Isaac told them. "But for this great undertaking, I can only bring the best with me. So I will have to take off the masks of your fursuits, so I can be assured that you're up to the job."

He stepped forwards, unmasking a blue horse furry, revealing none other than... some poorly drawn box boy from a game no one ever played.

"Some of you will be too weak, too irrelevant to join me. But some of you..."

He moved on in the line, unmasking a purple giraffe.

"...But some of you have great power in this world. Like you, Waluigi! In the world of Twitter, there is no force greater than your toxic fanbase. I remember the day your followers bullied some hideous 13 year old stacey into suicide. Just beautiful. Brought a tear to my eye. Will you join me, and lend me your power?"

"Yes!" Waluigi agreed, clearly inspired by the incel overlord's words. "I was happy to spend the last 20 years of my life hitting on Daisy, when we played tennis and golf, then watching from inside the closet as Luigi fucks her, after I got rejected. But now they're both in Smash, and I'm not! It's bullshit! Bullshit!"

"Excellent", Isaac smiled, as he continued down the line, unmasking more of his incel brothers. Most of them were too irrelevant to even bother putting in this story to make fun of. But two more were welcomed with open arms into the incel rebellion.

"Euden, tell us your story!" Isaac proclaimed before the crowd.

"Uh, my name is is Euden Boar Ring! I'm from Dragalia Lost, a failed gacha game. Most of you may be more familiar with the Successful Video Game characters, but there is a lesser known group, the Successful Gacha Characters, who have been making life a hell for people like me. Every day, they would show me how retarded their whales were, how loose they were with their parents money, and how that translated into better waifus and microtransactions for their game. But I have a great power too! I am really good at sucking up to actual successful game characters, and getting them to cameo in my game, out of pity. So with my connections, I believe I will be a great asset to the incel rebellion."

"Very good", Isaac told him, before moving on down the line. He found several more people who were even more irrelevant than him, but finally, he came to a stop by the man who would be the final member of his elite force.

"What is your name, my boy?"

"Springman. I may be younger than you, Isaac, but we have similar stories. Like how you were told by Nintendo that you would take the world of JRPGs by storm, I was told that I would take the world of fighting games by storm. But like how the JRPG fans were not impressed by a game where all you do is spam summons, the fighting game fans were not impressed by a game where all you do is bait and poke, with no combos or gamestate beyond neutral. And so, Nintendo cast us both aside. But like you, they at least believed in me! So I can point to all the failed attempts to push my game during its first year, and trick Nintendrones into thinking I'm part of a relevant franchise!"

"That's... a real tragedy", Isaac said, with a sympathetic nod. "While all the normies act like 9/11 or the coronavirus are a big deal, the two of us knew true suffering! We knew betrayal! And now, we'll have our revenge! You all know me as Isaac, but in order for our movement to be taken more seriously, I am going to give myself a title befitting of the man who will tear down this society, and build a better one. I am the Supreme Gentleman!"

"All hail Supreme Gentleman Isaac!" chorused the fursuited crowd.

Just then, the store clerk came out of the game store. "Uh, I know you faggots, uh, I mean furries have been queuing here for the last 23 hours, and the store was supposed to open in 5 minutes. But the midnight release is cancelled due to the coronavirus. So go call your moms up, and get them to drive you home."

"Oh, what the fuck?!" complained all the incels.

"Are we going to take this?!" Isaac asked them, as he began advancing on the store. "Are we going to let this society push us around, deny us the game that we paid for, with our parents money, and our fraudulently claimed welfare?!"

"Uh, I wasn't asking", the store clerk told him. "Fuck off, or we'll call the police."

"Oh, ok, we'd better leave", Isaac agreed. The incel rebellion nodded, and had their moms pick them up and take them home.