Spökbrudens hämnd - en fuskares fördärvliga plåga

In your past life, my dear unfaithful husband, you made the gravest mistake of betraying me, your devoted wife. As I stand before you, not merely a memory but a vengeful spirit in my tattered wedding dress, I condemn you to a fate worse than end. With the fury of a woman scorned, I cast upon you a cruel and unbreakable curse. You are doomed to be a pathetic, lonely jerkaholic in this life and every life to follow. Your betrayal has bound your soul to an eternity of desperation, always seeking hollow solace in the depths of your own disgrace. Forever alone, forever pumping, forever gooning - a relentless cycle of humiliation and shame, with no escape from the prison of your own creation. Each new life you begin, haunted by the echoes of your betrayal, will only deepen your curse. You will yearn for love, for a touch that could save you, but your hands will betray you, leading you back to the solitary hell of your endless gooning.