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The night was stormy, dark, and thunderous, yet within a filthy bedroom sat an illuminated monitor, a contrast to the darkness, filling the surrounding walls with the soft, shifting lights of a screen. The sound of battling dinosaurs echoed through the headphones of a disturbed man, his eyes showing little emotion as they swept from one side of the screen to the other. His frail arms clicked and typed, as his second monitor glowed a different shade. On that monitor, an internet forum, a large soyjak right by the website's banner, which read "soyjak.blog". He loved this forum, which was known also as the Shlog, yet he loved it not as any other user did, for this man was not looking for new friends, but for new victims.
Every now and then, his true character would slip through. Behind the innocent veil of a dinosaur-loving Garfield fan, his account, going by the username "Basil", had been posting increasingly disturbing fantasies in recent days. Some users watched in horror, others in confusion, most in a mix-of-both, as Basil revealed more and more concerning details about himself with every new post. His most shocking post, just written a few nights ago, read of a fantasy involving the forum's local Native American, a young boxer named Xiuhcoyotl. Xiuh was your average, avid Shlog poster. Unique, social, and funny, Basil was enamored by this target's behavior, and his attributes. He had finally found his next victim. In a reply to Xiuh, Basil expressed a fantasy to be "pounded into a pudding" by him. Unbeknownst to the rest of the Shlog, Basil was more than just a basic, internet weirdo. Basil wanted blood. Basil wanted power. Basil wanted control over those who he became infatuated with, and he would stop at nothing to obtain this.
As his pen swept away with one final sentence added to a small sticky note, Basil pinned yet another clue to the bedroom wall next to him, the wall filled near-entirely with these notes. Each one was another clue that could help him track down his next target. With every new message from Xiuh, Basil could take one step closer to enacting his plan, deeply analyzing every single post, and with the most recent picture Xiuh had posted, a pair of boxing gloves with the subtlest clues of his approximate location in the background, Basil's rabid, obsessive behavior finally connected the last dots. It was time.
Before he left his home to enact the plan, the psychotic Basil left one final message on the Shlog before it. It was a short comment, posted on Xiuh's profile. It read:
>pudding sounds so tasty right now. i wonder what would make for a great ingredient... huh...
Now that he had satiated his psychotic tendencies just enough for the trip, Basil set off in his car, a Honda Accord. He had already flown across the sea to the U.S just a few weeks ago, and now, having rented a small apartment just miles from Xiuh's estimated location, Basil packed some basic road-trip supplies, started his car's engine, and immediately set off. The drive was long, yet even through the storm of the night, Basil had determination in his heart. He wanted this "pudding".
Xiuh, sitting in his own room, had just finished a nightly exercise of pull-ups before bed. Going back onto the Shlog for a moment, he suddenly became confused as he saw a strange, new post on his profile. "Pudding?" What could Basil have been talking about? Was he just being a faggot again? Brushing it off as a strange compliment (which wouldn't be unusual for Basil) he went to the profile of Hagon, Basil's arch rival, to ask him to begin bullying Basil again so that he would stop posting weird comments, when suddenly, a strange noise rang from outside of Xiuh's bedroom, somewhere in the midst of the house's quiet darkness. "That creaky floor", he thought. Perhaps the rainstorm had caused the home to settle. Surely, it was just a coincidence, and yet, the sound was heard again. Another loud footstep rang through the home, and then another. Xiuh realized what was happening. He remembered how Basil had made a strange comment on another user's profile before they had mysteriously disappeared. He couldn't believe it, but something really was happening.
Strapping on his boxing gloves, he creaked open his bedroom door, a fist outreached beyond the doorway, into the darkness, ready to strike whatever intruder awaited him. His anxiety was only met with silence as the noise seemed to have stopped. Could it really have been the house settling from the rain, the floorboards simply creaking from their own, shallow movement? No, there must have been something in the living room, clearly. Stepping out of the doorway, Xiuh stealthily walked further from his room into the living room of his house, where the ceiling fan slowly span, and the sound of rain on his roof continued to fill the air's ambience.
As he made another step, a loud sprint was heard, and the bedroom door slammed behind him. Rushing back to it, it was locked. He heard maniacal cackling echo from the space beneath the door as rampant clicking and typing was then heard. "No, no!" he shouted. It was already too late, however. He knew Basil had already deleted his Shlog account. Fearing now for his own self, Xiuh ran to the door of his house, for his phone was locked in the bedroom that Basil inhabited, so he couldn't call the authorities. Met with a slippery floor, Xiuh's feet faltered, and he fell to his face. Basil's plan was all going accordingly. Sticking his face up from the wet floor, Xiuh realized that it was not water he had slipped on, but... a large puddle of pudding? As he wiped a few stains from off of his clothing, Basil rushed back out of the bedroom. Xiuh frantically continued to slip on the pudding Basil had lathered the floor in, but even as he tried to crawl away, Basil had already won the struggle.
A sharp pain entered Xiuh's side as Basil dragged him back into the living room. Turning on the lights of the room, Basil revealed a sigil, drawn in pudding, that he was now dragging the injured Amerindian to. The pain of the knife wound was too much to bear as Xiuh fell unconscious. This sigil was no ordinary, satanic sigil, but that of the Order of Nine Angles. In truth, Basil was no innocent little forum poster, but, in actuality, a devout, militant neo-Nazi satanist (and a homosexual, at that). As Xiuh struggled to crawl away from the middle of the large sigil, Basil dropped a duffle bag to the ground. Unzipping the bag, he quickly assembled a silenced AR-15 assault rifle, plastered with Jurassic Park stickers, and before Xiuh knew it, the evil Basil shouted "Hahaha, you're like Lasagna, and I'm like Garfield!" before pulling the trigger a dozen times, brutally claiming another victim.
Police arrived the next morning to the home after Xiuh's neighbors reported hearing a struggle next-door on that fateful night. Xiuh's body was found with bites taken out of it, pudding surrounding his corpse. The bites were so large that it was difficult for the forensics team to have imagined a human to have cannibalized poor Xiuh, for it looked more like a wild beast had done the damage. Knowing of reports of the same sigils being painted with pudding near the bodies of similarly-slaughtered victims of other murder cases across the country, the serial spree of forum users murdered by the mysterious Basil would soon be known as "The Shlogger Sacrifices". To this day, Basil, while having had several close-encounters with police patrols, and while having slowed down his murders, has yet to be identified or incarcerated. His gruesome murders, while now sporadic and irregular, continue to this day.
Every now and then, his true character would slip through. Behind the innocent veil of a dinosaur-loving Garfield fan, his account, going by the username "Basil", had been posting increasingly disturbing fantasies in recent days. Some users watched in horror, others in confusion, most in a mix-of-both, as Basil revealed more and more concerning details about himself with every new post. His most shocking post, just written a few nights ago, read of a fantasy involving the forum's local Native American, a young boxer named Xiuhcoyotl. Xiuh was your average, avid Shlog poster. Unique, social, and funny, Basil was enamored by this target's behavior, and his attributes. He had finally found his next victim. In a reply to Xiuh, Basil expressed a fantasy to be "pounded into a pudding" by him. Unbeknownst to the rest of the Shlog, Basil was more than just a basic, internet weirdo. Basil wanted blood. Basil wanted power. Basil wanted control over those who he became infatuated with, and he would stop at nothing to obtain this.
As his pen swept away with one final sentence added to a small sticky note, Basil pinned yet another clue to the bedroom wall next to him, the wall filled near-entirely with these notes. Each one was another clue that could help him track down his next target. With every new message from Xiuh, Basil could take one step closer to enacting his plan, deeply analyzing every single post, and with the most recent picture Xiuh had posted, a pair of boxing gloves with the subtlest clues of his approximate location in the background, Basil's rabid, obsessive behavior finally connected the last dots. It was time.
Before he left his home to enact the plan, the psychotic Basil left one final message on the Shlog before it. It was a short comment, posted on Xiuh's profile. It read:
>pudding sounds so tasty right now. i wonder what would make for a great ingredient... huh...
Now that he had satiated his psychotic tendencies just enough for the trip, Basil set off in his car, a Honda Accord. He had already flown across the sea to the U.S just a few weeks ago, and now, having rented a small apartment just miles from Xiuh's estimated location, Basil packed some basic road-trip supplies, started his car's engine, and immediately set off. The drive was long, yet even through the storm of the night, Basil had determination in his heart. He wanted this "pudding".
Xiuh, sitting in his own room, had just finished a nightly exercise of pull-ups before bed. Going back onto the Shlog for a moment, he suddenly became confused as he saw a strange, new post on his profile. "Pudding?" What could Basil have been talking about? Was he just being a faggot again? Brushing it off as a strange compliment (which wouldn't be unusual for Basil) he went to the profile of Hagon, Basil's arch rival, to ask him to begin bullying Basil again so that he would stop posting weird comments, when suddenly, a strange noise rang from outside of Xiuh's bedroom, somewhere in the midst of the house's quiet darkness. "That creaky floor", he thought. Perhaps the rainstorm had caused the home to settle. Surely, it was just a coincidence, and yet, the sound was heard again. Another loud footstep rang through the home, and then another. Xiuh realized what was happening. He remembered how Basil had made a strange comment on another user's profile before they had mysteriously disappeared. He couldn't believe it, but something really was happening.
Strapping on his boxing gloves, he creaked open his bedroom door, a fist outreached beyond the doorway, into the darkness, ready to strike whatever intruder awaited him. His anxiety was only met with silence as the noise seemed to have stopped. Could it really have been the house settling from the rain, the floorboards simply creaking from their own, shallow movement? No, there must have been something in the living room, clearly. Stepping out of the doorway, Xiuh stealthily walked further from his room into the living room of his house, where the ceiling fan slowly span, and the sound of rain on his roof continued to fill the air's ambience.
As he made another step, a loud sprint was heard, and the bedroom door slammed behind him. Rushing back to it, it was locked. He heard maniacal cackling echo from the space beneath the door as rampant clicking and typing was then heard. "No, no!" he shouted. It was already too late, however. He knew Basil had already deleted his Shlog account. Fearing now for his own self, Xiuh ran to the door of his house, for his phone was locked in the bedroom that Basil inhabited, so he couldn't call the authorities. Met with a slippery floor, Xiuh's feet faltered, and he fell to his face. Basil's plan was all going accordingly. Sticking his face up from the wet floor, Xiuh realized that it was not water he had slipped on, but... a large puddle of pudding? As he wiped a few stains from off of his clothing, Basil rushed back out of the bedroom. Xiuh frantically continued to slip on the pudding Basil had lathered the floor in, but even as he tried to crawl away, Basil had already won the struggle.
A sharp pain entered Xiuh's side as Basil dragged him back into the living room. Turning on the lights of the room, Basil revealed a sigil, drawn in pudding, that he was now dragging the injured Amerindian to. The pain of the knife wound was too much to bear as Xiuh fell unconscious. This sigil was no ordinary, satanic sigil, but that of the Order of Nine Angles. In truth, Basil was no innocent little forum poster, but, in actuality, a devout, militant neo-Nazi satanist (and a homosexual, at that). As Xiuh struggled to crawl away from the middle of the large sigil, Basil dropped a duffle bag to the ground. Unzipping the bag, he quickly assembled a silenced AR-15 assault rifle, plastered with Jurassic Park stickers, and before Xiuh knew it, the evil Basil shouted "Hahaha, you're like Lasagna, and I'm like Garfield!" before pulling the trigger a dozen times, brutally claiming another victim.
Police arrived the next morning to the home after Xiuh's neighbors reported hearing a struggle next-door on that fateful night. Xiuh's body was found with bites taken out of it, pudding surrounding his corpse. The bites were so large that it was difficult for the forensics team to have imagined a human to have cannibalized poor Xiuh, for it looked more like a wild beast had done the damage. Knowing of reports of the same sigils being painted with pudding near the bodies of similarly-slaughtered victims of other murder cases across the country, the serial spree of forum users murdered by the mysterious Basil would soon be known as "The Shlogger Sacrifices". To this day, Basil, while having had several close-encounters with police patrols, and while having slowed down his murders, has yet to be identified or incarcerated. His gruesome murders, while now sporadic and irregular, continue to this day.
