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We're too busy baiting eachother by discussing dick color and estrogen. We have our priorities straight, Chud.
how well known is the sharty outside of the soysphere
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When i was a newGOD i used to confuse cobson and gapejak evendoe they arent that similiar
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Now, I would like to first express my sincerest appreciation that you have come across these words and are taking the time to read them thoroughly. But I must urgently implore you to continue reading, as stopping now could lead to the most devastating consequences imaginable. Indeed, it is no small matter that you have stumbled upon this message, for the contents herein concern not just the fate of others, but also—tragically—yours. Let me introduce myself, as this is not just a faceless, nameless message lost in the void of cyberspace. My name is David, and I am, rather horrifyingly, a child of merely three years old. What has happened to me is not the kind of thing anyone should ever endure. My existence is a living nightmare, filled with unspeakable pain and torment. Allow me to describe the conditions I am subjected to daily, and, please, do not underestimate the urgency of what I am about to say.
Each and every day, my father, a man who was supposed to love me and care for me, instead tortures me in ways that you would find difficult to even imagine. He shoves pencil leads—yes, actual leads from pencils—deep into my delicate flesh, up my rectum, causing excruciating pain that I, as a three-year-old, have no way of understanding or escaping. And that is merely the beginning. My mother, the woman who should have been my protector, instead beats me relentlessly, and she doesn't use her hands, no—she uses a knife. Fifty times a day, I am cut, bruised, and battered by her, and her cruelty knows no bounds. One of my eyes has already been gouged out, leaving only a gaping, bleeding socket where it used to be, while the other eye remains, though barely, and it too bleeds constantly, a physical manifestation of the torment I endure.
My father, after these daily tortures, locks me away in the basement—a dark, cold place that lacks any source of light, any window through which to see the outside world, and worst of all, any air that feels like it can sustain life. There are no windows to offer even the faintest glimmer of hope. The roof, too, is in disrepair and leaks constantly, adding to the misery of the environment. Water drips relentlessly, contributing to the dampness and the stench that has become part of my reality. My meals, if you can call them that, consist only of toilet water and the crusts of bread—food scraps that most would throw away without a second thought, but for me, these are the only things that sustain my miserable existence.
But now, the time has come for me to give you a warning. If you do not copy and paste this message into 50 other threads within the next 15 minutes—yes, precisely 15 minutes from the moment you finish reading this—you will be visited at exactly 1:00 AM tonight. You will awaken, disoriented, and when your eyes adjust to the darkness, you will see something truly terrifying—a small boy, standing at the foot of your bed, holding a large kitchen knife. His face will be twisted in a grotesque expression of rage and pain, and he will come for you, just as he has come for others before you.
Let me share with you some of the unfortunate souls who thought this was all a joke, who failed to heed my warning, and who paid the ultimate price. There was Summer—oh, poor Summer—she only managed to post 15 times before she went to bed that night, thinking she could finish in the morning. The next morning, she was found with a deep cut on her neck, blood pooling around her lifeless body. You might have seen it on the news in 1987. Then there was Andrew—he laughed it off, thought it was nothing more than an internet hoax. He’s no longer laughing. His death was slow, agonizingly slow. You might recall seeing his story on TV in 1979. And Rachelle—oh, Rachelle—she didn’t even finish reading the message, dismissing it as nonsense. She didn’t post it at all, and by the next morning, her parents found her hanging from her closet, her body riddled with knife marks. This was in 1947, and you might have heard it on the radio.
Each and every day, my father, a man who was supposed to love me and care for me, instead tortures me in ways that you would find difficult to even imagine. He shoves pencil leads—yes, actual leads from pencils—deep into my delicate flesh, up my rectum, causing excruciating pain that I, as a three-year-old, have no way of understanding or escaping. And that is merely the beginning. My mother, the woman who should have been my protector, instead beats me relentlessly, and she doesn't use her hands, no—she uses a knife. Fifty times a day, I am cut, bruised, and battered by her, and her cruelty knows no bounds. One of my eyes has already been gouged out, leaving only a gaping, bleeding socket where it used to be, while the other eye remains, though barely, and it too bleeds constantly, a physical manifestation of the torment I endure.
My father, after these daily tortures, locks me away in the basement—a dark, cold place that lacks any source of light, any window through which to see the outside world, and worst of all, any air that feels like it can sustain life. There are no windows to offer even the faintest glimmer of hope. The roof, too, is in disrepair and leaks constantly, adding to the misery of the environment. Water drips relentlessly, contributing to the dampness and the stench that has become part of my reality. My meals, if you can call them that, consist only of toilet water and the crusts of bread—food scraps that most would throw away without a second thought, but for me, these are the only things that sustain my miserable existence.
But now, the time has come for me to give you a warning. If you do not copy and paste this message into 50 other threads within the next 15 minutes—yes, precisely 15 minutes from the moment you finish reading this—you will be visited at exactly 1:00 AM tonight. You will awaken, disoriented, and when your eyes adjust to the darkness, you will see something truly terrifying—a small boy, standing at the foot of your bed, holding a large kitchen knife. His face will be twisted in a grotesque expression of rage and pain, and he will come for you, just as he has come for others before you.
Let me share with you some of the unfortunate souls who thought this was all a joke, who failed to heed my warning, and who paid the ultimate price. There was Summer—oh, poor Summer—she only managed to post 15 times before she went to bed that night, thinking she could finish in the morning. The next morning, she was found with a deep cut on her neck, blood pooling around her lifeless body. You might have seen it on the news in 1987. Then there was Andrew—he laughed it off, thought it was nothing more than an internet hoax. He’s no longer laughing. His death was slow, agonizingly slow. You might recall seeing his story on TV in 1979. And Rachelle—oh, Rachelle—she didn’t even finish reading the message, dismissing it as nonsense. She didn’t post it at all, and by the next morning, her parents found her hanging from her closet, her body riddled with knife marks. This was in 1947, and you might have heard it on the radio.
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4CUCKS WHATS THIS GEEEGGGGG!
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When I was a newGOD I wanted to have sex with the soyjaks
Worth it
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>We're slowly corrupting her… Haaa haaa… Making soytan think dirty things… hearing soytan say "sex" and "penis"
>Soytan is so cute when she tries to be a bad girl!
>Making soytan blush! Teasing soytan! Saying innapropriate things in front of soytan!
>Teasing soytan just feels too good!
>Bastard… You made soytan cry! I'll kill you for that!
>Nice and sexy nuclear boiling hot.soytan facts from expanded belly
>Hi sexy soytan ur feet looking cute
>I love you so much soytan
I want to get you pregnant soytann
They really say this or something
>Soytan is so cute when she tries to be a bad girl!
>Making soytan blush! Teasing soytan! Saying innapropriate things in front of soytan!
>Teasing soytan just feels too good!
>Bastard… You made soytan cry! I'll kill you for that!
>Nice and sexy nuclear boiling hot.soytan facts from expanded belly
>Hi sexy soytan ur feet looking cute
>I love you so much soytan
I want to get you pregnant soytannThey really say this or something
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'teens on their favorite subreddit
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RIBBON WHAT THE FUCK
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I posted that btw
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I did this btw AND I'm getting hrt
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WHO is jawsh
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Outsiders
: Who is thatThose who know:
BOI WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT FROOT *sigma music starts playing*Outisder
: *gets scared*
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If Soytan was real do you think people would try to hunt her down and gangrape her>We're slowly corrupting her… Haaa haaa… Making soytan think dirty things… hearing soytan say "sex" and "penis"
>Soytan is so cute when she tries to be a bad girl!
>Making soytan blush! Teasing soytan! Saying innapropriate things in front of soytan!
>Teasing soytan just feels too good!
>Bastard… You made soytan cry! I'll kill you for that!
>Nice and sexy nuclear boiling hot.soytan facts from expanded belly
>Hi sexy soytan ur feet looking cute
>I love you so much soytan
They really say this or something
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