>LARPING AS A REAL WOMAN https://soyjak.party/Please wait while we transfer you…WARNING IF YOU DONT READ THE README.TXT IT WILL DELETE YOUR SYSTEM32 FOLDER. THIS IS BAD. SO READ THE README.TXT.1. To yourself, say the name of the only guy or girl you wanna be with 3 times 2. Think of something you wanna accmplish within the next week and say it to your self 7 times 3. If you had 1 wish what would it be? say it to yourself 9 times!!! 4. Think of something that you want to happen ♪ P.S. DO NOT IGNORE THISI have a hunch that is due to the google analytics javascript, which reads user information and displays a different page profile accordingly. But I run No-Script, and AdBlock, block all cookies, and it still seems to change each time. And curiously it has more than 50 different profiles(yes I refreshed 50 times), the max google analytics supports. The links page actually has some useful stuff, including an app for macs that meows every time you plug in your mouse. There's links to homemade /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.Please wait while we transfer you…WARNING IF YOU DONT READ THE README.TXT IT WILL DELETE YOUR SYSTEM32 FOLDER. THIS IS BAD. SO READ THE README.TXT.1. To yourself, say the name of the only guy or girl you wanna be with 3 times
2. Think of something you wanna accmplish within the next week and say it to your self 7 times
3. If you had 1 wish what would it be? say it to yourself 9 times!!!
4. Think of something that you want to happen ♪
P.S. DO NOT IGNORE THISI have a hunch that is due to the google analytics javascript, which reads user information and displays a different page profile accordingly. But I run No-Script, and AdBlock, block all cookies, and it still seems to change each time. And curiously it has more than 50 different profiles(yes I refreshed 50 times), the max google analytics supports. The links page actually has some useful stuff, including an app for macs that meows every time you plug in your mouse. There's links to homemade
NOW THAT U R READING THIS DONT STOP OR U WILL DIE IN THE NEXT 4 MINS….. MY NAME IS DAVID…IM 3 YEARS OLD…..MY DAD SHOVED PENCIL LEADS UP MY ASS MY MOM BEATS MY WITH A KNIFE 50 TIME A DAY,ONE OF MY EYES R MISSING THE OTHER IS BLEEDING MY DAD LOCKES ME IN THE BASMMENT WITH NO WINDOWS NO AIR NO LIGHT AND THE ROOF IS ALWAYS LEKING THEY ONLY GIVE ME TOLITE WATER AND BREAD CRUST,COPY AND PASTE THIS TO 50 OTHER THREADS IN 15 MINS OR U WILL WAKE UP AT EXACKLY 1:00AM SEEING A LITTLE BOY AT THE END OF THE BED WITH A BIG KITCHEN KNIFE. PPL I HAVE KILLED: SUMMER: ONLY DID 15 BEFORE HER BEDTIME , NEXT MORNING SHE WAS FOUND WITH A DEEP CUT ON HER NECK U SOULD HAVE SAW IT IN THE NEWS IN 1987 ANDREW: HE THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE,NOW HES HISTORY.HE DIED A SLOW AND PAINFULL DEATH.ON TV IN 1979 RACHELLE: ONLY READ HALF OF THIS AND DIDNT EVEN DO WHAT I TOLD HER NEXED MORNING THE PARENTS FOUND HER HAGING IN HER CLOSET, THERE WAS A LOT OF KNIFE MARKS ON HER BODY,ON THE RADIO 1947