â„–660[Quote]
i like this. Do more of this. I wont read it doe cuz reading is for faggots who like homestuck but I'm sure it's good.
â„–661[Quote]
>>659'emmy nontheless, better than the endless tonnage of dusty coal being forced on /soy/
â„–662[Quote]
You continue to use /soy/, but you find it practically unusable with this new NAS spam sliding the good threads and burying the gems.
With your clitty leaking incredibly, you make a metapost on /soy/ talking about the situation.
Unexpectedly, the thread starts gaining an insane amount of reppeys, with every soyteen in the thread expressing their disdain for the current state of the 'log. As more and more soyteens reppey to the thread, the more an overwhelming consensus is reached. The site staff is not good enough.
This culminates into soyteens spamming the 'log to protest the site staff. Around this time, your mom walks into your room. She looks like she's about to yell at you for not getting the groceries, but after taking a glimpse of what your doing, she sighs and says;
>..21 years and 9 months for what..She proceeds to walk out of your room, leaving you to your devices. You can hear loud sobbing from her room.
You start browsing the sharty again. The 'log is being spammed with anti-staff team propaganda. You join in, being responsible for a good percentage of the anti-staff spam. Curiously enough, the threads start disappearing. Soon enough, your threads are 404d as well. You hear a gunshot from your mother's room. The deletion of the spam only makes soyteens angrier, and before long almost every board, the soybooru, the 'ki, and the IRC are flooded with demands and questions, with you spearheading the spam. The staff team eventually cave, with the NAS troonslop being officially banned. You are praised for your efforts throughout the soysurgency, and become a relatively wellknown namefag / nulee.
Your new-found fame opens up possibilities of being more involved in the site than you already are..Reveal your fate..
https://soyjak.st/asp/thread/8041.html#10902 â„–664[Quote]
just need to finish the /qa/ path and i'll be done entirely with one branch of the plot
â„–665[Quote]
reppey for fitting GET
â„–666[Quote]
Bored with the growing staleness of /soy/, you click on /qa/, just to see what they are up to.
On the index, before you can even click on the catalog, you see the most vantablack brimstone antimatter troonslop you've ever seen. Your eyes can barely stand seeing it, and you can feel your eyesight waning with every second you stare. It hypnotizes you completely, and you feel despair burning in your heart. You snap out of it, and with the speed of a janny saving 'p that's posted to the sharty, you shut down your computer and close your eyes, thinking of gemstones like adventure threads and the such to forget the disgusting sight you've just laid your eyes upon. Unfortunately for you, the image has permanently been burned into your retinas, and so it has been burned into your brain too. You cant stop thinking about it, no matter how much you try. You can't live like this.
OPTION 1: Suicide
OPTION 2: It's.. kind of hot.. actually..
â„–667[Quote]
Bored with the growing staleness of /soy/, you click on /qa/, just to see what they are up to.
On the index, before you can even click on the catalog, you see the most vantablack brimstone antimatter troonslop you've ever seen. Your eyes can barely stand seeing it, and you can feel your eyesight waning with every second you stare. It hypnotizes you completely, and you feel despair burning in your heart. You snap out of it, and with the speed of a janny saving 'p that's posted to the sharty, you shut down your computer and close your eyes, thinking of gemstones like adventure threads and the such to forget the disgusting sight you've just laid your eyes upon. Unfortunately for you, the image has permanently been burned into your retinas, and so it has been burned into your brain too. You cant stop thinking about it, no matter how much you try. You can't live like this.
OPTION 1: Suicide
https://soyjak.st/tech/thread/19494.html#19796OPTION 2: It's.. kind of hot.. actually..
https://soyjak.st/r9k/thread/67162.html#67804 â„–669[Quote]
fuckkkk nigga i still got the other bigger half of the plot to do
â„–670[Quote]
67 67 67 67 67
â„–671[Quote]
>>666oyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy its the devil
â„–672[Quote]
>>671trans rights matter soyim
â„–673[Quote]
After deliberating the decision for 30 minutes, you decide to follow your mother's wishes and step outside into the world. Unfortunately, right after this devastating decision, you are once again faced with another set of choices.
The alleyway infront of you parts into 3 separate paths. One path leads straight forward onto a paved road, the one on the right leads into even tighter alleys, and the left path is seemingly a continuation of the original alleyway.
Where do you move?
OPTION 1: GO forward
OPTION 2: GO left
OPTION 2: GO right
â„–674[Quote]
As you trek down the right path, you are suddenly assaulted by a wild fingerboy. He makes severe rips and tears in your skin. You are powerless to fight back.
Should've chosen a different path..Reveal your fate..
https://soyjak.st/a/thread/110931.html#111217 â„–677[Quote]
>Cocaine… wild..<Yeah, whatever man. Just hand over the coke.He hands over a bag of coke and even makes a line for you.
As you snort it, your body feels younger than ever before. A surge of energy bursts through your entire system. You grab the entire bag, and snort around 8 or 9 lines in a row.
>Hey man, thats my bag!Your euphoria turns to anger as you look at the man who just raised his voice to you. You charge at him and fall into a violent trance.
You come back to your senses around an hour later. Deafening sirens blare throughout the entire alley. You look at your bloodstained hands and the gored corpse of the man who gave you the cocaine. You also seem to have holes in your shirt. You look up to see a cop holding a smoking gun. That would explain the sirens.
You collapse.Reveal your fate..
https://soyjak.st/a/thread/110931.html#111217 â„–678[Quote]
>Heh.. another weed enjoyer.<Whatever man. Just hand over the bag.You know the other soyteens on /soy/ would hate you for taking the niggerweed, but you've always been curious about it.
He hands you a few joints and a lighter.
Before long, you and him are chatting about politics and philosophy, high as a kite.
>-feels like nothing matters you know? like since god isnt real and stuff your life has no meaning>killing yourself is like.. an escape or something man<obsessed demoralizercuck>woaah man let's be civil<acking will always be for trannies>hey man that type of speech is actually really bad. words are really harmful to society as a whole.<nigger..This intellectual conversation continues for hours on end. Before you know it, the sun is close to setting, and you must walk home, resolute in your failure to acquire the groceries.
Really, today was quite a boring day.Reveal your fate..
https://soyjak.st/mtv/thread/117864.html#120700 â„–680[Quote]
>Heres the sproke-infused soylent. I haven't tried it yet, so during and after your trip, can you tell me how it feels like?
<yeah sure dude whatever
You take a sip. Nothing happens. You drink a little, nothing happens. You drink the entire bottle.
<man i dont think this has any-
Suddenly, the world changes.
Everything becomes overly simple and colorized in black and white. Soyjaks begin to appear on the walls, on the streets, in the sky, as the sun. You drop the bottle in shock. You look to the dealer for answers, but he seems frozen in time. Before you can process what's happening, a figure starts descending from the sky.
^Here, my child. You'll need this.
He hands you a key.
<Wh- what am I supposed to do with this?
But no one answers you. He has already disappeared.
Reality suddenly snaps back to normal.
>Man, so I was scam- woah dude did that bottle just teleport to the floor
>Thats trippy…
You simply leave him. You couldn't possibly explain to him what just happened. He seems too dazed by the teleporting bottle to follow through on his question.
You are now back at the crossroads. What is your next move?
OPTION 1: Go forward
OPTION 2: Go right
â„–681[Quote]
okay so i only have the gang event and the hornyson event to write now
â„–682[Quote]
i'll take a break for now, i'll continue this in like 3 hours or so
â„–683[Quote]
kino go up
â„–684[Quote]
uppy
â„–691[Quote]
>>602link expired because some obsessed faggot spammed /a/. fixing this
â„–693[Quote]
might as well get the 700 get in this thread too for le hecking /cado/ kulchur
â„–694[Quote]
bump bump bump
â„–695[Quote]
ge ge geg eg nigger
â„–696[Quote]
nigger nigger nigger nigger bggg
â„–697[Quote]
dddddddfag dfag
â„–698[Quote]
nigger nigger nigger nigger
â„–699[Quote]
braaaaaaaaaaaaap
â„–700[Quote]
/ptb/ won btw
â„–710[Quote]
49e139B9 come back xwe miss you
â„–716[Quote]
test
â„–717[Quote]
wow its been almost a month
i think i can finish it
i'll just have to add images
â„–718[Quote]
i think i'll have to reupload the shit, but i think that'll be good because i should've added images in the first place
â„–720[Quote]
You make it out of the alleyway without issue.
You are in a significantly more urban area of your city, and think of a soyjak enjoying the "hustle and bustle" of the big city.
You chuckle.
As you walk down the street, you encounter a strange man on the sidewalk.
>spare some change..?
What do you do?
OPTION 1: Ignore him
OPTION 2: Beat him up
OPTION 3: Give him some cash
â„–723[Quote]
Reluctantly, you toss him some pocket change.
You begin smiling when you notice the similarity between "toss" and "'toss", which he mistakes for kindness.
>Th-thank you…
>You know.. I could give you something in exchange for this..
>I know a site.. that you might like..
He hands you a slip of paper.
>Put it.. into tor when you get back home..
You read whats on the slip.
"â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– .onion"
You make a mental note to check it out once you get home.
As you walk towards the grocery store, you enter a low-income neighborhood, where you hear gunshots echoing from the direction of the store.
You decide it's the best move to walk home and call it a day.
When you get home, curiosity takes over and you enter the .onion link into tor.
It's a black screen for a second, leading you to think that your computer crashed.
<obsessed computercuc-
The formerly black video opens to a video shot of an apartment, and the scene begins
<Woah, that was- OYYYYYYYYYYYYY
There are ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮ that ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮ fursuits ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ diaper ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ *▮▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ own shit.
This is so disgusting that you want to vomit all over, but instead you find yourself reaching for.. the zipper on your pants?
As like in a trance, you goon to this abhorrent media.
Right after the act, you run to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and when you take a look in the mirror, a strange figure looks back at you.
^Oh god.. what have I become?
It's too late to go back now…
OPTION 1: Rope
OPTION 2: Give in
â„–724[Quote]
Reluctantly, you toss him some pocket change.
You begin smiling when you notice the similarity between "toss" and "'toss", which he mistakes for kindness.
>Th-thank you…
>You know.. I could give you something in exchange for this..
>I know a site.. that you might like..
He hands you a slip of paper.
>Put it.. into tor when you get back home..
You read whats on the slip.
"â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– .onion"
You make a mental note to check it out once you get home.
As you walk towards the grocery store, you enter a low-income neighborhood, where you hear gunshots echoing from the direction of the store.
You decide it's the best move to walk home and call it a day.
When you get home, curiosity takes over and you enter the .onion link into tor.
It's a black screen for a second, leading you to think that your computer crashed.
<obsessed computercuc-
The formerly black video opens to a video shot of an apartment, and the scene begins
<Woah, that was- OYYYYYYYYYYYYY
There are ████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████
███████████████ ██████████████████████████
fursuits ██████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████own shit.
This is so disgusting that you want to vomit all over, but instead you find yourself reaching for.. the zipper on your pants?
As like in a trance, you goon to this abhorrent media.
Right after the act, you run to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and when you take a look in the mirror, a strange figure looks back at you.
^Oh god.. what have I become?
It's too late to go back now…
OPTION 1: Rope
OPTION 2: Give in
â„–725[Quote]
oh shit i fucked it up it should be an options not just jartycuck route
â„–727[Quote]
He hands you a slip of paper.
>Put it.. into tor when you get back home..
You read whats on the slip.
"â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– .onion"
You make a mental note to check it out once you get home.
As you walk towards the grocery store, you enter a low-income neighborhood, where you hear gunshots echoing from the direction of the store.
You decide it's the best move to walk home and call it a day.
When you get home, curiosity takes over and you enter the .onion link into tor.
It's a black screen for a second, leading you to think that your computer crashed.
<obsessed computercuc-
The formerly black video opens to a video shot of an apartment, and the scene begins
<Woah, that was- OYYYYYYYYYYYYY
There are ████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████
███████████████ ██████████████████████████
fursuits ██████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████own shit.
This is so disgusting that you want to vomit all over, but instead you find yourself reaching for.. the zipper on your pants?
As like in a trance, you goon to this abhorrent media.
Right after the act, you run to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and when you take a look in the mirror, a strange figure looks back at you.
^Oh god.. what have I become?
It's too late to go back now…
OPTION 1: Rope
OPTION 2: Give in
â„–729[Quote]
>No thanks. I don't want your 'o.
You say as you slide the paper away.
<Really..?
<I guess.. I'll have to find an alternate.. means of payment..
<What.. do you want.. most.. in life..?
>..?
>To get the groceries so my stupid mom can get off my ass?
<..
<Granted…
<Wait here.. until night falls..
<Your path.. will be cleared..
Following his orders like a good little cuck, you go to the opposite side of the street and sit down for a moment.
You eventually doze off, and when you wake, the full moon is risen overhead, and the strange figure is gone.
You can barely see through the dark, but you trot down the sidewalk, in what you think is the direction of the groceries.
After a while, your nose picks up a strange smell. Following said smell, you accidentally stumble into a dimly illuminated part of the street. There, you see a group of dead niggers, ripped apart gruesomely, and what looks like semen pouring out of each anus.
>Heh. TND.
You continue in the direction of where you believe the grocery is.
Eventually, you hit your head on a glass door. The grocery lay right infront of you.
Unfortunately, it seems like it's too late to enter. The door is locked with a gold, shining padlock. If only you had a key… perhaps it would be best to explore another route?
It matters not, the store is closed, and your mission has failed.
After what seems to be an eternity of walking, you finally get back to your house.
Today was quite uneventful, all things considered.
Reveal your fate..