â„–542[Quote]
nig
â„–544[Quote]
gated
â„–566[Quote]
>Welcome to our 5th session of Intro to Algebra, class.
>As I've said for the past 5 sessions, this is a special needs course, if you need anything, let me know.
>Let's start with Transposing.
>Basically, transposition is the shor-
<ees dis lake transfoermsrs?
>No, Casnatus, this is not like transformers.
<awwe i laike transformers
>If you want to use your Ipad go ask the guidance counselor.
>Anyways, transposition is basically when
>blah blah blah
In Nate's thoughts.. (he's an adhd 'tard)
^Fuggen obsessed special needs class. I told my mom that I'm smart enough to handle college because I'd just use ChatGPT. Fuckin obsessed hag just yelled at me like a screeching retard for even suggesting that.
^All this time spent saving the white race is now being used on.. fucking like.. tr- trans position of algo ba..
^Wait a minute..
^"Trans position"..
^"Trans"..
^DOCTOOOOOOOOOOOOS IM BEING GROOMED
^OYYYYYYYYYYY I DIDNT IMAGINE IT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME SO SOON
^…
^I must stop this.
In the real world..
>blah blah blah-nswer the question, Nate. And why are you doing those silly faces? Cut it out.
^..
^It's over, pedophile. The grooming ends here.
>..
>fucking knew this dead end job would be the death of m- ACK
â„–575[Quote]
it was banned? really? when?
â„–579[Quote]
I fucking hate you Mustard
I want to rape you Mustard
Your jannies are disgusting
Musty moo
we're going to kill you
I want to hur you Mustard
Put you in a little hearse young mustard
And fuck your mods in the ass till I'm cumming
Musty moo
We're going to kill you
Five in the morning, just fell for bait
And what did I tell y'all, some sauce gonna get ate
Black Cock Lover, they say he's an alt of Carter
Go grab a straw, I think it's time for supper
Plier and Mare, posting shit no one care
An hour and a half, make'im beware
And do you think, I can get a little sauce pregnant
(im bout to bust), we'll find out in a second
Disrespected, future's looking bleak
I'm a /raid/nigger, and you made me leak
Say goodbye to nuowner, cause you about to leave her
The back of the head, get hit with a meat cleaver
Fuck you in the ass, then spit in your face
'Cause I wanna see how Mustard flesh tastes
Sodomize you, thats what I'm gonna do
Ban all the discordpedos, you stupid fucking jew, fuck you!
I fucking hate you Mustard
I want to rape you Mustard
Your jannies are disgusting
Musty Moo
We're going to kill you
I want to hurt you Mustard
Put you in a little hearse young Mustard
And fuck your mods in the ass till I'm cumming
Musty moo
We're going to kill you
Now I've never been a fag who would fight with the moderators
Never had sex with a man whos works with the site operators
But uh then again
You are just a developer, condiment
He's dressing cross, he's so oldfag that he's incontinent
Just like a little oldtroon do, but I'ma give his ass dick for oldfag soup
Got him wearing boy shorts and lady shoes
"Uh, Natey, you fucking Mustard baby, isn't that gay?"
Quit fronting, Mustard's a woman and I don't see it that way
Mustard dont got a dick
Mustard's got a clit and likes to swallow piss
Mustard's a dumb incel chud bitch who's favorite meal is skids
Stop calling this stupid bitch "Mustard" her name is Mustine
That slut got a spade tattoo she the bbc queen
Shagging fuckin nigs and making her own hole weak
And posting bait threads to make everyone's clitty leak
I'm trying to put my long ass peter into Mustard's custard
Then eat his little coochie till he squirts all on my sneakers
I fucking hate you Mustard
I want to rape you Mustard
Your jannies are disgusting
Musty moo
We're going to kill you
I want to hurt you Mustard
Put you in a little hearse young mustard
Then fuck your mods in the ass till i'm cumming
Musty moo
We're going to kill you
â„–597[Quote]
With what's left of your strength, you slowly crawl away from the scene, leaving a trail of blood as you do. You don't make it very far, before your body fails you and you lay immobile on the floor. Realizing that you won't be alive for much longer, you weakly mumble:
>ob-obsessed- fuggen.. offsiters…
You close your eyes for the last time.
Ending 1: Bleeding out.
>Just-just one last video. Surely it won't hurt..
Before you know it, you've already spent the entire day stroking your biwici. You check the time; 3:00 AM.
>Fuck.. I didn't finish this round. I guess I'll have to finish tommorow.
You go to sleep, not knowing that you will spend the rest of your life seeking this dopamine rush, and becoming more and more degenerate as your needs increase.
Ending 2: Gooner.
You feel the rope touch your neck, but it doesn't matter anymore. You're done with this shitty life.
Right as you kick the chair, you realize that you look just like that hanging troonella image. You realize that you are no better than a troon. Nevertheless, it's too late to save yourself now.
You struggle against the rope as it slowly suffocates you, the feeling of being unable to breathe making you fear for your life.
This fight doesnt last for long however, and soon you decorate the ceiling with your limp corpse.
Ending 3: -ACK!
â„–598[Quote]
this get is a /ptb/deity win btw
â„–599[Quote]
hold on i fucked it up
â„–600[Quote]
You have successfully purchased the groceries. Your parents thank you. You lay on the couch and take a well deserved nap.
True ending (just like my hecking vidya): You got the groceries!
â„–601[Quote]
list of endings
With what's left of your strength, you slowly crawl away from the scene, leaving a trail of blood as you do. You don't make it very far, before your body fails you and you lay immobile on the floor. Realizing that you won't be alive for much longer, you weakly mumble:
>ob-obsessed- fuggen.. offsiters…
You close your eyes for the last time.
Common Ending 1: Bleeding out.
>Just-just one last video. Surely it won't hurt..
Before you know it, you've already spent the entire day stroking your biwici. You check the time; 3:00 AM.
>Fuck.. I didn't finish this round. I guess I'll have to finish tommorow.
You go to sleep, not knowing that you will spend the rest of your life seeking this dopamine rush, and becoming more and more degenerate as your desires become darker.
Common Ending 2: Gooner.
The rope around your neck is rough and thick, This wont be a clean suicide. No matter, you think to yourself. It doesn't matter anymore. You're done with this shitty life.
Right as you kick the chair, you realize that you look just like that hanging troonella image. You realize that you are no better than a troon. Nevertheless, it's too late to save yourself now.
You struggle against the rope as it slowly suffocates you, the feeling of being unable to breathe making you fear for your life.
This fight doesnt last for long however, and soon you decorate the ceiling with your limp corpse.
Common Ending 3: -ACK!
You check the time. It's 11 pm. It's time to go to sleep.
Not only have you failed to get the groceries, you failed to do anything at all today, you useless faggot.
With a disappointed sigh and a curse to the kikes that made the day like this, you hit the hay. Tomorrow will be another day.
Common Ending 4: Nothing Ever Happens (or however the chudjak is ruined by normaldeities).
You are powereless to fight against him. You are forced to let him have his way with you. After what feels like days of the most painful, rough sex, he tosses you onto the street. With no more strength left in your body, you accept your fate and lie silently on the road, waiting for a car to hit you.
Rare Ending: 'apeson strikes back.
You grab the groceries and go home. Your parents thank you. You lay on the couch and take a well deserved nap.
True ending (just like my hecking vidya): You got the groceries!
â„–608[Quote]
>>600the true ending or something
â„–610[Quote]
>>609the protag of the story is nate btw, if you couldnt guess
>marge what is "no you arent lol"nate decides to stay on /soy/, gets involved in like the 5th great soysurgency or some random snca useless nigger war and it's too late to go to the market
>marge why is it when nate goes outside after done with /soy/ he encounters rapesonit's late at night and hornyson becomes rapeson and prowls the streets. nate either fights him and bleeds out, or submits / flees and gets raped
â„–611[Quote]
hecking choose your own adventure thread that splits into different boards or something like that yeah
â„–612[Quote]
i hope when i wake up the threads arent slid geg
â„–613[Quote]
issa fuggen celebration of the sharty or something
if its actually a celebration i should probably incorporate more of sharty culture in the plot
that'll be shit to worry about when i wake up tommorow i guess
â„–614[Quote]
brief explanation of how this is gonna work when i check the thread again in the morning
>choose ur own adventure thread
>the "choices" are links to reppeys on dnb boards
thats about it nigga
â„–615[Quote]
note to self:
release the choose your own adventure thread when the 'log is coally
this means doing the entire plot a few days beforehand
â„–622[Quote]
okay i have the time to complete this projectn ow
â„–623[Quote]
First thread:
You're spending another day posting on /soy/, when your obsessed faggot mother breaks into your room.
>Nate! Go get the groceries. List is on the fridge
<mooom you obsessed ni-i mean foid i'm busy posting on the sharty!!!!
>Listen, Nate, I don't care what that "sharty" thing is, go be useful once in a while!
<okay mom.. fine..
She slams the door of your room and leaves. What an obsessed fucking nigger interrupting your productive day, you were just about to end all coal on the sharty forever!
What is your next move?
OPTION 1: Go outside.
OPTION 2: Continue to post on /soy/.
OPTION 3: Suicide.
â„–624[Quote]
>>609I'm going to expand the [go outside] route a little more so it's even harder to actually get groceries.
â„–626[Quote]
The niggers seem to love you, despite your.. skin color.
As a charismatic young fellow, they allow you to join the ranks. You would normally snitch to the police and get these dirty niggers arrested-but they dont seem that bad.
After a few weeks of visiting them after your done with your home, you decide to run away to stay with the gang.
You participate in their antics, first starting off as minor misdemeanors, such as vandalism, petty theft, and other things.
The crimes start ramping up, moving to felonies, such as murder, stealing, and eventually getting caught in a gang war.
Through these illegal activities, you start developing deep ties to all the members of the gang.
You are an honorary nigga.
Eventually, the leader is shot in a skirmish with a rival gang, and he names you as his successor.
You become the leader of the gang, and as your first act-
You name the gang "the Soyjak Party."
Rare ending 2: NIGGERLOVER
â„–628[Quote]
You become a somewhat popular poster through your intense, burning, lee-like fury against any and all media you deem "'cordslop".
Eventually, you apply to become a mediator, and it's accepted.
After a few months of being laughed at by the /soy/im, you eventually get promoted to being a full time janny because of your devotion to the sharty.
You are one of the more outspoken jannies, being universally loved by the /soy/im for 'nishing anyone who posted shit that made their clitty leak, despite only seeing your 4 letter name, never your real one.
By the upper authority however, you are hated for making the site more rulecucked and biased than it should be.
Despite their hate, you begin to become a popular figure within the sharty, with soyteens summoning you comedically to ban people for posting things they dont like.
Many years later, the site goes through a huge upset following one of the admins being exposed as an owner of a soycord. This admin begins to sabotage the site, leaking IPs of the moderation team, and leaking the jannycord.
After the owner of the site clears this mistake up, they are asked to resign for even allowing this to happen in the first place. They promptly do so.
Before he completely retires however, he leaves a poll up for what janny should become the owner of the site after his departure.
You win by an overwhelming majority.
He sends no message, only transfering all permissions to you, and leaves the site without a trace.
You are now the owner of the sharty.
RARE ENDING 3: Owner
â„–630[Quote]
reported for off-topic posts
â„–631[Quote]
obsessed chudcel bigot above or something like that yeah
â„–637[Quote]
bump because im a lazy little fuck or something like that yeah
â„–640[Quote]
ts is good
â„–647[Quote]
>Nah, fuck that stupid foid.
You murmur to yourself as you reopen the /soy/ tab.
You spend an unreasonable amount of time on the sharty, participating in just about every thread on the 'log. Through your browsing, you notice some NAS coal being forced again. You attribute this to the 'cord and jartycucks, unaware that the jarty has been shut down for a year.
Before you know it, the sun has set, and it's too late to get the groceries.
What do you do next?
OPTION 1: Start browsing /qa/.
OPTION 2: Continue wasting your time on /soy/.
OPTION 3: Attempt to get the groceries.
â„–648[Quote]
Carefully treading down the stairs to ensure that your parents won't notice you didn't go to the groceries in the first place, you make it outside the comfort of your home.
The night is dark, and you can barely see whats infront of you.
Nonetheless, you continue down the street, relying solely on muscle memory to tell where to go.
After a few minutes or so of walking in the night, you begin to feel like something is watching you. You look around you, trying to see this strange assailant, but you see nothing.
Choosing the most rational option, you decide to abort this grand adventure and choose to walk home. As you stumble through the dark attempting to find your house, you start to notice disturbing things in your peripheral vision. Quick flashes, sudden movements. You quickly glance at these events, but you see nothing. This only worsens your paranoia.
You start picking up the pace walking towards where you think your house is, hoping that these sights are just your mind playing tricks on you. These little oddities start occurring more frequently, and soon you are sprinting towards where you believe your house is, trying your best to see what is infront if you in the dark night.
You believe you are almost there when you slam into something, it's soft, yet the hit knocked you off your feet. You look up to see what you ran into, but you only see 2 glowing red pupils peering at you through the dark. Before you can gather your thoughts, the figure speaks in a deep, ominous voice:
>Let's play a game..
What is your next move?
OPTION 1: Run for the hills!
OPTION 2: Fight back
â„–649[Quote]
You swing your right arm in a dramatic motion and give the meanest right hook in your life.
Upon hitting his chest, you feel a sharp and excruciating pain in your hand. You probably broke a finger.
>I don't like it when my toys fight back..The figure grabs you by your neck and throws you across the street. You slam into the sidewalk and suddenly that pain in your hand is surging all across your body. You start coughing up a red liquid. It's over.
You feel like this is the end for you.https://soyjak.st/a/thread/110931.html#111217 â„–650[Quote]
>Eat this, you fucking jartycuck!You swing your right arm in a dramatic motion and give the meanest right hook in your life.
Upon hitting his chest, you feel a sharp and excruciating pain in your hand. You probably broke a finger.
<I don't like it when my toys fight back..The figure grabs you by your neck and throws you across the street. You slam into the sidewalk and suddenly that pain in your hand is surging all across your body. You start coughing up a red liquid. It's over.
You feel like this is the end for you.https://soyjak.st/a/thread/110931.html#111217 â„–651[Quote]
You get up as quickly as you can and bolt, narrowly avoiding his hand grabbing your leg.
You run blindly through the dark, changing courses randomly to escape the man. You can hear heavy footsteps giving chase behind you.
Just as you hear the footsteps behind you getting farther away, your foot gets stuck on something, and you launch forward.
The world starts moving in slow motion before you hit the ground. You know it's over.
You hit the ground headfirst. You almost fall unconscious, but you barely hold on to staying awake. You try to get yourself up, but you've mangled your foot in that collision. You can barely limp forward, only hearing the footsteps get closer and closer.
You collapse to the street floor just as you hear the footsteps get right behind you.
>Playing hard to get.. Lovely..I don't think you need to know what happens next.https://soyjak.st/biz/thread/15157.html#15624 â„–654[Quote]
finished one path
â„–655[Quote]
high effort goal that will get slid immediately
â„–657[Quote]
>>656sorry lil bro im messing with you this is a gem im just not going to read allat
â„–658[Quote]
>>656issa gemmy, im just an ESL mexinigger who needs pictures
â„–659[Quote]
>>658i'm too much of a lazy little fuck to make pictures for every event here thoughie, and its juust like muh hecking choose your own adventure storybookerinos
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