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once upon a time
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there lived a woman
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It was a late night on the evening of brimstone winter 2027, i log into the soyjak dot party dot st from my computer (brand new boughted for 1200euro lesotho thinkpad.)
I was scrolling like usual, looking at cobsons and feraljaks and having a geg old time as i eagerly awaited the coming of christmas. Why my dear mother said shed buy me an entire crate of soylent this year! How could any good 'teen not curl their toes in spine tingling excitement.
But that was when i noticed that the 'log was longer than usual. At first i noticed nothing different from my normal browsing experience, a 'plier there and a doctos here. Perhaps quote had simply managed to mess something up? This would surely revert to usual posthaste. The wind clashes against my ice-tinted windows as the storm grew louder outside. And then that's when i saw it.
At the bottom of the 'log. after what must have been an hour of scrolling there was but a single post.
A black silhoutted 'jak, dark as the brimmiest niggerstone you would ever see. His eyes were sunken in, and i could swear if i merely looked into them it was as if they went on forever. I click the thread, and the only reply was a link.
A link to a website called plierspstash.com
I clicked the link.
And the whole sharty went black.
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As the sharty turned blacker than a bbc i closed my computer instinctually. Perhaps whatever evil i had just clicked would not come to be? I could simply wipe my history later anyways. As i get up from my lightning mcqueen racecar bed i try to flick the lights on, but to no avail.
The storm that previously pelted my windows was now silent. The lights that shone through the ice tinted glass had ceased their raging against the shadows of winter. I open the door to my room in search of my mother.
Surely this was all coincidence? It must merely have been a power outage, a stray feraljak may have mistaken a powerline for a delicious bug and bit into it. I try to still my beating heart as i tiptoe through the humble household now beset by shadows.
"Mother? Father?" I call out. But answered by mother i should not be, for another voice called out from the room with the christmas tree.
"You clicked the link did you not?" It spoke in a voice tinged with hate and rot. "You tried to access pliers 'p, the things that only belong to me."
In the shadows i could not see, naught but mothers christmas tree. But as it came into vision, it filled me with dread. For it was not a tree, but a rapeson instead.
"Good little 'teens get gems for their presents." I shivered and shook, for i knew not what he meant. "But bad jartycucks must be punished, you know."
I tried to run away, but my fear made me slow.
I thought i had escaped, but i was stopped in my tracks. For he was the 'son born of rape, and you could not dodge his attacks. He dragged me away, as i screamed "QUOTE SAVE ME!"
But there is no redemption.
For one who opens,
Pliers 'p
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>>14310169she was called soytan