/soy/ - Soyjaks

not funny didnt laugh

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I stepped through them, and immediately my nose was assaulted by a horrific stench. It smelled like a mix of Pajeet body odor, curry, feces, rotting neovagina, and dried semen. I gagged as I struggled up the steps into the streetcar. At the motorman’s seat sat the fattest, brownest nigger I’d ever seen. He had vantablack skin, a distorted face, huge red lips, a noose around his neck, and bloodshot eyes. He was wearing a blue uniform covered in brown stains that looked like human feces, and he had on a conductor’s hat that said “Soybooru Electric Railroad” on it. “Hello” I said to the nigger “Is this car going to Neville Park?” He turned his massive head, and I could see that while one hand held the controller handle, the other was at his waist, furiously flicking his exposed TBP to an image of Mymy from Ongezellig as a black trans furry fox he had taped below the streetcar’s front window. He answered me, but he was so ESL it came out as completely incomprehensible niggerbabble. I decided to take a chance and stay on the streetcar, so I held my nose and walked past the nigger into the back where the seats were. As I walked into the back, I noticed almost all of the seats were full. All of the passengers were either Latinx, niggers, or pajeets, or some unfaucily combination. Everyphono was fat, and many were either brapping, gooning with xheir TBPs and neovaginas, or doing both simultaneously. The air was thick with stinky green brap clouds, and I practically had to hold my breath to keep from passing out. I sat down in one of the only open seats, next to an obese brown man wearing a shirt filled with awards, a Palestine flag, a Batman logo, and a trans flag. He had red shit smeared on his face in a line, almost like a third world niggerhell version of the character Kratos. He turned over and looked at me while letting out a massive brap. “Hello.” He said. “I’m Warrior-Zand a proud Muslim, let me tell you how Islam won an sheeit mayne.” He then started going on and on about how Islam won and how I lose all debates and some other shit nobody cares about. To try and get away from this brimmy situation, I decided to look up at the ceiling, only to realize, to my horror, that a bunch of ‘p had been taped up there for the shitskins to goon to. I brought my gaze back down quickly and frantically looked around the nearby seats for somephono else to talk to instead of Warrior-Z.

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In front of me, I saw a very fat, brown, Latinx man, wearing a shirt with the Mexican flag on. He looked just like the meximutt soyjak variant, and was letting out a huge noxious brap. I decided to try talking to him, since anything must have been better than Warrior-Z right? I tapped him on the shoulder, and his massive, thick neck swiveled around to face me. “Ey why are you tapping my shoulder gringo?” He said, annoyed. I was about to answer, but before I could, he let out another giant braaaaaap and I started coughing from the stinky green fumes. “You gringos are so obsessed with me o algo, like you can’t even admit that Mexico is Aryan o algo and that anime is a gem mayne” he said, letting out another huge brap. This was too much for me, I had to get off this horrible streetcar from niggerhell. I motioned to the conductor, an obese Central Asian mutt wearing the same Soybooru Electric Railroad hat as the motorman, along with a feces stained costume of a yellow mustard bottle-and carrying a busted up computer with Soytan, LGBTQ, Discord logo, and furry stickers on it instead of a money changer-that I wanted to get off. He replied “Don’t forget to pay your fare mayne.” “Ok” I said as I frantically pulled out my wallet. “How much?” “5 terabytes of ‘p” replied the mutt, as I stared at him in horror. “I don’t have any ‘p!” I replied. He started laughing, saying “kek, nusois really ride the Soybooru Streetcar and don’t bring ‘p to pay the fare.” A Pajeet behind me quickly stood up and grabbed me, saying “Saars, since he will not redeem the ‘p, we will have to turn xhim into a trans bnwo sissy xueen for our gooning fantasies instead.” As if on cue, an obese Latinx tranny wearing Terrible Mouse Lorna cosplay and holding a cordless angle grinder started waddling down the aisle towards me, aiming for my crotch. I dodged xer and jumped onto a cum stained seat, using my Aryan super strength to try to kick out one of the windows to escape. One kick did nothing, and the shitskins kept closing in on me. With a second kick, I heard a crack, and with the third the window shattered. With not a second to spare, I slid out the window and onto the street below, narrowly escaping the sea of vantablack hands reaching for me. I hit the ground hard and ran away as fast as I could, only stopping when I was sure I was far away from the streetcar. I walked home and locked all of my doors. While this was months ago, I still haven’t recovered, and to this day I always watch my back, flinch when I hear a streetcar coming around the curve, and avoid shitskin brapped up areas like Brampton. By telling my story, I want to make sure nusois know that whatever you do, do not ride the Soybooru Streetcar.

also, i goon to big black cock

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geg o algo gemmy cobson warrior 'p doctos OYYYYY it's embedded geg

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geg o algo gemmy cobson warrior 'p doctos OYYYYY it's embedded geg

>>18738783 (OP)
joons approve

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>>18738783 (OP)

made an image

somebody make a brimstone creepypasta video for dis

>>18739757
almost done with it geg, already made the image and the tts file, just need to add some creepy music