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💪 Tough GuysCyrax / Chance J F Wilkins / Cyraxx Nation / Cyraxx / SKXRFACE / DJ Shadowblayde - From The Hills Have Eyes, infected penis, Retarded Dwarf with RAGE. Plagiarist & Liar. Failed polymath, wigger, rapper, juggalo. Grandma abuser. 3rd generation pedophile-rapist. Stuck a stylus up his ass. Sent his dick pics to a pedo hunter. + his trolls
I mean, haven’t ya noticed that they tend to gravitate towards each other and form up into fucked up packs that eventually get busted and are collectively termed “paedophile rings?” Given a long enough timeline, degeneracy tends to coalesce in one place, be it physically (like Epstein island, or Neverland Ranch) or in some dark corner of the internet (like in a Roblox server or a discord chat).
I can't believe Chance's luck. He got scooped up by a group of sadists and instead of torturing him like they do to everybody else, they unanimously decided to jack him off and buy him expensive toys. Maybe there was a bigger plan, but they didn't do it quick enough.
If this is really over, the end result has been that a group of people spent six months masturbating a retarded pedophile for absolutely no reason. None whatsoever. Just a fucking random act of kindness I suppose. Great plan, guys.
I can't believe Chance's luck. He got scooped up by a group of sadists and instead of torturing him like they do to everybody else, they unanimously decided to jack him off and buy him expensive toys. Maybe there was a bigger plan, but they didn't do it quick enough.
If this is really over, the end result has been that a group of people spent six months masturbating a retarded pedophile for absolutely no reason. None whatsoever. Just a fucking random act of kindness I suppose. Great plan, guys.
The date is July 4, 2026. A Saturday. An American holiday.
You've dedicated yourself for mere months to a project that has drained you of what has felt like years. On the other side of your screen, in a city in the state of Ohio, there lies a creature. He has remained the topic of your fixation ever since you found him, a fascinating specimen that you cannot believe has managed to still exist within this world. And you want them all to yourself. You want it so nobody else can have this creature, so that you may laugh at those who cannot lay claim to it and so that you may be entertained by this special exclusive entity all your own. And with your timing and efforts, they came running into your grasp. This goblin, it is all yours to own.
And yet, the goblin is never satisfied.
You've showered them with promises, giving them gifts and praise. You've told them all the things they have ever wanted to hear. You are the most idyllic person this creature could hope to achieve, one that you think would make them happy.
And yet, the goblin is never satisfied.
You try to warn them of the dangers that will come their way should they leave. You share in its hatred of those who it says have hurt the goblin. You keep the thing close, spending countless hours round the clock to entertain it. You tell the goblin of god, of heaven and hell, of moderation and the good path in life.
And yet, the goblin is never satisfied.
You relent beyond what you thought was possible before. You feed into its carnal desires in ways you think you can best satisfy the goblin. You put it on a leash to let it back out in the world, hoping that perhaps if they let off some steam they'll be reminded of you being what is best and come running back. You say yes to everything it ever asks.
And yet, the goblin is never satisfied.
And now you sit here, staring at your facebook page. You had a video call with them over 50 times this past week. You look at your phone, your savings drained and your account in the negative. You tab through the abandoned projects and half-finished audio and video files, trying to filter through which of the AI generated photos of yourself might satisfy your goblin. You haven't been able to sleep.
The date is July 4, 2026. You don't get a Saturday anymore. You don't get an American holiday anymore. Not until goblin is satisfied.
Anyone wanna join me at 339 for the 2nd Annual Marty Memorial Fireworks display? I bet the whole house would love a bit of an American classic passtime of bright and loud sounds all night!
