From author of timeless classic and masterpiece "Avery Morrow is a Homosexual Pedophile" and retarded terminal fetishist Basque nigger killsushi comes a new homoerotic masterpiece: "Tokiko goes shopping"
Avery Morrow and 0037 pomfed down onto the bed, breathing heavily. Avery Morrow pushes himself onto 0037, pleading.
"Please 0037 fuck me in the ass one more please I want to be filled with your semen."
"No bitch," replies 0037 "I've already fucked you 100000000000000000000 times and Tokiko will be back from the store with our PURPA DRANK soon."
"Pleeeeaaaaaaase," squeals Avery Morrow while desperately trying to stretch his anus over 0037's long dong.
0037 sighs "Fine, I can't have you being horny like last time. Tokiko had to call the entire local gay club to calm you down"
0037 shoves his penis into Avery Morrows anus.
Avery Morrow moans gently and twitches.
At this moment Tokiko walks into the room with his shopping bags. He stares ahead in horror at the scene before him, dropping the grocery bags onto the floor. Avery Morrow stares Tokiko straight in the eyes and says "Why don't you join in?"
Tokiko gasps and backs away in to bookshelf, spilling 20000000 copies of Avery Morrow's "The Sacred Science of Avery Morrow" onto the floor. Avery Morrow lunges at him, penetrating his anus while dragging 0037 behind him by his cock. Tokiko yells in pain and pleasure, his 2 cm penis expanding. He tries to wrestle out of Avery Morrow's grasp but his body betrays him and he collapses limp onto the floor moaning. Meanwhile 0037 continues nonchalantly thrusting into Avery Morrow's anus, hands free.
Unfortunately for Tokiko, his cock was stuck between two copies of "The Sacred Science of Avery Morrow", causing Tokiko's erect penis to rupture, spilling blood and semen onto Avery Morrow's cock. "Hot," whispers mafin from behind the bookshelf.
At this moment 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 basque niggers escape from world2ch's /limbo/ and brutally assfuck 0037 for keeping them sealed for so long. The orgy continues for 200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 years the end.
(this was written in a single fapping session)
It was a sunny morning in the small town of World2ch. 0037 was sitting on the side of his bed, Avery Morrow laying beside him sleeping. He looks at Avery Morrow, leaning towards him. "Damn, Avery Morrow looks surprisingly cute while sleeping," 0037 thinks.
Avery Morrow slowly opens his eyes and blinks a few times before looking up at 0037. "Why are you standing over me?" he asks sleepily.
Avery Morrow blushes delicately as 0037 leans in closer. "Desu?" Avery Morrow whispers, reminded of that incident with the Catholic priest. Avery Morrow can feel 0037's breath on his face. 0037 lunges forward, closing the distance between their lips.
They look into each others eyes for a moment before giving into passion.
Avery Morrow breathing grows heavy and quickly turns into panting as they kiss. 0037's long, nimble fingers run up the side of Avery Morrow's hairy legs, climbing up his thighs. Avery Morrow lets out a soft moan. His moans grow louder and louder as their bodies press together. 0037 slides his hand into Avery Morrow's panties. Avery Morrow's eyes widen. 0037's fingers twirl around Avery Morrow's butthole. Avery Morrow can hardly contain his pleasure. He lets out passionate moans every single time 0037's fingers dive into his anal opening.
Avery Morrow gasps as 0037's fist enters his anus. He can hardly contain his joy. He unleashes manly screams unlike any he has made before as 0037's arm begins to sink into his rectum...
Meanwhile, in the upstairs bedroom, Tokiko had just woken up. With his anus still hurting from previous adventures, he strains as he pulls himself out of bed, pushing aside the copies of "Avery Morrow's Sacred Science of Avery Morrow" lying around him. Tokiko groans, licking his lips a few times as realizes a familiar taste is missing from his mouth. Tokiko walks over to his codeine shelf. He knows what taste is missing. Tokiko smacks his lips as he slowly approaches his finest bottle of grape cough syrup. [Quoted from the "ITT we write a story 7 words at a time no more no less only 7 words please thank you in advance." thread, thanks.] He grabs the bottle and quickly begins to guzzle it down, moaning as he does so, spilling cough syrup all over his naked body. Not even bothering to get dressed he decides to go downstairs and demand that 0037 make him breakfast. As Tokiko starts to head down the needlessly long stairs he realizes that the sound he thought was the Bas3ques stampeding outside was actually the familiar moaning of Avery Morrow. He realizes what is going on and panics, falling down the stairs.
As he falls down 1000000000s of flights of stairs, Tokiko begins to contemplate his life choices. Tokiko crashes to the ground at the bottom of the stairs and gets up, only to realize that the situation is much worse than he thought.
0037's arm is up to it's shoulder into Avery Morrow's anus and he has begun putting his leg in as well. 0037 furiously masturbates with his free hand. The manly cum screams of Avery Morrow are intolerable. Tokiko covers his ears. He stares ahead at the horrible sight. He can't take it anymore. All he wanted was breakfast.
The cum screams continue. Both of 0037's arms and legs are in Avery Morrow's anus. The anus slowly stretches over 0037, consuming him whole while he giggles. Avery Morrow's penis curves around behind him into his anus in order to fuck 00377 in the anus. Avery Morrow is fucking 0037 in Avery Morrow's anus while getting fucked in the ass.
"I'm fucking you in my ass!" shouts Avery Morrow.
Tokiko's mind breaks. He wishes he had gotten a job and moved out of this hellhole before the gay sex started. "BEENNIS BUTTER!" shouts Tokiko as he begins to vomit out copious amounts of cough syrup. Tokiko collapses on the floor. Mafin quickly scampers out of Toki's anus and scurries away.
Everything goes black.
0037's and Avery Morrow's butt sex adventures continue for 2 more years before they realize that Tokiko is passed out beside them.
0037 falls out of Avery Morrow's anus and walks over to Tokiko who is still passed out. He pours a bucket of semen on Tokiko and he wakes up. Tokiko looks straight at 0037 and shouts "I demand breakfast!" 0037 is so offended by this outburst that he throws Tokiko into World2ch's /limbo/ where Tokiko is raped by Bas3ques.
THE END.
In the absence of a True King the wicked call the shots.
One hundred 1000s Nigger black idiots colonize the house. Little black little red disgusting pests everywhere. In the cupboard on the table in the sink, on the floor in the walls, o ignorant ones! it is the ants era. Sitting on my toilet they are in my toes on my legs, fall down from the ceiling into my nigger turds full the toilet. I can't stop screaming. I can't stop screaming. Have to be louder or I can't think. Unscrew the lid medication, damn DQN ant pathetic bastard infect every thing. I flush them jew pills down my nigger turds. To the sewer with pathetic DQN ant controller bastards.
They run across the monitor electric, spelling signals blocking lights. Five 100s Nigger black morons fill the CPU. I am afraid ever to log off. They watch me from inside it. DQN ant black Negro insect eat my candy and fill all these soda cans on the desk on the floor, mountain dew coca Cola Red Bull become retard empire of DQN ant grunts.
Fat retard DQN ants watching me sleep. DQN ants infest the onahole, you can't pleasure again. Not allowed to bee yourself anymore. If you ever chase for freedom, the DQN ants will come. Stupid Danielle cunt mother down the hall in unit 6 filed another noise complaint with the super, spoilt prick bitch. And when the DQN ants invade idiot impolite domicile we will call it justice. Bitchy ugly single mom ants in the shoes and socks. You can't go outside. Damn debt collector ants in the toothpaste again, can't brush the teeth. Pissing on the floor does not deter,
Killsushi smiled as he popped open the DVD case he found in that one box out in the woods. "Bee cock 6." The young teen boy grinned. "This is awesome."
There's something you readers need to know before this story can continue. Killsushi was the mascot for his high school's baseball team, the Canadian Bumblebees. But he didn't pick up this job because he loved his high school.... he loved bumble bees. No, I mean he REALLY loved them. Errmmm.... well, "love" isn't the best word here.
The young Jewish twink pulled out the box of colored markers from out of his desk drawer. He fished out the yellow and black pens and then began drawing alternating stripes on his uncut kike cock. Sticking his find into the player, he sat on the couch and slathered some lube on his cock.
"We are beecock," a man said in French. "And we are back." Killsushi knew french. After all, he's a Canadian. He knew it better than Hebrew. The man's voice on screen continued talking: "are you ready?" Killsushi gulped and nodded his head, stroking his crude Jewish bee cock nervously. The buzzing begins, and the screen tunes over to
Standing before his primary hive in his space suit, Lord Wax scans the crowd. All bees. "YOU SAGERU BEES! Enough is enough. You continue trespass on my estate yet never give up your fair share of honey. You have until Friday to vacate my territory lest your Sageru Beehive get STUFFED WITH CIRCUMCISED JEWISH KABBALIST MAN MEAT!" The bees, having never known such cruelty from Lord Wax, shivered in terror. Some even wept little tiny bee tears. "Please, Wax," moaned Beesushi. "Not the Circumcised Jewish Kabbalist Man Meat!" Tiny iccanobee wailed in agony: "Anything but that! I have a family!" A little Beekiko flew up to Lord Wax but was promptly swatted dead in his flight. The situation seemed hopeless. And then, the moon flew in front of the sun , obscuring its light as so to create a perfect solar eclipse.
At that moment, a cat that had previously been lurking out of sight jumped out of the bushes and began running at the podium! A cold sweat broke out on Melvin Wax's forehead. "No... no! It can't possibly bee!" The cat chuckled; as the moon moved out of the way, a ray of light revealed his pointed shades. "That's right Wax. It is I, Sir Shaddox Mode! I am here to save those Bees and put an end to your Sageru Bears shenanigans once and for all."
Lord Melvin Wax got down on both knees and began praying to his filthy Christ Killing kike G-d. "Dear G-d, I know I was wrong to threaten the Sageru Beehive. But your love is true and you will save your Son... correct?" At that moment, Sir Shaddox Mode pounced. "NO! Melvin, we were once brothers, but you lost your way. Mind polluted by too many years on Reddit and Discord. You have lost your VIP way, and have no right to insert your penis, or anyone else's, into the Sageru Beehive." Wax lifted his fists to protect himself, but alas, it was too late. For the only thing his hands were good for, were swinging lightsabers and sending incredibly tame, normy memes on Discord. With a single swipe and then a catty bite, Shaddox had slain his brother Melvin, and leaned down to take his crown.
The moon was now fully out of the sun's way, and the light had returned to the Sageru forest. Without a bear in sight, all the Sageru bees from all the hives came out to play, and gathered at Lord Shaddox Mode's feet. "Thank you for saving us from that evil maniac," praised the iccanobee. "Yes, we love you!" barked beesushi. "SILENCE!" yelled Lord Shaddox Mode. His tone took the bees aback. "Melvin Wax is not to blame for his corruption. We must always remember that the real enemies of Sageru Quality are normalfag viruses such as Reddit and Discord. Melvin Wax was a victim of the CIA, just as much as Beekiko was a victim of Wax. In fact... we must not only fight for ourselves, but also, for Wax! My children, do not condemn my brother!"
The bees let out 3 cheers of gratitude and retired into the night, to commit secret acts of benevolence and make sweet bee love. Everyone was very happy. The end.
Shii wrote:
It is with sad news and heavy heart I come to you today. While channel4 is a community with anonymity, people who dig past the first layer (I. E. Visit the IRC or gikopoi) undoubtedly are familiar with the character killsushi, known offline as Mr. Abraham Goldsmith.
His sister reached out to me today. Apparently he thought something of me, so I was called by her on the telephone. It appears that he overdosed on a mix of cough syrup and insulin at some point late Thursday night. He left a brief note. Nothing romantic. Just a list of who and where to share news of his passing. But there was another point of interest to share:
Apparently he has a little SJIS art editor he wanted to release. After his sister shares the program with me, I'll do my part to share it here. I think it was meant to serve as his last message to the world.
Wishing you all a blessed day
If you find yourself dealing with mental health issues for G-d's sake reach out to someone.
As a way of honoring his legacy, I think someone should talk about his role in the soyjak phenomenon. We talked about it (soyjaks) a lot with killsushi during the 4-ch discord's weekly discussions on vc. But who knows how many of the old vc'ers are left.
Long story short: he said he thought it would be possible to combine reddit r/f7u12 symbols with brony-style obsession, and make an even MORE wacko cult based on uglier, less skilled images. It was a weird hypothetical project he suggested drunk one night and became swallowed up by it.
There were many long discussions about it long before the initial 4chan soy raid against /qa/ took place. Don't want to say too much besides soyteens not always being what people think they are. Killsushi is a very complex figure and I would not be surprised if it took us more than 10 years to completely understand who he was and what role he played in developing internet culture after 2015.
Hoping to see his SJIS editor soon, I want to make some nice text art in his honor. Rest in power buddy you were a real one
Abe studied applied mathematics at Toronto U. He actually did pretty well there, and managed to graduate several years ago, with honors. However after jobhunting for years, being unable to find any careers he just kind of gave up I guess. As far as I know, Abe never had a job in his life. He was born into a family with money and decided to take the easyneet road as soon as he could see it. Very puzzling that he died of insulin overdose, was he diabetic ?
One weird thing that killsushi guy did was invite me to a discord group called poop gang. I don't know if it was for real or not but he would post on an irregular basis that he was pooping and go on to describe the texture, color, size, amount, etc. On bad days he would sometimes share about his poops 5 or 6 times a day. It didn't seem like a sex thing and when he would update the group, sometimes we would sometimes ask for pictures, he would ignore us or be snarky "in your dreams poopboy." We would eventually use the chat to talk about mechanical clocks, radios, cool blogs, that kind of nerd stuff, but killsushi would only ever come to share his poops with us.
For the last three weeks he was extremely constipated. He'd go most of the week without pooping. When he did go he'd be battling the turd for upwards of a hour. That was the red flag, the call for help we all missed.
Oh dear killsushi. What has this world came to. You were such a Beautiful Boy. It should have been me who put you to Rest. Ohhhh dear beautiful sweet baby boy killsushi, my little jewish berrytart, I will miss your ashtray kisses and Mcdonald's farts. And the way you Spoke to me , when you were feeling Bratty. Ohhh! dear killsushi you Naughty ,Beautiful Baby Boy. Tsk tsk tsk tsk!
Sometimes when Dear Abe would visit me , he would wear special Clothes and pretend to be a Sweet Baby Boy. He would sit on my lap, just to watch some Delightfully Silly cartoons, sometimes on the netflix, I liked to purchase the Happy Meal from Mcdonalds for my Sweet Baby Boy to eat on our play-date's. Sometimes , I would even purchase 2 or 3 Happy Meal for Little Abe. He could be so hungry
Nothing about our Delightful friendship was improper or inapparopriate or dear me, criminal. Yes I will admit that sometimes I had to change our Boy's diapers, if he moved a Bowel. But it really was proper behavior, I think, when we consider, the alternative, I just leave my Sweet Baby Boy sitting in his diaper full of Bowel. oh no! we liked to watch not only netflix but the cartoon network together, but even we would also watch nickelodeon, my Beautiful Boy killsushi was such an open minded Gentle Lad and enjoyed every Fun show on the T.V.
Listen once and listen Well: I will NOT TOLERATE any improper discussion about Sweet Abe in his memorial thread, please be warned troublemakers i am a terrible spanker with Nasty children, you will be so ruined and ashamed if i have to punish you so please , mind yourself , please.
Girlfriend woke up to pee in the middle of the night. Wondered where bf was. He was crying in his sleep in front of the computer, ash tray full of half smoked American Spirits (yellow box). This did not please the girlfriend.
It's almost 2 years since we lost atechan - 13 June 2024 — coincidence?
The young man let out a sigh of relief. The ritual had been a success. Below him, laying in his bed, he saw himself laying utterly still, as if in a deep sleep. He'd already disposed of the drugs - to his family, the death would appear quite natural.
The hard part of it all was over. Close friends had been notified in advance of his plan. His dearest friend even helped him plan it all. To the others, various stories were cooked up : family visit to Eastern Europe, recruitment to a Near Eastern army, teaching job in the Latin America. In truth, he was going somewhere elsewhere entirely, somewhere no one could have ever imagined.
Slowly, in the corner of the man's room, another figure began fading into existence, the way a Polaroid photo develops. The man began to grin. His dear old friend was right. The figure had arrived.
Hello dearest Abraham. I hope you're ready for our journey together. Killsushi gazed up lovingly at the Sacred Scientist. No, sir. I am ready to begin now. Reaching his hand up he asked : will the path to Ancient Japan be long? And the Sacred Scientist smiled so kindly, with such a comforting and warm expression, in the way only a man with an Indonesian Wife could. My dear Abraham. There is no rush, no need to worry about anything at all. On the way we will have time to speak. You're coming home with me, and you will never hurt again. Hand in hand, the two brothers began to walk.
2 June, 2026, 15.04
The Mossad officer smirked Jewishly at the boy-shaped worm sitting across the table from him. "So... we've been keeping tabs on you for some time now, Goldsmith." Killsushi stared blankly at the table like a schoolshooter who was unable to become an hero. Hands clammy, moist with cold sweat. What will happen next? This is nearly a worst case scenario.
The officer continued: "And you're not in any trouble. We actually really see a lot of potential in you." Reaching into his briefcase, the martial figure drew out some papers and began reading. "2014 - infiltrated world2ch revival project. Befriended the users, neutralized the admin." Pausing to scan the face of the worm, he answered an unasked question: "no, you didn't neutralize him directly, but it was you who was able to identify 0037 and release his dox into the network. That served as a green light signal to accomplish the goal in a way that satisfied the principles of parallel construction."
"2015 - wizchan and related services. You did a diligent job of applying stylometric analysis to the community to detect potential threats and make local authorities aware of many potential anti-Semitic actors."
... various meme attempts documented, failures and successes...
"2016 - the El Palazzo sockpuppet - demonstrated a high ability to synthesize many different personas as one person to promote contradictory positions that are nonetheless accepted earnestly by targeted individuals..."
"2017 - began planting the seeds that bloomed into the soy movement. The vehicle you created, as I'm sure you are well aware, has been exploited by us heavily to our own ends."
... an extensive period of attempts to exploit instagram, pinterest, and later tiktok are documented heavily...
"2020 - atechan sockpuppet activities... the Party..."
"2022 - k-z sockpuppet activities..."
After what seemed like hours of enduring his internet permanent record read back to him by a uniformed individual, hits and misses, prides and shames, the officer at long last paused, a face hinting he was ready for the boy-shaped worm to speak. Killsushi attempted to swallow before speaking, but found his throat dry.
KS: "And... what is it you want me to do for you?
That's a good question. We actually don't need you to do anything at all...
KS: (opening mouth, as if to speak)
... but we need you to be aware that we are watching you, and we will need you to answer the call when ordered.
KS: "Yeah, of course you have all that other stuff in your records, don't you?"
(chuckling) And even if you didn't, we could have just planted it on your computer anyway.
The Mossad officer put his papers carefully back in his briefcase, which he moved to the floor beside his feet. "Well, Goldsmith... or shall I call you killsushi... there is only one thing left for you to do if you want to leave from here. We need you to hand over your tripcode password."
Killsushi answ- the Mossad officer cut him off again. "And of course you know we already have your tripcode password, but consider it a sign of good faith on your part. Like signing a contract. We will wait as long as it takes for you to decide what you want your life to become."
Within 2 minutes, killsushi was out the door, emerging back to the streets of Toronto from a nondescript building, breaking into a slow run after nearing the corner of the block. Dr. Melvin Wax laughed deeply and barked into the table's tape recorder: "Proceed with the plan!"
The Drs. A--- Morrow and R--- Brown were both sprawled out on that Sumatran beach -- Dr. Morrow with a tall, so tall glass of iced coffee and Dr. Brown with his signature tobacco pipe -- under umbrellas, feet aimed at the ocean. Their tiny, brown, Islamic, Asian wives were out shopping.
They both were aware of what Dr. Wax was doing to that young prodigy during office hours. Dr. Brown was the first to really pick up on the situation: his gentle heart was overfull always with kindness. Dr. Morrow found the truth in a deep state of Japanese zen, arriving at it according to the proper protocols of the sacred science.
The sun had yet to reach its zenith. While bright, the beach was not yet truly hot. You won't really understand heat until you've lived in Indonesia, they were fond of mansplaining to their internet friends. The two professors frequently came to this beach, especially when their LBFMs were going shopping.
Dr. Morrow filed the paperwork first, with Dr. Brown as a witness. They had told the dean and escalated the claim all the way to the comptroller but were stonewalled at every step: Dr. Wax's connection to the Jewish cabal was a real one and the Aryan Brown and communistic atheist Morrow found themselves at an impasse.
Waves come in, waves go out. Boats sailing in the distance. Motorbikes somewhere roar together with the sea. The aroma of halal beef frying, rich in exotic herbs and spices, began to blow across the expat professors, which complimented well the smell of saltwater and Latakian pipesmoke. Not a single word was uttered by either professor. There was nothing left to say.
They decided to leave the university when they realized saving poor Abraham from the clutches of foul, wicked Dr. Wax would be impossible. Dewi and Putri, the two beautiful, innocent, sensual, yet wise maidens were immediately drawn to the professors as if under the effects of a spell. The two sisters were very good wives to these men who were destroyed by the AmeroJudaic system.
After they got the news of innocent Abraham's passing, Dr. Shii and Dr. 2kike found themselves back at that beach more and more. Their large-breasted, slim-waisted, brown-skinned CFNM hotwives knew these men were processing something too dastardly and foul to address with language. There was nothing that could have been done and nothing to do.
The sun continued to climb across that blue Sumatran sky. The waves came in, the waves came out. Gentle breezes came and went. Dr. Morrow would occasionally take breaks from gazing into the sea to sip his iced coffee. Smoke continued to escape from Dr. Brown's mouth at steady intervals. And so it would go on....
Dr. Melvin Wax broke into yet another one of his legendary speeches as his boy rapeslave killsushi, positioned squarely beneath the professor, licked around his clean groomed Jewish anal hole :
"There are two sides of history. Right and wrong. Wax paused rhetorically as members of the Jewish Masonic audience murmured in approval before continuing. And --- mmm --- killsushi just began to insert the tip of his tongue into meltingwax's sphincter you'll see that Discord is what mature, responsible adults use. IRC, textboards, nnngh killsushi gave a soft nibble on his wax sack before retreated back to his anal temple are exclusively for children and the mentally ill."
A small amount of anal shit was on a road to killsushi's young and sweet mouth.
The Secret Area of VIP Quality Discord is the greatest of all time. The channel4 (4-ch) Discord is even more greater, and more secret. The sounds of Dr. Melvin wax's farting Butthole were drowned out by the roaring applause of the crowd. killsushi began swallowing his special treats. I am a discord moderators! meltingwax roared into the crowd of hollaring cheering jewish perverts, spraying shit over his boy's innocent face like an artistic statement. IRC, textboards, and Gikopoi are for the animals. Make Discord Great Again! killsushi continued eagerly licking up the Jewish brown fecal scat, eating eagerly like no one was watching, drinking it up like a man saved from the desert, as the crowd became an uncontrollable riotous animal. Come on my discord! We like to have voice calls and play video games together. Discord is a really cool tool for hanging out with friends online.
And the honey drips from the small boys anus like sap from a maple. "Melvin," sweet Abe whispered, "I thought you were married." The man of wax let out one of his infamous chuckles. "Only in the Jewish sense of the word. When it comes to sageru, you are like my queen bee." Abe tried to suppress a shudder as Melvin's finger found it's way back into that little Jewish hole. The small boys erection was starting to leak a bit into the bedsheets, sandwiched between his fat jew belly and the soft Caucasian blanket.
Melvin was working both hands, one on his own tiny Jewish cock, the other digging around his little bee's hive. But Melvin was dissociating. His mind was in the stars, visualizing constellations and supernovas light years away.
Slipping another finger into killsushi's angus, candlemelt whispered, "G-d is a equation." the tiny Jewish boy was biting the pillow now and letting out squeeks and moans as the rocket scientist went to work. "You must submit or you will never be free." Deep in his own anus, Dr. Melvin Wax felt something stirring. Wiggling his fingers inside of Abe like a cunning puppeteer, the man asked his boy friend : "do you know how Abraham felt on that mountain that day?"
The beautiful thing about space is that when you have it, you no longer need drugs or alcohol. The things we can see looking in the skies are a thousand times as beautiful and a million timesaas real as any pathetic hallucinations brought on by cough syrup overdoses. DR. Melvin Wax was ever a happy man when his mind turned to high places.
Killsushi was not on the bed or in space with Melvin. He imagined himself in an arcade, blinking lights and machinesong cutting him completely out from the external world. It is a common occurrence for survivors of trauma to dissociate when placed in triggering circumstances. The skee balls bowled in a steady tempo that matched the rate at which the beekeeper's fingers were rubbing honey around the entrance to the hive. Dozens of pinball machines played themselves in no apparent order. The sound of children running and laughing was also present but none were visible. The arcade was the darkest place killsushi had ever been, despite being full of lights and vivid colors.
And it turns out neither of the jews were circumcised. Although they were genetically Semitic, their families could hardly even be called culturally Jewish. But that didn't change the fact that the old professor of rocket science and deep space knowledge had almost teased out yet another orgasm from the tiny young boy student's tender and delicious rectum.
Meltingwax paused the pumping of his shaft. Visions of the cosmos began to fade. He knew he would blow if he kept it up. Masterfully he switches to fondling his balls, and with his other hand, goes from rubbing inside his boy's rectum to nearly removing and deeply inserting his finger, up to the third knuckle. With a gentle pressure on his swollen Jewish testicles, the visions of space returned...
ssz joined the call
everyone muted instinctively
red face already angry
smell the whisky from here
mouth twisting around
"
sageru bee bastards
shitting up my board again
terrible little stories
utterly repetitive
too much namefagging
too "meta" too random
And why do they never
write any stories
about me?
"
Tanami said but boss you're already
in so many of the stories what
are you talking about Shii?
unspoken rule broken
tanami muted
the channel4 discord
a labyrinth of unwritten rules
the minotaur
a manchild
on an ego trip
ssz monolog :
those awful little
sageru bee stories
technically break no rules
But listen! they are like
little cigarettes
They pollute the space
women quite dislike them
there is a sense of cheapness
Unnecessary and unwanted.
noricom chimed in:
Stories about characters are one thing.
But they should be about SJIS characters,
not our friends, and Discord moderators.
Dear kind killsushi even left us a tool
for making brand new AA stories.
ssz answers:
we are all anonymous, anonymous is legion
the name field -- is a trap --
give them an inch and they take a mile
your voice is already a face
speak without a voice and it's truth we utter
Tanami remarks:
So how much of that whisky did you drink anyway ssz?
Meltingwax observes:
It looks to be half a bottle's worth.
You should quit that nasty habit.
ssz continues on:
why dont they post porno on my imageboard?
or news stories on current events?
Learning language together on my language board.
The entire internet concentrated to my bbs.
ants collect food from around the house
the ant queen feasts and there is harmony
never have to go outside again
Maybe the site is dea
Nameless interrupts:
No SSZ! Do not give up hope.
channel4 will last for at least
ten thousand more glorious years.
(pounding fist on desk)
I know what I will do.
I will spend $10,000 on ads on Google Adsense,
Facebook and Instagram promoted reels,
even pop-unders on shady illegal pornosites.
Do not give up hope dear friend!
ssz, finishing another shot of whisky:
it's obvious what we need to do
we work with meltingwax to grow our discord
and you buy your ads
and channel4 will grow and grow and grow
channel4 already d--d, can't be killed again
One hundred boards
One thousand jannies
One million smiles and laughs
The channel4 Discord members begin chanting in unity:
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
ssz, building up energy:
And it'll be a nice normal place to hang out.
The kind of website you would show your pastor.
People will meet friends and lovers on channel4
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
A clean fresh site redesign
Training videos on youtube: "how to post"
A strict code of conduct to keep out the racists
sex freaks, communists, brain damaged failures
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
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We will do it for KILLSUSHI!
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
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DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !
DQN ! DQN ! DQN ! DQN !