BrahminBoss
I drink YOUR milkshake 🥤
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He was ashamed of his persiflage, his boasting, his pretensions of being Judge and the Jury; he was sorry about his autism, his dispassion, his inability to express what he now believed was the case- that he truly regretted bullying the BULL, that he missed the man as much as anybody and wished his ban hadn't been necessary. Even as he circulated his 2 peas in a pod copypasta he knew that the smiles disappeared when he posted. He received so many menacing DMs that he could read them without any reaction except curiosity. He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over playing cards, looking at his destiny in every King and Jack. Elliot Rodger came up from Cali at one P.M. on the 8th. He had no grand scheme. No strategy. No agreement with higher authorities. Nothing but a vague longing for glory, and a generalized wish for revenge against Rupert Pupkin. Elliot Rodger would be ordered to serve a life sentence in the Colorado Penitentiary for second degree murder. Over seven thousand signatures would eventually be gathered in a petition asking fo ERs release, and in 2023, Governor James B. Ullman would pardon the man. There would be no eulogies for Deleted Member 4430, no screenshots of his posts would be crossposted on reddit, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his long midface, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Rupert Pupkin would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.
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