IRL_Reject
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So I was asked to make a post on this by this knicker: @yeeyeeslayer
Anyways
I knew I was an incel from an early age. Even at recess I would get laughed at while I was on the swings, and the other males would micromog me and tell cute girls that I lieked them as a joke to watch their reaction. That isn't the point, but it's just for some backstory.
As one would expect with such a wretched upbringing, I spent the majority of my formative high school years browsing the internet to get dopamine since real life offered me none to speak of. A story as old as time in the manosphere/incelosphere. I made my way to such sites as wizardchan, sluthate, lookism,fitmisc, and other various points in the manosphere. The Isla Vista event happened my freshman year of high school, and I found Elliot to be something of a kindred spirit. I would enjoy watching his car videos, or those old music videos of his, and it felt almost like having a real friend, which eased my loneliness.
On wizardchan I eventually did find a real friend. We would do ironic non-gay roleplays together as various anime characters and talk about wizardly topics together. For whatever reason, he had a twitter where he would harass random furries and stuff who were RPing and ruin their gay rps by doing some shit like acting like an owl who would jjust stare at them blankly while hooting, or cough up owl pellets. I made a twitter to talk with him on there and assist him/RP with him in a non-gay fashion. Ultimately this lead me to make quite a few posts about Elliot Rodger and ted Kaczynski when I was bored, as well as some vague messages like "you will all regret what you have done to me". It was all in good fun.
Somehow or another, people from my school found my personal twitter, and I was called into the office. They interrogated me for a few hours, had cops come and check my bags, and then they put me in handcuffs and escorted me to check my room for guns and to see if I had anything at home. A bunch of kids who knew me saw me going out in cuffs, so possibly that gave me some bad boy points!!! but i remained incel.
For the rest of the school year I had the school security guard tailing me around, and every now and then I would take a different route to fuck with him and make him think today would be the day his lame ass became a hero.
Anyways
I knew I was an incel from an early age. Even at recess I would get laughed at while I was on the swings, and the other males would micromog me and tell cute girls that I lieked them as a joke to watch their reaction. That isn't the point, but it's just for some backstory.
As one would expect with such a wretched upbringing, I spent the majority of my formative high school years browsing the internet to get dopamine since real life offered me none to speak of. A story as old as time in the manosphere/incelosphere. I made my way to such sites as wizardchan, sluthate, lookism,fitmisc, and other various points in the manosphere. The Isla Vista event happened my freshman year of high school, and I found Elliot to be something of a kindred spirit. I would enjoy watching his car videos, or those old music videos of his, and it felt almost like having a real friend, which eased my loneliness.
On wizardchan I eventually did find a real friend. We would do ironic non-gay roleplays together as various anime characters and talk about wizardly topics together. For whatever reason, he had a twitter where he would harass random furries and stuff who were RPing and ruin their gay rps by doing some shit like acting like an owl who would jjust stare at them blankly while hooting, or cough up owl pellets. I made a twitter to talk with him on there and assist him/RP with him in a non-gay fashion. Ultimately this lead me to make quite a few posts about Elliot Rodger and ted Kaczynski when I was bored, as well as some vague messages like "you will all regret what you have done to me". It was all in good fun.
Somehow or another, people from my school found my personal twitter, and I was called into the office. They interrogated me for a few hours, had cops come and check my bags, and then they put me in handcuffs and escorted me to check my room for guns and to see if I had anything at home. A bunch of kids who knew me saw me going out in cuffs, so possibly that gave me some bad boy points!!! but i remained incel.
For the rest of the school year I had the school security guard tailing me around, and every now and then I would take a different route to fuck with him and make him think today would be the day his lame ass became a hero.
