Normies are pathetic narcissists and I hate them so fucking much

[disillusioned]

It seems like 90% of the world's problems just come down to normie psychology and the nauseating levels of narcissistic entitlement they have. Almost every single problem and social ill can be explained by normies just being huge fucking cunts that can't or refuse to accept their place in the world. Just literally all of them.

Wealth inequality: Okay granted the 1% is actually parasitic but most normies are just talentless losers using this as a cope.
Racism: Literally wouldn't exist if most normies weren't sexual failures looking for scapegoats ("Muh BBC, Muh white supremacy media )
Corruption: Loser normies think they can steal a bigger slice of the pie without anybody noticing or even thinking it's okay to do.

But this is only the start of it.

Just go talk to normies about anything. Just literally anything at all. You'll soon discover that they've got a massive superiority complex and sense of victimhood. They think they're the center of the universe and that their 'struggles' (almost always the result of them being genetic failures) are unique. They're literally incapable of showing any kind of humility and nor do they care. They can't contextualize their failures. If they even admit they are a failure (almost never happens).

Fuck normies. They're cockroaches.

For that matter fuck Thanos too for thinking he could've fixed the universe by only killing half of everyone.

EDIT: I'm fucking serious. Normies will literally commit genocide and still convince themselves they're morally superior to everyone. They're legitimately horrible people dead srs.

 

[SchizoAutism]

We can't all be losers

 

[Deleted member 17791]

What are your thoughts on narcy twinks?

 

[Deleted member 16677]

Why is your mind so full of hate. Relax dude

 

[Deleted member 4430]

reminder OP cant keep up with his peers so prefer to socialize with teen boys under the guise of "muh bluepilled cunts normies"

 

[Deleted member 21620]

Too late, they're already on this forum. It's best to keep your blackpilled views to yourself IRL.

 

[Aladin]

What are your thoughts on narcy twinks?

they are the sweetest of them all, especially in fall, dont we all...?

THE GAY NARCY TWINKS, THEIR RISE AND DOWNFALL, A DISSERATION BY SHMOG POGGLECOCK
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Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday, the rise of the Twinky empire. King Twinky was barely a man, at 5ft tall people regularly mistook him for an ashtray and he was also fucked in the ass randomly by rapers a lot but that is not bad for him, his family prepared him for that ISNT THAT RIGHT @Octillionaire? Sheeesh, anyway, THE TWINK EMPORIUM, said the sign over the door. Four men stepped in, @8PSLcel @Tallooksmaxxer @RabidRosaries and yours truly, @Aladin. They brandished their colts and twirled them between thick fingers like they were in a pen spinning video in 2010. "Hey hey hey whats up party people" said @RabidRosaries and spat out. Heads turned slowly in the dim atmosphere of the pub.

This was a dangerous place, everybody here had a bad record, fuck, some had an F in Biology, ngl, ded srs. @Tallooksmaxxer spurs clacked on the wooden floorboards when he walked over to a table where a bunch of rough looking men had stopped playing cards, and with some effort he heaved his biggest of penises on the table, which collapsed under the fleshy weight. The men looked at the table for a moment. Tension rose rabidly. The bartender ducked behind the counter and tried to sneak out to the call the mods but @8PSLcel suddenly stood before him and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up like a toy. "You like to fly little birdy heh? How about you dance for us first..."

They shot at his feet with their guns POW POW POW until they ran out of bullets. When the poor man fell to his knees and raised his hands, begging for mercy, they formed a circle around him and unleashed the fury of their stinky cowboy cocks upon his visage slap slap slap slap slap slap. Somewhere someone vomited, people had to avert their gaze, it was too fucking brutal. The doors flung open and a woman came in. She was an ugly bitch and thats that. The three ultracool gangsters stood in a line and simultaneously grabbed and zipped their dicks in, like they were in the army or some shit. W-whaaat?! The woman said (her name shall remain a mystery, the author does not care about irrelevant trash). "H-how are you fair gentlemen not charmed by my subtle female form?! You lack the male gaze! H-how is this possible!?"

Again, moving as one, the four moggers rolled up the sleeve on their right arm and revealed the same bionicle tattoo. "NOOO!" She screamed and started crying. "Why yes." @Tallooksmaxxer spoke and again, all of them pulled up their left pantleg and there it was, a beautiful depiction of a season 3 bayblade. The woman ran out on the street and they gave chase. "Hey, autists!" They stopped in their tracks, the woman jumped in her Ferrari and escaped. "You know our forum names stranger?" @RabidRosaries turned around, hand on his cock(ed) revolver. He squinted. @8PSLcel walked over behind a barrel and took a shit. @Talloksmaxxer touched @RabidRosaries on the shoulder and whispered, "thats a twink, look how fucking gay he looks, fuark, his diamond coated buttplug has to be massive, we could sell it and -" "shhht I am spergulating" @RabidRosaries beckoned him to be silent, for the machinery of his mind was running at full energy now. Yes, that was a twink, but this was not all, was it now. He decided to take a chance.

"You are narcy twink, the twinkiest twinky twink, the twink with the indestructible stink, the anus that would not shatter, the man with the shitcutter from kalkutta." The figure stepped out of the blinding light and his beautifully chiseled face became visible. "Call me @BugeyeBigNoseCurry" he said, for I come not to fight, but to seek your help. @8PSLcel cursed behind his barrel then cried for toiletpaper. @Aladin walked over, he had experience with shitting himself in public. Meanwhile @RabidRosaries and @BugeyeBigNoseCurry sized each other up. Then @RabidRosaries smiled and they shook hands. The twinks hands were soft like ass but @RabidRosaries hands were hard and callused like a brick layers, which was not wrong, he loved lego after all. Both of them appreciated it anyway.

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[Deleted member 17791]

they are the sweetest of them all, especially in fall, dont we all...?

THE GAY NARCY TWINKS, THEIR RISE AND DOWNFALL, A DISSERATION BY SHMOG POGGLECOCK
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Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday, the rise of the Twinky empire. King Twinky was barely a man, at 5ft tall people regularly mistook him for an ashtray and he was also fucked in the ass randomly by rapers a lot but that is not bad for him, his family prepared him for that ISNT THAT RIGHT @Octillionaire? Sheeesh, anyway, THE TWINK EMPORIUM, said the sign over the door. Four men stepped in, @8PSLcel @Tallooksmaxxer @RabidRosaries and yours truly, @Aladin. They brandished their colts and twirled them between thick fingers like they were in a pen spinning video in 2010. "Hey hey hey whats up party people" said @RabidRosaries and spat out. Heads turned slowly in the dim atmosphere of the pub.

This was a dangerous place, everybody here had a bad record, fuck, some had an F in Biology, ngl, ded srs. @Tallooksmaxxer spurs clacked on the wooden floorboards when he walked over to a table where a bunch of rough looking men had stopped playing cards, and with some effort he heaved his biggest of penises on the table, which collapsed under the fleshy weight. The men looked at the table for a moment. Tension rose rabidly. The bartender ducked behind the counter and tried to sneak out to the call the mods but @8PSLcel suddenly stood before him and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up like a toy. "You like to fly little birdy heh? How about you dance for us first..."

They shot at his feet with their guns POW POW POW until they ran out of bullets. When the poor man fell to his knees and raised his hands, begging for mercy, they formed a circle around him and unleashed the fury of their stinky cowboy cocks upon his visage slap slap slap slap slap slap. Somewhere someone vomited, people had to avert their gaze, it was too fucking brutal. The doors flung open and a woman came in. She was an ugly bitch and thats that. The thre ultracool gangsters stood in a line and simultaneously grabbed and zipped their dicks in, like they were in the army or some shit. W-whaaat?! The woman said (her name shall remain a mystery, the author does not care about irrelevant trash). "H-how are you fair gentlemen not charmed by my subtle female form?! You lack the male gaze! H-how is this possible!?"

Again, moving as one, the four moggers rolled up the sleeve on their right arm and revealed the same bionicle tattoo. "NOOO!" She screamed and started crying. "Why yes." @Tallooksmaxxer spoke and again, all of them pulled up their left pantleg and there it was, a beautiful depiction of a season 3 bayblade. The woman ran out on the street and they gave chase. "Hey, autists!" They stopped in their tracks, the woman jumped in her Ferrari and escaped. "You know our forum names stranger?" @RabidRosaries turned around, hand on his cock(ed) revolver. He squinted. @8PSLcel walked over behind a barrel and took a shit. @Talloksmaxxer touched @RabidRosaries on the shoulder and whispered, "thats a twink, look how fucking gay he looks, fuark, his diamond coated buttplug has to be massive, we could sell it and -" "shhht I am spergulating" @RabidRosaries beckoned him to be silent, for the machinery of his mind was running at full energy now. Yes, that was a think, but this was not all was it now. He decided to take a chance.

"You are narcy twink, the twinkiest twinky twink, the twink with the indestructible stink, the anus that would not shatter, the man with the shitcutter from kalkutta." The figure stepped out of the blinding light and his beautifully chiseled face became visible. "Call me @BugeyeBigNoseCurry" he said, for I come not to fight, but to seek your help. @8PSLcel cursed behind his barrel then cried for toiletpaper. @Aladin walked over, he had experience with shitting himself in public. Meanwhile @RabidRosaries and @BugeyeBigNoseCurry sized each other up. Then @RabidRosaries smiled and they shook hands. The twinks hands were soft like ass but @RabidRosaries hands were hard and callused like a brick layers, which was not wrong, he loved lego after all. Both of them appreciated it anyway.

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[Deleted member 15827]

they are the sweetest of them all, especially in fall, dont we all...?

THE GAY NARCY TWINKS, THEIR RISE AND DOWNFALL, A DISSERATION BY SHMOG POGGLECOCK
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Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday, the rise of the Twinky empire. King Twinky was barely a man, at 5ft tall people regularly mistook him for an ashtray and he was also fucked in the ass randomly by rapers a lot but that is not bad for him, his family prepared him for that ISNT THAT RIGHT @Octillionaire? Sheeesh, anyway, THE TWINK EMPORIUM, said the sign over the door. Four men stepped in, @8PSLcel @Tallooksmaxxer @RabidRosaries and yours truly, @Aladin. They brandished their colts and twirled them between thick fingers like they were in a pen spinning video in 2010. "Hey hey hey whats up party people" said @RabidRosaries and spat out. Heads turned slowly in the dim atmosphere of the pub.

This was a dangerous place, everybody here had a bad record, fuck, some had an F in Biology, ngl, ded srs. @Tallooksmaxxer spurs clacked on the wooden floorboards when he walked over to a table where a bunch of rough looking men had stopped playing cards, and with some effort he heaved his biggest of penises on the table, which collapsed under the fleshy weight. The men looked at the table for a moment. Tension rose rabidly. The bartender ducked behind the counter and tried to sneak out to the call the mods but @8PSLcel suddenly stood before him and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up like a toy. "You like to fly little birdy heh? How about you dance for us first..."

They shot at his feet with their guns POW POW POW until they ran out of bullets. When the poor man fell to his knees and raised his hands, begging for mercy, they formed a circle around him and unleashed the fury of their stinky cowboy cocks upon his visage slap slap slap slap slap slap. Somewhere someone vomited, people had to avert their gaze, it was too fucking brutal. The doors flung open and a woman came in. She was an ugly bitch and thats that. The three ultracool gangsters stood in a line and simultaneously grabbed and zipped their dicks in, like they were in the army or some shit. W-whaaat?! The woman said (her name shall remain a mystery, the author does not care about irrelevant trash). "H-how are you fair gentlemen not charmed by my subtle female form?! You lack the male gaze! H-how is this possible!?"

Again, moving as one, the four moggers rolled up the sleeve on their right arm and revealed the same bionicle tattoo. "NOOO!" She screamed and started crying. "Why yes." @Tallooksmaxxer spoke and again, all of them pulled up their left pantleg and there it was, a beautiful depiction of a season 3 bayblade. The woman ran out on the street and they gave chase. "Hey, autists!" They stopped in their tracks, the woman jumped in her Ferrari and escaped. "You know our forum names stranger?" @RabidRosaries turned around, hand on his cock(ed) revolver. He squinted. @8PSLcel walked over behind a barrel and took a shit. @Talloksmaxxer touched @RabidRosaries on the shoulder and whispered, "thats a twink, look how fucking gay he looks, fuark, his diamond coated buttplug has to be massive, we could sell it and -" "shhht I am spergulating" @RabidRosaries beckoned him to be silent, for the machinery of his mind was running at full energy now. Yes, that was a twink, but this was not all, was it now. He decided to take a chance.

"You are narcy twink, the twinkiest twinky twink, the twink with the indestructible stink, the anus that would not shatter, the man with the shitcutter from kalkutta." The figure stepped out of the blinding light and his beautifully chiseled face became visible. "Call me @BugeyeBigNoseCurry" he said, for I come not to fight, but to seek your help. @8PSLcel cursed behind his barrel then cried for toiletpaper. @Aladin walked over, he had experience with shitting himself in public. Meanwhile @RabidRosaries and @BugeyeBigNoseCurry sized each other up. Then @RabidRosaries smiled and they shook hands. The twinks hands were soft like ass but @RabidRosaries hands were hard and callused like a brick layers, which was not wrong, he loved lego after all. Both of them appreciated it anyway.

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WTF is your life

 

[Aladin]

"WTF is your life"​

Said @RabidRosaries and put his glass of whiskey down hard. @Aladin remained unfazed, he was too cool for this and also, he had not showered for twenty days and the crust on his skin was hampering his movements. Regardless, he calmly repeated his last point, the very point that had upset the good @RabidRosaries so much. "You dont understand. The feet Vagina is objectively the most pleasure sexual experience a man can have and I will be the one to realize it!" @RabidRoasries shot up, red with anger. "Humbug!" He blurted. His tongue was heavy from the booze. Before he could catch a breathe to say more, the door swung open and @BigJimsWornOutTires came in wearing a dress. It was all he had. Forgive him oh Lord, for he was no bitch. "ALARM" he screamed, but not serious tbh, and then he smiled triumphantly, "cunts," he said, "its in." @RabidRosaries and @Aladin exchanged a brief glance that communicated that their dispute was settled for now. This took prescedence.

"It took some fiddling with the converter belt but we made some extra makeshift clamps and now shes running like a sewing machine!" @BigJimsWornOutTires lead them through the hallways to the engine hangar. He stopped in front of a door, grabbed the handle, paused... "ready gentlemen?" Then he swung open the door. They were greated by lingering blue smoke and the smell of burned oil, reliquaries of a busy night. They stepped out on a platform from which a stair case descended into the hangar bay. Below them, sprawled out and sleek enough too look like it was doing Mach Two on the runway, lay the Perferator, the fastest gunship this side of Maron Krix. It had won races before. Or so they had been told when they bought it from the scraper. It grew ever more beautiful as they walked down the stairway to meet with the engineers. @wannalooksmax waited for them with a broad grin on the floor. As head engineer, he had supervised the process all night, he looked tired but deeply satisfied. "Wheres the pilot boy?" He said, "shouldnt he see this? Its his big day tomorrow." "Cut him some slack, hes been training hard lately. The simulations are taking their toll. I told him to rest." @RabidRosaries lit up a cigar. He was still slightly drunk and hoped the nicotine would fresh him up a little. Assistant engineers hustled around, disconnected fuel pumps, cleared the burn path from machinery and did the thousand thankless things they did. @BigJimsWornOutTires grabbed a young mechanic by the neck collar. "Open the blast door kid." "Sir, but-" "I want them to hear this, fuck the regulations." The young man grinned and saluted before rushing off. The day had come, the hour was here. The Joke of the Town was about to bare its fangs for the first time.

Somewhere else, high above, @Mogpogs sat with crossed legs. He had turned the lights off and set the air conditioning to freezing, like @Account, his mentor had taught him. The room was soundproof. He wondered where the old man was now. His thoughts wandered and this time he let them. He had meditated enough, visualized the race. There was nothing else to do but wait. Images appeared before him, screams, fire, the piece of debris he always kept next to his bed. @Account had been a fine mentor, maybe the best, but he was not a racer. He was a philosopher. He liked racing. But he was not a racer. One time, in a rare moment, he had dropped his act and they had come truly face to face. A young man with high aspirations, and a hopeless idealist who felt that he was running out of time. @Account had never been the type who tried to live on through his students and neither was @Mogpogs the type to become a hopeless imitation of his master, but the former's death had fashioned a strong bond between them beyond the grave. A noiseless vibration traveled upwards through the floor. He could feel it in his stomach. He would not sleep tonight.

"Holy shit." @Tallooksmaxxer took off his hearing protection and was about to leave the bunker when @BigJimsWornOutTires held him back and pointed at a gauge. "Temperature. At least wait till its below boiling point out there." He turned to the team running the controls. "Readings?" "Perfect sir." A young red haired mechanic handed him a data slate and he studied it. His eyes darted across the numerous data points until they got hooked on some value. He shook his head and handed back the slate. "This one, do it again, please." "Something the matter?" @Tallooksmaxxer had stepped in earlier when @RabidRosaries had gotten a call from another Bay. As Vice Manager, he had to respond. @BigJimsWornOutTires actually preferred to work with @Tallooksmaxxer, though he would have never admitted this in front of @RabidRosaries. "No, just making sure." He pressed a button and the blast shields rose from in front of the windows. "She will rest tonight. Tomorrow, I will do the preflight checks myself. Any chance I could get some alone time with the kid? @RabidRosaries didn't sound too happy when I asked him." @Tallooksmaxxer nodded and pushed the button for the blast door before @BigJimsWornOutTires could protest, and pointed leisurely at the gauge from earlier. "All green boss" he bantered, and they walked out to find @Mogpogs.




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[Deleted member 18244]

Said @RabidRosaries and put his glass of whiskey down hard. @Aladin remained unfazed, he was too cool for this and also, he had not showered for twenty days and the crust on his skin was hampering his movements. Regardless, he calmly repeated his last point, the very point that had upset the good @RabidRosaries so much. "You dont understand. The feet Vagina is objectively the most pleasure sexual experience a man can have and I will be the one to realize it!" @RabidRoasries shot up, red with anger. "Humbug!" He blurted. His tongue was heavy from the booze. Before he could catch a breathe to say more, the door swung open and @BigJimsWornOutTires came in wearing a dress. It was all he had. Forgive him oh Lord, for he was no bitch. "ALARM" he screamed, but not serious tbh, and then he smiled triumphantly, "cunts," he said, "its in." @RabidRosaries and @Aladin exchanged a brief glance that communicated that their dispute was settled for now. This took prescedence.

"It took some fiddling with the converter belt but we made some extra makeshift clamps and now shes running like a sewing machine!" @BigJimsWornOutTires lead them through the hallways to the engine hangar. He stopped in front of a door, grabbed the handle, paused... "ready gentlemen?" Then he swung open the door. They were greated by lingering blue smoke and the smell of burned oil, reliquaries of a busy night. They stepped out on a platform from which a stair case descended into the hangar bay. Below them, sprawled out and sleek enough too look like it was doing Mach Two on the runway, lay the Perferator, the fastest gunship this side of Maron Krix. It had won races before. Or so they had been told when they bought it from the scraper. It grew ever more beautiful as they walked down the stairway to meet with the engineers. @wannalooksmax waited for them with a broad grin on the floor. As head engineer, he had supervised the process all night, he looked tired but deeply satisfied. "Wheres the pilot boy?" He said, "shouldnt he see this? Its his big day tomorrow." "Cut him some slack, hes been training hard lately. The simulations are taking their toll. I told him to rest." @RabidRosaries lit up a cigar. He was still slightly drunk and hoped the nicotine would fresh him up a little. Assistant engineers hustled around, disconnected fuel pumps, cleared the burn path from machinery and did the thousand thankless things they did. @BigJimsWornOutTires grabbed a young mechanic by the neck collar. "Open the blast door kid." "Sir, but-" "I want them to hear this, fuck the regulations." The young man grinned and saluted before rushing off. The day had come, the hour was here. The Joke of the Town was about to bare its fangs for the first time.

Somewhere else, high above, @Mogpogs sat with crossed legs. He had turned the lights off and set the air conditioning to freezing, like @Account, his mentor had taught him. The room was soundproof. He wondered where the old man was now. His thoughts wandered and this time he let them. He had meditated enough, visualized the race. There was nothing else to do but wait. Images appeared before him, screams, fire, the piece of debris he always kept next to his bed. @Account had been a fine mentor, maybe the best, but he was not a racer. He was a philosopher. He liked racing. But he was not a racer. One time, in a rare moment, he had dropped his act and they had come truly face to face. A young man with high aspirations, and a hopeless idealist who felt that he was running out of time. @Account had never been the type who tried to live on through his students and neither was @Mogpogs the type to become a hopeless imitation of his master, but the former's death had fashioned a strong bond between them beyond the grave. A noiseless vibration traveled upwards through the floor. He could feel it in his stomach. He would not sleep tonight.

"Holy shit." @Tallooksmaxxer took off his hearing protection and was about to leave the bunker when @BigJimsWornOutTires held him back and pointed at a gauge. "Temperature. At least wait till its below boiling point out there." He turned to the team running the controls. "Readings?" "Perfect sir." A young red haired mechanic handed him a data slate and he studied it. His eyes darted across the numerous data points until they got hooked on some value. He shook his head and handed back the slate. "This one, do it again, please." "Something the matter?" @Tallooksmaxxer had stepped in earlier when @RabidRosaries had gotten a call from another Bay. As Vice Manager, he had to respond. @BigJimsWornOutTires actually preferred to work with @Tallooksmaxxer, though he would have never admitted this in front of @RabidRosaries. "No, just making sure." He pressed a button and the blast shields rose from in front of the windows. "She will rest tonight. Tomorrow, I will do the preflight checks myself. Any chance I could get some alone time with the kid? @RabidRosaries didn't sound too happy when I asked him." @Tallooksmaxxer nodded and pushed the button for the blast door before @BigJimsWornOutTires could protest, and pointed leisurely at the gauge from earlier. "All green boss" he bantered, and they walked out to find @Mogpogs.




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Only tagged twice while BigJim’s worn out dick gets MC status. It’s indeed over

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Said @RabidRosaries and put his glass of whiskey down hard. @Aladin remained unfazed, he was too cool for this and also, he had not showered for twenty days and the crust on his skin was hampering his movements. Regardless, he calmly repeated his last point, the very point that had upset the good @RabidRosaries so much. "You dont understand. The feet Vagina is objectively the most pleasure sexual experience a man can have and I will be the one to realize it!" @RabidRoasries shot up, red with anger. "Humbug!" He blurted. His tongue was heavy from the booze. Before he could catch a breathe to say more, the door swung open and @BigJimsWornOutTires came in wearing a dress. It was all he had. Forgive him oh Lord, for he was no bitch. "ALARM" he screamed, but not serious tbh, and then he smiled triumphantly, "cunts," he said, "its in." @RabidRosaries and @Aladin exchanged a brief glance that communicated that their dispute was settled for now. This took prescedence.

"It took some fiddling with the converter belt but we made some extra makeshift clamps and now shes running like a sewing machine!" @BigJimsWornOutTires lead them through the hallways to the engine hangar. He stopped in front of a door, grabbed the handle, paused... "ready gentlemen?" Then he swung open the door. They were greated by lingering blue smoke and the smell of burned oil, reliquaries of a busy night. They stepped out on a platform from which a stair case descended into the hangar bay. Below them, sprawled out and sleek enough too look like it was doing Mach Two on the runway, lay the Perferator, the fastest gunship this side of Maron Krix. It had won races before. Or so they had been told when they bought it from the scraper. It grew ever more beautiful as they walked down the stairway to meet with the engineers. @wannalooksmax waited for them with a broad grin on the floor. As head engineer, he had supervised the process all night, he looked tired but deeply satisfied. "Wheres the pilot boy?" He said, "shouldnt he see this? Its his big day tomorrow." "Cut him some slack, hes been training hard lately. The simulations are taking their toll. I told him to rest." @RabidRosaries lit up a cigar. He was still slightly drunk and hoped the nicotine would fresh him up a little. Assistant engineers hustled around, disconnected fuel pumps, cleared the burn path from machinery and did the thousand thankless things they did. @BigJimsWornOutTires grabbed a young mechanic by the neck collar. "Open the blast door kid." "Sir, but-" "I want them to hear this, fuck the regulations." The young man grinned and saluted before rushing off. The day had come, the hour was here. The Joke of the Town was about to bare its fangs for the first time.

Somewhere else, high above, @Mogpogs sat with crossed legs. He had turned the lights off and set the air conditioning to freezing, like @Account, his mentor had taught him. The room was soundproof. He wondered where the old man was now. His thoughts wandered and this time he let them. He had meditated enough, visualized the race. There was nothing else to do but wait. Images appeared before him, screams, fire, the piece of debris he always kept next to his bed. @Account had been a fine mentor, maybe the best, but he was not a racer. He was a philosopher. He liked racing. But he was not a racer. One time, in a rare moment, he had dropped his act and they had come truly face to face. A young man with high aspirations, and a hopeless idealist who felt that he was running out of time. @Account had never been the type who tried to live on through his students and neither was @Mogpogs the type to become a hopeless imitation of his master, but the former's death had fashioned a strong bond between them beyond the grave. A noiseless vibration traveled upwards through the floor. He could feel it in his stomach. He would not sleep tonight.

"Holy shit." @Tallooksmaxxer took off his hearing protection and was about to leave the bunker when @BigJimsWornOutTires held him back and pointed at a gauge. "Temperature. At least wait till its below boiling point out there." He turned to the team running the controls. "Readings?" "Perfect sir." A young red haired mechanic handed him a data slate and he studied it. His eyes darted across the numerous data points until they got hooked on some value. He shook his head and handed back the slate. "This one, do it again, please." "Something the matter?" @Tallooksmaxxer had stepped in earlier when @RabidRosaries had gotten a call from another Bay. As Vice Manager, he had to respond. @BigJimsWornOutTires actually preferred to work with @Tallooksmaxxer, though he would have never admitted this in front of @RabidRosaries. "No, just making sure." He pressed a button and the blast shields rose from in front of the windows. "She will rest tonight. Tomorrow, I will do the preflight checks myself. Any chance I could get some alone time with the kid? @RabidRosaries didn't sound too happy when I asked him." @Tallooksmaxxer nodded and pushed the button for the blast door before @BigJimsWornOutTires could protest, and pointed leisurely at the gauge from earlier. "All green boss" he bantered, and they walked out to find @Mogpogs.




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That reminded me of the gay scenes in The Passage. When characters speak, each needs its own paragraph. If two characters, for example, are communicating within the same section, it'll confuse the reader ... unless you use italics. But I wouldn't abuse that.

 

[Aladin]

Only tagged twice while BigJim’s worn out dick gets MC status. It’s indeed over

"Says in the old book, he who honors me, I shall honor. Good luck." @BigJimsWornOutTires closed the canopy and gave the thumbs up.
@Mogpogs waited till he got the all-go before switching to pre-ignition. The auxiliary power unit hummed as it strained to push the fan blades, then inertia took over. He checked his fan speed and switched to ignition. Nothing could have prepared him for this. The engines jumped into action with a violent thump and he felt the thrust push the wheels against the break pads, even though the needle was barely jittering above idle. He checked his ailerons while waiting for the temperature light to switch to green. Moments later he got the all signal and taxied onto the runway.

@Danish_Retard was already airborne in his Wilder Stormgull Mk. II and over the radio he heard that @wollet2 would arrive from another launchpad, his Occam M1A needed a catapult for takeoff.

The rest of the field would arrive-
He ducked involuntarily when Wilder suddenly thundered past him only feet above.
"So this is the clunker everyone's talking about?" He joked over the radio.
@Mogpogs was about to reply but @RabidRosaries interrupted him
"Ignore him. You are not ready for banter. Focus. Control check please."

Moments later he was airborne. The plane was nimble, volatile. He banked left like he was used from the simulator and the intense response on the stick took him by surprise. After a few circles over the hangar module @RabidRosaries instructed him to fly west and join with the field. They were late. He went into the holding pattern with the others. They were doing an expansive figure eight over the hubs. He overtook a few aircraft by playing with the throttle. So easy. He had to remind himself that today was not about winning. Just finishing would be enough.

@wollet2's Occam swept up from below and flew parallel to him.
"You remind me of @Account" he voxed.
"Thank you."
"Thats not what I meant. Your old man was no racer, and you aint got it either. Plus that shitpipe you call an engine-"
@Mogpogs turned off the radio. At least he now knew what to expect from @wollet2.
The planes suddenly lined up and went for the starting line. @Mogpog wondered if he had missed the signal, maybe he had been distracted.
Regardless, the race had begun. He had to keep up, the last racer would be eliminated each round.
His hand closed around the throttle and he carefully accelerated.

@RabidRosaries was nervous though he did not let it show much. The control room was packed and all eyes were on the screens that showed @Mogpogs Perferator, but he tried to discreetly ogle over at @wollet2 on another screen. He cared for the kid, certainly, but he had money on @wollet2. @Danish_Retard would be hard to beat, but he had faith. He saw @wollet2's Occam playfully roll and overtake another craft. Too close, far too close. He bit his lip.
"Nervous?"
@BigJimsWornOutTires suddenly stood behind him.
"You could say that."
"No worries, the kid is gonna be fine. I know a pro when I see one."

They were entering the last quarter of the race. The speed had picked up, whoever was left now was not to be taken lightly. Seven pilots would make it and only eight were left, including @mogpog who was now seriously struggling to keep his place as number six. A long snouted yellow XB-8 Viper cut him off and forced him to swerve right hard to avoid a collision. He cursed and increased the throttle while banking away from the aggressive competitor.
He checked his six, lined himself up and hit the airbrakes so that he came up under the other pilot. Boom. He thought. You're dead.
"No games @Mogpog!" @RabidRosaries shouted over the radio. "stick to the plan, do you read!?"
"Affirmative."
"You bio-readings tell me you are under a lot of stress right now, I-"
The yellow bastard cut him off again, this time from above.
"This is @Mogpogs to base, do you read? I'm having some comm issues-
"What?! Kiddo are you- @Mogpogs this is @BigJimsWornOutTires I advise you-"
"Oh no, we are breaking up!"
@Mogpogs flipped the switch and the radio died immediately.

The viper dove at him again, this time from eight o'clock high, but @Mogpogs was prepared. He banked left and pulled up hard, crossing the diving plane. Then he rolled right and dove, completing the scissor maneuver perfectly. He was now sitting behind the Viper with a clear energy advantage. He swooped down and effortlessly passed the yellow craft. They crossed the finish line. One down. Seven planes left. One more round and one them would have to go. The two pilots swerved a bit, like two dogs sizing each other up. The viper was more careful now, keeping low. @Mogpogs had to turn the plane to keep an eye on him. They turned around a coastal cliff and entered the final stretch across the sea towards the city. Only seconds to the finish line. The Viper was kissing the ocean spray below Mogpog's Perforator. He would have to make a move soon.

In the control room two dramas were unfolding at the same time. One was @BigJimsWornOutTires screaming at the top of his lungs for someone to get his Pilot back on the radio, the other was inside @RabidRosaries head as he nervously watched @wollet2 going head to head with @Danish_Retard. The planes were practically touching each other, caught in each others jet wash.

The Viper was gone. @Mogpogs frantically looked around. Did it crash? He could see the beach, twenty seconds at most before-
Something blocked out the sun and shot past him.

The radio was silent, nobody moved. All eyes were on the screens were @wollet2 had just collided with @Danish_Retard.

@Mogpogs ripped the stick around and went full throttle, desperate to pull out of the debris shower. He was caught in a cloud of oily black smoke. Plane fragments and shrapnel bounced of his windshield and he flinched and cowered in his seat. His left engine howled and died, the plane buckled and jumped. The stick was almost ripped from his hand. Suddenly he was out, blue sky hit him, and with shaking hands he stabilized the plane, shut off the fuel pump for the destroyed engine and turned on his radio. An unfamiliar voice greeted him.
"This is XB-8, I'm shadowing you from five low, your left engine is on fire, do you copy?"
@Mogpogs realized the viper had probably banked aggressively earlier to avoid the wall of debris, hence it had disappeared from his sight.
"Copy XB-8 this is Perforator, I need a vector on airfield, my nav is busted over."
"Understood, follow my lead over."

"Where is @RabidRosaries? You, find him, I need him now."
"Sir, we have a link."
@BigJimsWornOutTires tore the microphone from the technicians hand.
"@Mogpogs, this is @BigJimsWornOutTires, are you alright?!"
"Yes, I am fine, the left engine is gone but I'm gonna make it."
@BigJimsWornOutTires sighed with relief.

"We saw you fly into right into the explosion, I thought you were a goner for sure."
"What happened?"
"@wollet2 and @Danish_Retard collided, we have no information whether either of them made it."
There was no response from @Mogpogs.

@BigJimsWornOutTires finally broke the silence.
"Don't worry about it for now. Just get yourself down safe, we will talk later."
"Understood. @Mogpog out."
@BigJimsWornOutTires hung up the mic and someone handed him a water bottle.
A technician pushed through the crowd.
"Sir?"
"What is it?"
"Its about @RabidRosaries Sir, he is dead."

 

[wollet2]

"Says in the old book, he who honors me, I shall honor. Good luck." @BigJimsWornOutTires closed the canopy and gave the thumbs up.
@Mogpogs waited till he got the all-go before switching to pre-ignition. The auxiliary power unit hummed as it strained to push the fan blades, then inertia took over. He checked his fan speed and switched to ignition. Nothing could have prepared him for this. The engines jumped into action with a violent thump and he felt the thrust push the wheels against the break pads, even though the needle was barely jittering above idle. He checked his ailerons while waiting for the temperature light to switch to green. Moments later he got the all signal and taxied onto the runway.

@Danish_Retard was already airborne in his Wilder Stormgull Mk. II and over the radio he heard that @wollet2 would arrive from another launchpad, his Occam M1A needed a catapult for takeoff.

The rest of the field would arrive-
He ducked involuntarily when Wilder suddenly thundered past him only feet above.
"So this is the clunker everyone's talking about?" He joked over the radio.
@Mogpogs was about to reply but @RabidRosaries interrupted him
"Ignore him. You are not ready for banter. Focus. Control check please."

Moments later he was airborne. The plane was nimble, volatile. He banked left like he was used from the simulator and the intense response on the stick took him by surprise. After a few circles over the hangar module @RabidRosaries instructed him to fly west and join with the field. They were late. He went into the holding pattern with the others. They were doing an expansive figure eight over the hubs. He overtook a few aircraft by playing with the throttle. So easy. He had to remind himself that today was not about winning. Just finishing would be enough.

@wollet2's Occam swept up from below and flew parallel to him.
"You remind me of @Account" he voxed.
"Thank you."
"Thats not what I meant. Your old man was no racer, and you aint got it either. Plus that shitpipe you call an engine-"
@Mogpogs turned off the radio. At least he now knew what to expect from @wollet2.
The planes suddenly lined up and went for the starting line. @Mogpog wondered if he had missed the signal, maybe he had been distracted.
Regardless, the race had begun. He had to keep up, the last racer would be eliminated each round.
His hand closed around the throttle and he carefully accelerated.

@RabidRosaries was nervous though he did not let it show much. The control room was packed and all eyes were on the screens that showed @Mogpogs Perferator, but he tried to discreetly ogle over at @wollet2 on another screen. He cared for the kid, certainly, but he had money on @wollet2. @Danish_Retard would be hard to beat, but he had faith. He saw @wollet2's Occam playfully roll and overtake another craft. Too close, far too close. He bit his lip.
"Nervous?"
@BigJimsWornOutTires suddenly stood behind him.
"You could say that."
"No worries, the kid is gonna be fine. I know a pro when I see one."

They were entering the last quarter of the race. The speed had picked up, whoever was left now was not to be taken lightly. Seven pilots would make it and only eight were left, including @mogpog who was now seriously struggling to keep his place as number six. A long snouted yellow XB-8 Viper cut him off and forced him to swerve right hard to avoid a collision. He cursed and increased the throttle while banking away from the aggressive competitor.
He checked his six, lined himself up and hit the airbrakes so that he came up under the other pilot. Boom. He thought. You're dead.
"No games @Mogpog!" @RabidRosaries shouted over the radio. "stick to the plan, do you read!?"
"Affirmative."
"You bio-readings tell me you are under a lot of stress right now, I-"
The yellow bastard cut him off again, this time from above.
"This is @Mogpogs to base, do you read? I'm having some comm issues-
"What?! Kiddo are you- @Mogpogs this is @BigJimsWornOutTires I advise you-"
"Oh no, we are breaking up!"
@Mogpogs flipped the switch and the radio died immediately.

The viper dove at him again, this time from eight o'clock high, but @Mogpogs was prepared. He banked left and pulled up hard, crossing the diving plane. Then he rolled right and dove, completing the scissor maneuver perfectly. He was now sitting behind the Viper with a clear energy advantage. He swooped down and effortlessly passed the yellow craft. They crossed the finish line. One down. Seven planes left. One more round and one them would have to go. The two pilots swerved a bit, like two dogs sizing each other up. The viper was more careful now, keeping low. @Mogpogs had to turn the plane to keep an eye on him. They turned around a coastal cliff and entered the final stretch across the sea towards the city. Only seconds to the finish line. The Viper was kissing the ocean spray below Mogpog's Perforator. He would have to make a move soon.

In the control room two dramas were unfolding at the same time. One was @BigJimsWornOutTires screaming at the top of his lungs for someone to get his Pilot back on the radio, the other was inside @RabidRosaries head as he nervously watched @wollet2 going head to head with @Danish_Retard. The planes were practically touching each other, caught in each others jet wash.

The Viper was gone. @Mogpogs frantically looked around. Did it crash? He could see the beach, twenty seconds at most before-
Something blocked out the sun and shot past him.

The radio was silent, nobody moved. All eyes were on the screens were @wollet2 had just collided with @Danish_Retard.

@Mogpogs ripped the stick around and went full throttle, desperate to pull out of the debris shower. He was caught in a cloud of oily black smoke. Plane fragments and shrapnel bounced of his windshield and he flinched and cowered in his seat. His left engine howled and died, the plane buckled and jumped. The stick was almost ripped from his hand. Suddenly he was out, blue sky hit him, and with shaking hands he stabilized the plane, shut off the fuel pump for the destroyed engine and turned on his radio. An unfamiliar voice greeted him.
"This is XB-8, I'm shadowing you from five low, your left engine is on fire, do you copy?"
@Mogpogs realized the viper had probably banked aggressively earlier to avoid the wall of debris, hence it had disappeared from his sight.
"Copy XB-8 this is Perforator, I need a vector on airfield, my nav is busted over."
"Understood, follow my lead over."

"Where is @RabidRosaries? You, find him, I need him now."
"Sir, we have a link."
@BigJimsWornOutTires tore the microphone from the technicians hand.
"@Mogpogs, this is @BigJimsWornOutTires, are you alright?!"
"Yes, I am fine, the left engine is gone but I'm gonna make it."
@BigJimsWornOutTires sighed with relief.

"We saw you fly into right into the explosion, I thought you were a goner for sure."
"What happened?"
"@wollet2 and @Danish_Retard collided, we have no information whether either of them made it."
There was no response from @Mogpogs.

@BigJimsWornOutTires finally broke the silence.
"Don't worry about it for now. Just get yourself down safe, we will talk later."
"Understood. @Mogpog out."
@BigJimsWornOutTires hung up the mic and someone handed him a water bottle.
A technician pushed through the crowd.
"Sir?"
"What is it?"
"Its about @RabidRosaries Sir, he is dead."

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

"Says in the old book, he who honors me, I shall honor. Good luck." @BigJimsWornOutTires closed the canopy and gave the thumbs up.
@Mogpogs waited till he got the all-go before switching to pre-ignition. The auxiliary power unit hummed as it strained to push the fan blades, then inertia took over. He checked his fan speed and switched to ignition. Nothing could have prepared him for this. The engines jumped into action with a violent thump and he felt the thrust push the wheels against the break pads, even though the needle was barely jittering above idle. He checked his ailerons while waiting for the temperature light to switch to green. Moments later he got the all signal and taxied onto the runway.

@Danish_Retard was already airborne in his Wilder Stormgull Mk. II and over the radio he heard that @wollet2 would arrive from another launchpad, his Occam M1A needed a catapult for takeoff.

The rest of the field would arrive-
He ducked involuntarily when Wilder suddenly thundered past him only feet above.
"So this is the clunker everyone's talking about?" He joked over the radio.
@Mogpogs was about to reply but @RabidRosaries interrupted him
"Ignore him. You are not ready for banter. Focus. Control check please."

Moments later he was airborne. The plane was nimble, volatile. He banked left like he was used from the simulator and the intense response on the stick took him by surprise. After a few circles over the hangar module @RabidRosaries instructed him to fly west and join with the field. They were late. He went into the holding pattern with the others. They were doing an expansive figure eight over the hubs. He overtook a few aircraft by playing with the throttle. So easy. He had to remind himself that today was not about winning. Just finishing would be enough.

@wollet2's Occam swept up from below and flew parallel to him.
"You remind me of @Account" he voxed.
"Thank you."
"Thats not what I meant. Your old man was no racer, and you aint got it either. Plus that shitpipe you call an engine-"
@Mogpogs turned off the radio. At least he now knew what to expect from @wollet2.
The planes suddenly lined up and went for the starting line. @Mogpog wondered if he had missed the signal, maybe he had been distracted.
Regardless, the race had begun. He had to keep up, the last racer would be eliminated each round.
His hand closed around the throttle and he carefully accelerated.

@RabidRosaries was nervous though he did not let it show much. The control room was packed and all eyes were on the screens that showed @Mogpogs Perferator, but he tried to discreetly ogle over at @wollet2 on another screen. He cared for the kid, certainly, but he had money on @wollet2. @Danish_Retard would be hard to beat, but he had faith. He saw @wollet2's Occam playfully roll and overtake another craft. Too close, far too close. He bit his lip.
"Nervous?"
@BigJimsWornOutTires suddenly stood behind him.
"You could say that."
"No worries, the kid is gonna be fine. I know a pro when I see one."

They were entering the last quarter of the race. The speed had picked up, whoever was left now was not to be taken lightly. Seven pilots would make it and only eight were left, including @mogpog who was now seriously struggling to keep his place as number six. A long snouted yellow XB-8 Viper cut him off and forced him to swerve right hard to avoid a collision. He cursed and increased the throttle while banking away from the aggressive competitor.
He checked his six, lined himself up and hit the airbrakes so that he came up under the other pilot. Boom. He thought. You're dead.
"No games @Mogpog!" @RabidRosaries shouted over the radio. "stick to the plan, do you read!?"
"Affirmative."
"You bio-readings tell me you are under a lot of stress right now, I-"
The yellow bastard cut him off again, this time from above.
"This is @Mogpogs to base, do you read? I'm having some comm issues-
"What?! Kiddo are you- @Mogpogs this is @BigJimsWornOutTires I advise you-"
"Oh no, we are breaking up!"
@Mogpogs flipped the switch and the radio died immediately.

The viper dove at him again, this time from eight o'clock high, but @Mogpogs was prepared. He banked left and pulled up hard, crossing the diving plane. Then he rolled right and dove, completing the scissor maneuver perfectly. He was now sitting behind the Viper with a clear energy advantage. He swooped down and effortlessly passed the yellow craft. They crossed the finish line. One down. Seven planes left. One more round and one them would have to go. The two pilots swerved a bit, like two dogs sizing each other up. The viper was more careful now, keeping low. @Mogpogs had to turn the plane to keep an eye on him. They turned around a coastal cliff and entered the final stretch across the sea towards the city. Only seconds to the finish line. The Viper was kissing the ocean spray below Mogpog's Perforator. He would have to make a move soon.

In the control room two dramas were unfolding at the same time. One was @BigJimsWornOutTires screaming at the top of his lungs for someone to get his Pilot back on the radio, the other was inside @RabidRosaries head as he nervously watched @wollet2 going head to head with @Danish_Retard. The planes were practically touching each other, caught in each others jet wash.

The Viper was gone. @Mogpogs frantically looked around. Did it crash? He could see the beach, twenty seconds at most before-
Something blocked out the sun and shot past him.

The radio was silent, nobody moved. All eyes were on the screens were @wollet2 had just collided with @Danish_Retard.

@Mogpogs ripped the stick around and went full throttle, desperate to pull out of the debris shower. He was caught in a cloud of oily black smoke. Plane fragments and shrapnel bounced of his windshield and he flinched and cowered in his seat. His left engine howled and died, the plane buckled and jumped. The stick was almost ripped from his hand. Suddenly he was out, blue sky hit him, and with shaking hands he stabilized the plane, shut off the fuel pump for the destroyed engine and turned on his radio. An unfamiliar voice greeted him.
"This is XB-8, I'm shadowing you from five low, your left engine is on fire, do you copy?"
@Mogpogs realized the viper had probably banked aggressively earlier to avoid the wall of debris, hence it had disappeared from his sight.
"Copy XB-8 this is Perforator, I need a vector on airfield, my nav is busted over."
"Understood, follow my lead over."

"Where is @RabidRosaries? You, find him, I need him now."
"Sir, we have a link."
@BigJimsWornOutTires tore the microphone from the technicians hand.
"@Mogpogs, this is @BigJimsWornOutTires, are you alright?!"
"Yes, I am fine, the left engine is gone but I'm gonna make it."
@BigJimsWornOutTires sighed with relief.

"We saw you fly into right into the explosion, I thought you were a goner for sure."
"What happened?"
"@wollet2 and @Danish_Retard collided, we have no information whether either of them made it."
There was no response from @Mogpogs.

@BigJimsWornOutTires finally broke the silence.
"Don't worry about it for now. Just get yourself down safe, we will talk later."
"Understood. @Mogpog out."
@BigJimsWornOutTires hung up the mic and someone handed him a water bottle.
A technician pushed through the crowd.
"Sir?"
"What is it?"
"Its about @RabidRosaries Sir, he is dead."

Doesn't fit my character. Perhaps,

There was no response from Moggy. Big Jimbo decided to leave this Ugh. He pulled to the side near the stand. He crawled from the vehicle and headed to the fans. Women rushed to him. "Ugh. I wasn't expecting this, ladies." He expressed as they pushed him into a woman's bathroom. Then, each woman took turns violating him.

Meanwhile, that race was still going. Panned to the bathroom, Big Jim was on the smelly floor as a woman grinned his face and another reverse cowgirling his rod.

 

[Aladin]

Doesn't fit my character. Perhaps,

There was no response from Moggy. Big Jimbo decided to leave this Ugh. He pulled to the side near the stand. He crawled from the vehicle and headed to the fans. Women rushed to him. "Ugh. I wasn't expecting this, ladies." He expressed as they pushed him into a woman's bathroom. Then, each woman took turns violating him. Meanwhile, that race was still going. Back to the bathroom, Big Jim was on the smelly floor as one woman grinned his face and another reverse cowgirling his rod.

 

[Deleted member 8365]

It seems like 90% of the world's problems just come down to normie psychology and the nauseating levels of narcissistic entitlement they have. Almost every single problem and social ill can be explained by normies just being huge fucking cunts that can't or refuse to accept their place in the world. Just literally all of them.

Wealth inequality: Okay granted the 1% is actually parasitic but most normies are just talentless losers using this as a cope.
Racism: Literally wouldn't exist if most normies weren't sexual failures looking for scapegoats ("Muh BBC, Muh white supremacy media )
Corruption: Loser normies think they can steal a bigger slice of the pie without anybody noticing or even thinking it's okay to do.

But this is only the start of it.

Just go talk to normies about anything. Just literally anything at all. You'll soon discover that they've got a massive superiority complex and sense of victimhood. They think they're the center of the universe and that their 'struggles' (almost always the result of them being genetic failures) are unique. They're literally incapable of showing any kind of humility and nor do they care. They can't contextualize their failures. If they even admit they are a failure (almost never happens).

Fuck normies. They're cockroaches.

For that matter fuck Thanos too for thinking he could've fixed the universe by only killing half of everyone.

EDIT: I'm fucking serious. Normies will literally commit genocide and still convince themselves they're morally superior to everyone. They're legitimately horrible people dead srs.

 

[Ultravisionary Bism]

Why is your mind so full of hate. Relax dude

LMAO