Hello, my name is Quote and this is my story.
I am a British faggot of whom is living in a rotting brick house in Portland. I am the current admin of the notorious hacker website called soyjack.bait. I am currenly in a dire situation so I will keep this short, Im writing this because I have to inform others about the consuquences they might face by building a Hunky Twinky Sex Machine.
Yesterday, I was jacking off to gay porn with my third worlder shitskin janny friends and joking about how nusoycucks leak at every bait and meme we make on /soy/ (the main board). Eventually talking point became the new Hunky Twinky Sex Machine, a pinnacle of technology. They wanted me to have one since they couldn't even afford the cheapest merch by CordsonTalks.
After our sesh ended, I went to a website called xxxwabag.st where it was being sold at and bought the big one for 900 quid, It was worth it because I needed a male figure to dominate me. After that I went to my advisor 9a0c and asked him if I can host an event on sharty.
After gerting an approval I then went to the mod panel and locked down soy to tunnell the traffic to /jager/ (the funny inside joke we have in our cord) surprisingly this did not work and people started posting on other boards like qa or pol of which I had never looked at so I had to bot the site to aid the dying PPH.
I shut down the event and I reverted all the changes then told my jannies to psyop the soyim into thinking it was a hack and none of this was intentional, of course those retarded soyjack spammers immediately forgot about it and moved on. After such a tiring day I went to sleep and had a horrible nightmate of becoming a woman.
*Knock Knock*
I woke up mid sleep in sweats and opened the door, it was a skinny brown man with a dark blue hoodie.
<I's uhhh have, I have this package for you habibi.
He dropped the square box to the ground and wobbled back to his quadricycle. I brang the box to my living room with my weak faggot arms and started tearing down the box.
I started piecing the parts together and the result was a tall, black man with yellow dyed hair and makeup. I gazed upon my work towering over me and before booting it up, I got a text message by Froot:
>you fucking retard you don't know what you are doing do you?
I washed it off as another criticism by the old man since he wasn't the owner anymore.
I pressed the button in the center of the machine's chest and xhe started rattling just like my vibrator, It started talking:
^I wuz joined soyjack community in 2025
…o-okay?
^I is like gooning to female jannys
would you like to do that in me bedroom?
^EPI EPI EPI
I looked at the owner's manual and get it into fucking me, unexpectedly xhe grabbed the paper from my hand and screamed at me:
^IS DA FUGGEN JARDY
This scared me so much but also I had a horny feeling that xhe just might try to rape me. Xhe then hold me from my arms.
I will name you…
^KYS I IS GOING TO DOX YOU
xhe instead threw me across the room. Then I realised how insane this thing was, I jumped out of my window in fear, since im very fragile; jumping from the floor level broke my ankle. I am now trying to escape with my broken ankle from this retarded machine that is now trying to kill me. Since noone is ever in the streets at late hours with the fear of rape, noone is going to help me