Esoteric Chat

Total Freedom, better known as Total Logdom, Total Clogdom, Total Shitdom, Total Fagdom, Total Niggerdom, and many more… has kicked the bucket for the second time in a row. Ever since Big Ryan proved his incompetence in managing a server, despite owning a fucking hosting company, VideoGamePhenom decided to take on the ownership of the world's largest pedophile ring on the clear web.

To be clear, I don't actually know how the current iteration of the server was structured, nor do I care. It's safe to assume that the same retards are in charge of it as from before, because everybody that is still involved in Total Clogdom is either a child (grooming victim) or the groomer himself.

For Total Akefudom staff:

To whom it may concern: you will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

A Message from Dark Brandon

You should never have pulled that kind of malarkey here, bucko. We aren't going to take your childish antics here in the U.S. of A. E pluribus, uh… I forgot what I was saying. End sentence. We have finally put an end to Medicaid. President Roths- er, I mean, President Kamala, is going to get all those college debts sorted out. I always keep my promises. Now, if you shall excuse me, I need to go to bed.

Dark Brandon is here to solve crossword puzzles and eat ice cream, and he's all out of crossword puzzles… wait, what?

Aiden Niggerson says…

Aiden Niggerson sends his regards. I'm sorry that your server died, okay? I know that you probably tried your best to keep it alive or whatever. My three-inch cock put out all it could to keep things going, but I'm tired now. Good night.

This is my esoTalk Deluxe Aiden Niggerson (pictured up your ass and around the corner) Signed Edition! We hope you enjoy it.

Epitaph

It Wasn't Much, But It Really Soaked Up the Blood and Piss and Shit from the Kids.

videogamesm12 - go to this post

I presume that John is the one writing this.

I didn't.

Isn't this like the 4th time it's died now? Let it rest, holy shit.