To whoever is reading this, my name is Roger Butt. I have a unfortunate story to tell. I was browsing this gore site called LiveGore, when I got a DM from a user. The user had a profile pic of Benson from Regular Show but with stubble and nazi tattoos on his face. His username was "SlayMonzter".
I decided to disregard that message, since I always got DMs from people who acted like bots, but wanted to read it anyways.
The user asked "WHO ARE YOU". I ignored the user, because I thought it was some pizzacunt alt. However, the user kept typing, and somehow kept speaking with me, which I thought was weird.
He kept saying "WHY YOU IGNORE ME". I thought this was weird, so I tried troubleshooting. I asked mods to block him, but he kept sending messages such as "HELLO I AM SPEAKING TO YOU".
This was starting to get weird as he kept messaging me, even though mods said they blocked the account. He did not seem to have any mutual friends with me which seemed the more weirder.
The account then began to try and call me. I didn't even know LiveGore had voice calls. I tried to decline, but it did not work. After several minutes of attempted calls from the user, I decided to answer his call.
I asked "Hello?" What I heard afterwards was disturbing, and I will never forget it.
A deep, raspy voice asked me if I "KNEW ANY NIGGERS". I said no, because I lived in one of the last few all-white neighbourhoods of the UK.
He then asked if I was "A NIGGER" myself. I said no, and he didn't believe me. He started telling me why I'm a "TOTAL PIECE OF SHIT" for "BEING A NIGGER", and recited my address, full name, and social security number, as if they were hillarious jokes in into themselves, giggling into each piece of information about me.
He then recited my daily routine in excruciating detail in the very same manner, laughing manically between sentences, and letting out blood-curdling hyena laughs.
He mentioned my embarrassing attention-seeking routines, all my fake suicide warnings and porn preferences, then the user started a video call. A throbbing, blood-shot purple cock appeared on screen, surrounded by darkness.
He then revealed his face, which looked like the same Benson from his profile pic. It seemed to be distorted, while a high-pitched noise played in the background.
But this noise wasn't coming from the computer, no, it was in my house. I smelt something burning. I looked out my window for the source of the smell, and found SlayMonzter outside my house burning a cross.
I looked away, and back only to see, that the cross was gone, but the smell was even stronger, and I could feel heat coming from far behind me.
The window was open, and I saw a gumball-machine-like figure standing upright in the darkness exiting through my backdoor. This was over. I was done for.
The webcam showed, that very same gumball-machine-like figure running through the forest howling like an ape having a prostate orgasm with a knife in its arse.
The call ended, and I received two final messages from him: "IT'S OVER, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT IS DEAD" "TELL ME, WOULD YOU LIKE TO TUMBLE DOWN THE METAL STAIRS BEHIND YOUR HOUSE LIKE A STOOGE THAT STEPPED ON A BANANA PEEL YOU FUCKING NIGGER"
I began to run outside my house to my neighbour's place to hideout, however, I slipped on a banana peel on the metal stairs behind my house like he asked me if I wanted to, causing me to fall into very thick shrubbery with my ass pointing up in the air out of the bush, and my face deep in a mound of wet dirt.
Something began to tug on my leggings, that felt like a pair of hands belonging to a greasy rich jewish entrepreneur was trying to pants me. But this was no greasy rich jew.
This was a man by the name of Daniel Bennum. I could sense his gynecomastia from behind my back, and could tell that I would be no match for him. The man said "GREETINGS. I'M A MEGGLER. I WELCOME THEE TO MY REALM." before tearing a hole in the back of my pants and underwear with his bear hands, empowered by his man-breast kite.
I was expecting this autist to rape me, but I was wrong. Something much worse was afoot. I heard crappy toy speakers play a certain sound, something that reminded me of an old man giving a speech. I then felt an action figure enter my arsehole. He then began to drag me to a van park nearby.
He laid me down in the trunk of this van, and squeezed his nipples, releasing strings of sticky man-breast puss acting as web silk.
I was tied up by man-breast silk and some autist's fan with an action figure in my ass. I asked if I was dreaming, and the strange man squirted man-breast milk into my mouth, and made me swallow.
The milk, in particular, had a paralysing effect on me. I couldn't breath under the effect of this man-breast milk. The man bent me over and reached into my ass, to activate the action figure.
What the figure said next enlightened me to what was being done, it was a Joe Biden action figure with state of the art hand waving, and new quips about poor kids and white kids.
