I finally took the blackpill...

ciillfordgatsby

New Member
Like a lot of people, I lived on the bluepill for ever. "Oh, the world is a nice place" "Oh, people are good at heart." WELL NOT ANYMORE!
I went with the red pill for awhile- The world does have problems, but people can still be good.
I was living in a rundown trailer outside of Las Vegas, then the trailer was forclosed upon. Now a little background, I am an African American orphan with no known living relatives. My penis is bigger than most, but I was a virgin and struggled with social anxiety and had never even held hands with a girl. I'm not attractive either, I wear thick looking glasses, have a dorky haircut (At least I think so) and a scraggly beard. After being evicted, I wound up homeless and alone. I began to hate those more fortunate than me. I wound up in North Vegas (Boring, shitty residential area, not the casino image I imagined when I moved here) looking through some rich asshole's trash, when a van pulled up, one of those Dodge 15 seat sorts of vans, a man stepped out. He was an odd man, he wore dirty suit jacket with an Iraq Campaign Medal pinned to it, he had shoulder length black, curly hair, and some five O'clock shadow.The man looked to be in his mid to late thirties. He was dirty and tired looking, but handsome despite this, (I'm straight so take that with a grain of salt) He asked me if some questions about my life, "Are you happy with life?" "Do you want to leave this town?" ѕhit like that. I told him I was happy here, he said one word that changed my mind, "Why?" Then asked if I had family, a job, or even a car here. Long story short I got in his van, he introduced himself as Ben Harrison, I said I was Clifford Fitzgerald, He told me I was now known as Clifford Gatsby. Three women and one man said in the back of the van, passing around a cigarette, Ben sat in the driver's seat with his own. He started explaining something, he was god's right hand man. He had lost his power in the 90s. I started worrying I had joined the next Manson family. He freaked out when a cop car pulled up behind us, but nothing happened. I was freaked out by the fact that sometimes, non-believers some times get recycled. Eventually, we picked up more people, I accepted them as my family. We finally made it to Florida. I have taken the blackpill... eventually all who don't believe will be recycled.
 

Misaki

Active Member
There was a comment on a recent news story about someone who was killed after they jumped in a car they thought was from Uber: "When we were children we were told not to go in a stranger's car, now we do it all the time."

I guess I'm risk-averse.

How to create a billion jobs: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/666/562/858/end-hunger-poverty-and-war-through-economic-innovation/
 

Lordgoro

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Lounge member
ciillfordgatsby said:
Like a lot of people, I lived on the bluepill for ever. "Oh, the world is a nice place" "Oh, people are good at heart." WELL NOT ANYMORE!
I went with the red pill for awhile- The world does have problems, but people can still be good.
I was living in a rundown trailer outside of Las Vegas, then the trailer was forclosed upon. Now a little background, I am an African American orphan with no known living relatives. My penis is bigger than most, but I was a virgin and struggled with social anxiety and had never even held hands with a girl. I'm not attractive either, I wear thick looking glasses, have a dorky haircut (At least I think so) and a scraggly beard. After being evicted, I wound up homeless and alone. I began to hate those more fortunate than me. I wound up in North Vegas (Boring, shitty residential area, not the casino image I imagined when I moved here) looking through some rich asshole's trash, when a van pulled up, one of those Dodge 15 seat sorts of vans, a man stepped out. He was an odd man, he wore dirty suit jacket with an Iraq Campaign Medal pinned to it, he had shoulder length black, curly hair, and some five O'clock shadow.The man looked to be in his mid to late thirties. He was dirty and tired looking, but handsome despite this, (I'm straight so take that with a grain of salt) He asked me if some questions about my life, "Are you happy with life?" "Do you want to leave this town?" ѕhit like that. I told him I was happy here, he said one word that changed my mind, "Why?" Then asked if I had family, a job, or even a car here. Long story short I got in his van, he introduced himself as Ben Harrison, I said I was Clifford Fitzgerald, He told me I was now known as Clifford Gatsby. Three women and one man said in the back of the van, passing around a cigarette, Ben sat in the driver's seat with his own. He started explaining something, he was god's right hand man. He had lost his power in the 90s. I started worrying I had joined the next Manson family. He freaked out when a cop car pulled up behind us, but nothing happened. I was freaked out by the fact that sometimes, non-believers some times get recycled. Eventually, we picked up more people, I accepted them as my family. We finally made it to Florida. I have taken the blackpill... eventually all who don't believe will be recycled.
Im a Sucker for a good story! What happened? what are your "leaders" philosophies? How did he convince you to join the group? Etc.. Tell us more, we are ALL ears!
 

lordoftheincels

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Staff Member
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Who is this Ben Garrison guy? I keep hearing the name. Reminds me of this one troll guy who got banned recently, his name happened to be Ben Garrison and he said he was sent by god and had the power of sterility. Funny coincidence.
 
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