@Dionysus AKA Giegue yo keque or kekke fid the last one

Forgot what the video wss called though

Don't really care

Dont care didnt ask
Plus youre white

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That's visibly fucking LARPed

don't worry, I like it when people make fake stories

it adds to the mystery

but that's just plain retarded

how do people make big story screencaps?

So it's all on one cap so you don't have to go around looking for a dozen more

@kid kek The way I do it is screencap as much as the story as possible, then if too big, slice it into different caps then stitch them together in an editor

ah

Something just touched my shoulder reeeeee

@T-34 Waifu Updates

None I just felt a humans hand put their hand on my shoulder

i jumped, turned around and nothing was there

Most definitely felt that though

Oof

Maybe it's the long neck nigga you saw trying to sodomize you

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Well

I guess that barbed wire’s gonna start paying itself off

Update the knocking on my window stoped

Stoped

>be me
>native american, living far from any kind of real civilisation, very traditional comunity
>have no technology,live like our ancestors did, not up to date with current affairs in the world
>I did see a white man once though, and became friends with him, his name is Steve
>he lives in the big white man city, but one day he shows up saying he would like to live away from it for a while, and he remembered me
>I tell him the the village will not accept him just like that, and that the two of us can live away from the vilage for a while until they get used to him
>we head out into the forest, go to a clearing that I saw a few times earlier but never went to before, it looked nice
>we set up camp and get a fire going
>smoking the pipe, cooking meat over the fire, having a good time
>I’m curious about what’s happening in the world and ask him
>he looks kinda nervous and worried when I ask him, he says he went here to “get away from it all”, and “hopes everything will blow over anyway”
>really curious, but decide not to press the issue
>evening comes, we both hit the pipe a bit too much and go to our tents to sleep early
>as I drift to sleep I swear I could hear what sounded like gibberish speech coming from the treeline
>we both get up pretty early, have breakfast
>I suggest we go explore the forest, no dangerous animals around
>Steve isn’t thrilled about the idea, says something about staying in the clearing “where we can see if someone is approaching”

>I don’t really understand why meeting someone would be a problem, figure white people like to be alone from time to time from living in such big cities
>he caves in and we go exploring after I point out we’re in the middle of nowhere and the odds of meeting someone are slim to none
>we wander around for a bit, find some tasty mushrooms
>we find this small shack
>Steve is weary of it
>white man have many fears
>whatever, I’ll go check it out by myself
>It looks like someone could live in it, but it’s too small, the person would have to be a dwarf
>there was a miniature bowl on a miniature table, inside it bones of a bat, and two small sticks
>I told Steve what I found
>he was very weirded out by what I told him and insisted that I take this medicine called dolutegravir and others
>Strange reaction, but I took it
>we went back to the clearing where after more piping atmosphere lightened up
>friend still looking at the treeline with worry from time to time
>day passes, evening comes, we light a fire
>suddenly notice this intense, smogy smell
>I thought I saw some kind of small animal crawling on all fours in the treeline
>I hear this gutteral cough from that same direction
>Steve picks up a few rocks from the ground, looks ready to fight
>I do the same, am terrified
>the thing circles around the camp during the night
>we both stand guard, don’t get a wink of sleep
>I can make out its shape in the dark from time to time
>at one point it was iluminated completely by the fire
>it stood up on its rear legs
>it must have been at least 4 feet tall
>it looked almost like a human, but not quite
>it had a sickly, yellowish skin, no eyes as far as I could tell, not even holes for the eyes to fit in
>it had a very long and thin mustauche
>it appeared to be dressed in leather made entirely of bat skin
>I threw some rocks at it, it produced that same gibbering noise I heard on the first night, interupted by terrible coughs

>it ran back to the treeline and the night was pretty quiet from that point on
>my elders have no stories of such a monster
>in the morning we went to Steve’s horseless chariot, where he insisted I put on this strange, bright yellow suit over my clothes
>I asked him if we should really be focusing on our clothes right now
>he insisted I put it on and explained why, but all I got out of it was that it would somehow ward off evil
>I asked what that thing was, and again I didn’t really understand, I think he called it chinkcorona
>he drove us into the big city, I’ve never been there before
>it was in disaray, people wore masks, many strange marvels
>Steve took us to the white medicine man
>he poked us with a needle and sent us on our way
I never knew white people had monsters too

Finished the corona walker story

Please critiqe