anorex
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I’ve realised something. Everything, down to the colour of the fucking heart reaction, is manipulating us in some way. In what way? I’m not sure, but I have an innate ability to sense the bad in anything. It comes to me in the smell of oranges, you see. I ruined my school’s rendition of Schrodinger's cat experiment, simply because I could smell the dastardliness of oranges. Every single time I log onto this forum, even in the heart of winter (when the cold has eviscerated my nostrils), I can smell them. I can smell the oranges. Whether it’s a post from @nana, @Dean or @Randomized Shame, I smell the same goddamn oranges.
A notification popped up on my feed one day, “Open this thread for a cookie.” I thought to myself, “Ah! @nana posted. This should be funny.” I decided to open the thread. How naïve of me, this was the first deviation:
“Can you see? The monster inside me is growing. The monster is nearly this big. The monster will manifest soon. He will manifest within all our bodies. Praise the saviour!” A picture was attached. In the picture, the monster appeared.
I shut my laptop down immediately. I was shaking profusely. What the fuck is wrong with you, @nana? Is this your idea of a joke?! I opened my laptop again, revealing a big wall of text. I don’t think I could compare it to anything less than a biblical proclamation:
By the decree of entities greater than my own existence, I implore you to submit. A battle is practically frivolous; all means of rebellion will be in vain. Submission to God will require a sacrifice. God demands your life! Your mortal life will be given to God at once! You are not in control anymore; in fact, you were never in control! God is you; you are not God. You will kill yourself, and you will be happy. Happy with the fact that you have served your only purpose. To die. – @Dean
The second deviation came shortly after. @Randomized Shame had pinned a new post by some random user @God. It was titled Ascension Guide, quite fitting for the nature of the forum. I assumed that @nana and @Dean were just horsing around, I need to stop with my sci-fi tv shows. Click. I grimaced. Fuck, the end is really approaching. I will now recite what was contained within the thread. I will not show you the images, for they have left scars that have scratched my inner soul:
Hey! It’s your God here. I’ll keep it short: kill yourself. This world isn’t for you. My comfort will bring you newfound peace and freedom. Have you ever wanted to watch someone be pulled apart, limb from limb? Or how about listening to the screams of your worst enemy as rats infest his insides? Fucking ‘preme, isn’t it? No? Don’t kid yourself, you fucking sadist. I know what’s best for you. I am literally you, you sick fuck. You delirious whore! I’ll prove it to you. Gaze upon my masterful creations, and I will present to you your native desires.
The pictures and videos were bad. I don’t want to go into detail about their specifics. But I can tell you one thing. I saw into the belly of hell. Hell, as in the depravity of mankind, not a physical location. Who’s to say that hell isn’t the human mind? I saw humanity’s worst acts. I saw executions, I saw genocides, I saw the neglect of human life. I was disgusted. On final consideration, I guess that I can show you one picture. It was a depiction of God’s all-seeing eye:
The third deviation came, once again, shortly after the second. This was the worst, because it came from me. It was one of my private messages titled, “No escape now!” I didn’t even want to click it. I really didn’t want to; you’ve got to believe me. My finger moved on its own accord; strings were pulling me toward the left mouse button. There was a singular video. Me, in my own bedroom, in my own clothes, glared back at me.
I clicked play. My scared expression stared back at me. I was practically convinced that I was staring into a mirror. I reached into my drawer, whipped out my Glock 17, and brought it right into my mouth. The video stopped; it had lasted all but two seconds. A loud, ear-piercing audio of screaming ensued. Multiple demands popped up on my screen, blinking on and off like it was poorly edited. DO IT WHORE DO IT WHORE DO IT WHORE.
Amidst all the chaos, I had taken my gun and placed it in my mouth. God was right, this body doesn’t belong to me. I decided to enjoy it for one last brief time. I felt the gun’s rough grip, I saw my pretty reflection in the glare of the screen, I heard the soft rain outside tap-tap-tapping against the window, I smelt… nothing. Where are the oranges? Where are the fucking oranges? I set the gun down in my lap. What was I doing? Where was the danger? Where was the orange?
Three days passed. One final pinned post popped up on the featured section. @nana had posted. “Joke’s on you, silly moo!” I bit my lip and entered the thread. Holy shit, I mean it. Holy shit:
I got you suckers! #FILTHYFICTION
God, what God? God, as in the silly account @Dean made?
Your suicide? Sora AI is a real bitch nowadays, isn’t it! @Randomized Shame, thank you for helping me set the personalised videos up!
Anyway, can’t wait to see what your posts are like! God bless!
A notification popped up on my feed one day, “Open this thread for a cookie.” I thought to myself, “Ah! @nana posted. This should be funny.” I decided to open the thread. How naïve of me, this was the first deviation:
“Can you see? The monster inside me is growing. The monster is nearly this big. The monster will manifest soon. He will manifest within all our bodies. Praise the saviour!” A picture was attached. In the picture, the monster appeared.
I shut my laptop down immediately. I was shaking profusely. What the fuck is wrong with you, @nana? Is this your idea of a joke?! I opened my laptop again, revealing a big wall of text. I don’t think I could compare it to anything less than a biblical proclamation:
By the decree of entities greater than my own existence, I implore you to submit. A battle is practically frivolous; all means of rebellion will be in vain. Submission to God will require a sacrifice. God demands your life! Your mortal life will be given to God at once! You are not in control anymore; in fact, you were never in control! God is you; you are not God. You will kill yourself, and you will be happy. Happy with the fact that you have served your only purpose. To die. – @Dean
The second deviation came shortly after. @Randomized Shame had pinned a new post by some random user @God. It was titled Ascension Guide, quite fitting for the nature of the forum. I assumed that @nana and @Dean were just horsing around, I need to stop with my sci-fi tv shows. Click. I grimaced. Fuck, the end is really approaching. I will now recite what was contained within the thread. I will not show you the images, for they have left scars that have scratched my inner soul:
Hey! It’s your God here. I’ll keep it short: kill yourself. This world isn’t for you. My comfort will bring you newfound peace and freedom. Have you ever wanted to watch someone be pulled apart, limb from limb? Or how about listening to the screams of your worst enemy as rats infest his insides? Fucking ‘preme, isn’t it? No? Don’t kid yourself, you fucking sadist. I know what’s best for you. I am literally you, you sick fuck. You delirious whore! I’ll prove it to you. Gaze upon my masterful creations, and I will present to you your native desires.
The pictures and videos were bad. I don’t want to go into detail about their specifics. But I can tell you one thing. I saw into the belly of hell. Hell, as in the depravity of mankind, not a physical location. Who’s to say that hell isn’t the human mind? I saw humanity’s worst acts. I saw executions, I saw genocides, I saw the neglect of human life. I was disgusted. On final consideration, I guess that I can show you one picture. It was a depiction of God’s all-seeing eye:
The third deviation came, once again, shortly after the second. This was the worst, because it came from me. It was one of my private messages titled, “No escape now!” I didn’t even want to click it. I really didn’t want to; you’ve got to believe me. My finger moved on its own accord; strings were pulling me toward the left mouse button. There was a singular video. Me, in my own bedroom, in my own clothes, glared back at me.
I clicked play. My scared expression stared back at me. I was practically convinced that I was staring into a mirror. I reached into my drawer, whipped out my Glock 17, and brought it right into my mouth. The video stopped; it had lasted all but two seconds. A loud, ear-piercing audio of screaming ensued. Multiple demands popped up on my screen, blinking on and off like it was poorly edited. DO IT WHORE DO IT WHORE DO IT WHORE.
Amidst all the chaos, I had taken my gun and placed it in my mouth. God was right, this body doesn’t belong to me. I decided to enjoy it for one last brief time. I felt the gun’s rough grip, I saw my pretty reflection in the glare of the screen, I heard the soft rain outside tap-tap-tapping against the window, I smelt… nothing. Where are the oranges? Where are the fucking oranges? I set the gun down in my lap. What was I doing? Where was the danger? Where was the orange?
Three days passed. One final pinned post popped up on the featured section. @nana had posted. “Joke’s on you, silly moo!” I bit my lip and entered the thread. Holy shit, I mean it. Holy shit:
I got you suckers! #FILTHYFICTION
God, what God? God, as in the silly account @Dean made?
Your suicide? Sora AI is a real bitch nowadays, isn’t it! @Randomized Shame, thank you for helping me set the personalised videos up!
Anyway, can’t wait to see what your posts are like! God bless!
