Snakes Reads A Terrible Book: Manhunt, by Gretchen Felker-Martin - An utter waste of everyone’s time inspired by the Tranny Sideshows thread and its new favorite author

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The plot is absolutely retarded. We're supposed to believe that in a world where men have been transformed into murderous rape-zombies, TERFs are somehow the bigger threat? And we're supposed to believe that TERFs give a shit about troons when women are being raped and impregnated to death by marauding zombies? Like what? Personally, I hate members of the KKK, but I wouldn't waste my precious arrows on them in a zombie apocalypse... it would behoove me to save them for the real threat to humanity: zombies. In real survival situations, people who literally hate each other have been known to cooperate in order to make it out in one piece, so if GFM's world was based in reality instead of coom, it's far more likely that troons and TERFs would let bygones be bygones... troons could gobble on testicles and TERFs could rest easy knowing they wouldn't be raped by barbed weiners.

I feel like he missed a pretty great opportunity to demonstrate how troons and women can agree to disagree while still working together to achieve a shared goal. But he's clearly a degenerate, so...
 
I feel like he missed a pretty great opportunity to demonstrate how troons and women can agree to disagree while still working together to achieve a shared goal. But he's clearly a degenerate, so...
Yeah... the whole 'working together' tends to bring people... well.. together rather than apart. Crazy, I know. Would've done wonders for your tranny movement, GFM. Now you're just going to be painted as pornsick freaks who fuck zombies and dream about fucking zombies. Enjoy it.
edit edit: Even more interesting because he just tweeted this:
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Incapable of practicing what he preaches.

edit: Chapter 1 of Part 2 has been finished, but still waiting on @blue gopher snakes to upload the last chapter of the previous part. Putting this out there so that volunteers won't end up working on the same chapter.

EVERYONE SAY, "HI GRETCHEN! MICAH!"
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This is totally irrelevant to everything but I just wanted to throw out our good author's powerword is Micah, and in fact he still has some pre-trooning tweets with that name. I just wanted to add this because I'm always autistically bothered by thread titles of troons that don't include their real name making me think they're True and Honest Females.

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Looks like at some point he also hyphenated his mother's maiden name to his last name or something? Anyway, sorry, carry on with the book report.

ETA: Tweets deleted in record time. Hi Micah!
 
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Oh man, we have an audience with the creator? Now that's exciting.

I can't think of anything good to say here. I hope you take the advice this thread is giving and improve in the future? I doubt you really care for our input, though.



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Please tell me this was the first KiwiFarms thread to post that info, cause it confirms this is the thread they're reading.
 
Oh man, we have an audience with the creator? Now that's exciting.

I can't think of anything good to say here. I hope you take the advice this thread is giving and improve in the future? I doubt you really care for our input, though.



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Please tell me this was the first KiwiFarms thread to post that info, cause it confirms this is the thread they're reading.
that's such a weird-ass metaphor. Spider-Man-on-the-Train-in-Spider-man-2? Are we supposed to be Doc Ock setting the train full throttle? Or are we the train?
 
I imagine they're talking about the people giving Spider-Man back his mask.
The brave troon protectors in question:
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I wonder what these fags are gonna do. Mads, you can't deny that anyone who sees Micah's name will forever have it burned into their brain. It's astoundingly hard for the human brain to just erase memories.
 
Yeah... the whole 'working together' tends to bring people... well.. together rather than apart. Crazy, I know. Would've done wonders for your tranny movement, GFM. Now you're just going to be painted as pornsick freaks who fuck zombies and dream about fucking zombies. Enjoy it.
edit edit: Even more interesting because he just tweeted this: View attachment 3201302 Incapable of practicing what he preaches.

edit: Chapter 1 of Part 2 has been finished, but still waiting on @blue gopher snakes to upload the last chapter of the previous part. Putting this out there so that volunteers won't end up working on the same chapter.

EVERYONE SAY, "HI GRETCHEN! MICAH!"
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He should be THANKING us for giving him a excuse to grift. I wish I could get paid for putting this little effort into writing shit.
I almost wonder if he's worth a proper thread. Don't know if there's more to him other than shit writing and a rape fetish though.
 
OK, this evening Peaches is bored, so beware!

...I decided to rewrite the paragraph from the first chapter that was posted in the Tranny Sideshows thread.

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Reminder that I don't write professionally and English is my third language, and yet in 10 minutes I was able to cobble together a version of these events that might pass for narration... somewhere:

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I get what you're trying to do here, and props to you for it, but I feel like your edit washes away the pulpy, informal narration style meant to give the story a sort of gritty, streetwise tone. It's probably the big thing that turned me off from reading this book any further (although the characters didn't help)

Someone posted a screenshot of a tweet in the Tranny Sideshows thread that said "trans women tweet the way Norm MacDonald talked" which is true in some sense, a lot of their jokes are just blurting out things that might seem inappropriate or insensitive seemingly at random. The difference of course is where Norm would use comedic timing to catch you off-guard and make you laugh even if he's saying something offensive, trans people mostly just do it to tell people to fuck off while trying to seem above-it-all in the middle of some dumb internet fight they're fully committed to.

I bring it up because that style of "humor" is a part of this brand that so many TIMs have cultivated of trying to be edgy and irreverent and it's the entire style of this book. It's trying to be Tarantino in BDSM gear, this whole taking-random-adjectives-and-slapping-the-word-"punk"-at-the-end-of-it genre of fiction. The rapid-fire switching from sex to violence to sex to violence to sex with violence in it back to just violence etc etc etc. all with the tone of a teenage sense of defiance "me and my buddies Fuckshit Asspiss and Doctor Pimple Popper and The Word Puke 60 Times In A Row are gonna take our rusted-out Volkswagen Karmann Ghia downtown and beat the fucking FUCK out of [some fucking group of fucking people we don't fucking like]" It all just reads like a tweet from a person desperately trying to be cool while refusing to just log off. Even if the plot could have interesting twists (and it doesn't) they would just be ruined by this writing style.
 
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EVERYONE SAY, "HI GRETCHEN! MICAH!"
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Welcome to the thread! If you're interested, Kiwi Farms is currently accepting new members. Considering we have been called the scum of the internet and a site for school shooters, as well as having a thread all about posting pics of people dying, I think you should join! We'd love your type of person on here, you can post threads on giant TERFCows, wax poetic about life and your philosophies on sex and violence in Deep Thoughts, and help people correct their grammar in Prospering Grounds. You can even come and tell us how we're misinterpreting the book, unless you'd like to let your work speak for itself or post your defense elsewhere. Come on down my sister! I'll even send you a referral code if Null closes registration again. :)
I imagine they're talking about the people giving Spider-Man back his mask.
Something about deadnames being compared to a real face doesn't sit well. If your name is dead, isn't there no mask? Gretchen IS your true name, unless all this time your deadname was the real identity all along?



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Hey, hey! Lurkers or farmers, don't poke the cow! Besides, just drop the sentences on Gretchen's page, don't just threaten it. Or drop the PDF at Lipstick alley and Ovarit and see what happens.

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The account is named "masterbaterbate" and Gretchen still doesn't realize she fell for bait.
 
I almost wonder if he's worth a proper thread. Don't know if there's more to him other than shit writing and a rape fetish though.
I think the work he produces is perhaps more interesting than the man himself. Analyzing and deconstructing his book has proven far more entertaining of a read than information about him would. But I wouldn't say no to a thread, if one happened to appear.
 
I need to know what would go down on the Tranch if t.rex came their way
Well I have done zero proofreading, but here it is. The hardest part was not messing up the pronouns, and I had to look up Kevin's thread to check what his troon name is.
When T-day had come the Tenacious Unicorn Ranch had been prepared. They always knew one day that a horde of rampaging men would come, eager to destroy everything they had built. Everything Penny had built.

It wasn't like they were in a bustling metropolis, but at least a hundred had come attracted to the potent girl stink of the ranch. The ground had been clear, and you could see for miles in every direction. The fence, that had been built tirelessly by him and others back in the better times, had held them up. It turned the deadly assault into a shooting gallery. It would have been good to have had Bonnie for it. She would have loved it with her rifle affectionately called Yoko. There was still a few hundred rounds of ammo for it sitting around.

Bonnie wouldn't be coming back ever now. She had been killed by Kindness in all likelihood. If she was alive Penny knew she would have come back here. To the safe Trans haven of the ranch.

Despite what trouble T-day had brought to the world, it had brought heaven to Penny. She was finally lord of all she saw. Everyone needed her, everyone loved her. They had dozens of members now, trans-women had come from all over the state to be safe with her. Burrito night had never been busier, even if it was mostly alpaca meat and acorn flour tortillas.

Penny was just now returning from a trip into town for supplies. She had picked up something special for tonight, Sunday night. Sky waved to her from where they were on patrol. Sky hadn't been enthusiastic about the E, but a lot less excited about becoming a zombie. Them and Jarrod were the two members of the Tranch with full kits they also had an important role. White gold could be traded for supplies down in Westcliffe. Penny chuckled to himself, remembering when Kathryn had taken a vial of it and tried to impregnate herself. They could have traded that, but what could Penny do, she was just a silly bimbo. Still, if that hadn't happened maybe tonight would go down differently.

The truck sputtered back into gear and she parked it outside the dome. An eager swarm of trans-girls swarmed around her. They were all weathered from constant exposure. The clothes were roughly knitted alpaca wool, but at least the course yarn looked normal dirty. Each begged and whined for some treat that she had gotten from town. She barked at them and scattered them back to work.

They scurried off, back to their assigned duties. They tended to the herd of alpacas and other miscellaneous animals. Just like Penny the ranch had become prosperous. With all the neighbors dead, and no one to tell her she couldn't, they had opened up new pasture. The alpacas were slowly eating through the surrounding land, an acre of it each day. It was a beautiful thing, now there was not any low shrub or grass for a zombie to hide in.

Penny got into the dome and heard the soothing cry of Kathryn. "Momma," she called from the top floor, and slowly waddled down the stairs. Penny finished moving the rest of the purchased supplies by the time she made it down, and patted her head. "Pwease fix the electriky," Kathryn whined in a baby voice.

With the sun up Penny hadn't noticed the lights were off. "Of course my little musk-slut," she cooed back. She hurried to the basement where the electrical was set up. The breaker had tripped, probably from the power draw of Kathryn's computer. Penny had explained to Kathryn a dozen times how to check the breaker, but it never got through the ditz's brain. An excited shriek came from above, and he heard Kathryn rush back upstairs. Back to playing, bless her heart. Penny thought about the chocolate bar she had splurged on. She had planned to give it to Kathryn now, but it would keep for when she got cramps.

A call came up from outside, putting Penny into a panic. She scrambled for her AR and hurried out the door. She was ready for a horde of zombies, but it was only Jarrod. He had returned from a foraging hike. The commotion was because he had two rabbits, tied up with twine and slung over his shoulders. Jarrod was the only one of the ranch who still called himself a man. He took E every Sunday like everyone else, but he treated it like a medical procedure. The status had given him a strange power on the ranch. Some would go to him with their problems instead of Penny. Penny was stronger and bigger than Jarrod, but just because Penny was a woman she had to earn respect. That wouldn't be problem after tonight though.

Jarrod grinned at Penny and shook the rabbits. "Looks like something other than alpaca tonight," he called. Penny grinned back, but it didn't seem to have the same effect as Jarrods. He could detect a slight recoil from Jarrod and the girls around him, like they had seen something disturbing.

"Great," There went her plans for burrito night. "You can roast them, I'll make some hummus."

Dinner was an awkward affair. Penny sat at the head of the table, Kevin and Jen on his sides. Jarrod sat at the opposite end, like an opposing force. It didn't matter Penny knew, he still controlled the E injections. Without those they would all soon be slathering monsters, and Jarrod couldn't forage it. Penny was the one with connections in town, Penny was the one people could trust.

Of course the E was costing more every week, supply getting scarcer the longer this went on. Penny wouldn't let it happen, not to his girls. He would see them taken care of.

Finally the time came for the injections. Penny went up to the bedroom, where Kathryn was waiting. She had rushed back up here after eating her fill. The newer members still made her nervous. "Kathy why don't you get back down to the living room. It's time for me to give everyone their shots."

"Can I play for a little longer," she complained.

"Okay, but you do want your girl juice don't you?" She asked sweetly.

"But the needles are so scary."

"I've got a special reward for big girls who take their shots."

That brought a sparkle to her eyes, and she exited whatever game she had been playing. Kathryn hurried out, and down the stairs. Penny hurried to shut off the computer before it drained the batteries and left them all in the dark. Then he got the needles ready, carefully filling each one from the bottle. She arranged them on the silver platter, and placed an empty bottle of estrogen in the center. It was almost poetic considering what was about to happen.

Penny walked into the circle of trans-women and Jarrod, stopping in the center. "My fellow members of Tenacious Unicorn Ranch, it has been a long hard year since T-day. Through courage and leadership we have survived, nay thrived in these difficult times. You might have heard rumors of dwindling estrogen supplies, but don't worry. I protected us from the raping hordes, I've cared and provided for you, and I will never let us become one of those."

Kathryn smirked to herself. "I might make a new fursona as one of them, with a barbed vagina."

That almost upset Penny, but what could you do, Kathryn was just a stupid bitch. Penny eyed the circle wondering where to start. Jarrod was next to Sky, who was next to Kathryn. She started a couple away from them, leaving them for near the end. Each one reached out an arm to Penny, and she gave her the shot. He moved quickly, faster than normal.

When he reached Jarrod he grabbed the needle and gave himself the shot. Penny couldn't help but smile at that. This one he could tell reached the eyes. The stupid man had done it to himself. He gave a regretful shot to Sky, and skipped over Kathryn leaving her for last.

By the time he had come back to Kathryn the effects were beginning to show. The transwomen were going limp, slumping in their chairs or toppling off them entirely. Kathryn looked up from his phone and searched around confused. "What's going on." Penny grabbed her arm and gave the shot before she could reconsider it.

"I'm sorry dear. There isn't anymore estrogen. I've been scrimping and trading for it, but it's just all gone. I got this instead, so at least we can die as girls," Penny confessed.

"Oh, can I have my chocolate?"

Penny nodded, and pulled the Hershey bar from her pocket. Kathryn took a big bite, and muttered through the chocolate. "Amdead." She then toppled over, the drug having taken out her already strained heart.

Penny looked at the last shot, but instead picked up her gun. There were still the alpacas to take care of. Penny would make certain that by sun-up there would be nothing she left behind without her care.
 
You know, I just realized Chris would be surviving the apocalypse. How comforting.

Would he? If he was on E before his arrest (which I don't think he was), it was almost certainly not prescribed, so I doubt he's getting it in jail.


Ah, yes, my stress and mental anguish can also be allayed by recurring monthly donations. (Ha, if only.)

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Won't pretend I'm not more than a little jelly at the success of the grift, though. Congrats, I guess.

that's such a weird-ass metaphor. Spider-Man-on-the-Train-in-Spider-man-2? Are we supposed to be Doc Ock setting the train full throttle? Or are we the train?

What's the matter? You don't understand references to Marvel movies? Pssh, just like a typical Hufflepuff.
 
Yeah... the whole 'working together' tends to bring people... well.. together rather than apart. Crazy, I know. Would've done wonders for your tranny movement, GFM. Now you're just going to be painted as pornsick freaks who fuck zombies and dream about fucking zombies. Enjoy it.
edit edit: Even more interesting because he just tweeted this: View attachment 3201302 Incapable of practicing what he preaches.

edit: Chapter 1 of Part 2 has been finished, but still waiting on @blue gopher snakes to upload the last chapter of the previous part. Putting this out there so that volunteers won't end up working on the same chapter.

EVERYONE SAY, "HI GRETCHEN! MICAH!"
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Well it is challenging (in the sense that eating portland cement mix is challenging) and ugly, certainly.

IT BROKE NEW GROUND!
 
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