Yeah, Elliot is working with the exiled scums of the site and absolute bottomfeeders of the Sektur. He's so fucking worthless and desperate.
That's why I think all this dropKF junk is "intersectional", ie they probably used Torswats to swat MTG, or Torswats saw fit to do so because they hate us as well.
What a winning team:
- Self-admitted rapist troon
- Genocidal colonialist descendant and wife-abuser larping as a "person of colour"
- Troon fucking neonazi swatter
- Psychotic Chris Chan tippers
- Gross troon that peddles bootleg HRT to children
Somehow we've got worse optics because the word nigger is said a lot.
The room was dark and moist, cold and dead as the earth that covered the basement it was located in. A cloaked, hunched figure walked down the stairs with an unnerving look, his always-alert eyes peeking around for any sign that it might, after all, be some sort of trap. As he uncloaked he revealed a greasy, solid, rigid black hair that covered his face like a helmet. He sneered in disgust when he realized somebody had spotted him.
A busty yet overweight young woman in a grey sweater and brown leggins approached him. Her hair similarly greasy and her big glasses almost white from dirt, she gave a big, teeth-full smile as she was holding a cup in her hands.
"Welcome" She said "Would you like some hamster tea?"
The young woman extended the cup showing a grey, disgusting-smelling liquid. The hunched stranger noticed a similarly grayish colour in her skin, almost like if there was something with her skin.
"What happened to your arm?" He asked
"I became one with fungi long ago" She said "I am the fungi, and the fungi is me. My body is shared with the fungi, and my flesh is mixed with its strains. Fungi obeys me, and I obey it. We are one and the same"
"Are you the person who sent the invitation?" The hunched stranger asked.
"No, I was once a leader. My plans were though thwarted by Josh Moon. I no longer have henchmen but I found somebody who will enact my revenge. I've heard about you, you're a disgusting tranny. You were also personally humiliated by Josh Moon, isn't that correct, Keffals?"
Keffals nodded.
"Come with me, the meeting's already started" The fungus girl said.
They walked into a large room where two cheap Wal-mart tables were put together. Around it several individuals were sitting: a gigantic, slobbish, balding, loud, obnoxious man who looked like he hadn't shaved in three days and hadn't bathed in six, a young boy, well he did look like a young boy but a boy no more he was but a diminutive, dark-haired, suited twink whose skin was strangely rough, as if he looked at the same time older and younger than he actually was. He was talking with a huge, round, guetto-themed gimp. There was also another very small nerd, with dorky glasses and an even more unfortunate smile, and the vibes of a serial killer. A fat man with curly hair in odd-fitting gym clothes was sitting nearby, looking around with condescension. There was a thin, bearded, balding man who also looked way older than he was, and he smelled of whiskey while seemingly having trouble keeping balance, and another gigantic beast of a man with an even more atrociously damaged skin and withering, fading pink highlights in his scarce hair and a bull ring hanging from his nose. There was a group of men who appeared to be very sick, and who were all dressed like autistic military commandos, and then an unhinged, dark-haired british guy who looked like a really unfortunate british old lady.
They were all clearly nervous, wondering who might have summoned them all together when they clearly couldn't stand each other's presence.
Suddenly a thin, damaged, frog-like voice made itself heard. A small Chinese man with a gigantic face and even smaller eyes appeared in the scene. His body was tiny and lithe, but his head seemed swollen and inflamed. His hair was similarly greasy and his face was covered in some sort of gruel, with purple, corpse-like lips and teeth as yellow as his skin.
He started to talk...