Inactive Elliot Rodger - The Supreme Gentleman

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Where does anyone see him now assuming he's still alive and never committed the shooting?
Playing World of warcraft 16 hours a day in a studio apartment his parents pay for. He was heavily addicted to WoW for a good chunk of his life and talks about his addiction extensively in his manifesto.
 
Makes me wonder what Elliot would have done if he chose not to commit the shooting (and thus kill himself). Remember that this guy was a huge pussy for his whole life and there was a good chance that he would have backed out, not because he doesn't want to kill, but rather for the fear of getting caught.

Where does anyone see him now assuming he's still alive and never committed the shooting?
Playing World of warcraft 16 hours a day in a studio apartment his parents pay for. He was heavily addicted to WoW for a good chunk of his life and talks about his addiction extensively in his manifesto.
It's a thinker. If there was an alternate reality, he would do more than just play WoW, in fact he would get an actual job to make some money, then he would work as a bank teller. Just spitballing here
 
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This is weird that time has gone by so fast. We're a few days before the 10th anniversary of Elliot Rodger's day of reckoning
Where does anyone see him now assuming he's still alive and never committed the shooting?
Playing World of warcraft 16 hours a day in a studio apartment his parents pay for.
Can you imagine how he would've dealt with "woke", TDS, the coof, and of course the spreading of the "blackpill"?
 
Can you imagine how he would've dealt with "woke", TDS, the coof, and of course the spreading of the "blackpill"?
Or possibly this post above you that you've forgot to quote
It's a thinker. If there was an alternate reality, he would do more than just play WoW, in fact he would get an actual job to make some money, then he would work as a bank teller. Just spitballing here
But then again, it's going to be a thinker of what he'll think about Trump or Biden, among other things
 
The tenth anniversary of the Supreme Gentleman's ascent to Heaven is upon us! Let us honor his memory with Starbucks vanilla lattes and crying into our pillows about our lack of perfect ten blondes in our non-existent sex lives!
 
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Who else going on a ER playlist binge?


Today is the day, farmers. The decade anniversary of the Supreme Gentleman's Day of Reckoning :drink:
The tenth anniversary of the Supreme Gentleman's ascent to Heaven is upon us! Let us honor his memory with Starbucks vanilla lattes and crying into our pillows about our lack of perfect ten blondes in our non-existent sex lives!

Happy St Elliot's, gents.

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Yes, Happy St. Elliot's Day! May we raise our chalices of Starbucks vanilla latte to the stars, and may the Supreme Gentleman always be in our thots!

May his ascent to Heaven be blessed by the blonde angels whom he was denied in life 🍸
 
It's insane it's been an entire decade now since he died. His manifesto is still one of the unintentionally funniest things I've ever read and I highly recommended anyone who hasn't read it to read it. It's only 137 pages you can get through most of it in a couple hours.

The Mumkey Jones audiobook is even better than reading it.
 
In honor of the Day of Retribution, here's every time Elliot said Blonde
I started noticing this boy with slightly long blonde hair who also enjoyed kicking dust. Before I met him, I always mentally nicknamed him the “King Arthur Kid”, due the regal look his hairstyle gave him.
My first act was to ask my parents to allow me to bleach my hair blonde. I always envied and admired blonde-haired people, they always seemed so much more beautiful. My parents agreed to let me do it, and father took me to a hair salon on Mulholland Drive in Woodland Hills. Choosing that hair salon was a bad decision, for they only bleached the top of my head blonde. When I indignantly questioned why they didn’t make all of my hair blonde, they said that I was too young for a full bleaching. I was furious. I thought I looked so silly with blonde hair at the top of my head and black hair at the sides and back.
I was eager to re-bleach my hair to a fully blonde color, after the disastrous failure of my previous attempt. This time, Soumaya took me to the right salon, and they gave me a short haircut and bleached all of my hair blonde.
I had gotten better at skateboarding, I had blonde hair, and I dressed like a skateboarder. I felt great anticipation for what the cool kids would think of me once they saw my transformation. To my disappointment, no one really cared.
I got a haircut, and this time I decided not to bleach my hair blonde. The black hair always grew out anyway, so the full-blonde look only lasted for a couple of weeks. Having blonde hair seemed to have lost its spark, so I just didn’t bother with it anymore.
Some boys randomly pushed me against the lockers as they walked past me in the hall. One boy who was tall and had blonde hair called me a “loser”, right in front of his girlfriends.
He was tall, good looking, blonde-haired, and a skateboarder; the type of person I’ve always envied and wanted to be.
Notice his obsession with blondness predates his sexual awakening. Speaking of which
During my masturbation sessions I often built elaborate fantasies in my mind that I had a hot, blonde-haired girlfriend to have passionate sex with; almost like having an imaginary girlfriend. I told no one about this.
I wish you still told no one about this.
For some strange reason, I have never had any sexual attraction towards Maddy, despite the fact that she’s a blonde girl and I’m obsessed with blondes.
What? You're obsessed with blondes? I never woulda guessed!
Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful blonde girls walking around. This college was just right for me.
I could make friends, meet some girls, and eventually find a pretty girl to be my girlfriend. I
pictured her in my mind all the time; her cascading blonde hair, her beautiful face, her sensual body…
She was walking alone, in her bathing suit, with her luscious blonde hair blowing in the wind.
I did my usual fantasizing about having sex with a beautiful, tall blonde-haired girl;
I had to drop the sociology class right on the first day, because there was this extremely hot blonde girl who took the class with her brute of a boyfriend. I couldn’t stand looking at them sitting together. I left the class mid-session because I couldn’t take it anymore.
One of them was a very pretty blonde girl, and she actually enjoyed associating with the obnoxious boys in her clique. The injustice! I hated them all.
There were hot blonde girls walking around everywhere.
and the other, whose name I don’t remember, was a tall blonde surfer-type boy who went to SBCC.
In addition, he said that the girl he lost his virginity to was a blonde white girl! I was so enraged that I almost splashed him with my orange juice.
If this is actually true, if this ugly black filth was able to have sex with a blonde white girl at the age of thirteen while I’ve had to suffer virginity all my life, then this just proves how ridiculous the female gender is.
I saw so many pretty blonde girls sitting around. I wished I had the courage to go up to them and ask one on a date, but they would have seen me as a creep.
To have a beautiful blonde girl by my side, to feel her hand clasping my own as we walk everywhere together, to feel her love! That is what I want in life.
The sight of them enraged me to no end, especially because it was a dark-skinned Mexican guy dating a hot blonde white girl.
How could an inferior Mexican guy be able to date a white blonde girl, while I was still suffering as a lonely virgin?
I should be the one with the hot blonde girl, making my father proud.
The girl was a pretty blonde! They looked like they were in the throes of passionate sexual attraction to each other, rubbing their bodies together and tongue kissing in front of everyone. I was absolutely livid with envious hatred. When they left the store I followed them to their car and splashed my coffee all over them.
A tall, blonde, jock-type guy walked into one of the restaurants, and at his side was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. She too was tall and blonde.
I talked about all the beautiful blonde girls I saw walking around my college, and my deep wish that I will have one day have one as a girlfriend.
I saw such a sexy-looking blonde girl with perfectly tanned skin. She looked so beautiful and sexy that I had an erection instantly.
I watched this tall, handsome blonde jock constantly sit and talk with two beautiful girls
I saw a lot of beautiful blonde girls in England, just like there were in California.
I couldn’t help myself from constantly glancing at her, admiring every inch of her enticing body, from her silky blonde hair to her smooth, skinny, lightly tanned legs. The most beautiful thing about her was her face.
As I made my way back from school one day during the first week, I was stopped at a stoplight in Isla Vista when I saw two hot blonde girls waiting at the bus stop.
With them came a flock of beautiful blonde girls, and they looked like they were having so much fun playing together. One of the girls did a handstand in the grass, and her sexy bare stomach showed as her shirt hung down.
She was tall, blonde, and sexy.
Her blonde hair was wet from swimming in the ocean, and it only made her look more arousing.
But it would be possible for me to get a tall, blonde, sexy girlfriend if I was a multi-millionaire!
That Powerball jackpot was meant for me. Once I won it, I’d be able to have my beautiful blonde girlfriend
visualizing my whole future before me, with a beautiful blonde girlfriend and the children I would have with her…
The children I would have in the future with a beautiful blonde girlfriend ceased to exist, as if they were murdered. There won’t be any beautiful blonde girlfriend for me now.
As I watched all of those obnoxious boys walking around with their beautiful blonde girlfriends, I wanted to run them all over with my father’s Mercedes SUV.
none of the beautiful blonde girls showed any interest in having sex with me.
He was a good-looking guy, with a chiseled jaw and bright blonde hair.
I didn’t want to have a female counsellor, but when I was introduced to her, I saw that she was quite a pretty looking blonde. I couldn’t refuse the opportunity to hang out with a blonde girl
And white girls are the only girls I’m attracted to, especially the blondes.
I saw lots of guys walking around with hot blonde girls on their arm. It fueled me with rage, as it always had. I should be one of those guys, but no blonde girls gave me that chance.
She was a popular, spoiled USC girl who partied with her hot, beautiful blonde-haired clique of friends.
Alpha Phi sorority is full of hot, beautiful blonde girls; the kind of girls I’ve always desired but was never able to have because they all look down on me. They are all spoiled, heartless, wicked bitches. They think they are superior to me, and if I ever tried to ask one on a date, they would reject me cruelly. I will sneak into their house at around 9:00 p.m. on the Day of Retribution, just before all of the partying starts, and slaughter every single one of them with my guns and knives.
BTW none of that happened because on the Day of Retribution the sorority house door was locked
 
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