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- Apr 26, 2025
I wish I could travel back in time a decade and document a faggy Eddsworld School RP server I was apart of. There was so much drama, vent channels, shit was MATI as fuck. Though I remember this one nutcase in the server called Kortney that self-inserted herself into her OC... called Kortney. Me and a friend were really into Dragonball at the time so we thought it'd be funny if Goku Black was the biology teacher. Something something ningers. I can't remember what or who started it, but I think in RP Kortney would get into verbal fights with Goku Black and she complained he had nothing to do with Eddsworld, so I started shittily photoshopping her OC shipped with Blacku out of spite.
I'll try to do a shitty recreation here :
(note: she was not cross-eyed)
To me and my friend's satisfaction she got PISSED at this every single time. Somehow she would always react with the same venom and spite everytime we brought up the image or the idea of Blacku being her OC's secret desire. God I wish I had screenshots of her messages and clipped her VC tantrums.
I think what broke her as in she stopped speaking altogether for probably a month until she left for good was when me and my friend wrote this masterpiece and had everyone in the server take turns reading it :
A girl tucked inside a yellow hoodie strolls down the hall of the well lit school locker room. The lockers were split into 30 different rows, each containing 20 lockers on each side almost like an apartment complex. She’d pass by unknown and known people, waving at her Biology Teacher and lover, Goku Black. “See you soon, Kortney…” The man in the black gi winked back, making Kortney blush as she continued down the hall.
But as she was about to head into her row she halted and looked into the other rows ahead. There was a rumor about one that only a gang of boys could go to, their head supposedly being Tord Larsson. This thought sparked her hormonic interest in adventure, forcing her to continue down the hall.
The walk was short, but the emotions coursing through her would turn something so simple into an epic adventure. The hair on her skin would jump as she strode with an adventurous yet fearful smile. As she finally reached her desired destination, Kortney peeked to the left of the row. Clear, she thought to herself.
But as she was about to twist her head to the right, a voice with a strong russian accent called out to her “Hey, the girl’s lockers are 2 rows behind…” At that momment, Kortney felt like an invisible hand was crushing her gut, freezing her in place. Unable to move, she closed her eyes and waited for something to happen. Nothing. She twisted her head to the right to get a better look at the voice’s source. It was Tord Larsson. His sweaty muscular build would glint from the ceiling lights, only covering his lower body with old and dirty sweatpants. Kortney got a bit turned on by this image of pure testosterone, letting out a
blush from her pale cheeks.
“Did you hear me or are you deaf?” Tord stood up from the bench he was sitting on, walking towards her in a menacing fashion. “S-sorry!” Kortney exclaimed in a panic, trying to defuse the situation, but Tord instead insisted on berating her “Fuck you!” He said as he grabbed her hair and twisted it like a bowl of soft spaghetti. All poor Kortney could do now is throw her short and weak limbs around like a spastic ragdoll as Tord carried her by the hair.
The pain would turn her wincing into short yells. Tord’s eyebrows punched together into a frown, triggered by Kortney’s entitlement. “You think you’re the boss of this locker room, bitch?” He yelled as she was pulled closer to his surprisingly square face. She shook her head, tears running down her cherry colored face.
He threw her to the ground and began stripping her clothing, starting from underneath. She couldn’t fight back from all the current trauma, only feeling the tear puddle on the floor and her heavy panting. After what felt like an eternity, she rolled on her back and noticed she was still wearing her yellow bra and panties. Tord was also stripped down to his red boxers with a comical hammer and sickle drawing printed on it.
As she stood up shivering from her puddle of piss and tears, Tord did a lap towards his locker, greeting it with his fists. The noise made Kortney jump, transferring her cowering dog stance into a defensive one. “Come on!” Tord ran towards her with open arms, ready to crush her tiny frame. Kortney however, instinctively met his bear hands with her own for a moment, but was overwhelmed by his godlike masculinity.
She felt her arms spinning back and forth like a blown dandelion fly, causing her to unleash an ear piercing scream that would echo throughout the entire locker room. Nearly dropping to the floor, she was caught with a tight chokehold from Tord, nearly crushing her neck. Kortney’s vision began to blur, followed by the ceiling lights getting dimmer and then an unrecognizable dark room. The only thing she could hear now was Tord’s grunts, her drooling blood and an unfulfilled life slipping away with bad decisions.
To Be Continued ---->
I'll try to do a shitty recreation here :
(note: she was not cross-eyed)
To me and my friend's satisfaction she got PISSED at this every single time. Somehow she would always react with the same venom and spite everytime we brought up the image or the idea of Blacku being her OC's secret desire. God I wish I had screenshots of her messages and clipped her VC tantrums.
I think what broke her as in she stopped speaking altogether for probably a month until she left for good was when me and my friend wrote this masterpiece and had everyone in the server take turns reading it :
A girl tucked inside a yellow hoodie strolls down the hall of the well lit school locker room. The lockers were split into 30 different rows, each containing 20 lockers on each side almost like an apartment complex. She’d pass by unknown and known people, waving at her Biology Teacher and lover, Goku Black. “See you soon, Kortney…” The man in the black gi winked back, making Kortney blush as she continued down the hall.
But as she was about to head into her row she halted and looked into the other rows ahead. There was a rumor about one that only a gang of boys could go to, their head supposedly being Tord Larsson. This thought sparked her hormonic interest in adventure, forcing her to continue down the hall.
The walk was short, but the emotions coursing through her would turn something so simple into an epic adventure. The hair on her skin would jump as she strode with an adventurous yet fearful smile. As she finally reached her desired destination, Kortney peeked to the left of the row. Clear, she thought to herself.
But as she was about to twist her head to the right, a voice with a strong russian accent called out to her “Hey, the girl’s lockers are 2 rows behind…” At that momment, Kortney felt like an invisible hand was crushing her gut, freezing her in place. Unable to move, she closed her eyes and waited for something to happen. Nothing. She twisted her head to the right to get a better look at the voice’s source. It was Tord Larsson. His sweaty muscular build would glint from the ceiling lights, only covering his lower body with old and dirty sweatpants. Kortney got a bit turned on by this image of pure testosterone, letting out a
blush from her pale cheeks.
“Did you hear me or are you deaf?” Tord stood up from the bench he was sitting on, walking towards her in a menacing fashion. “S-sorry!” Kortney exclaimed in a panic, trying to defuse the situation, but Tord instead insisted on berating her “Fuck you!” He said as he grabbed her hair and twisted it like a bowl of soft spaghetti. All poor Kortney could do now is throw her short and weak limbs around like a spastic ragdoll as Tord carried her by the hair.
The pain would turn her wincing into short yells. Tord’s eyebrows punched together into a frown, triggered by Kortney’s entitlement. “You think you’re the boss of this locker room, bitch?” He yelled as she was pulled closer to his surprisingly square face. She shook her head, tears running down her cherry colored face.
He threw her to the ground and began stripping her clothing, starting from underneath. She couldn’t fight back from all the current trauma, only feeling the tear puddle on the floor and her heavy panting. After what felt like an eternity, she rolled on her back and noticed she was still wearing her yellow bra and panties. Tord was also stripped down to his red boxers with a comical hammer and sickle drawing printed on it.
As she stood up shivering from her puddle of piss and tears, Tord did a lap towards his locker, greeting it with his fists. The noise made Kortney jump, transferring her cowering dog stance into a defensive one. “Come on!” Tord ran towards her with open arms, ready to crush her tiny frame. Kortney however, instinctively met his bear hands with her own for a moment, but was overwhelmed by his godlike masculinity.
She felt her arms spinning back and forth like a blown dandelion fly, causing her to unleash an ear piercing scream that would echo throughout the entire locker room. Nearly dropping to the floor, she was caught with a tight chokehold from Tord, nearly crushing her neck. Kortney’s vision began to blur, followed by the ceiling lights getting dimmer and then an unrecognizable dark room. The only thing she could hear now was Tord’s grunts, her drooling blood and an unfulfilled life slipping away with bad decisions.
To Be Continued ---->
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