Coemskong
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- Jan 22, 2026
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I wouldn’t be writing this if I had a choice. I’m posting because someone needs to warn people before one more user becomes a statistic wiped by the jannies.
My username is OreosSoy88 on SoyBooru, and I caught olgol foot.
It all started when I was browsing SoyBooru like I always do, when suddenly I saw an attentionwhore called Olgol commenting on a post. The comment didn’t seem like anything special, it was just him leaking like a cuck while larping as a libercuck as he is. I felt entitled to soyquote him. That was the worst mistake of my life.
Suddenly my screen went black and all I saw was the image of a gigachad in the darkness of the monitor, holding a mirror. I freaked out and punched the monitor as hard as I could. But it was already too late.
My foot started acting strange.
It started small. An itch between the toes. I thought: makes sense after an entire night doomscrolling soyjak images. I figured it was athlete’s foot, sweat, karma. I ignored it. Two days later, my skin split open on its own, like stale bread cracking. It didn’t bleed. It oozed. A thick yellowish fluid poured out, reeking of jimbo sweat.
Washing it was a mistake.
When the water hit, I felt something respond. Not pain. Movement. The skin swelled and turned translucent, like it had been inflated from the inside. Beneath it, shadows shifted slowly, like tired larvae. My toenails began to loosen, first one, then another, lifting on their own before falling into the drain with a dry snap.
The smell filled the bathroom. Nauseating.
I panicked. I ran to my car, heading for the hospital. But it was too late — I couldn’t walk anymore. I collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony. I stayed there for hours. The only sound was my crying while the larvae ate what was left of my foot.
Something was gnawing at the bone from the inside out, patient, methodical. Every bite made the foot swell more, until it looked wrong, far too swollen to be human. The skin split open into fleshy flowers, and from them came a million jartyflys. It was horrific.
What remained of my foot spread out like roots, sticking to the floor. Wherever it touched, it left a dark, oily stain that wouldn’t come off even when scraped. I felt the ground vibrate, as if something beneath it had recognized the signal.
It was Olgol.
That’s when I understood what olgól foot really is.
It isn’t a disease.
It’s a calling.
If you spend too much time in certain tags or shitflinging at Olgol.
If you let certain images that disrespect all that is bosniaryans load all the way.
If you smell that shit-stench while staring at the screen — it’s too late. He already has you in his hands.
I smashed the mirror. I cut off my foot. Right there in the bathroom. With the shards, no anesthesia. It didn’t bleed. I screamed. A wet, low sound. I had no voice left. I went to my bedroom to call an ambulance. The monitor turned on by itself. All I see is the face of that damned miniature cobson. Staring at me.
The jartyflies flew away.
I don’t know where they are now.
I’m writing this while I wait for the ambulance to arrive. You need to know the truth.
I’m posting this before the jannies delete it. Before they say it’s a “joke” or a “soypasta.”
If your foot starts itching after using SoyBooru, don’t wash it. Don’t scratch it. Don’t ignore it.
Turn off the computer. Leave the house. Burn your hard drive and pray for the good of the bosnea.
Because when olgol foot finishes growing, you don’t walk the internet anymore.
The internet walks through you.
Sand this to 7 people to warn them.
My username is OreosSoy88 on SoyBooru, and I caught olgol foot.
It all started when I was browsing SoyBooru like I always do, when suddenly I saw an attentionwhore called Olgol commenting on a post. The comment didn’t seem like anything special, it was just him leaking like a cuck while larping as a libercuck as he is. I felt entitled to soyquote him. That was the worst mistake of my life.
Suddenly my screen went black and all I saw was the image of a gigachad in the darkness of the monitor, holding a mirror. I freaked out and punched the monitor as hard as I could. But it was already too late.
My foot started acting strange.
It started small. An itch between the toes. I thought: makes sense after an entire night doomscrolling soyjak images. I figured it was athlete’s foot, sweat, karma. I ignored it. Two days later, my skin split open on its own, like stale bread cracking. It didn’t bleed. It oozed. A thick yellowish fluid poured out, reeking of jimbo sweat.
Washing it was a mistake.
When the water hit, I felt something respond. Not pain. Movement. The skin swelled and turned translucent, like it had been inflated from the inside. Beneath it, shadows shifted slowly, like tired larvae. My toenails began to loosen, first one, then another, lifting on their own before falling into the drain with a dry snap.
The smell filled the bathroom. Nauseating.
I panicked. I ran to my car, heading for the hospital. But it was too late — I couldn’t walk anymore. I collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony. I stayed there for hours. The only sound was my crying while the larvae ate what was left of my foot.
Something was gnawing at the bone from the inside out, patient, methodical. Every bite made the foot swell more, until it looked wrong, far too swollen to be human. The skin split open into fleshy flowers, and from them came a million jartyflys. It was horrific.
What remained of my foot spread out like roots, sticking to the floor. Wherever it touched, it left a dark, oily stain that wouldn’t come off even when scraped. I felt the ground vibrate, as if something beneath it had recognized the signal.
It was Olgol.
That’s when I understood what olgól foot really is.
It isn’t a disease.
It’s a calling.
If you spend too much time in certain tags or shitflinging at Olgol.
If you let certain images that disrespect all that is bosniaryans load all the way.
If you smell that shit-stench while staring at the screen — it’s too late. He already has you in his hands.
I smashed the mirror. I cut off my foot. Right there in the bathroom. With the shards, no anesthesia. It didn’t bleed. I screamed. A wet, low sound. I had no voice left. I went to my bedroom to call an ambulance. The monitor turned on by itself. All I see is the face of that damned miniature cobson. Staring at me.
The jartyflies flew away.
I don’t know where they are now.
I’m writing this while I wait for the ambulance to arrive. You need to know the truth.
I’m posting this before the jannies delete it. Before they say it’s a “joke” or a “soypasta.”
If your foot starts itching after using SoyBooru, don’t wash it. Don’t scratch it. Don’t ignore it.
Turn off the computer. Leave the house. Burn your hard drive and pray for the good of the bosnea.
Because when olgol foot finishes growing, you don’t walk the internet anymore.
The internet walks through you.
Sand this to 7 people to warn them.
