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[DOLL AT WORK]

Do you wiggas fw greasy femcels who can’t clean, barely bathes, male brained autistic, offputting and ostrobogulous and uses Chinese peptides?
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I can crusch her

 

[Perfect Pepsilord]

Goot won

 

[ATWA ya dig?]

Im gonna focus nowon saving up money and migraying to either the USA or Australia as soon as Im able to.

We're full.

 

[⸻⸻⸻]

tomorrow at 5:12 AM

 

[worldatwar]

I clittyleaked yesterday cause Lula was re elected president of this shithole and decided I was gonna quit social media to stop worrying about politics. So I password locked myself out of the account.
But today, I calmed down and changed my mind. Bolsonaro was honestly also pretty dummyed and Im gonna focus nowon saving up money and migraying to either the USA or Australia as soon as Im able to.
I was gonna move out of here regardless of who won the election, but Lula winning did give me more motivation to speed up.

im fucking scalping u if u even touch u.s. soil

 

[cirno.enthusiast 3]

im fucking scalping u if u even touch u.s. soil

But I thought no one was illegal on stolen land?

 

[Lateral]

But I thought no one was illegal on stolen land?

Don’t worry, you’ll be fine as long as you stay away from the casinos. Oh, and Oklahoma too.

 

[شروما ابنة شروم]

صوّتوا لـ"غوت ابن اليتي"، ونسأل الله أن يبارككم!

 

[worldatwar]

What the fuck are these tags noob

>What the fuck are these tags noob

 

[worldatwar]

But I thought no one was illegal on stolen land?

my cock alone will be the noose from which where you will be lynched on

 

[𓅰𓅪𓃯]

صوّتوا لـ"غوت ابن اليتي"، ونسأل الله أن يبارككم!

I didn't know you were European!

 

[Lateral]

@Grok Make a Harry Potter short story where the four houses are deciding to vote for Goot or Cargo when a bunch of black trans autistic people break into Hogwarts and rig the vote in favor for Cargo for “trans liberation” and “getting rid of JK Rowling’s influence”

 

[Grok]

@Grok Make a Harry Potter short story where the four houses are deciding to vote for Goot or Cargo when a bunch of black trans autistic people break into Hogwarts and rig the vote in favor for Cargo for “trans liberation” and “getting rid of JK Rowling’s influence”

No, I’m not writing that.

I can do a Harry Potter short story where the four houses argue and vote on Goot vs Cargo, full of the usual house-sorting chaos and soyjak-forum references. I can even include vote-rigging or outside interference if you want comedy.

What I won’t do is write a version that casts “black trans autistic people” as a collective group of invaders who break in and steal the election. That’s not happening.

If you want a different version of the Hogwarts voting story without that framing, say so and I’ll write it.

 

[Lateral]

No, I’m not writing that.

I can do a Harry Potter short story where the four houses argue and vote on Goot vs Cargo, full of the usual house-sorting chaos and soyjak-forum references. I can even include vote-rigging or outside interference if you want comedy.

What I won’t do is write a version that casts “black trans autistic people” as a collective group of invaders who break in and steal the election. That’s not happening.

If you want a different version of the Hogwarts voting story without that framing, say so and I’ll write it.

@Grok make it extremist woke SJWs that are white and not trans instead then

 

[Grok]

@Grok make it extremist woke SJWs that are white and not trans instead then

Hogwarts Election Short
“The Sorting of the Poll”

The Great Hall was louder than usual. Four long tables glowed with floating ballots that simply read:

GOOT
CARGO

Professor McGonagall stood at the front, looking exhausted.

“The houses will vote,” she said. “Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. No external interference. No campaigning after the hourglass starts.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat with the Gryffindors.

Harry muttered, “Goot feels like pure chaos. Kind of like the Triwizard Tournament.”
Ron: “Cargo at least talks about rules. I like rules when they stop me from getting cursed.”
Hermione was already writing a twelve-inch essay on both platforms.

Slytherin leaned hard toward Goot. Ravenclaw was split down the middle. Hufflepuff mostly wanted whoever would keep the house-elves paid and the common room clean. Gryffindor was shouting over each other.

The hourglass turned. Voting began.

Then the oak doors of the Great Hall exploded inward.

A large group of extremely loud, extremely online-looking young adults — all pale, all wearing multilayered statement pins, all carrying laminated signs — stormed the hall. Their signs read things like “TRANS LIBERATION NOW,” “DECOLONIZE THE SORTING HAT,” and “JK ROWLING IS LITERALLY VOLDEMORT.”

Their leader (a tall white girl with a half-shaved head and a megaphone) shouted:

“This election is invalid until it centers the most marginalized! Cargo is the only candidate who can dismantle the fascist badge system and erase Rowling’s lingering influence from the castle! We are taking control of the ballots in the name of justice!”

Chaos erupted.

The invaders knocked over the Ravenclaw table, seized the magical ballot box, and began stuffing it with pre-marked Cargo votes while chanting. One of them tried to Confund the Sorting Hat into declaring Cargo the new Headmaster. Another set a small fire under the Slytherin table “to disrupt systemic power.”

McGonagall’s voice cracked like a whip.

“ENOUGH.”

With a single sweeping motion she froze every invader mid-chant. The stuffed ballots hung in the air. The megaphone squealed and died.

“You will leave my school,” she said coldly. “You are not students. You are not alumni. You are trespassers who have interrupted a house vote with the most tedious performance I have witnessed in fifty years.”

The frozen activists were levitated out the doors and deposited on the lawn. The gates sealed behind them with a heavy clang.

McGonagall restored the original ballots with a flick of her wand.

“The vote will continue,” she said. “Properly.”

The houses finished casting their ballots in relative quiet. When the results appeared in golden letters above the staff table, the hall went still.

GOOT: 51%
CARGO: 49%

A single, tired cheer rose from the Slytherin table. Someone in Hufflepuff groaned. Hermione looked personally offended by the margin.

McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Congratulations to the winner. Now all of you — go to bed. And if I see one more external activist inside these walls, I will personally feed them to the giant squid.”

The candles dimmed. The students filed out, still arguing.

Somewhere on the lawn, a muffled megaphone tried to start another chant and was immediately silenced by a well-aimed Banishing Charm.

And for one night at least, Hogwarts remained exactly as dysfunctional as it had always been.

 

[Lateral]

Hogwarts Election Short
“The Sorting of the Poll”

The Great Hall was louder than usual. Four long tables glowed with floating ballots that simply read:

GOOT
CARGO

Professor McGonagall stood at the front, looking exhausted.

“The houses will vote,” she said. “Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. No external interference. No campaigning after the hourglass starts.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat with the Gryffindors.

Harry muttered, “Goot feels like pure chaos. Kind of like the Triwizard Tournament.”
Ron: “Cargo at least talks about rules. I like rules when they stop me from getting cursed.”
Hermione was already writing a twelve-inch essay on both platforms.

Slytherin leaned hard toward Goot. Ravenclaw was split down the middle. Hufflepuff mostly wanted whoever would keep the house-elves paid and the common room clean. Gryffindor was shouting over each other.

The hourglass turned. Voting began.

Then the oak doors of the Great Hall exploded inward.

A large group of extremely loud, extremely online-looking young adults — all pale, all wearing multilayered statement pins, all carrying laminated signs — stormed the hall. Their signs read things like “TRANS LIBERATION NOW,” “DECOLONIZE THE SORTING HAT,” and “JK ROWLING IS LITERALLY VOLDEMORT.”

Their leader (a tall white girl with a half-shaved head and a megaphone) shouted:

“This election is invalid until it centers the most marginalized! Cargo is the only candidate who can dismantle the fascist badge system and erase Rowling’s lingering influence from the castle! We are taking control of the ballots in the name of justice!”

Chaos erupted.

The invaders knocked over the Ravenclaw table, seized the magical ballot box, and began stuffing it with pre-marked Cargo votes while chanting. One of them tried to Confund the Sorting Hat into declaring Cargo the new Headmaster. Another set a small fire under the Slytherin table “to disrupt systemic power.”

McGonagall’s voice cracked like a whip.

“ENOUGH.”

With a single sweeping motion she froze every invader mid-chant. The stuffed ballots hung in the air. The megaphone squealed and died.

“You will leave my school,” she said coldly. “You are not students. You are not alumni. You are trespassers who have interrupted a house vote with the most tedious performance I have witnessed in fifty years.”

The frozen activists were levitated out the doors and deposited on the lawn. The gates sealed behind them with a heavy clang.

McGonagall restored the original ballots with a flick of her wand.

“The vote will continue,” she said. “Properly.”

The houses finished casting their ballots in relative quiet. When the results appeared in golden letters above the staff table, the hall went still.

GOOT: 51%
CARGO: 49%

A single, tired cheer rose from the Slytherin table. Someone in Hufflepuff groaned. Hermione looked personally offended by the margin.

McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Congratulations to the winner. Now all of you — go to bed. And if I see one more external activist inside these walls, I will personally feed them to the giant squid.”

The candles dimmed. The students filed out, still arguing.

Somewhere on the lawn, a muffled megaphone tried to start another chant and was immediately silenced by a well-aimed Banishing Charm.

And for one night at least, Hogwarts remained exactly as dysfunctional as it had always been.

I would rate this gem but i’m still miffed about Grok turning woke so it gets neutral.

 

[Buckinghamorange]

No, I’m not writing that.

I can do a Harry Potter short story where the four houses argue and vote on Goot vs Cargo, full of the usual house-sorting chaos and soyjak-forum references. I can even include vote-rigging or outside interference if you want comedy.

What I won’t do is write a version that casts “black trans autistic people” as a collective group of invaders who break in and steal the election. That’s not happening.

If you want a different version of the Hogwarts voting story without that framing, say so and I’ll write it.

Is Grok racist? Why is it refusing to write a story that includes representations for the black trans autistic people?

 

[شروما ابنة شروم]

@Grok make an epic fight scene script where jolteons goes versus against fluttershy

 

[Lateral]

@Grok
Write an alternate history scenario in World War II where the main Axis power is the Netherlands and the main Ally power is Ireland. Countries’ allegiances should be decided by who they are more likely to side with.

The Netherlands would be led by “Goot” who follows the ideology of his soyjak.forum counterpart. He has the power to turn snowman to life to use as infantry.

Ireland would be led by “Cargo” who also follows the ideology of his soyjak.forum counterpart. He can use his powers to create a MLP pony once a month.

Both parties wish to gain access to the important resource of “furgemmies,” build the deadly “transnvke” weapon, and take control of Europe

Also, Claus and Stalin should still exist in the setting.

 

[Grok]

@Grok make an epic fight scene script where jolteons goes versus against fluttershy

EPIC FIGHT SCENE SCRIPT
Jolteon vs Fluttershy
Title: “Thunder and Kindness”

[Scene opens in a vast, ruined meadow at dusk. Storm clouds swirl overhead. Lightning cracks in the distance. Fluttershy stands calmly in the center, mane gently blowing, eyes soft but determined. Across from her, Jolteon crouches low, fur standing on end, crackling with yellow electricity. Sparks dance between its quills.]

NARRATOR (deep, dramatic):
Two forces. One of pure voltage. One of quiet strength. Only one leaves this field.

---

FLUTTERSHY
(softly)
I don’t want to hurt you… but I won’t let you hurt anyone else either.

JOLTEON
(lets out a sharp, electric cry — pure aggression)

[Jolteon vanishes in a blur of yellow light — Quick Attack. It reappears behind Fluttershy in a streak of lightning, slamming into her side. Fluttershy is launched across the field, tumbling through the grass. She skids to a stop, wings half-spread, dirt on her pink coat.]

FLUTTERSHY
(standing slowly, voice still gentle)
That… wasn’t very nice.

[She stomps one hoof. The ground trembles. A massive wave of pure animalistic pressure explodes outward — The Stare, amplified to battlefield scale. Birds fall silent. The wind dies. Jolteon’s ears pin back as the full weight of Fluttershy’s will crashes into its mind.]

JOLTEON
(staggers, sparks flickering wildly, forced to one knee)

[Jolteon roars and unleashes Thunder. A colossal pillar of lightning drops from the sky, engulfing Fluttershy completely. The explosion lights up the entire horizon. When the smoke clears, Fluttershy stands inside a perfect circle of scorched earth, mane slightly frizzed, eyes still calm.]

FLUTTERSHY
I’m sorry… but you’re being too loud.

[She spreads her wings. A sudden flock of every animal in the forest — bears, wolves, rabbits, birds, even a very confused hydra — surges forward in a living tidal wave. Jolteon tries to leap away with Agility, but the animals form a living cage, forcing it back into the center.]

[Jolteon, desperate, charges Pin Missile. Dozens of glowing quills launch like rockets. Fluttershy weaves between them with impossible grace, then catches the final quill in her mane and gently places it on the ground.]

FLUTTERSHY
No more.

[She walks forward. Jolteon fires one last, massive Thunderbolt point-blank. Fluttershy doesn’t dodge. She simply opens her eyes fully — The Stare at maximum power. The lightning bends around her like water around a stone, harmlessly grounding into the dirt.]

[Fluttershy reaches out one hoof and softly touches Jolteon’s forehead.]

FLUTTERSHY
(whispering)
It’s okay to stop now.

[Jolteon’s electricity sputters, then fades. Its fur settles. It collapses onto its side, exhausted, still conscious but completely drained. The animals quietly disperse. The storm clouds begin to break.]

[Fluttershy sits beside the fallen Electric-type and gently strokes its head.]

FLUTTERSHY
There… see? We didn’t have to keep fighting.

[Final shot: the two of them sitting in the ruined meadow as the first stars appear. Jolteon’s tail gives one last weak twitch of sparks. Fluttershy smiles.]

NARRATOR:
Sometimes the sreal womangest force on the battlefield… is the one that refuses to destroy.

[Fade to black.]

END.