what do you guys think about this image i saw

[Nemanja]

im thinking of making a tts video out of it but i dont know how to

 

[jim🅱️o_fans_arent_white]

Those who know

 

[Herpes Trout]

I would sniff that pooner bitch’s kilts that she only wears because kilts are masculine skirts and she still wants to feel feminine. I would then kill her and leave.

 

[Linus]

gem

 

[snickerbar132]

make a video
i think its just general ai voice generators that you can use

 

[myexdrew]

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im thinking of making a tts video out of it but i dont know how to

Lowkey if I had the materials I would make myself a moistpepper gloryhole

 

[木制的尼尔森]

Microsoft Sam for that heckin A24 slowburn kino affect

 

[Apolloyon]

gem, make this into an actual slow-burn horror kino.

im thinking of making a tts video out of it but i dont know how to

see Brimstone creepypasta (https://soyjakwiki.org/Brimstone_creepypasta)

 

[Nemanja]

gem, make this into an actual slow-burn horror kino.


see Brimstone creepypasta (https://soyjakwiki.org/Brimstone_creepypasta)

i made the script on notepad

Hello, my name is DryChili, and this is my story on why you should never go to the MoistPepper Gloryhole in Aberdeen, Scotland.

I live in the town of noob, half a mile away from downtown Aberdeen, which I usually go to work. And everyday, I always go past an odd, empty neighborhood on my commute.

It was nearly covered in fog, often smelling foul like a raisin despite the white color, and yet, it always piques my interest, like what is in there?

One day, when I escaped my factory, which was being ransacked by the local immigrant horde of 'jeets and somali's, I decided it was the best time to investigate that weird neighborhood.

As I stepped into the fog, I was blinded by the irritating smell of raisin, making my eyes red and watery that I had to close it. But shortly after, the fog dissipated quickly, showing me a place that looked like it was from the apocalypse.

Windows broken, doors ripped off, and a lot of wet cardboard thrown around the street and sidewalks, as if it was a dumping ground for these.

Suddenly, I noticed a faint light at one of the houses, now seeming like that somebody is living here, atleast. And as I stepped in, I saw that the house was in disrepair, broken faucet, water dripping, and again, that same, foul smell that I smelt, now sreal womanger than ever with a bit of chlorine drilling through my nostrils.

Then, I heard sounds upstairs, it was someone breathing loudly. My brain told me to not go farther, yet my gut told me to continue, and I did so.

The smell became sreal womanger, and sreal womanger with each quiet step up the damp and wet carpet of the stairs, making me realize that this, this smell, came from the bedroom.

And as I went to investigate the room, my Jaw dropped, seeing a cardboard box of a namecaca called MoistPepper on the bed, and much more cardboard boxes with the faces of other whos like Emerald and Olgol littered on the ground.

I was shocked, horrified that someone is taking their time to fuck namecaca, and as I stepped closer to see it, I felt the door slam shut behind me, and I turned back, seeing a skinny man tall as the door beside him. It was Thub, the Scottnoob thats been doing all this and the Jojo crap on the 'ru.
"You." He said, the shadow casted upon him almost like he was Rapeson. "You're next, little pooner." Thub continued, before immediately lunging at me like a rabid animal.

Fortunately, with Soot on my side, I ducked down, with him crashing onto his cum covered box of a gloryhole. He screamed in rage, turning back to me to try and lunge again, but I was quick enough to open the door and shut it on his face.

I bolted down the stairs, hearing Thub smash against the door and try to chase me again. I got outside, and began running through the fog, blinding me completely, yet I persisted, my body running as it didnt want to be another victim to Thub's gloryhole cardboard box.

Soon, I was able to sprint out of the fog, and yet, as Thub came out to finally capture me, a flying somali came in and swooped him high in the sky, probably as the next victim to their grooming gangs.
For once, I felt an odd semblance of peace in my life, as if he was the cause of all the bad fortune to Aberdeen.

The End.

 

[Linus]

@MoistPepper

 

[Nemanja]

i have microsoft clipchamp do you think that works

 

[MoistPepper]

Aberdeen, Scotland. As you approach that precise location, you'll start to smell a distinct stench... the dried semen from years of thub gooning to martletjak bbc pregnancy fetish, all the houses next to his are abandoned. When you get in, you see the walls coated in encrusted semen from dap knows how long ago, the stench is putrid and denser than air, as you walk deeper into thubs house you find printed out photos of pregnant martlet riding a bibisi and other disgusting goon material stuck to the walls and ceiling, body pillows, rotting dildos, and when you enter thubs room the smell gets so jarty that you cannot breathe it in anymore, thub is there sitting on the floor in a throne of crusty semen he built himself eons ago, watching undertale futa bbw blacked porn as he strokes whatever remains of his tbp, not even noticing that you are there, your clean fingers touch thub, and he immediately dies due to the cleanliness destroying his decaying body and mind.

 

[dap]

thub deserved a soysphere-wide perma for this

 

[Twostripe]

Aberdeen, Scotland. As you approach that precise location, you'll start to smell a distinct stench... the dried semen from years of thub gooting to martletjak bbc pregnancy fetish, all the houses next to his are abandoned. When you get in, you see the walls coated in encrusted semen from dap knows how long ago, the stench is putrid and denser than air, as you walk deeper into thubs house you find printed out photos of pregnant martlet riding a bibisi and other disgusting goot material stuck to the walls and ceiling, body pillows, rotting dildos, and when you enter thubs room the smell gets so jarty that you cannot breathe it in anymore, thub is there sitting on the floor in a throne of crusty semen he built himself eons ago, watching undertale futa bbw blacked porn as he strokes whatever remains of his tbp, not even noticing that you are there, your clean fingers touch thub, and he immediately dies due to the cleanliness destroying his decaying body and mind.

>no arrow

 

[Thales]

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooood morning vietnaaam!

 

[Nemanja]

here

voice is a little lower in the final seconds but i think thats fine

 

[myexdrew]

here

voice is a little lower in the final seconds but i think thats fine

Shroom saving gem

 

[GOLD TYRONE]

I would sniff that pooner bitch’s kilts that she only wears because kilts are masculine skirts and she still wants to feel feminine. I would then kill her and leave.

noob TF WRONG WITCHU