/r9k/ roleplay. start the adventure. promptyou find yourself on the corner of a city street, with no memory of your purpose there. it is a gloomy day. around you are brick rowhouses 3-4 stories tall, underneath are stores. on the corner you stand is a small square parking lot. no one seems to be around. you are standing next to a pole. you look up and see street names: (South Main St + South 7th Ave)
>>85259242I look around and start ranting about how the Jews did 9/11
>>85259242Is there anything going on in the distance? Are the streets completely empty?
>>85259242Oh great i'm in some kind of nigger projects, fucking OP, always thinking of niggers like the faggot he is...
>>85259242start VIOLENTLY jerking off
>>85259250you start mumbling about jews. as you look around your mumbling turns into rambling. you need the world to know who's responsible. everyone ignores the reality, and it drives you crazy. but for all your passion, there is no response. you look around and dont see anyone to care.
>>85259278in a last ditch effort to gain some attention, you begin masterbaiting furiously. added to the confusion is the knowledge of your potential danger as this neighborhood looks unsafe. but as you continue to look around. nothing happens
>>85259242Suddenly, a van pulls up into the parking lot. The doors open, and a horde of 20+ jeets pour out of the backseat. I go up to one of the young brown lads and ask them, "Who are you! Where did you come from?"The jeet responds:"We have come from India. We are here to poop on the street and work at your local 7-Eleven. Thank you!"Then they proceed to start pooping in the parking lot, lie about being Native American, infiltrate all colleges and merit-based organizations with cheating, and then stink up everywhere I go with their shitskinned and shitstained faces.10 Years Pass...The city street is filled with cracks and potholes. On the side, a row of Indian men can be seen pooping directly on the floor. Behind them, their Indian wives prepare a curry using their feces and eat directly from the poop-stained ground. The rowhouses are filled with Indian tribal music, and the stores are all run by big fat shitskins with turbans who spit in your face. The parking lot is filled with Indian street food, and the pole I once stood beside has been filled with shoddy electrical wiring. I look up and see the street names: (Jeetville St + Poop 7th Ave)I can't see the street names anymore.My body convulses. I collapse onto the road, still filled with cracks.As my vision blurs, I remember that I accidently accepted food from a jeet the other day. My brain has been filled with Indian brain-eating amoeba, and I am now on the verge of death.Goodbye, cruel world. May society be brown forevermore.
