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kimbo305 posted:it's some weird redirect now. It's blocking referrals. Copy the link and paste it into the address bar, and it works fine. Well, maybe "fine" isn't the correct word. Edit: vvv - Beaten - vvv Volponi fucked around with this message at 07:10 on Aug 29, 2008 |
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TigerMoJo posted:gently caress you, Kevin. I hope you are reading this. You are a pathetic sack of disgusting poo poo and I am so tempted right now to also call the authorities (if only Deacon will provide the number). It may have been posted already, but I just did a quick google searching using this as a search string: "beach house" va beach rehab The first result was this link: http://www.vbgov.com/vgn.aspx?vgnex...b640aRCRD&ct=ne It's a press release of sorts about "Beach House", and it mentions the "Child and Adult Care Food Program (CACFP)", which might be where some of the disabled woman's social assistance is coming from. The page includes this line at the end: For more information about CACFP and Beach House, call (757) 385-6930. as well as another phone number and an email address, although they're listed as "Media Contacts". With a little determined googling, you should be able to turn up more information. The VA dept. of health and human services might be a good place to start. Rosacia McTomatoFace has already posted the address of his apartment, so it shouldn't be much trouble to find a DHS office in his locality. I'd dig a little further, but I'm about to go on watch. Edit: One more quick link: http://www.vbgov.com/vgn.aspx?vgnex...000870b640aRCRD Volponi fucked around with this message at 04:53 on Sep 23, 2008 |
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TigerMoJo posted:Thanks Volponi, I'm gonna look into it. If you (or anyone else here) make a report to the VA DSS or whatever agency, be sure to let everyone here know. If we could gather any information about any actions the state might take, then perhaps even a new thread would be in order: "Images of Relief: A Dollfucker's Demise."
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TigerMoJo posted:It's great how he called us capitalist pig-dogs and socialists in the same rant! Actually, my favorite part was this: Davey Dollfucker Midiman Tonsil-Hockey posted:They seem to have trouble differentiating between fantasy and reality and posit their personalities into those of the doll owners as some sort of compensation. Said by the man who ascribes personality traits to a hunk of silicone. A man who creates websites for his fucktoys, and habitually posts from 'their' point-of-view. A sad, broken example of a man who supports and encourages the delusions of people like Retard McFunyun - "Why yes, Kevin - It's perfectly natural for some dolls to prefer OSX over Debian or Ubuntu. Your RG's diaper can wait - You've got dolls to gently caress and doritos to inhale." This is the guy saying that goons have trouble separating reality from fantasy? He says that goons are the ones projecting their personalities? I bet he says it with a straight face, too, and without realizing any semblance of irony.
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goonobyl posted:PS, I have a 12" cock if you're interested. What he neglected to mention is that it's in his rear end, and it's made of silicone.
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This is getting boring - At least Davey-Dollfucker was mildly entertaining, with his feeble attempts to portray himself as intellectually superior. Sludge_Serpent here isn't entertaining at all. He's the type of guy who probably considered himself a master at being the class cut-up back in grade 7, but was also likely the only one in his grade who thought that - The rest of the class just didn't speak to him because they figured he was somewhat retarded and nobody wanted to be associated with him, but he interpreted their silence as a sign that nobody dared to challenge his biting wit. Sadly, he doesn't seem to have progressed beyond that mindset. He's still just as retarded (perhaps moreso), even today nobody wants to be associated with him (which is why he fucks dolls), and he's just not funny or entertaining in any way.
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April posted:My favorite part is how whenever a flesh & blood female points out how pathetic dollfucking is, they comfort themselves with "Yeah, well, real women who don't like us are fat and ugly and smelly and nasty so we're better off with dolls!" Yeah, that combined with some of the earlier assertions that anyone who isn't a dollfucker is busily raping and impregnating every female he sees. Some of them go so far as "dolls are preferable to real women, because real woman are disgusting", and this particular line of 'reasoning' confuses me greatly. If real women are all smelly and disgusting, then why is it that your dolls are almost all modeled after these creatures that you so despise? And why do the more "realistic" ones command a higher price? If you're truly that disgusted by human females, then why go to such great expense to ensure that your fucktoy mimics that which repulses rather than arouses you? It's like vegans who are disgusted by the idea of meat and gag at the sight of it, who then proclaim how yummy a soy-tofu burger is because it tastes 'just like meat'. Seems like there's a tremendous logical disconnect in there.
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goonobyl posted:Actually, this one is more accurate You know, I'm just curious -- how's that lolsuit coming along? You seem so convinced that it's a definite win for you that you must've filed already, right? Only thing about it is, it's been months now -- That should be plenty of time to file the necessary complaint to the courts, even for a someone like you, who's easily distracted by the lumps of silicone surrounding you. Unless you're wiling to admit that you're completely full of poo poo, please post a link to the court website showing that you've at least filed the papers... For gently caress's sake, such things are normally considered a matter of public record.. If the details aren't posted on the court website in your home country of North Saskatitoba, Canadialand, then post scans of the paperwork from your official complaint. Unless of course, you simply don't have any paperwork -- Surely, if you had it then it would be too much to ask you to post it... Especially you're as serious about the lolsuit as you purport to be. Certailny, you can understand that if you don't post anything that supports your threats of court action, the rest of us will be forced to assume that you're an impotent braggart who is unable to follow through on his hollow threats. Ketamine was probablyy your best friend back in high-school, when you were still interested in biological sex-partners. But now, you've moved on to silicone and lolsuits. It's not that big of a deal for us to accept that you're an impotent balding loser who resorts to plasticized facsimiles of humans in order to wank out the last few remaining orgasms that your flaccid member might be barely able to achieve -- Really, that's the premise that we've already accepted. Do it then -- Prove us wrong. Post scans of your official complaint to the courts. Or, prove us right by NOT backing up your pathetic legal threats. Like the rest of the members here, I think I already know how you'll respond. Lolsuit threats aside, we've already demonstrated that we've got you figured out. You've done nothing except issue hollow threats and childish insults -- Frankly, we're not impressed. Here in GBS, we're almost immune to such asinine behavior. Seriously, it's up to you. I'm pretty sure I already know how you'll react, and the best I'm really hoping for is more amusement. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dance, puppet... Dance. Volponi fucked around with this message at 23:12 on Oct 27, 2008 |
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goonobyl posted:
I'm an honest guy, and I believe in giving credit where it's due -- I admit that I'm very surprised that you were the first to notice/comment on my post. GBS is usually quicker than that. So congratulations, I guess. In any case, most of us don't splooge into expensive posable silicone sex-surrogates. And I'm still waiting for scanned copies of the legal papers. Volponi fucked around with this message at 23:22 on Oct 27, 2008 |
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goonobyl posted:
So am I correct in interpreting that to mean that you haven't actually filed any lawsuit, despite your repeated threats, and your assertion that there's no way you could possibly lose? Honestly, I expected better -- Someone who talks such a big game should at least make some effort to back up all the scary threats. Oh well, I guess you just don't have what it takes to follow through. On the one hand, I was hoping you'd actually try to back up your pathetic boasting and threats of legal action, but on the other, I knew you wouldn't. The pattern that you've exhibited here isn't anything new or original, despite how much you'd like to convince yourself that you're the first (sort of like how you tell yourself that you're Bianca's 'first', and however deranged it is, you probably actually were your daughter's 'first') Yeah -- Nobody here is particularly impressed by your legal threats -- Especially since you've been given multiple opportunities to back them up, and you've made no attempts to do so. Oh well... I guess we'll all just have to suffer through post after post of your biting wit, with no real hope of action. Unsurprisingly, we'll just continue to mock you for the dollfucker that you are. Realistically, none of us expect for you to follow through on your hollow lolsuit threats, but we are amused by them anyway. So if you really want to get our attention, you'll have to find another tactic -- Your typical behavior is becoming repetitive and uninteresting. Eventually, this thread will probably die out due to lack of interest -- Don't think that means you've somehow 'won', it's just a sign that you're not very interesting, and the comic-value of ridiculing you has worn thin. Legal threats are funny, for a little while -- The whole thing runs out of steam after awhile, when you don't actually follow through. It runs out of steam sort of like how you run out of breath while trying to jam your limp marshmallow of a penis into your completely subservient rubber statue. It shouldn't take this long to get your lawyer completely inflated. For whatever it's worth, I'm personally glad that you have such an outlet for your unachievable sexual desires. I imagine that your daughter is probably happy about it as well, since your rubber/plush toys can take the abuse that you would otherwise be forcing upon her. Don't lie to yourself -- she remembers it -- she remembers it too well, even though she's tried to block the memories from her mind. No, she'll never completely forget what it was like before you had the stuffed plushy woman with the "pussy velour insert". She's spent most of her life trying to forget the things you did, but deep down she remembers -- It's something she won't ever truly forget. Only time will help her heal from those wounds. Even then, she'll continue to hate and resent you for the rest of her life. Whatever becomes of her, I'm just glad that you've directed your perversions elsewhere -- she never deserved the sick forms of abuse that you heaped upon her -- It's why she doesn't visit anymore, and why she's still unable to look you in the eye when she's forced to speak with you. She remembers. She doesn't want to remember, but deep down, she does. She'll never really forgive you for it. Volponi fucked around with this message at 01:21 on Oct 28, 2008 |
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Deacon Blues posted:EDIT: Vol, that's Jimmy Williams posting as goonobyl (most likely per the writing style) and not David Hockey nee Crandall. I did notice that thing you're doing and it made me laugh out loud. I also like the new bit as well, it made me laugh and cringe at the same time. As this thread is now the important part of Jimmy's life that it is, chance are he saw it before anyone else did. Yeah, I went out of my way to make it obvious, because I figured he'd NEVER catch it otherwise. Even though we all know that Mr. Davey-(daughter-raper)-DollFucker has handed over the account to Mr. Jimmy-(stalking-children-with-a-video-camera-for-later-pedophilic-masturbatory-fantasies)-Williams, it's easier to address them both as though they are one entity. They're sharing the account, and they're not really all that different when it comes right down to it. Davey stockpiles photos of children from a school function where he 'volunteered', and Jimmy uses a video camera to capture footage of the neighborhood kids... They both gently caress dolls and dream of molesting children. Even so, I'm a little surprised that he caught it at all, and especially surprised that he commented on it before anyone else. I guess his rubber/plush gently caress-puppet must've had a headache tonight, forcing him to read the thread instead of vainly thrusting his tiny gelatinous micropenis against the oh-so-sweet 'love-hole' of whatever inanimate object has recently given him a semi-woody. Volponi fucked around with this message at 01:42 on Oct 28, 2008 |
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goonobyl posted:Both my sons have grown up just fine. Proving what, exactly? That you didn't kill them, but only assraped them regularly? Even if it's true that they "have grown up just fine", do you ever wonder why they don't visit, and prefer not to speak to you? Don't lie to yourself -- It's because they hate you. Oh by the way, do your sons have more of their mother in them, or more of their father? I'm guessing they had more of their father in them when they were growing up -- Probably a whole 3 inches or so of their father in them every night behind the toolshed.
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goonobyl posted:Naw, it just looked like a condo complex, or a cheap trailer park, when I Google Earthed your address. We are all trembling in awe at your elite hacking skills, using google is something that us 'mundanes' would never have considered, and by doing so you've shown us all how superior your hacking sills are. poo poo, this guy knows how to use google? I guess we should probaly give up then -- He's too 1337 for us. goonobyl posted:Just to drop another hint Cal... OOoooooohhhh, so scary... goonobyl posted:..."subliminal" message on TDF regarding "Broadway"... goonobyl posted:Face it douch bag, the poo poo I have right now points to your name and address 100%. I could easily post this poo poo here... OK then, Sludge_serpent, do it -- Yeah, that's right, I'm calling your bluff. If you fail to post the information that you claim to have, then you will be admitting to everyone here that your veiled threats are as hollow and impotent as your shriveled penis. It won't matter what excuse you make, the whole internet will know the truth. So go ahead -- What's stopping you? Surely you're not afraid, are you? It's put-up or shut-up time, little boy... You gonna show us all what a badass you are, or what a pathetic leaky sniveling oval office you are? How can we tell the difference if all you ever do is talk poo poo like a 13-yr-old? Bring it. In fact, I'll volunteer myself -- Just in case there's a chance that you get bored with issuing hollow threats to CaliChaTigerGastiDeaconMojoBlues, why don't you try bringing some of that manly threatening bullshit my way? Can you afford a plane ticket to the middle east? I'll be one of the guys in the military uniforms. I'm sure you can figure ourt which one is me, since you have such elite hacking skills like google-maps at your disposal. Come on over, Jimmy.Your talk isn't scary over the internet, and I'm pretty sure it would be even less scary in person. Bring your badass self over here, dollfucker. goonobyl posted:Sleep tight Cal. So scary -- Do something besides run your cum-encrusted mouth for a change, fucknut. That's right, I'm calling you out personally. I know you won't come to take the challenge, but I'm curious to see what pathetic excuse or insult you'll use to dodge the invitation. Don't delude yourself -- Everyone here will see you back down, and regardless of how tough you talk poo poo while you're crawling away to hide, we'll all see what a dollfucking coward you realy are. So show us, Jimmy-boy. We're all waitng. Oh, and BTW -- You gently caress dolls.
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goonobyl posted:Sorry Yes, yes, you are -- I think you've proven my point.
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goonobyl posted:Which point is that? The one under your hat? Bought your plane ticket yet? Or are you still just talking middle-school level crap, rather than actually doing something? I'm here -- I've got a Snickers bar that came with one of my MRE's, and so like the Snicker's slogan says, I'm not going anywhere for awhile. Surely your elite hacking skills should have enabled you to post a picture of my tent by now. Bring it, bitch boy. I doubt you'd get very close before your sad, limp dollfucking carcass was ventilated, and as lifeless as the rubber/plush children you like to gently caress. Edit: Dollfucker. Volponi fucked around with this message at 13:10 on Nov 1, 2008 |
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Yeah, even though we normally frown on posting people's personal info, I think it's warranted in this particular case. The dollfuckers decided to try and go all cyber-stalker, posting bounties and rewards for some goons' personal information, so IMHO, that makes this fair game.
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goonobyl posted:Cha, got a couple of questions fer ya. 1) I see nothing at all in the left hand of the person in the picture you posted. Most people learn the difference between left/right at about the same time they're learning to put their own shoes on. Did you just skip right past that stage, because you were too advanced for it? Also 1), the girl in the photo you posted looks quite fetching. The glasses don't detract from that at all. She's certainly infinitely more attractive than whatever stuffed/rubber child-facsimiles that you've become accustomed to pressing your limp micropenis against. 2) While I would have appreciated the sign more if it had said "This is not an exit", it's close enough. 3) You're not in a great position to talk about cleaning up -- You keep semen-encrusted fucktoys around your house, which is guaranteed to be more of a health hazard than a little clutter. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Edit: Dollfucker Volponi fucked around with this message at 19:07 on Nov 2, 2008 |
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Happitoo posted:Man, I hope nobody finds a website where they can contact the company that owns Snuggle. A website like this one . That would really suck for the dollfuckers if their favourite doll loving magazine got sued into the ground by one of the largest package goods producers in North America. That could even cause Coverdoll to go out of business!! Luckily nobody will ever find anything like I mentioned. That IS pretty drat funny, and I don't know why it didn't occur to me before -- After all the dollfuckers' crying about the supposed 'copyright violations' goons have committed by reposting their photos, they're using someone else's trademark company mascot in such an unsavory way. Message sent via the website you linked: Volponi posted:I thought this should be brought to your attention. Edit: drat, I forgot to include it, but just in case someone else wants to send them a comment, be sure to let them know the photo gallery is titled "Snuggles Erotic Adventures" and can easily be located by using Google to search for the title. Volponi fucked around with this message at 04:21 on Nov 5, 2008 |
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Dollfucker Extraordinaire posted:My original email was pointing out a number of their own forum rules violations and expressing concern that a site that claimed to be Comedy and Satire was crossing the line when they started poking fun at a challenged individuals deformities rather than his doll fetish. What are these "deformities" Davey keeps referring to? I don't recall goons making fun of any deformities. Here is a list of the only things about Kevin's appearance that I recall goons making fun of: - a trapeziodal mouth - a strangely red face - a strong resemblance to an FAS victim I don't think any of these qualify as "deformities". We've also mocked him for "Slurpin' Bawls and Fuckin' Dolls" (that would be a good name for the documentary), but those aren't "deformities" either, they're choices he makes. How exactly is Keving "deformed", Davey? I'm pretty sure that nobody here except you has called him "deformed", yet you've done so repeatedly. What are these "deformities", and where have we made fun of them? Provide some examples of us poking fun at these supposed "deformities" that we aren't even aware of.
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Posted on Monday, the 10th of November at 21:23:goonobyl posted:C-ya next week chumps. Posted on Wednesdaay, the 12th of November at 04:33 (31 hours and 10 minutes later): goonobyl posted:I figure I'll save you chumps some time Your getting closer, dollfucker -- Earlier in the thread, you seemed to think "next week" meant "in about 5 minutes". This time you managed to wait a little more than one whole day. That shows progress, even though it's still the same week. I suppose you deserve a prize of some sort for your accomplishment -- I've always heard that the mentally deficient should receive encouragement when they show signs of learning, however small. I'm afraid that giving you any type of prize might be counter-productive to your further development though. You'd probably just drool on it and then try to mash your limp penis against it while mentally conjuring up images of your daughter's face. You know the images I'm referring to. It's usually the same pictures you focus on while you're breathlessly flopping your sweaty carcass against rubber/plush facsimiles of humanoid women and children. The look of combined terror, pain, confusion and disgust that she had on her face during the first few times you raped her when she was about 7 years old. Before she learned to just mentally detach herself from the situation and stare blankly at nothing, while waiting for it to end. You still remember that look, although not as clearly as you wish you could. The look that once got you hard, and still excites you to some degree even though your boy-parts don't respond the same way anymore. Don't kid yourself -- you know she still remember it too. It's why she doesn't call or visit anymore -- She still sees your fat sweaty "'O' face" in her mind everytime she is reminded of you. Even hearing the word "daddy" makes her want to collapse and vomit, because she sees your sagging features and blotchy flushed skin in her mind -- she can almost feel the oppressive weight pinning her down, and can almost hear your trembling voice telling her to be a good little girl, and that daddy loves her. She subconsciously reaches toward her face whenever she's reminded of you, in a vain attempt to wipe away the memories of your drool from long ago. It's why she tells people her father is dead -- That's what she'd rather believe. Oh yeah, I should also probably point out that you like to press your flaccid member against stuffed toys, and pretend that it can still get stiff enough to penetrate them. dollfucker Volponi fucked around with this message at 07:31 on Nov 12, 2008 |
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She awoke suddenly, frightened and confused, paradoxically shivering and sweating simultaneously. She stole a quick glimpse at the clock on the nightstand, and her mind barely registered the time. 1:26 AM. She dimly half-realized that she'd climbed into bed only a few short hours ago. She had perspired in her sleep, moreso than usual. The bedsheets were drenched with her sweat, and clung uncomfortably to her skin. The room was warm, but not oppressively warm, and yet she was still sweating. Inexplicably, she realized that she was shivering as well, despite the warmth of the room and the comfort of the bedclothes. She could feel the pools of sticky yellow sweat against her skin. She'd had the same nightmare yet again. The nightmare that had haunted her since childhood, since the first time it happened. With trembling fingers, she pulled the bedcovers aside, and stumbled groggily toward the bathroom. Reaching the bathroom, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She paused to consider the reflection staring back at her. She saw a complete stranger; a stranger who looked like a wounded and vulnerable little girl begging for someone, anyone, to rescue her from the horror that her life had become. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- She saw the desperation in the eyes of the girl in the mirror, and the dark circles beneath those eyes. She saw the unkempt and disheveled hair of a girl who had given up caring for herself. She saw sadness, pain, regret, and curiously, she saw longing as well -- longing for an existence that could even remotely be called "normal". Longing for a life free of such nightmares. She studied the girl in the mirror briefly, feeling sorrow and pity, before her half-sleeping mind realized she was looking at herself. Shaking herself fully awake, she drew a bath to soak in. A nice warm bath, to help her relax and forget the nightmares. She started the water running and placed her hand beneath the faucet, waiting for the flow to reach the correct temperature. She added some salts, oils and herbs to the tub before closing the drain. She added her own unique recipe of ingredients to the bath, knowing that the combination of aromatherapy and sedative properties might help her to forget. To forget. The thing she wished for the most was to forget. She placed the plug in the drain, and the bathtub began to stew a witches-brew including lavender and rose (for aromatherapy), cypress (to reduce stress), valerian (to promote restfulness), and other special ingredients that she had discovered over the years. Over the years... The years since it happened. The years since the bad thing happened -- the thing that she'd tried desperately to forget for all this time; the thing that she'd very nearly succeeded in blocking from her memory, except during her dreams. It could always find her again when she started dreaming, and she feared that it always would. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- As the tub filled, concocting the medicinal brew that she desired, she wandered into the kitchen on still-rubbery legs. She took a glass from the cabinet and opened the refrigerator. Inside, she saw the nearly-empty 5-liter box of generic red wine that she had opened just last night. She filled her glass and began to walk back toward the bathroom. The refrigerator door had barely closed when she reconsidered her actions. She returned to the refrigerator and removed the box, carrying the last of it into the bathroom along with the glass. Arriving in the bathroom, She saw the tub was nearly full. She disrobed, and and studied herself in the mirror while sipping at the glass of cheap wine. She noticed the curves of her breasts, which many men appeared to appreciate, and she wondered why her father had stopped being as 'attentive' to her after she had developed. The whole situation felt impossible to her, and she struggled to not think about it. She placed the nearly-empty box of cheap wine on the closed toilet seat, in reach from the bathtub, and lowered herself slowly into the medicinal bath while still holding the glass. It might have been the sedatives that she was soaking in, or it might have been the exhaustion, but for whatever reason she fell asleep quickly once she had submerged herself in the bathwater. Her glass of wine slipped from her hand and fell into the tub with her, the wine mixing with the potent combination of reagents already dissolved in the water. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- She awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing. Her body felt cold due to the water she was still submerged in, and her mind was disoriented. rriiiiiiinnnnnggg... riiiiiiinnnnnggg... She pulled herself out of her sleep-state quickly, got out of the bathtub, and reached the telephone by the sixth ring -- It was too late. The caller had hung up. She glanced at the clock and saw the time was 8:42 AM. drat! She was late for work. Checking the caller-ID only confirmed her fears -- It was her work that had called. She called her work to let them know that she was on the way in, and made the best excuse she could think of on the spur of the moment. Still wet from the bath, she walked toward the wardrobe to retrieve an outfit. Her wet feet slipped on the tile floor, and her body catapulted backward. As she fell, she tried to twist her body around in a vain attempt to catch herself before the landing. She didn't succeed in catching herself. The back of her head struck the hard floor at an odd angle, probably exacerbated by the twisting motion she was making when she landed. The impact of the landing knocked her unconscious, broke two vertebrae and severed her spinal cord. She didn't awake again until hours later, but when she finally did, she discovered that she was paralyzed below the neck. Her co-workers had already been told that she was going to be late, so they didn't think anything of the fact that she wasn't there. When the end of the workday came around, a few questioned where she was, but most were just in a hurry to go home for the day. It wasn't until the next day that anyone came to check on her. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- She laid there immobile, with nothing to keep her company except the things inside her own mind. When she was found the next day, she was babbling incomprehensibly -- She just kept repeating phrases like: "No, Daddy" "Stop hurting me" "I love you" "Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts" "Stop, stop, stop, I don't like this" "Please, daddy, don't" "Daddy NO!" Her coworkers contacted her family -- Her father agreed to take the time away from his film-making hobby in Canada in order to come visit her in the hospital. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Her father arrived at the hospital and walked quietly to her bedside. Looking down upon her, he said "Kitten... I Love you". Helpless, paralyzed and immobile, looking up to see her father's face above her and hearing him speak those words, she screamed. She screamed so loudly that she woke the other patients in the room, and some in other rooms on her floor. The screaming caught the attention of the nurses, and they rushed in to help. The nurses were too late. Her heart had given out. She died of a heart attack, and the last image that she saw was the true face of horror -- The face that had haunted her for so long. The face she had tried so hard to forget. The last sounds that she heard were the same sounds that had haunted her dreams all these years -- Her daddy's voice telling her that he loved her. In the moment of her death, she knew there was no escape, and there never would be. She knew that she was truly in hell, and would forever remain there. Her father casually collected the insurance information, had her body cremated, and went back home to gently caress his dolls. He did his best to memorize the look of fear he had seen on his daughter's face in her final moments, knowing it was the closest thing to true passion that he'd ever get close to experiencing with another living, breathing human being. Volponi fucked around with this message at 18:13 on Nov 12, 2008 |
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CarbonCpy posted:You make lovely burns, you were poo poo as a husband, and I'm even willing to wager you're a lovely father. Yeah, the lovely burns are self evident. The lovely husband is evidenced by the story that his wife chose to end their marriage so she could pursue a relationship with a supposed pedophile. And it's a safe bet that he's a lovely father -- By his own admission, he allowed a pedophile access to his family, including his own children. Not just a small amount of access, either -- enough access that his wife fell in love with the pedo and saw the pedo as preferable to the dollfucker. While he was ignoring his family because he was too busy spending all of his time loving his dolls and filming neighborhood children, he allowed a pedophile to prey on his children, 'seduce' his wife, and destroy his marriage. This is according to his own testimony in this thread. He's the one who set the stage for this whole chain of events, by bringing the pedo into his 'circle-of-trust' and then allowing the pedo to run free while he ignored everyone in favor of his dolls. (never mind that his story makes no sense -- a pedo wouldn't be interested in stealing his wife, unless his 'wife' was prepubescent) Volponi fucked around with this message at 07:45 on Nov 16, 2008 |
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