If you didn’t know, lepers are societal outcasts. Similar to the truecel above. Obviously brown men don’t have rotting flesh and a puss-filled nose, but they might as well. Brown men are the lowest of the low wherever they go. From the jungles of Nicaragua to the West, they will always be at the bottom of the social hierarchy. Their DEATHNIC traits will always be visible. The immense racial inferiority of brownoids is an unspoken acknowledgment among normies. As soon as a brown man leaves the house, their shitskin and DEATH eyes(visible below) are on display.
Perfectly illustrating my point of how REPULSIVE brown men are to normgroids is this post I found.
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/redscarepod/comments/1ksgvlp/the_vibe_was_completely_murdered_in_an_app_ive/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
This has me checked out man
As soon as curry DEATHNICS started using these apps all the females fled
Brown men need to realize this from a young age: absolutely EVERYONE is REPULSED by your shitskin ghoul ass. You cannot enjoy life when you’re brown. Even simple pleasures like social outings are barred and out of reach. Sure, people may pretend to tolerate you. Maybe even smile at you and pat you on the back. In actuality, you’re a LOLCOW for them. An inconvenience they have to tolerate due to forced multiculturalism. I’m convinced if a KKK type group was formed in Canada to lynch sub-5 manlet DEATHNICS, there would be little outrage. That is how easy it is to hate sub-5 ethnics. The life of a brown man is that of a nigger in 19th century America, or a kike in Nazi Germany.
To get to the point, the entire reason I made this post was to write about a brutal experience that happened to my DEATHNIC friend and I this weekend. In fact, so brutal we almost committed ritual suicide.
Last Friday there was a goth/post-punk show in Southeast Ohio. My DEATHNIC friend and I chose to go, and drove four hours. Our parents were happy to see us leave the house and stop rotting since we’re both shitskins who LDAR all day.
This music festival turned out to be one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. My DEATHNIC friend and I chose to dress like emo fags as we thought it would make us fit in better. We dyed our SHITSKIN BLACK DEATHNIC hair with blonde highlights. We also bought black cargo pants and black denim jackets
Once we arrived to the music festival we realized how completely and utterly outclassed we were. From our dysgenic DEATHNIC features to our articles of clothing, our humiliation ritual had begun. The clothes we wore look perfectly normal on a white man. However, they looked completely ridiculous with a sand and curry wearing them
As soon as we arrived, there was palpable tension in the air. Everyone was staring at us, and we were the only non-whites there. Everyone viewed us with contempt and were frustrated at our impudence. We dared to step out of our comfort zone of being STEM cucks, which we paid the price for. Even if you’ve never been in a situation like this, you can still understand how volatile this was. Similar to the post earlier in my thread about curries ruining Toronto’s social app, this was the same situation. I heard someone say, “Who invited the fucking Indians?”. This was akin to serfs encroaching on the ruling class. There was dread amongst the partygoers; a realization that there favorite spot has now been ruined by brown men.
My DEATHNIC friend and I should’ve left. Instead, we stayed as we didn’t know our place. We had this sunk cost fallacy, and didn’t want all the time we spent driving to be wasted. Meekly, we attempted to stagger around the party while everyone started at us. There was this apparent “haunted” barn at the party that we tried to enter. It was just a hookup spot for all the genetically gifted sexhavers. As soon as someone saw us approaching the barn, we were quickly blocked and prevented from entering. Like the low-T cucks we are, my DEATHNIC friend and I just walked away. Any self-respecting man would’ve fought for their right to enter this barn. We’re not self-respecting men.
When we were walking through the crowd someone dumped a drink on my head. This fucked up my newly dyed hair, so I knew it was time to cut my losses. My DEATHNIC friend and I looked at each other, and we both silently agreed it was time to leave. It was already 2 AM, and it was a 4 hour ride back home. We would have to drive until 6 AM in the dark. Originally we planned to stay in a motel, but this experience was so brutal and soul crushing we had to leave. While we were driving back my friend started crying in the car. It depressed the hell out of me. I forced him to do this with me and endure this humiliation ritual. While my DEATHNIC friend was crying, he muttered something about how he wished he was dead. In that moment, I agreed with him. Impulsively, I accelerated to 100mph hoping to lose control of the car and die in a car wreck. Luckily, I snapped out of it and slowed down. I still think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t slow down. We surely both would’ve died. Would our lives have turned out better? Is a cucked existence living as a social leper worth living?
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