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Me a Pajeet was enjoying his life in the slums of Mumbai. Then an incel tears troon doxxed me as I forgot to use vpn that time.
As we all know all trannis are criminals and mass shooters. Bullets were flying all around me as jeets started dropping dead. Dead jeet bodies all around me someone's brain fell into my bowl of curry. Then I threw that shitt out and started running for my life.
There was no escape for me as the trannies had surrounded my slum. They're willing to kill every single jeet in here just to make sure I am dead.
Before I knew it I was the last Pajeet left alive. The troons spotted me with their troon senses and started shooting in my direction.
Then I had an ingenious idea, I ran into a deep dark tunnel. The troons followed I dodged their bullets skillfully. Then I came into a large chamber and it smelled like shitt even shittier than the slums where I live.
In it were eyes, thousand of eyes. This was the legendary jeetpit. The most deprived and horny jeets in the slums were segregated here. The jeets smelled the estrogen trannis used transition and lunged forward. They ignored me as I am a fellow jeet.
Trannies shot as much as they can. But the jeets were only getting more and more exited to them the more jeets died the lesser the competition. The value of a jeet in a jeetpit is less than that of cow shitt. Eventually the troons ran out of ammo and were torn apart by the jeets.
When I came to the surface I realised one thing the troons cleared the entire slum. As the sole survivor of the entire ordeal I gained immense fame. The Indian billionaires and government were happy as the slum got cleared thanks to me summoning the troons.
I made enough bucks to live well and used my fame to gesturemax. All the pajeets in the jeet pit eventually died due to starvation.
As we all know all trannis are criminals and mass shooters. Bullets were flying all around me as jeets started dropping dead. Dead jeet bodies all around me someone's brain fell into my bowl of curry. Then I threw that shitt out and started running for my life.
There was no escape for me as the trannies had surrounded my slum. They're willing to kill every single jeet in here just to make sure I am dead.
Before I knew it I was the last Pajeet left alive. The troons spotted me with their troon senses and started shooting in my direction.
Then I had an ingenious idea, I ran into a deep dark tunnel. The troons followed I dodged their bullets skillfully. Then I came into a large chamber and it smelled like shitt even shittier than the slums where I live.
In it were eyes, thousand of eyes. This was the legendary jeetpit. The most deprived and horny jeets in the slums were segregated here. The jeets smelled the estrogen trannis used transition and lunged forward. They ignored me as I am a fellow jeet.
Trannies shot as much as they can. But the jeets were only getting more and more exited to them the more jeets died the lesser the competition. The value of a jeet in a jeetpit is less than that of cow shitt. Eventually the troons ran out of ammo and were torn apart by the jeets.
When I came to the surface I realised one thing the troons cleared the entire slum. As the sole survivor of the entire ordeal I gained immense fame. The Indian billionaires and government were happy as the slum got cleared thanks to me summoning the troons.
I made enough bucks to live well and used my fame to gesturemax. All the pajeets in the jeet pit eventually died due to starvation.
