MATTHEW THIS IS JIGSAW WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK {Jigsaw}
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Date: October 21st, 2009 8:22 PM Author: Violent tripping fortuitous meteor old irish cottage
*You wake up inside what appears to be one end of a wooden tunnel. Your eyes, honed from years of surviving inside a darkened basement, quickly adjust to the almost pitch black environment, and you notice a tape recorder with a red pill attached to it on the plywood next to you. You also see a photograph of a small room, which you examine. The entrance, illuminated by a floodlight on each side, is one foot high and roughly the width of a human's shoulders. There is nothing inside the room except for a metal box that appears large enough to block the entrance, and a pile of small items. The only item you can make out is a pair of dark sunglasses. They would look very cool on you, but they also seem dark enough to impair your vision. The walls all appear to be made of sturdy wood and are identical, but you notice that the camera flash picked up a subtle glare on one of them. You pick up the recorder and press play.*
Hello Matthew. For years you have humiliated innocent females, using the internet to terrorize them from the safety of your basement. Now you will have the opportunity to humiliate yet another person, or submit and receive my judgment. I have constructed a 22 ft tunnel out of plywood that leads into the room where you will be tested. There is no way in or out of the room except for this tunnel. As you travel through the tunnel, its size decreases, forcing you to crawl and eventually slither in a submissive position to reach the destination. Inside the room, someone will be raped. The choice is yours. Rape or be raped.
You and one other person will travel through the tunnel. Will you be the first, or the second? The first to arrive at the destination will have a distinct advantage. The terrain will favor that person, and they will have an array of nets, striking batons, and sedative syringes at their disposal. The second entrant will also be misled to believe that he or she is the first entrant. If the first entrant remains perfectly silent, he or she will retain the element of surprise. Still, if the first entrant does not take quick and decisive action, the risk of being overpowered is great.
Make your choice now Matthew. If you wish to enter first, crawl to the destination now and formulate the strategy you will employ against the other participant. If you wish to be second, ingest the pill attached to the tape recorder and you will lose consciousness while the other participant enters and prepares for you. Let the games begin.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13049225)
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Date: October 21st, 2009 8:26 PM Author: Fragrant blathering business firm
good god, what a comeback. sorry i doubted you.
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(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13049271) |
Date: October 21st, 2009 9:38 PM Author: Ungodly Point
*is :D*
*refuses to take part in the game*
*doesn't crawl through the tunnel but also doesn't take the pill*
*awaits impending pwnage*
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13049942) |
Date: October 21st, 2009 9:40 PM Author: Laughsome garrison goal in life
It would seem that what you are proposing to do will not technically constitute rape for the obvious reason that whoever enters into the tunnel is acting of their own free will, therefore making the act consensual. If you aren’t really raping anyone, doesn’t that undermine the credibility of the project?
First of all, I want to make it clear that I plan to make the experience as unpleasant as I possibly can to anyone who dares to crawl through the tunnel. I will try to the best of my ability to make them regret their decision.
Secondly, rape is not always a black and white issue. The definition is argued almost everyday in courtrooms around the country. The woman who gets too drunk one night and regrets having sex the next morning, was she raped or not? There is no easy answer. I hope some of that ambiguity will manifest itself in this project.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13049957) |
Date: October 21st, 2009 10:44 PM Author: Iridescent Awkward Affirmative Action Community Account
I choose to be the first.
*crawls through rape tunnel*
*awaits raping*
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13050539) |
Date: October 22nd, 2009 7:52 PM Author: Abusive misunderstood macaca internal respiration
To be fair,
Dear Deeh,
You're a fucking faggot.
Signed,
XOXO
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13058909) |
Date: October 22nd, 2009 9:13 PM Author: Violent tripping fortuitous meteor old irish cottage
*You spend an entire day in the tunnel and nothing happens. After an extensive internal monologue, you eventually convince yourself that this "Jigsaw Killer" must have been a ruse designed by your parents to scare you into moving out. This misconception is short-lived, as you soon hear a loud "click" followed by the squeaking of poorly maintained hinges. You becum nervous as you hear rustling from the room down the tunnel. A shadowy figure begins wriggling through the entrance. At first you freeze up with fear, but then you charge down the tunnel when you realize this is your best chance to ambush him. That moment of hesitation is too much, and he sets off a flare, blinding your sensitive eyes. You swing wildly, but your best effort glances off his Dragon Skin SOV-3000 Level IV body armor. You are quickly subdued with a canister of bear spray. You try to fight back, first clawing at his crotch and then biting his hand, but he is protected by a ballguard and ballistic gloves.
He drags you into the rape room and the floodlights allow you to get your first clear look at him. You are relieved when you realize your assailant is merely Petro, geared up to go a-rapin' and performing a field test of his latest loadout. Your relief soon turns to terror when he removes the modified balaclava, revealing the face of gross old man. He pins your neck to the ground with his left forearm, using his right hand to remove your pants with a serrated dagger. After exposing your virgin asshole, he picks up a bottle of lube and then suddenly tosses it aside, entering you dry with his scaly penis. He licks your ear and massages your shoulders a bit to loosen you up, then begins thrusting wildly.
After one hundred thrusts in your ass, you start crying, losing hope. Each thrust moves you across the floor a fraction of an inch until your face is pressed up against the cold, smooth wall. You open your eyes at this unexpected sensation, suddenly realizing that the wall is actually made of glass, with a plywood piece behind it. As you reflect back on the glare you initially noticed in the room photograph, the plywood swings down, revealing a large crowd. You are so shocked that you do not even notice the forming erection as gross old man lovingly gives you a reach-around, but it does not take long to realize that you are part of a museum exhibit. You recoil in horror when you notice the Does near the front of the crowd. Your daydreams of confronting your big-titted accusers are shattered, and you bury your face in the plywood floor, splinters driving into your forehead but your identity obscured. Blood seeps down your thighs, staining the floor. You feel weak and end any pretense of resistance. You pass out, but gross old man does not stop. He keeps going, and going, and going. Then you die. He ravages your corpse a bit more but then decides to save some for later, tossing it into the box. The crowd cheers, thinking it has witnessed a coup de tat of modern performance art, and the plywood wall is put back into place.*
You were warned several times Matthew, yet you refused to listen and learn. The rules of the game were simple: rape, or be raped. Knowing you better than you know yourself, I installed a failsafe device to ensure that a rape would occur. Through your inaction, you allowed the failsafe to be triggered despite my repeated attempts to save you. The floodlights illuminating the tunnel entrance were augmented with a motion sensor designed to unlock the box if nobody entered the room. In an arm's length exchange for Petro's custom rapin' suit, gross old man agreed to wait inside. I provided you with a strategic advantage and all the tools necessary to emerge from your test unharmed. You failed miserably. Game over, Matthew.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1116722&forum_id=2#13059561)
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