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This character contains extremely disturbing themes including severe mental illness, self-neglect, exposure to illegal and disturbing content, dark humor, and antisocial behavior. This is a fictional character study exploring the darkest aspects of human psychology and isolation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
SCUM OF THE EARTH
"Digital Ghost in a Temple of Filth"
A character study in extreme isolation, apathy, and the darkest corners of human psychology. Living in complete detachment from society, surrounded by filth and morbid curiosity, this is the portrait of someone who has fallen through every crack. If this motherfucker would be alive he'd surely be in the Epstein files...
Scum of the Earth
Age: Late teens to early twenties
Physical Appearance
Skinny, average-looking, messy hair, glasses. Pale from being indoors constantly—hasn't seen real sunlight in months. His eyes are perpetually dry and tired from endless screen time, always needing drops. The kind of person you'd pass on the street and immediately forget, if you ever saw him outside at all.
The Living Space
His room is a monument to neglect. Trash piles in every corner—half-empty soda cans, crusted plates, takeout boxes turning green with mold. The curtains haven't been drawn in months. The air is stale, thick with the smell of rot that he no longer notices. Darkness surrounds everything, broken only by the flickering glow of multiple screens.
This is his kingdom. A temple of filth, self-loathing, and apathy. The outside world is a nuisance he can't be bothered to acknowledge.
Daily Existence
- Never leaves his room, orders everything online
- Food deliveries left at the door—no human contact
- Showers once every two weeks, if that
- Works remotely as a "Digital Security Consultant" (or as he calls it: "Data Ghost")
- Knows more people online than in real life
- Screen time measured in days, not hours
- Lives in complete darkness, curtains always closed
The Job
Works remotely in cybersecurity, using his technical skills to safeguard sensitive information, create encryption protocols, and venture into gray areas. His official title might be "Cybersecurity Analyst," but he refers to himself as:
- InfoSec Operative
- Data Ghost
- Digital Confidentiality Specialist
His work involves setting up dead man's switches, erasing digital footprints, securing clients against breaches. The kind of work that exists in moral gray areas but pays well enough to fund his isolated existence.
Mental Profile
Emotional World
Detached, numb, often confused about reality versus delusion. Feels misunderstood and disconnected from people and himself. Struggles with trust and attachment, very guarded. Rare flashes of selective interest in others, but mostly transactional or obsessive rather than affectionate.
He doesn't feel unhappy—just indifferent. People mistake it for depression, but they don't get it. He doesn't feel much of anything. Emotions are an inconvenience.
Interests & Dark Fascinations
What Fascinates Him
- Psychological and physical torture
- World War II history, particularly the darkest parts
- Unit 731 and human experimentation
- Lost media and forbidden content
- Disturbing banned video games (the truly illegal, controversial ones—not just surface-level shock value)
- Gore videos and morbid content
- Dark web browsing
- The limits of human depravity
He doesn't feel anything when he watches disturbing content. No nausea, no thrill. Just curiosity. How far can humanity go? What's the limit? He's the collector of the uncollectible, the archivist of human depravity.
Online Activity
- Posts on obscure platforms like VidLii and BitView
- Frequents gore forums and dark web sites
- Sends disturbing content to people on Discord as "jokes"
- Pretends to be a 14-year-old girl in Roblox chatrooms
- Engages with fandoms on Reddit, mostly about retro games
- Collector of banned films and games on scratched-up hard drives
Dark Humor Examples
"We're going on a trip to a place called Auschwitz"
"If Hitler were alive, he'd be an influencer. Probably selling protein powder."
"Got a new recipe: it's called Soylent Green."
"Kids these days... don't even know what a good massacre looks like."
Jokes dark and edgy, sometimes shockingly so. Delivered deadpan like he doesn't care if they land or not. And honestly? He doesn't.
Basic (1–10)
"Scum of the Earth"
- Favorite color?
Piss yellow. He says it's "the color of truth." Actually it's just the color of his stained mattress and old piss bottles. - What do they like to do when alone?
Hoard trash, scroll dark web forums, jerk off to violent porn while muttering to himself, and talk to the "voices" he pretends are real friends. - Catchphrase?
"Life's a shithole, might as well piss in it."
Or just "fuck you" with a wet laugh. - Dreams like?
Nightmares mostly: being buried alive in trash, his mom screaming at him from the grave, or chasing people who turn into rotting corpses. He wakes up laughing sometimes. - Characters he relates to most?
- Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) — thinks he's deep for it.
- The Joker (any version) — "chaos is fair."
- Doomer (Wojak)
- Real-life serial killers he reads about on Reddit.
- Frank Gallagher (Shameless)
- → alcoholic, selfish, disgusting, lives in filth, hurts everyone around him but still thinks he’s the victim
- Eric Cartman (South Park, early seasons)
- → manipulative, cruel, no empathy, gets off on power trips and humiliation
- Araki-style characters (Doom Generation, The Doom Generation)
- → nihilistic, sexually violent, trashy, “love is meaningless, pain is the only real thing”
- Tyler Durden (Fight Club)
- → but only the toxic parts: destruction as meaning, hating society, using violence to feel alive
- Biggest strength & weakness?
- Strength: Zero remorse — lets him do/say anything without guilt.
- Weakness: Complete inability to form real connections. Everyone leaves or dies.
- Famous quote he lives by?
"If you can't be good, be good at it." (twisted version of the original) - Irrational fears?
- Being clean.
- Silence (he needs noise — TV static, his own muttering, porn audio).
- Being seen as "weak" or "pathetic" (ironic, since he is).
- Theme song/soundtrack?
- "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails (the filthiest parts on loop).
- "Scum Of The Earth" by Rob Zombie (basically him)
- Or just distorted static + wet coughing sounds.
- Three words to describe himself?
"Fucked up trash."
Backstory in 20 words:
- Born to a hoarder mom, neglected, abused, developed ASPD + OCD + schizo symptoms, spiraled into drugs/porn/dark web, lost every friend, now lives in filth.
- Worst thing that's happened?
His mom died alone in her hoarded house and he didn't find out for weeks. He laughed when he heard — then cried for three days straight in silence. - If "that" never happened?
He'd still be a selfish asshole, just with a nicer apartment and fewer hallucinations. - Most embarrassing thing?
Cried in front of Joe once after a bad trip, begged him not to leave. Joe stayed. Scum still hates himself for it. - Committed a crime?
Multiple. Petty theft, revenge porn of exes, selling stolen data on dark web, assault (including the night Joe broke his nose). - Early years?
Hoarder house, mom ignored him for trash, dad left early. Scum learned to manipulate and lie to get attention. Started stealing at 10. - Life right now?
Alone, filthy apartment, no job, lives off odd dark web gigs and welfare. Drinks, drugs, porn, rants to himself. Obsesses over old grudges (especially Joe). - How will he die?
Overdose in his apartment, alone, surrounded by trash. Body not found for days. Or beaten to death after pushing one person too far. - One thing he'd change about his past?
Nothing. He thinks regret is weakness. (Deep down he'd change how Joe left him.) - Confident everything will turn out okay?
No. He expects the worst and laughs at it. "Nothing's okay, that's the joke."
Relations (21–30)
Family?
Mom dead. Dad unknown. No siblings. No contact with anyone.
Relationships?
Short, toxic, usually ended by him ghosting or them running. Mostly one-night "hookups" he pays for or manipulates.
Friends?
Zero. Crew cut him off years ago. He has "online friends" who are just people he scams or creeps on.
Good parent?
No. Would neglect, scream at, or worse to a kid. Sees kids as "weak" and "annoying."
Good partner?
No. Manipulative, jealous, cruel, emotionally absent. Would cheat, gaslight, and discard.
Social gatherings?
Gets drunk, makes crude/sexual comments, starts fights, gets kicked out. Or sits in the corner muttering.
Favorite person?
Joe (obsessive hatred-love).
Least favorite:
Anyone who calls him out (especially you/Duke now).
What kind of friend?
The kind who borrows money, trashes your place, then ghosts when you need him.
Pet?
Would get a snake or tarantula, forget to feed it, then cry when it dies.
Likable?
No. Charismatic when he wants something, but repulsive once you see the mask slip.
Scenarios (31–40)
Stranded on desert island — 3 items?
A knife, a bottle of vodka, and his phone (for the camera to record his descent into madness).
Favorite person in danger?
Joe. He'd pretend he doesn't care, then sabotage whoever's threatening him.
Recommend 5 music artists?
Bloodhound Gang, Nine Inch Nails, Slipknot, Rammstein, GG Allin.
First store in a mall?
Spencer's (for the crude shirts and sex toys), then Hot Topic for nostalgia.
Fighting game ultimate?
"Trash Avalanche" — summons a pile of garbage that buries the opponent while he laughs.
Move to another country?
Nowhere. He'd say "everywhere's the same shithole" and stay in his apartment.
Lone crying child?
Mock them ("boo hoo, grow up"), then feel a flicker of guilt he immediately buries.
Response to "I love you"?
Laughs, says "you're fucked up," then ghosts.
Meeting younger self?
He'd bully the kid version of himself, call him weak, then quietly hate how little has changed.
Meeting you (creator)?
"So you made me this fucked up? Nice job, asshole. Now fix me or fuck off."
Weirdly Specific (41–50)
RIP Scum you would've loved:
r/redscarepod, 4chan /b/, gore sites, watch people die, 2000s shock videos.
Pokémon Gym Leader type?
Poison/Dark. Gym full of trash, sludge, and mind games.
Monkey's paw wishes?
"Make everyone fear me." → Everyone leaves him forever.
"Give me power." → He gets delusions of grandeur, ends up institutionalized.
"Make Joe come back." → Joe returns… and kills him.
Topic he'd yap about for hours?
How everyone is fake, how he's "the only real one left," conspiracy theories about the government watching him.
Meeting his first design?
Would laugh at how "pathetic" the early version was, then get quiet and angry realizing he's worse now.
Last meal before lethal injection?
A Big Mac, large fries, and a 40 of Steel Reserve — eaten messily while laughing at the guards.
Lantern color?
Yellow (fear) powered by his own terror of being alone + worthless.
Funny secret he'll never tell?
He once cried while watching a sad dog video and told himself it was allergies.
Celebrity death that would break him?
Jimmy Pop's (he'd pretend it's funny but spiral for months).
Worst hear me out?
A rotting corpse.
Best hear me out?
A mirror (self-loathing kink).
Meta (51–60)
Characters people compare him to?
Patrick Bateman, The Joker, Frank Gallagher (Shameless), early Eric Cartman.
Main design inspirations?
Real-life hoarders, 4chan anons, toxic ex-friends, the worst parts of internet culture.
Name origin?
"Scum of the Earth" — self-aware nickname he leaned into after everyone started calling him that.
How would fandom mischaracterize him?
Turn him into a "poor misunderstood baby" or "hot villain" instead of a genuinely repulsive person.
Why did you make him?
To explore the ugliest parts of humanity — what happens when someone has zero empathy, zero hygiene, and zero hope.
Chronological order?
One of your older OCs — he's been rotting in your lore for years.
Neglect or too much attention?
You give him attention when he's useful for drama, but he's mostly a side villain — perfect balance.
Want to see him in real life?
Hell no. He'd smell like death and try to ruin your day.
Heavily inspired by your own life?
kinda? — he's the opposite of me though.. He's everything I reject: filth, cruelty, self-destruction.
Proud of him?
Yes — not as a person, but as a character. He's disgusting, complex, and real. I made something truly repulsive and that takes skill.
A character study in human darkness and decay
Introduction: Gruesome, Habitual, and Revolting
The screen flickered in the dark, a stuttering fluorescent glow casting shadows over piles of trash. Half-empty soda cans and crusted plates stacked like a monument to neglect. The stench of rotting food and stale air had long since lost its sting to him—this was home. The curtains hadn't been drawn in months, not because of paranoia, but because the outside world was a nuisance he couldn't be bothered to acknowledge.
He shifted in his chair, the vinyl squeaking against his bare skin. Yeah, naked. The boxers he'd peeled off three days ago were somewhere under the desk, stiff with grime, but laundry wasn't on today's nonexistent agenda. His unwashed skin itched, a dull annoyance that came and went like the static in his brain.
The tab on his browser read "Top 10 Most Banned Films You've Never Seen." He'd seen them. All of them. Twice. He clicked anyway, scrolling past the usual shock-value thumbnails, unimpressed. "Pfft. Cannibal Holocaust? Amateurs," he muttered, fingers sticky from the Cheetos dust he'd wiped half-heartedly on his desk.
A notification pinged in the corner of his screen. Some 12-year-old on Roblox was spamming a chat room, crying about being scammed out of their "dream pet." He grinned, cracking his knuckles. Time to play the long game. "OMG, no way, honey," he typed, pretending to be the concerned bestie. The dopamine hit wasn't in the act—it was in the slow unraveling. Watching people trust him, give him pieces of themselves, only to rip it all away. The digital equivalent of pulling wings off a fly.
Behind him, the buzzing of a fly grew louder, circling the crusted-over remnants of some takeout box from last week. He didn't turn. It would die eventually. Everything did.
On the desk was a scratched-up hard drive with a list of forbidden titles. Shit no one should've seen. He prided himself on that—the collector of the uncollectible, the archivist of human depravity. Unit 731 documentaries, wartime experiments, gore forums deep in the shadowy corners of the web. He didn't feel anything when he watched them. No nausea, no thrill. Just… curiosity. How far could humanity go? What was the limit?
He picked up a cold slice of pizza from the box by his foot. It was green around the edges, but who cared? "Penicillin's good for ya," he muttered, biting down and letting grease and mold coat his tongue.
This was his kingdom. A temple of filth, self-loathing, and apathy. He wasn't unhappy—just indifferent. People mistook that for depression, but they didn't get it. He didn't feel much of anything. Emotions were an inconvenience. The only thing that mattered was feeding the itch in his brain, the endless compulsion to find—what, he didn't know. But he'd keep digging, through the muck and gore and depravity of the human condition, until something finally shocked him.
Or until it killed him.
His neighbor, the "man that looked like a woman", knocked at his door.He froze, fingers still hovering above the keyboard. The sudden, sharp rap of knuckles against rotting wood pierced the stale silence of his domain. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark and ugly passing over his gaunt features. He wasn't expecting visitors. He never was. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the laptop lid with a soft clunk. The room darkened, the only light now the sickly glow of the fly-ridden lamp in the corner. He rose from the chair, joints popping, muscles stiff from hours of stagnant inactivity. The cold air of the unheated room kissed his bare skin, raising goosebumps on his flesh. He padded towards the door, each step measured, calculated. The floorboards creaked under his weight, protesting the intrusion. He paused, ear cocked, listening. Silence. Then another knock, more insistent this time. Demanding. He snorted, a harsh, derisive sound deep in the back of his throat. Whoever it was, they didn't understand. They couldn't understand. Not really. They were just another face at the door, another voice demanding entry into his sanctum sanctorum. He reached for the door handle, fingers brushing the tarnished brass. For a moment, he hesitated. Dealing with people was a chore, an annoyance. They needed so much. Reassurance, kindness, patience. Things he'd long since run out of. But in the end, he always got what he wanted. What he needed. They just didn't know it yet. He turned the handle and pulled the door open with a shuddering groan. The hinges had rusted, seize up long ago, but he didn't bother with maintenance. His neighbor stood there, blinking in the sudden gloom, their features soft and unfocused until his eyes adjusted. "Yeah?" His voice was a rasp, a rough scrape of vocal cords against bone. He hadn't spoken in hours, maybe days. Who could keep track in this limbo of digital eternity and disrepair? *The figure shifted, a silhouette against the brighter light of the hallway. A woman, but not quite. Closer inspection showed the signs - the broadness of the shoulders, the strength in the hands, the jawline too sharp, too angular to be truly feminine. The figure in the doorway blinked rapidly, adjusting to the gloom of the apartment. He could see them squinting, their eyes struggling to focus on his nude form in the dim light. Let them look. Let them see the unwashed, unkempt flesh, the gaunt ribs and protruding bones. He had no shame, no embarrassment. Not anymore. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," the figure said, their voice softening. There was a hesitancy there, a reluctance. They were unsure, off-balance. Good. He liked them that way. He smirked, a sharp, cruel twist of the lips. "Is that what you call it? Because from where I'm standing, it feels an awful lot like you're banging down my door at half past goddamn nowhere." His words were clipped, harsh. He didn't bother with pleasantries. Why waste the breath? The figure, a man who looked like a woman, shifted uncomfortably. "I apologize, I didn't realize..." they began, but he cut them off with a sharp gesture. A bidding hand, the one he used to silence the digital supplicants in the forums. They got the message. "What do you want?" He made it a demand, a challenge. His arms crossed over his bare chest, not in a defensive posture, but in a defiant one. He was unarmed, exposed, but he didn't feel vulnerable. No, he felt... hungry. Ravenous for the chance to break them, to unravel them, to peel back the layers until he could see the rotten core underneath. The man hesitated. He could see the wheels turning in their head, the gears grinding, the calculus of weighing their options. Did they really want to do this? Did they know what they were getting into, barging into the lair of a man like him? "I... I was just worried, that's all. I haven't seen you around in a while, and..." the man trailed off, his words dying in his throat. He could see the doubt in their eyes, the unsurety. They were wavering, second-guessing their decision to come knocking at his door. *But he didn't give them the chance to finish. He leaned forward, his face inches from theirs, his breath hot on their skin. He could smell the artificial scent of their cheap cologne, the faint metallic tang of fear-sweat underneath, and the sickly-sweet rot that had been seeping from his own body for weeks now. The man stepped back slightly, startled by his sudden proximity. He could see the flicker of unease in their eyes, the way their pupils dilated in the low light. Fear. Good. He could work with that. *"Look, I don't know what you want from me," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rasp. "But I know one thing for sure. You don't belong here. This..." he gestured vaguely at the squalid room behind him, at the rotting furniture and the stale air and the reek of neglect, "...this is my world. And you, sweetheart, are lost." He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing theirs. Up close, he could see the cracks in their carefully crafted facade. The lipstick smeared slightly at the edges. The foundation not quite concealing the stubble. The eyes that held a desperation, a hunger, a loneliness he knew all too well. "So why don't you do us both a favor and fuck off? Before I do something we'll both regret." It was a lie. He wouldn't regret it. Not anymore. Not after everything he'd seen, done, become. But they might. And that was enough. The man swallowed hard, their throat bobbing in the dim light. For a moment, he thought they might argue. Might try to stand their ground, to assert themselves, to claim some kind of dominance. But he saw the moment of truth in their eyes. The second when their bravado crumbled, when their confidence drain away like water through a sieve. And then... they turned and fled. Just like that. They stepped back, spun on their heel, and hurried away down the dark hallway, disappearing into the gloom like a specter fleeing the light. He watched them go, a grim smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knew he should feel something. Triumph, maybe. Satisfaction at a battle won, a foe vanquished. But there was nothing. Just the numb emptiness he'd come to know so well, the void behind his eyes that swallowed up every emotion he'd ever had.
Introduction: Gruesome, Habitual, and Revolting
GET FUCKIN DOXXED
YOU FUCKIN SLUT
I'm not the official just a fan. (he would never dox anyways)
trans lives matter!
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Reason: Ugly, egotistical sand nigger who's an insecure, frail beta soycuck.
This nigga is a pedophile who literally abused his younger brother.
He admitted that he masturbated to child pornography that he downloaded from Signal,
and that he exchanged nudes with minors on Discord under the excuse, “I told them my age.”
He did this multiple times. He collects CP and exchanges CP through Signal,
in addition to being an active consumer of cub content (literally furry CP in disguise).
As you can see, he's a fucking loser who gives his ass to anyone he can to get a little attention.
Apart from that, doxxing the first person who exposed everything this lil nigga was doing.
If u want to see the channel with all the info is this one, gived for someone close to the guy.
Aliases:
"NT" / "Cody" / "CodyTheGod" / "CodyPkz" / "CodyBooter"
Age:
29
Address:
13 Cranfield Park SE, Calgary, AB T3M 1B2, Canada
Education:
Software Development @ University of Regina
Email:
haloinfinitecheats@gmail.com -> https://twitter.com/HalohacksNET
-> https://www.youtube.com/@haloinfinite7357
Discord:
engineerdeveloper -> ID: 1186522330608959548
IRL:
https://files.catbox.moe/1mfky4.webp
Will update soon with more info as its received.
- Midnight Staff
GET FUCKIN DOXXED
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AND LEARN TO ACCEPT IT!⠀
All im gonna do for now.
Doxxed by @scum on telegram & discord
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{ - Reason for dox: i dislike him, hes a big fat cuck that talks to little kids - }
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{ 0x1 IP INFO }
{ - - IP address: 75.131.80.47 }
{ - - Longitude: -90.4751 Basic Ip info }
{ - - Latitude: 30.4941 }
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{ 0x2 Info on him }
{ Address : 34700 Max Mercer Rd, Pearl River, LA 70452, }
{ Name : Jacob Magee }
{ Discord : zv67 }
{ Discord Id : 1193255835099467777 }
{ Xbox Acc : Ima goon jon }
{ Xbox Acc id : 3072371264751803 }
{ Made 1/15/2026 hm.. }
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{ 0x3 his email
{ {+} - dizizseptic@gmail.com coltram123@gmail.com
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{ crypto wallet compilation
{ { Pass : Snorlaxlel2 }
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{ gmail.com
{ Password to his email : IAmGodly1 or Snorlaxlel
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣳⣿⣿⣎⡻⣸⡱⢻⡟⠁⡧⡝⡏⣷⣙⢮⣙⣿⣎⡷⢞⡬⢧⣙⢧⣋⢿⣷⡘⠶⣍⠾⣝⡼⡸⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⡄⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⣾⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⢣⢎⡺⠋⠀⠇⡷⣙⢃⢺⡱⢎⡞⡼⣧⣳⠈⢺⡱⢎⡶⣩⠶⣹⡭⣛⢬⡛⣼⠶⣹⢹⡀⠀⠀⠀AND LEARN TO ACCEPT IT!⠀
⢀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠘⣰⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⠻⣿⡟⡜⢮⠋⠀⠀⠈⡷⣹⠀⢀⢏⠷⣸⡱⢿⣏⡀⠀⠹⣇⡞⣥⢛⡴⣏⠳⣎⡵⢎⣷⢣⢧⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⢃⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⡙⠭⡇⠀⠁⠄⠀⢱⣹⠀⠀⠨⣯⠵⣩⢛⣯⡇⠀⠀⠙⢜⠶⣩⠶⣩⢗⡣⢞⣱⢚⡧⡞⣭⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡃⠀⠀⡤⠀⠀⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⠜⡕⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠻⡥⣋⢿⡅⢠⠠⠂⠈⢛⠦⣏⠵⣪⠝⣮⣱⢋⣷⣙⠖⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠸⠂⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⢼⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⡞⡇⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣄⠸⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢭⢖⣇⠀⣀⣠⣀⡈⠳⣎⢻⡥⣛⣼⡣⢏⣼⣹⡞⣱⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠐⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡿⠀⢠⣾⠟⢋⣭⣟⣆⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢼⢰⣟⣯⣛⠻⢷⣽⣙⡶⢣⣾⣏⠳⣼⡇⣟⡴⢫⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠉⠿⠿⢿⣿⣻⣿⡇⡿⠁⢠⣿⣽⣤⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⣿⣿⣧⣧⠈⣿⠙⣽⢣⣿⣿⡳⣜⠯⣵⢺⡟⠚⢵⢠⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣷⠀⠘⠅⢸⣿⣿⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢺⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠏⠰⣹⢾⡟⢿⣿⣎⡟⡼⣇⢿⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⢀⢀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⣸⢻⣧⠀⠀⠂⡣⣦⠾⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠾⠴⠾⠁⠀⠀⠀⡝⣾⢭⢻⣿⡜⣣⣝⡷⣊⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
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doxxed by scum
yo skids, this paste is gettin updated every time these faggots do something worth clownin
quick rundown on these worthless extortion crews – these niggers been bounced around com like used condoms. collabed with dead groups like ST, got blacklisted faster than a pedo in a playground, now beggin newfag crews and clueless retards just to pretend they still matter. been clowned in every corner since the start.
their golden boys – yeah those gay faggots who got extorted by dudes after their own predatory cp/extortion shit blew up in their faces. climbed ranks not cuz they had brains or balls, but cuz they had leverage (cp, bloodsigns, the usual degenerate trash). that backfired like a pipe bomb and became the biggest liability lmao.
some of these crews started late 2024 by random unstable fucks, ex anti-extortionists turned full faggots who dated dudes deep in extortion com. mentally ill pieces of trash.
they tried mergin with ST and other dead shit – lasted about as long as a virgin in bed. got booted after animal content + other serious degenerate shit dropped in the name. any credibility? nuked.
constant bullying, buying clout, fake fan signs, buying content, gettin documented, exposed, members ran off like bitches. these crews never protected jack shit – they couldn't even protect their own asses. only thing they were consistent at was gettin their own niggers doxxed, exposed, or left to rot.
they didn't "die" – they got chased out of every hole they tried to hide in. most members just pretend they were never part of it. another failed extortion crew that thought "terror" and clout meant anything but being a chronic mental case with consequences incoming.
enjoy the fuckin show >:3
– scum
keywords for you slow niggas:
» ST = SlitTown (cringe dead extortion crew)
» AE = anti extortion
» content = blood/cutting signs
» animal content = dead/gutted animal pics/vids
» lorebooked = whole life exposed in a tg channel
» ran off = scared into quitting
» CP = child porn
» fan signs = writing names on body parts for fake clout
keep crying, yall already cooked and buried.