>Having an MPA accent

>My dear 'teens, today marks the sixth day of Operation No Nut November 2. ITT, we will fight against the forces of gooning: Onlyfans stars, jartists, degenerates, etc.
>WE VILL LEAVE THEM SCARED AND THEY VILL NEVER CRAWL BACK.
>
>TOP TARGETS
>>JADF
>>Fallenshadow
>>Oroniks
>>Kathleen Hema
>>Winick Lim
>>Orsoniks
>>Anna Anon
>>Horndog
>>CosplayCatKitty
>>Zenya Hima
>>Redtenei
>Read the wiki article! https://soyjakwiki.org/Operation_NNN_Part_II
>
>PENDING ADDIES
>https://soyjakwiki.org/Operation_NNN_Part_II/Pending_addies
>
>Tools
>EPIEOS, FastPeopleSearch, TruePeopleSearch, Intelbase, People Search, IDCrawl Spiderfoot, Google maps, Whitepages, Yellowpages, OSINT Framework, WhatsMyName, seekr.to
>
>NVKING RESOURCES
>-(((IsraeliNVKE))): JNF, Regavim, Nachala, IDF conscription
>-ChipNVKE: Chipdrop
>-PIZZA: Domino's Pizza, Telepizza, Pizza Hut, Little Caesar's
>-GLOWNVKE: ICE, 911, YOUR LOCAL AUTHORITIES
>PREPARE TO WIELD THE NEW (((BRITISH))) LAW: CHOKING AND INCEST PORN IS PUNISHED BY UP TO 5 YEARS IN PRISON. THIS WILL PROBABLY COME INTO EFFECT SOMEWHERE IN THE MONTH
>
>DAILY MISSION
>Finish non-doxes or very unfinished doxes on the 'ki, find more targets to 'ox.
>
>Ignore all derailers and other unwanted spammers by filtering by ID
>
>Btw guys, Im proud of you and your progress, continue with the targets we added the last & days. Very important to resort to nvking immediately any target with a confirmed addy

your response cumskin?

I'm kinda scared right now

>Scrolling xitter
>See some snca post about gta
>In the comments I see a Troon
>Look through their profile out of curiosity
>See them talking about rollercoaster Tycoon
>"Hmmm, weird"
>Continue looking through
>The xitter Troon likes the same things as me and we have the same interests
>Close tab
>Hundred yard stare

Why are you clinging to toxic masculinity when girls will have sex with guys who wear makeup and stuff now? Not even saying you have to do that but you don't have to enslave yourself to the football/bacon/performative homophobia paradigm anymore

No

Without touching his nub, with only the furious thrusting friction of his black master’s cock, Kuz went over the edge into the infinite, painful bliss of orgasm. It was a hands-free prostate orgasm, surging up with tremendous force from his innards, gripping all extremities with turbulent, brain-melting pleasure. “F-F-Fuuuuuck!” Kuz whined and wriggled. In the blinding joy of the orgasm, Kuz clenched his tearful eyes tight. Time stood still. In a vision, he pictured Kaylee in a wedding dress, under the shade of a tree along some spectacular Appalachian ridge. She lifted her veil and stared into his eyes. He disappeared into her precious, rare, otherworldly Aryan features. “Dat’s rite,” Jamal yelled, making Kuz’s sissy ass cum, watching the sissy jizz dribble out of Kuz’s locked-up cock into the clear cock cage. “Kiss me, faggot.” The black master kissed his sissy with a wet, open mouth. As his tongue invaded Kuz’s mouth, Jamal went over the edge into his orgasm. The build-up was long and gradual. Like a tidal wave it crested slowly and built to dizzying heights. With angry grunts and growls — in monosyllabic rasps of hatred and malevolence — the hulking black brute bred Kuz’s sissy guts. “Got-dayum, white, bitch, fuck, got-dayum, cracka ass, bitch,” Jamal mumbled angry curses as he plowed through his wild orgasm. “I’m s-s-s-o fucking full, king,” Kuz cried between kisses, still riding his prostate orgasm. Jamal’s diamond-hard master dick spurted buckets into Kuz. It felt like gallons. It was a warm, unending, savage injection of African semen. Its hot potency filled Kuz fuller and fuller, as though his belly was about to burst, and Jamal’s quivering balls shook between long contracting ejaculations. Gripping and kissing his brutal black master, legs wrapped around his superior body, in awe of the strange warmth of his first orgasm, Kuz welcomed the African cum. He was proudly a martyr. He relished the full feeling, the flood of the hot poison that would wipe away his race, if only to save Kaylee from knowing its horrifying power. “Dat’s rite, I own you, bitch,” Jamal mumbled to himself in lusty exhaustion. “I own you. I own you.” On the forest floor, beneath the gorgeous naked bodies of his black conquerors, Kuz stared up into the pale shafts of moonlight. He decided, then and there, that he’d never tell Kaylee what her freedom had cost. And he most certainly would never tell her that, in the fucked-up depths of his soul, he enjoyed the brutality so much his little clitty came. “Hell of a berffday present, huh boss?” a guard asked. “Got-dayum rite,” Jamal said, shoving Kuz’s spent body on the floor like used trash. “Now let’s get up outta dis bitch. We done here.” The black kings had pimp-strolled away, rolling a fresh ganjala blunt as they disappeared into the forest. When the last of the black master seed dribbled out of Kuz’s gaping boipussy, he limped back toward his cabin to tell Kaylee she was safe. The black kings had done plenty of damage to the village, but Kuz couldn’t wait to explain how he’d saved her by bartering only a small bag of their large ganjala cache (sparing her the grisly details). Even though he’d been humiliated, degraded, and ravaged, he felt like a triumphant martyr for the cause of whiteness. The moon was high now. Kuz’s sissy skirt billowed in the cool night breeze. His sissy ass ached. He came over the ridge to his cabin in a dreamy haze, full of a strange, wounded optimism. There was nothing more he could lose. His ego, his waning masculine pride, had been shredded by the demonstration of black power. This made him feel paradoxically free — ready, at last, to flee for freedom with his beloved. Step-brother and step-sister, the fate of the white race riding on their success, would make a run for it across the loose network of sissy villages dotting the landscape. They’d do it together. The very next morning. “Kaylee!” Kuz called out as he arrived at the heavy cabin door. “Kuz!” her muffled voice cried out. The door flew open with tremendous force, knocking Kuz backward, into the front yard, onto his sore sissy ass. He brushed the pink-and-blue tresses from his face and looked upon his worst nightmare.

https://soyjakwiki.org/Woman
>Despite being like literally ~50% of the world's population, Women totally make up an extremely low minority of the Soymmunity's population DOE their population is growing each day[it just is, ok?] This is like literally due to a lot of women being more concerned about makeup, modern pop music, true crime drama, left-wing politics, Twitter, astrology, conforming to societal norms, penises over 6 inches in length, not cooking, McDonald's, charging their phones, twerking, being bisexual, eating hot chips, lying, not dating chuds like me, and breaking my heart rather than caring about Soyjaks and the Soy Community, amirite?
Why would a good number of women dedicate their time to many things, yet not to something as simple as posting on this site?