Turbo
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This is a call out. Something very serious happened that needs to be brought to the whole clans attention.
So I was out and about in my travels over the weekend and had a ass altering experience. I was at an event, and some friends wanted to go hit up a gay bar. I didn't wanna sound homophobic by declining, even though I was tired, so I agreed.
We walked over to a run down one a mile from the hotel, which I believe was called the "come dumstr". I started to mingle with some of the guys and gals. I knew I didn't fit anyone's' criteria, or they didn't fit mine lol, so I figured what was the harm. I decided the best intro was the one thing we all know... so I said,"Hi, did you know soulzz is gay?" I had some high fives from people who didn't seem to care what I had to say through the ecstasy. As the night wore on, and the more questionable people came out to play, I started getting strange looks. As if I was a therapist regaling tales of our trenches in Vietnam... I was certain they had misheard, so I let it go. My friends were ready to head back to the hotel, new dates in arms, and wanted one more drink before we left. I figured I had time to talk to one more person who had an interesting conversation with another guy about Prion disease, and how it came to be. Seeing as how I had experience with it in DayZ, I figured we could share some facts and laughs.
I game him my normal introduction, and I got a first. It was a grin, just a smirk. He laughed and said only in here baby. Again I assumed maybe he misheard with the loud techno and began talking about my experience of laughing cynically in DayZ at @Bungied2theTree and @killingseed . He said oh yeah, I've had those guys. At this point I thought he was fucking with me, until he ran down the list of known DayZ players in the clan. I then realized, it must be... So I asked what "soulzz is gay" meant to him, and he said,"A painful childhood involving an uncle with boundary issues, but now its lights and fun!"
I figured out who I was talking to, but before I could ask, he said,"Here they call me twinkleho." Not sure I wanted to know how he got the name, I avoided it. We talked for a bit and I asked if he wanted to head back to the hotel, with no chance of how his night would normally end. He said he was done thanks to a tag team in the bathroom. I heard later it was @HomebrewerCraig and @ChromeLightsaber .
We walked to the hotel and he had rubbed and grabbed a few times. I grew uncomfortable, so instead of going to the room, I suggested we go to the pool. I grabbed some drinks from the lobby and we went to the pool. He suggested skinny dipping, which made me realize this wasn't any safer than the room. I decided to say I had to shit, and would be right back. I figured he would catch on that I wasn't having it, or at least be turned off when I came up with a story of how wet it was. I came back 15 minutes later and he apologized, asking me to relax in the chairs.
We talked for a little bit longer, but I began feeling... strange. I could hardly stand and said I should get back to my room. He said he would help, but carried me out to his car instead, all the while I was screaming for help, but it only coming out in mumbles. As we drove away things got very fuzzy, and I finally realized he had "Cosby'd" me. I knew my night was going to have the same ending, but I kept fighting. I tried the doors only to find the child lock on. I tried the windows, same. It as things started fading to black, we stopped in a dark alley. I couldn't do more than drool. He dragged me out of the back, and into his house. The last thing I remember was being dragged down a flight of stairs into the basement, and seeing a room that would make 50 shades of grey look like church. My fate all but sealed I said a little prayer...
The next morning I awoke to my alarm blaring and my friends pounding on my hotel room door. My head hurt and I could hardly walk. There was a pain, like heavy bruising. I tried to think of my night, and how it ended like this. I almost didnt believe what my brain was telling me, until I found this evidence on my phone proving it:
So I guess this is me, calling out @Soulzz . We know you drugged and raped me in your basement. Own it man, then get help. For those wondering, this is my normal sign I carry around and twirl on street corners. It spreads the word wherever I go.
So I was out and about in my travels over the weekend and had a ass altering experience. I was at an event, and some friends wanted to go hit up a gay bar. I didn't wanna sound homophobic by declining, even though I was tired, so I agreed.
We walked over to a run down one a mile from the hotel, which I believe was called the "come dumstr". I started to mingle with some of the guys and gals. I knew I didn't fit anyone's' criteria, or they didn't fit mine lol, so I figured what was the harm. I decided the best intro was the one thing we all know... so I said,"Hi, did you know soulzz is gay?" I had some high fives from people who didn't seem to care what I had to say through the ecstasy. As the night wore on, and the more questionable people came out to play, I started getting strange looks. As if I was a therapist regaling tales of our trenches in Vietnam... I was certain they had misheard, so I let it go. My friends were ready to head back to the hotel, new dates in arms, and wanted one more drink before we left. I figured I had time to talk to one more person who had an interesting conversation with another guy about Prion disease, and how it came to be. Seeing as how I had experience with it in DayZ, I figured we could share some facts and laughs.
I game him my normal introduction, and I got a first. It was a grin, just a smirk. He laughed and said only in here baby. Again I assumed maybe he misheard with the loud techno and began talking about my experience of laughing cynically in DayZ at @Bungied2theTree and @killingseed . He said oh yeah, I've had those guys. At this point I thought he was fucking with me, until he ran down the list of known DayZ players in the clan. I then realized, it must be... So I asked what "soulzz is gay" meant to him, and he said,"A painful childhood involving an uncle with boundary issues, but now its lights and fun!"
I figured out who I was talking to, but before I could ask, he said,"Here they call me twinkleho." Not sure I wanted to know how he got the name, I avoided it. We talked for a bit and I asked if he wanted to head back to the hotel, with no chance of how his night would normally end. He said he was done thanks to a tag team in the bathroom. I heard later it was @HomebrewerCraig and @ChromeLightsaber .
We walked to the hotel and he had rubbed and grabbed a few times. I grew uncomfortable, so instead of going to the room, I suggested we go to the pool. I grabbed some drinks from the lobby and we went to the pool. He suggested skinny dipping, which made me realize this wasn't any safer than the room. I decided to say I had to shit, and would be right back. I figured he would catch on that I wasn't having it, or at least be turned off when I came up with a story of how wet it was. I came back 15 minutes later and he apologized, asking me to relax in the chairs.
We talked for a little bit longer, but I began feeling... strange. I could hardly stand and said I should get back to my room. He said he would help, but carried me out to his car instead, all the while I was screaming for help, but it only coming out in mumbles. As we drove away things got very fuzzy, and I finally realized he had "Cosby'd" me. I knew my night was going to have the same ending, but I kept fighting. I tried the doors only to find the child lock on. I tried the windows, same. It as things started fading to black, we stopped in a dark alley. I couldn't do more than drool. He dragged me out of the back, and into his house. The last thing I remember was being dragged down a flight of stairs into the basement, and seeing a room that would make 50 shades of grey look like church. My fate all but sealed I said a little prayer...
The next morning I awoke to my alarm blaring and my friends pounding on my hotel room door. My head hurt and I could hardly walk. There was a pain, like heavy bruising. I tried to think of my night, and how it ended like this. I almost didnt believe what my brain was telling me, until I found this evidence on my phone proving it:
So I guess this is me, calling out @Soulzz . We know you drugged and raped me in your basement. Own it man, then get help. For those wondering, this is my normal sign I carry around and twirl on street corners. It spreads the word wherever I go.
