Topic: Rough plotline fo' mah freshly smoked up Autphag propaganda porno
+Dr fo' realz. Autphag — 13.2 years ago #23,869
I be up in tha process of brushin off a freshly smoked up Autphag film script, set up in tha fictionizzle hood of Aspergia up in 2048 (a lil' small-ass area along tha Baffin Islandz colonized by brave pioneerin partisans, remainin faithful ta they racial roots untainted by tha Neurodivers-insanitizzle agitprop, up in tha 2020s, invokin a war wit Canada which ultimately was won wit lil recourse ta conflict); tha plotline involves Autphagz son, Grand Taoiseach Hyperphag " slighly Mongolian looking, rumours circulate as ta suspected miscegenation between Autphag n' tha natives " whoz ass rulez tha ghetto as a religious theocrat, preachin adherence ta tha doctrine of tha Autphagism, tha Aspergian evolution religion; his wild lil' freakadelic possez leadershizzle bein threatened by a freshly smoked up opposin sect funded by Gangsta liberals from tha westside. They wish ta brang up in alien scams from 'freedom of economy' ta 'sexuizzle equality,' under tha guise of 'modernisation' wit abundantly apparent hintz of subversion undercurrent, which threaten ta thwart tha racial n' spiritual thrust of tha nation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Hyperphag, bein a thugged-out doctorate of philosophy, followin up in tha footstepz of his wild lil' daddy (who became doctorate as accredited by his own PHAG Institute, now da most thugged-out highly esteemed elite higher peepin' institution up in tha ghetto), senses intuitively a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disturbizzle emanatin from tha extraspiritual aura of these invaders; legit ta his suspicions, they transpire ta be Jewish sex-shiftin reptilians hustlin on behalf of tha Fabio-Trotskyist Sexuizzle Bolshevizzle fifth-columns funded by Israeli interest groups. Deeply entrenched conflict ensues.·Dr fo' realz. Autphag (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 1 minute later[T] [B] #286,380
Preview of tha script so far:
Valhallan Valkyries: tha Aspergian Nationizzle Destiny
An Autphag Films pornofilm
Written by Autphag
[Openin Scene: a old, weathered-face dude, witherin up in wack despondence as he gazes onward tha fuck into tha horizon, tha sun’s radiar reflection glimmerin like petalz of gold onto tha sea, ridin' dirty like a gangbangin' flickerin vigil of candlez ta commemorate our fallen racial brothers, tha illumination of these lil' small-ass waterborne lights representin a luminescent gravestone]
[Camera angle perspectizzle gradually rotationizzle pannin 180 degrees, initially facin tha playa at his wild lil' front yo, but gradually turnin ta tha silhouette-shaded figure of tha hindface of his head; invertin focus, wit tha figure blurred n' tha horizizzle up in clear view]
[Cue seagulls chirpin n' morose music]
[Title overlay: Scrollin Prologue; “In tha distant horizizzle hangin tha airy skies up in loom blows over a gangbangin' faint, whispy wind, containin tha disembodied echoez of a playa whoz ass once was yo, but is no more, carryin wit its force tha mindless geese embodyin our mortal vanity, by whom tha spirit of dis noble one has been forgotten up in they collectizzle memory, dissipatin ta obscurity, up in silent communion wit art Valkyries up in Valhalla...”]
[Camera central focus is on tha oldschool playa as da thug strutts down tha cliffside from which da thug was chillin at its adjacent edge earlier]
An oldschool Hyperphag [self-narratizzle voiceover, thinking]: “Da year is 2060, n' fo' long, I done been livin up in exile, up in dis wretched wasteland, what tha fuck remainz of a hood once known as America, destroyed by tha straight-up forces now wrought upon mah homeland. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yet I yearn fo' home; alas, I was overthrown, not by forcez of fairnizz fightin indignantly fo' tha real deals spoken upforth from its soil yo, but from tha lyin tip-toez of insidious alien invadaz yo. Here I be stuck, up in they alien land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But I yearn fo' one thang upon dirtnap: I yearn return ta tha homeland, I long ta commune wit tha spirit of mah proverbial mother, our celestial moon shinin upon tha dusk grass, whoz ass busted mah crazy ass off tha long way, percolatin up in precipitation ta its dominion as I finally confront mah immortal conclusion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Please, let me peep Aspergia again, even as tha spectre dat haunts it afterlife.”
[Action: Hyperphag, up in a shaky, almost Parkinsonianly tremorin manner, reaches fo' his crazy-ass military helmet, bearin on its broachface tha Aspergian military force insignia: tha all-seein eye against sewer-dome gutter-empiricism, a kind of cross between tha Black Sun n' tha Eye of Horus, wipes wit it tha tears which he is cringin his wild lil' grill up in fightin ta hold back, n' throws it tha fuck into tha sea]
[Visual effect/Camera angle: prolonged, slow-motion sequence focused upon tha basebizzle cap as it is busted flyin on a projectile trajectory ta tha surface of tha water, wit emphasis on its movement up in air, comin ta a return ta aiiight speed as it approaches, ploppin tha fuck into tha ocean]
Oldskool Hyperphag [self-narration, durin effect sequence]: May tha patriotic spirit up in these Aryan tearz of sorrow revive tha extinct Chizeloth!
[Vox: tha phrase ‘revive tha extinct Chizeloth’ echoes nuff muthafuckin times, wit tha final word, ‘Chizeloth’, reverberatin on tha last echo]
[Cue tha morose music’s crescendo ta dramatic refrain]
Oldskool Hyperphag [sternly shoutin tha fuck into tha heavens]: Father Autphag, I know you’re mo' than capable of carryin dis request playa!
[Event: A thunderstorm rumblez up in tha distance.]
[Action: Hyperphag’s crowed eyes crinkle as da perved-out muthafucka smilez his weathered cheeks, eyes glimmering, up in tacit acknowledgement of dis as a sign of His acceptizzle of tha challenge.]
Oldskool Hyperphag: Nuff props, Father son!
[Cutscene: Flashback ta Hyperphag’s childhood as a three-year-old up in Autphag’s freshly smoked up outpost, all up in tha headquartas up in tha crib of his crazy-ass muthafuckin insurrectionist force’s barracks, circa. 2020, Baffin Island, then-Canada. Da office’s interior is neatly decorated, walls hung full wit honour, pictures, n' propaganda]
[Action: Autphag strutts up in all up in tha front door of tha office, smartly dressed up in military general attire, replete wit honours coverin all over his chest.]
[Camera angle: affixed onto Autphag as tha focus fo' now]
[Action: Autphag picks up a lil' Hyperphag toddlin ta his ass at speed]
Autphag [joyful, up-beat tone, as though addressin a cold-ass lil child]: Little Hyperphag! Wuz crackalackin' young’un! How tha fuck have you been, biatch? I missed you, up there, on tha barracks, commandin tha drillz of these incompetent buffoons fo' recruits, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Goodnizz knows should it take a miracle fo' dis revolution ta be completed successfully. I should hope you grow ta a higher calibre, a proud as a muthafucka soldier of tha Aspergian fatherland hommie biaaatch! Hehe.
[Action: Hyperphag’s stare is fixed onto Autphag’s general helmet, wit tha same insignia shown up in tha openin scene]
Autphag: You’re horny bout this, eh, biatch? Here, you can keep dat shit. I have plenty. Though, not without a lil' small-ass initiation.
[Action: Autphag playfully noogies tha kid’s hair; Hyperphag initially gigglez yo, but laughter soon turns tha fuck into disgruntled moaning; up in desperation, his thugged-out arms stretch up ta first stop his wild lil' daddy wit one hand n' grab tha cap on tha other]
Autphag: Hehehe fo' realz. Alright, you may have it yo' way.
[Action: Autphag places tha cap on tha child’s head.]
Autphag: Woah! Yo crazy-ass domepain is big-ass fo' yo' age. It’s occupyin tha entire cap at its 60 cm circumference biaatch!
[Action: Autphag gets from his thugged-out lil' pocket miniature phrenological measurement clasps]
Autphag: Hmm, don’t step tha fuck up ta be of any abnormally semito-negroidic proportions consistent wit pathology. Yes, I can peep you growin tha fuck into a playa of fierce intelligence. I wouldn’t give credence ta yo' rap delay, as tha Judeo-psychiatric . Femino-negroidic propaganda encourages westsideerners ta learn language fast without substance; dat shiznit was not historically considered a linear pimpment pattern until recently.
[After a momentary pause of consideration, Autphag directly faces vis-à-vis his fuckin lil hustla ta impart onto his ass gravely blingin wisdom]
[Cue reverent noize wit undertonez of sorrowful, solemn devotitude]
Everyone there be thinkin like lil girls. They chatter ta tha endz of time, without havin holla'd a meaningful word, which departin soon as it leaves tha grill disappears tha fuck into obscurity. Yo ass be a playa of deep thought, not sparin dem ta vapid utterances. This, among nuff other thangs, is tha essence of what tha fuck it is ta be Aspergian; ta be a Hypermale.
Valhallan Valkyries: tha Aspergian Nationizzle Destiny
An Autphag Films pornofilm
Written by Autphag
[Openin Scene: a old, weathered-face dude, witherin up in wack despondence as he gazes onward tha fuck into tha horizon, tha sun’s radiar reflection glimmerin like petalz of gold onto tha sea, ridin' dirty like a gangbangin' flickerin vigil of candlez ta commemorate our fallen racial brothers, tha illumination of these lil' small-ass waterborne lights representin a luminescent gravestone]
[Camera angle perspectizzle gradually rotationizzle pannin 180 degrees, initially facin tha playa at his wild lil' front yo, but gradually turnin ta tha silhouette-shaded figure of tha hindface of his head; invertin focus, wit tha figure blurred n' tha horizizzle up in clear view]
[Cue seagulls chirpin n' morose music]
[Title overlay: Scrollin Prologue; “In tha distant horizizzle hangin tha airy skies up in loom blows over a gangbangin' faint, whispy wind, containin tha disembodied echoez of a playa whoz ass once was yo, but is no more, carryin wit its force tha mindless geese embodyin our mortal vanity, by whom tha spirit of dis noble one has been forgotten up in they collectizzle memory, dissipatin ta obscurity, up in silent communion wit art Valkyries up in Valhalla...”]
[Camera central focus is on tha oldschool playa as da thug strutts down tha cliffside from which da thug was chillin at its adjacent edge earlier]
An oldschool Hyperphag [self-narratizzle voiceover, thinking]: “Da year is 2060, n' fo' long, I done been livin up in exile, up in dis wretched wasteland, what tha fuck remainz of a hood once known as America, destroyed by tha straight-up forces now wrought upon mah homeland. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yet I yearn fo' home; alas, I was overthrown, not by forcez of fairnizz fightin indignantly fo' tha real deals spoken upforth from its soil yo, but from tha lyin tip-toez of insidious alien invadaz yo. Here I be stuck, up in they alien land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But I yearn fo' one thang upon dirtnap: I yearn return ta tha homeland, I long ta commune wit tha spirit of mah proverbial mother, our celestial moon shinin upon tha dusk grass, whoz ass busted mah crazy ass off tha long way, percolatin up in precipitation ta its dominion as I finally confront mah immortal conclusion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Please, let me peep Aspergia again, even as tha spectre dat haunts it afterlife.”
[Action: Hyperphag, up in a shaky, almost Parkinsonianly tremorin manner, reaches fo' his crazy-ass military helmet, bearin on its broachface tha Aspergian military force insignia: tha all-seein eye against sewer-dome gutter-empiricism, a kind of cross between tha Black Sun n' tha Eye of Horus, wipes wit it tha tears which he is cringin his wild lil' grill up in fightin ta hold back, n' throws it tha fuck into tha sea]
[Visual effect/Camera angle: prolonged, slow-motion sequence focused upon tha basebizzle cap as it is busted flyin on a projectile trajectory ta tha surface of tha water, wit emphasis on its movement up in air, comin ta a return ta aiiight speed as it approaches, ploppin tha fuck into tha ocean]
Oldskool Hyperphag [self-narration, durin effect sequence]: May tha patriotic spirit up in these Aryan tearz of sorrow revive tha extinct Chizeloth!
[Vox: tha phrase ‘revive tha extinct Chizeloth’ echoes nuff muthafuckin times, wit tha final word, ‘Chizeloth’, reverberatin on tha last echo]
[Cue tha morose music’s crescendo ta dramatic refrain]
Oldskool Hyperphag [sternly shoutin tha fuck into tha heavens]: Father Autphag, I know you’re mo' than capable of carryin dis request playa!
[Event: A thunderstorm rumblez up in tha distance.]
[Action: Hyperphag’s crowed eyes crinkle as da perved-out muthafucka smilez his weathered cheeks, eyes glimmering, up in tacit acknowledgement of dis as a sign of His acceptizzle of tha challenge.]
Oldskool Hyperphag: Nuff props, Father son!
[Cutscene: Flashback ta Hyperphag’s childhood as a three-year-old up in Autphag’s freshly smoked up outpost, all up in tha headquartas up in tha crib of his crazy-ass muthafuckin insurrectionist force’s barracks, circa. 2020, Baffin Island, then-Canada. Da office’s interior is neatly decorated, walls hung full wit honour, pictures, n' propaganda]
[Action: Autphag strutts up in all up in tha front door of tha office, smartly dressed up in military general attire, replete wit honours coverin all over his chest.]
[Camera angle: affixed onto Autphag as tha focus fo' now]
[Action: Autphag picks up a lil' Hyperphag toddlin ta his ass at speed]
Autphag [joyful, up-beat tone, as though addressin a cold-ass lil child]: Little Hyperphag! Wuz crackalackin' young’un! How tha fuck have you been, biatch? I missed you, up there, on tha barracks, commandin tha drillz of these incompetent buffoons fo' recruits, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Goodnizz knows should it take a miracle fo' dis revolution ta be completed successfully. I should hope you grow ta a higher calibre, a proud as a muthafucka soldier of tha Aspergian fatherland hommie biaaatch! Hehe.
[Action: Hyperphag’s stare is fixed onto Autphag’s general helmet, wit tha same insignia shown up in tha openin scene]
Autphag: You’re horny bout this, eh, biatch? Here, you can keep dat shit. I have plenty. Though, not without a lil' small-ass initiation.
[Action: Autphag playfully noogies tha kid’s hair; Hyperphag initially gigglez yo, but laughter soon turns tha fuck into disgruntled moaning; up in desperation, his thugged-out arms stretch up ta first stop his wild lil' daddy wit one hand n' grab tha cap on tha other]
Autphag: Hehehe fo' realz. Alright, you may have it yo' way.
[Action: Autphag places tha cap on tha child’s head.]
Autphag: Woah! Yo crazy-ass domepain is big-ass fo' yo' age. It’s occupyin tha entire cap at its 60 cm circumference biaatch!
[Action: Autphag gets from his thugged-out lil' pocket miniature phrenological measurement clasps]
Autphag: Hmm, don’t step tha fuck up ta be of any abnormally semito-negroidic proportions consistent wit pathology. Yes, I can peep you growin tha fuck into a playa of fierce intelligence. I wouldn’t give credence ta yo' rap delay, as tha Judeo-psychiatric . Femino-negroidic propaganda encourages westsideerners ta learn language fast without substance; dat shiznit was not historically considered a linear pimpment pattern until recently.
[After a momentary pause of consideration, Autphag directly faces vis-à-vis his fuckin lil hustla ta impart onto his ass gravely blingin wisdom]
[Cue reverent noize wit undertonez of sorrowful, solemn devotitude]
Everyone there be thinkin like lil girls. They chatter ta tha endz of time, without havin holla'd a meaningful word, which departin soon as it leaves tha grill disappears tha fuck into obscurity. Yo ass be a playa of deep thought, not sparin dem ta vapid utterances. This, among nuff other thangs, is tha essence of what tha fuck it is ta be Aspergian; ta be a Hypermale.
+Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM — 13.2 years ago, 3 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,390
I see the Jews are at work sullying the reputation of the Goy again.
+Autphag !fvna30BQkY — 13.2 years ago, 13 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,393
+HaikerensGuide !dBGi/iH4eY — 13.2 years ago, 22 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,395
+The Doctor !7MHPahvoGY — 13.2 years ago, 5 hours later, 9 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,503
@OP@286,380 (Dr fo' realz. Autphag )
Much more cogent and intelligible than the incoherent gibberish Autphag posts. Would read again.
·Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM — 13.2 years ago, 17 minutes later, 9 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,514
·The Doctor !7MHPahvoGY — 13.2 years ago, 12 hours later, 21 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,794
@previous (Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM)As a person suffering from autism, Autphag is very upset and frusrated by his inability to make his communication intelligible to normal people.
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+Anonymous F — 13.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 23 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,797
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