Topic: Picture of Antikhristos girlfriend found
+Anonymous A — 13.2 years ago #24,139
+Anonymous B — 13.2 years ago, 44 seconds later[T] [B] #289,784
Dream girl.
It's a bad dream.
It's a bad dream.
+ducky !LZ0E5ojVGY — 13.2 years ago, 2 minutes later, 3 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #289,785
fuckalm
+Syntax — 13.2 years ago, 3 minutes later, 6 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #289,786
She says she is autistic.
+Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk — 13.2 years ago, 51 minutes later, 57 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #289,800
Neat.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 2 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #289,801
+Anonymous F — 13.2 years ago, 11 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #289,802
I've actually seen Antichristinos irl, and this is actually very accurate.
·Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk — 13.2 years ago, 10 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #289,806
@previous (F)
lol
Very few people on this chan have seen any pics of her except for those I've shown some of my photography to or if they have my dox. Since you saw her IRL though I'm assuming you're a patient at one of the nursing homes or life management facilities.
lol
Very few people on this chan have seen any pics of her except for those I've shown some of my photography to or if they have my dox. Since you saw her IRL though I'm assuming you're a patient at one of the nursing homes or life management facilities.
·Anonymous F — 13.2 years ago, 16 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #289,812
@previous (Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk)
I used to meet her for lunch time coffees a while back. We still do, but not so often now.
I used to meet her for lunch time coffees a while back. We still do, but not so often now.
·Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk — 13.2 years ago, 10 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #289,814
+Anonymous G — 13.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #289,826
@289,812 (F)
You know what I like to do on weekends? I go to parties. Not to party, mind you. I pick up women and take them home. Typically they're passed out so I have to get directions from someone else at the party. If she looks like she might come to, I use a little chloroform to put her back down, and then inject her with enough muscle relaxant to keep her out for at least an hour. When I get to her house, I carry her inside, lay her on the bed, and pull the sheets up over her. I take the wallet out of her purse and set it on the nightstand or dresser. Then I go to her closet and rearrange the hangers. If I see any shoes, I'll pick a pair to take and set next to her front door. Once I'm done in the bedroom, I head for her kitchen and look for a cookie of some sort. I break it in half and toss one half back into the bag. The other one I put on her table or counter. I'll find a piece of paper somewhere and, using my bad hand, scribble "Thanks for the good time, sugar." (I use my own pen of course, can't risk the slight chance that she calls the cops and they find fingerprints.) I leave the note with the partial cookie. Last thing I do before I leave is go into the bathroom and lift the toilet seat up. Then I leave, locking the door behind me. I go back to my car and use pliers to remove the metal bit from the plastic disposable cap. I look for a crack in a piece of wood and hide the needle in it. Then I'm off to pick up another one who's had too much to drink. The plastic part of the needle I can just toss in any fast food drive-up can. There's no shortage of those in the area I work.
You know what I like to do on weekends? I go to parties. Not to party, mind you. I pick up women and take them home. Typically they're passed out so I have to get directions from someone else at the party. If she looks like she might come to, I use a little chloroform to put her back down, and then inject her with enough muscle relaxant to keep her out for at least an hour. When I get to her house, I carry her inside, lay her on the bed, and pull the sheets up over her. I take the wallet out of her purse and set it on the nightstand or dresser. Then I go to her closet and rearrange the hangers. If I see any shoes, I'll pick a pair to take and set next to her front door. Once I'm done in the bedroom, I head for her kitchen and look for a cookie of some sort. I break it in half and toss one half back into the bag. The other one I put on her table or counter. I'll find a piece of paper somewhere and, using my bad hand, scribble "Thanks for the good time, sugar." (I use my own pen of course, can't risk the slight chance that she calls the cops and they find fingerprints.) I leave the note with the partial cookie. Last thing I do before I leave is go into the bathroom and lift the toilet seat up. Then I leave, locking the door behind me. I go back to my car and use pliers to remove the metal bit from the plastic disposable cap. I look for a crack in a piece of wood and hide the needle in it. Then I'm off to pick up another one who's had too much to drink. The plastic part of the needle I can just toss in any fast food drive-up can. There's no shortage of those in the area I work.
+Anonymous H — 13.2 years ago, 3 hours later, 6 hours after the original post[T] [B] #289,894
+Anonymous I — 13.2 years ago, 2 hours later, 8 hours after the original post[T] [B] #289,927
op is jelly
·Anonymous A (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 4 hours later, 13 hours after the original post[T] [B] #289,955
·Anonymous I — 13.2 years ago, 9 hours later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #290,012
+Anonymous J — 13.2 years ago, 20 minutes later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #290,024
·Anonymous H — 13.2 years ago, 3 hours later, 1 day after the original post[T] [B] #290,102
@previous (J)
Well yeah. But I don't get the cookie and needle. I mean, if he left a torn up grocery chicken on the nightstand, with maybe a drumstick on the bed between her thighs, I could understand. A broken meth pipe on the bathroom counter, ok. But some half-eaten cookie? Big deal. And will she ever even find the damn needle? I don't know man...
Well yeah. But I don't get the cookie and needle. I mean, if he left a torn up grocery chicken on the nightstand, with maybe a drumstick on the bed between her thighs, I could understand. A broken meth pipe on the bathroom counter, ok. But some half-eaten cookie? Big deal. And will she ever even find the damn needle? I don't know man...
·Anonymous J — 13.2 years ago, 3 days later, 4 days after the original post[T] [B] #290,970
·Anonymous H — 13.2 years ago, 2 minutes later, 4 days after the original post[T] [B] #290,972
@previous (J)
But she would perceive it as half-eaten. And yeah, the closet. Now if he had put a stool in there, with a noose hanging down, that would make sense.
But she would perceive it as half-eaten. And yeah, the closet. Now if he had put a stool in there, with a noose hanging down, that would make sense.
·Anti !M6R0eWkIpk — 13.2 years ago, 35 minutes later, 4 days after the original post[T] [B] #290,991
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