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Gf break up with bf when she found a rich guy.

Bf went to her house to beg her

He: i really love you alot. I will do anything you ask me to do. Please don't break up with me.

She: you kneel down and beg me and bark like a dog.

She: you see my high heels. You go lick it until its clean

She: now you come drink my urine.

He did everything as told

She: haha. What a useless guy. It proves that i was right to break up with you. How is my urine nice to drink anot. You better get out now if not i call police to arrest you for trespassing

He got angry and beat her up.

She: please don't kill me. Ok we can be together again.

He: just now you very shiok right. Now is my turn to be shiok.

He call his friends down and they gang piak her.

He make her eat his da bian.

He take her high heels to poke her cb until she uplorry.

This movie kym?

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?????????????????

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Jin is horny. Who is Jin?

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Very good story! A potential oscar winning script! :p

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This guy again with his half baked fantasies about murdering women. Always justifying it by making them seem like huge bitches up front.

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Alright. I have spoken personally with this troll and interviewed everyone involved. Please bros, don't judge him too harshly. He has a condition that makes him post shit like this and he will likely keep doing it.

However I have convinced him to explore the reasons as to why he does this, and he is currently providing me with his true backstory.

As you can see from his "movie script," he's not exactly a talented writer. So I will be taking the bare-bones script of his life and re-tell his story for all to hear.

Though he is using "jin" as "very" in the title as in "jin ho jiak," I thought it would be fitting to refer to him as "Jin" as he relates his story to us.


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Jin's Story (AKA How I became a woman-hating troll on sbf forums).

My name is Jin and I am a loser.

Jin is not my real name of course. I have been shitposting in this forum for ages under many different nickname accounts (currently retardpervert). Most of my content involves women being a bitch towards me and I end up abusing and killing them.

I know what you're thinking. You must think that I have a few screws lose. But please don't judge a book by its professional reviews. Those book reviewers are mostly women anyway.

Please listen to my side of the story and I will tell you how I turned out like this. In short. It's not my fault. It's because of the bad thing that happened.

I remember when I was 18 years old. I was already well on my way to loserville back then. I was single and unremarkable. I was in college, but I was failing pretty much all my subjects. My parents didn't know about it, but they’ll eventually find out at the end of the year when my sub-par results comes out.

I’m not handsome at all and am very insecure about myself. Even back then, in desperate bids for attention, I would troll sammyboyforums and post nonsense to get people riled up just to feel that I’ve accomplished something. But that sense of fulfilment was always temporary.

I was always desperate for sex and wished I had a relationship like all my peers. However I was also extremely insecure about my small dick and lack of stamina. So much so that I easily get aroused by the slightest things and would cum in my pants prematurely. Honest to god, the other day a xiao mei-mei walked past me on the train and farted and I totally creamed my undies right there. My lack of self control was so pronounced that I even moaned out loud when that happened, drawing raised eyebrows and judgmental stares my way.

Naturally, this was just one of many "mishaps" that I blame on women and it shaped my mindset till this day. I mean, what other option do I have? Accept that I am a premature-dick loser? Hahahahaha. Never. It's totally women's fault.

Now perhaps back then, when I was 18 years old, if I had become honest with myself and started to address the source of my problems, which are clearly my own lack of courage and unwillingness to strive and make changes to my bad habits, I wouldn't turn out the way I am now.

However, even when I was 18 years old, I was not honest with myself, so like many tortured souls seeking to distract themselves from responsibility, I would find something that is out of my power to change and blame it as the root of my problems.

So in my case, just like how the current me blames that xiaomeimei that farted on the train and women in general for my angst and obsessive shitposting, the 18-year-old-me blames all my 18-year-old weaknesses on that one incident when I was bullied in secondary school.

So allow me to flashback again in this flashback.

I was 16 years old then. Back then I was still an okay kid. I was good in sports and studies. I got a girlfriend, great peers, stable household family, etc.

I had just become a junior prefect in school, and truth be told, I was rather much too dedicated to the role. I was also somewhat of a teacher’s pet, always running to snitch on others and doing anything to get praises from my teachers. As such, I was a real stickler for the rules.

This might stem from the fact that my parents and a lot of relatives are teachers.

So anyway, there I was, 16 years old with a lawful complex with all the power and authority granted by a single red neck tie, a brand new notepad, and an elite ball-point pen to take down names. What could go wrong?

Well, I’ll tell you what can go wrong. I was patrolling the school grounds one day and I happened upon three 14 year old Indian boys shaking down another 13 year old Indian boy for money behind one of the school buildings.

What do you think I did?

What I did was stepped in with my mighty clickable ball-point pen and my all-powerful single-ruled notepad and demanded the names of the three rule-breakers.

For my troubles, two of the boys gave me a black eye each and the third kicked me in the balls.

To make things worse, after the bullies left, laughing their asses off, the victim whom I tried to help went ahead and stole my wallet before fleeing the scene.

It didn’t stop there. A week later, just as I was ready to put that small setback behind me and move on, I was jumped during my rounds and beaten up by the three Indian hooligans again. This time, they made sure not to leave marks on my face, which meant that my balls got three times the love.

After that, they stole my wallet again.

This continued for about another 2 weeks. By then, the Indian boys had gotten bored and stopped coming after me. But it was too late. I was already a broken man.

I mean, I must be a broken man because of that, because if that wasn’t the case, then all my other failures up to this point just means I suck, period. But I dun suck. So it must be their fault. My logic is impeccable.

So yeah, at 18 years old, I constantly agonize over the bullying that happened 2 years ago and blame all my failures on it.

The bulk of my time is wasted playing computer games and watching hentai and Japanese porn. As a result, I’ve developed into somewhat of a creep. I would stalk girls and try to get upskirt pictures and got pretty good in installing hidden cameras for... ummm... restroom research purposes.

What a guy I am. I often wonder what my parents will think of me if they found out my true nature.

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Anyway, being the 18-year-old mega-creep that I am, I have the uncanny tendency to become easily obsessed with any girl in my life. I have three younger sisters. They are triplets and are 16 years old that year.

Wait! Don’t so fast judge, I am not perving on my sisters! Good god, I haven’t fallen that far...

It is my sister’s friends that I perv on, obviously, gosh!

My sisters, Shirley, Kimberley, and Ashley each have a best friend. They are Fiona, Emilia, and Claire respectively. They are all exceptionally cute girls, beautiful even.

Just like my sisters...

No! I’m not perving on my sisters! Stop it!

Anyway, like most socially stunted mega-creeps, I don’t have the ability for nuance. If a girl is just a teensy bit nice towards me, I immediately start thinking she likes me and then my fantasies take over, and pretty soon, all my mental energy is spent on the angst of “Does she? Doesn’t she?” And that opens the gateway to a host of unhealthy obsessive behavior.

Anyway, what I’m getting at is, my sister Shirley’s best friend, Fiona, once talked to me when she was visiting my home. You see, I was getting up from the living room sofa when my sisters came back from school with their friends. I immediately tried to retreat to my room because I was anti-social that way. In my rush, I actually dropped my phone on the sofa and didn’t notice. As I was heading up the stairs, Fiona called out, “Jin! Is this your phone?”

At that moment, the thought process of a virgin loser kicks in. I start to think, OMG! She knows my name! Does she like me or something?

This type of conclusion-jumping and overreach is typical of virgin losers like me because we are so starved for a relationship. Problem is, our idea of women come from porn, so we often fail to get women in real life.

Anyway, I turn to receive my phone and Fiona walked up to hand it over to me. Like her friends and my sisters, she has a slim, nubile, figure, very fair skin, and was pretty as a summer peach. She smiled at me when she passed my phone to me, which made my armpits sweat and a nervous fart build up in my colon. I became paranoid of her smelling my armpit odor, so I quickly mumbled my thanks and retreated back to my virgin lair.

And just like that, I started crushing hard on Fiona Teh.

Likewise, my sister, Kimberley, has a best friend called Emilia Yeoh. This one is really beautiful. Like a pop-starlet, seriously. Anyway, I started crushing on her because when she brought a gift of mooncakes for my family, she included one for me, with a ribbon and my name written on the packaging and everything. I mean sure, she did the same for all my family members, and also pretty much everyone else she knows. But that’s not what a close-minded virgin fool thinks about. A virgin loser’s worldview is solely wrapped around himself. So of course I totally thought - “OMG, she likes me!”

My third sister Ashley’s best friend is a very lovely girl named Claire Hua. I uh... I crushed on her because when our parents invited her to dinner one day, she and I accidentally seized the same piece of fried chicken with our chopsticks.

Wait! It’s less lame than that!

She let it go and let me have it! That means something right? Right???”

Anyway, that’s how I became obsessed with my sisters’ best friends, to the extent that I installed spycams in my sisters’ room to watch them whenever they come over for study group. I even wired up the living room downstairs because they tend to study there too.

Yeah... like I’m actually gonna face rejection and ask them face to face. I’d rather just watch them from the safety of my room and fantasize.

Okaylah, you got me. I might have a soft spot for my triplet younger sisters as well. What big brother doesn’t? I mean it’s called caring about your family members okay??? It absolutely does not have anything to do with all the anime and hentai that I consume. I’m just errr... concerned about my sisters’ development. That’s all.

And that’s why I got cameras installed in their room’s ensuite bathroom as well. To check on their development. For science!

Anyway, everything was fine and dandy. I was okay with just voyeuring the girls and never challenging my presuppositions about what I think and feel about other people, or facing reality. Everything is great, you hear me? GREAT!

Until my sisters made a new friend. Her name is Priscilla. And she is a BITCH!

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I pegged Priscilla for a bitch the first time we met when she was invited over by my sisters together with the other girls. Priscilla can be described as the handsome girl type, but also quite ah-lian. She keeps her hair in a short modern bob and was quite petite. She’s attractive I guess... if you like BITCHES!

Anyway, the first time she came over to my house, I was in the living room. My sisters and their friends together with Priscilla came in the front door. I distinctively heard her say, “Ew! Who’s that fat uncle there?”

WTF?! I’m 18 for godsakes!

Well, I was totally prepared to let that slide, since I am a good guy and all. But then this other time, I came down to get a drink and nearly bumped into her coming out of the kitchen restroom. She raised her eyebrow at me as if giving me a look that asked “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I mean, WHAT??? It’s my house!

Then she skipped back to the living room to rejoin the others who are studying, and I distinctively heard her say, “Your brother is so creepy. I think he was trying to peep when I was in the toilet.”

Whaaaaattttttt???

I mean, okay, sure, I have cameras in the kitchen toilet as well, but that was from last year when my parents rented out the downstairs room to a uni girl and the kitchen restroom is where she bathes, but the tenant is gone and I haven’t activated those cameras for months! What the hell? This bitch is trying to ruin my sterling character!

As if that wasn’t enough, I was checking the video feed of my sisters’ room the other day, where all seven girls were hanging out. My surveillance system has mics as well and I was obsessively listening in to their conversations.

Don’t judge me! There are real dramas happening okay! Apparently each girl have boys that they like and they would talk about it. It’s pretty heart wrenching. My idols has interest in other guys! That’s totally not cool! I prefer that the girls match my mental impression of them being pure and innocent maidens who will never grow up and become sullied by the realities of this cruel world.

Anyway, that BITCH Priscilla suddenly went, “You know, when we were coming up the stairs, I heard a noise from your brother’s room. I think he is watching porn leh...”

WTF!? How is it her businesss???

So I am sure you can symphatize with what I have to deal with right? This is a totally unwarranted disruption of my perfect life where I was totally failing in real life but happily jerking it to porn and voyeuring everyone in my house. How dare that BITCH inject her lines of thinking that runs contrary to my worldview into MY video feeds? My ideal tranquil life has been ruined! RUINED I tell ya!!!

I mean sure, it’s all headed off a cliff anyway when I finally get to my A-Levels exams and flunk the whole thing, but god dammit! What right has she???

Feeling angry, lost, alone, and confused, I do what losers like me typically do to cope with stress. I make shitposts on Sammyboyforums where I basically just post absurd suppositions to rile up people. It kinda validates my ebbing existence when people respond in disgust or anger because it makes me feel I am doing something consequential in the world. Because let’s face it. I’m not gonna go out in to the world and actually do something truly consequential like straightening out my life. That would be too hard.

Please don't judge. It’s not my fault remember? Why did that three Indian boys have to stomp my balls two years ago? Why couldn’t they just respect the authority of my prefect’s necktie and notepad? It’s all their fault!

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you deserved to be zapped:D

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I was drinking my homemade BKT moments ago and spitted the soup on my monitor, LMAO! :D Your story writing superseded this bipedal moron. Will up you soon. My suspicion this fellow is associated with the recent rise of the clones. Hints: Xmas and New year themes, Micro penis, ED, PCC and $150 sgd is too expensive for a hooker in SG. Nuts beyond belief.

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So anyway, you get the gist. I fucking hate the bitch Priscilla.

However, Priscilla's harsh words seemed to backfire on her, because it caused my sisters to become more doting towards me out of concern. They would greet me often and try to get me out of my room to engage with the family more. They started insisting I go out to the park on some evenings to join them and get some exercise. They are so sweet and kind.

So fuck you Pris! I bet you didn’t see that coming!

That’s another thing about me. Because I never dare face my problems head on, I will cleverly make up reasons as to how I’m actually winning or overcoming my problems. Clever right? It’s like winning without lifting a finger.

If things doesn’t turn out the way I want, I can always convince myself that I wasn’t interested in the outcome in the first place and thus don’t care enough to win.

Clever right?? No losing scenario! My brain is truly powerful. Hahaha.

As I got older, I just use this powerful mental tool to indulge in my homicidal fantasies by imagining the victims to be bitches in the first place. I am a genius! Truly.

So from that point on, whenever Priscilla would glare or roll her eyes at me, or talk ill behind my back, I would smirk at her and think to myself, "Keep doing that! It will just make my sisters love me more. You fail Pris!!!

With that, I was back in my imaginary safe bubble again.


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A week passed.

It was just another Monday afternoon after college classes. I returned a little later in the afternoon today because, uggghhhh Mondays! Amirite guys?

Okay, okay, I know I don’t work a job and actually didn’t even attend classes. Instead, I wasted my whole morning in Starbucks giving my golden opinions in comment sections on the internet and writing lengthy rants about stuff that doesn’t involve me.

I know that I am doing all of this while sipping on a latte that I can't afford on my allowance, with money I didn’t earn, on a computer I begged my parents to buy for me that has no extra utility for my purpose as a student but costs eight times as much as a perfectly usable second-hand Dell, just because it has a fruit logo on it.

But come on guys, you know what I’m talking about. Mondays. Amirite?

So yeah, I came home later than usual. From the looks of the shoes arranged neatly on a rack at my front door, I deduced that my sisters have returned home from school and they have their friends over again.

I started counting the pairs of shoes to deduce if Pris the bitch was here as well. To my surprise, there were four extra pairs of shoes, not just one.

More friends?

But three of those shoes were bigger...

No way.... boys?

I quickly let myself in. Sure enough, there were a throng of people in the living room. Two foldable tables have been set up and combined and everyone was sitting around the tables in plastic chairs, doing homework. There were three boys there, sitting next to each other on one end of the combined tables.

I couldn’t believe it.

They were the three younger Indian boys that bullied me back in secondary school!

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:D:D:D Bumpz!

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Nice work bro Depraved! :)

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Hi bros, Jin the troll here. Thank you for sympathizing with my story. That's all I ever wanted - for people to know what I've been through - and to realize that all the bad things I did is not my fault but rather the fault of the bitches in my life and my tragic past. I'm really the hero here.

Thank you to bro Depraved for putting my life in words so eloquently. I can vouch that it all happened 100% the way he puts it.

Anyway, I shall continue my tale:

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Previously in Jin - Origins:


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I stared dumbfounded at the boys from my past from the entrance foyer.

Those 14-year-old boys that trashed me silly when I was 16 should themselves be about 16 y.o. by now. So they were the same age as my sisters and their friends. And from how they were chatting warmly and joking around, it would seem that they were awfully familiar with each other. Were they all classmates?!

I heard my mother call out to me from the kitchen. “Jin ah, come here and give me a hand,” she said.

Dumbly, I went to the kitchen. My mother, Elisa, was making snacks. There was a tray of glasses filled with iced apple juice on the counter.

“Dear, help me serve the drinks to our guests,” mum said.

I stared at her in disbelief. My mother wants me to serve drinks to the three boys who whalloped my ass back in secondary school??? How could she?

I mean, sure, she doesn’t know a thing about that. But like most virgin loser trolls, I don’t have the concept of “other people’s perspective.” I only know “my feelings.” And my feelings are pretty much pissed.

“Jin, what’s wrong?” Mum asked.

“How can you ask me to serve those black pieces of shits!” I said.

Mum nearly dropped the plate she was holding. She gaped at me.

We stared in silence at each other for a while.

My mum, Elisa, is a teacher in our school. She is known to be a very cherishing teacher whom the students all love and respect, and she dotes on all of her students.

I just remembered that mum teaches my sisters’ class as well. So she may very well be the teacher of those three Indian boys.

Mum started trembling and she actually looked close to tears. “Jin, go to your room!” She said.

“But...”

“Now Jin!” She said loudly and sternly.

Now my mother was always very gentle and loving. She almost never scolds us kids, preferring instead to sit down and talk with us. This was the first time I that I can remember her raising her voice at me. And it's all because of those three fuckers in the living room.

Since you all now know my story up to this point, you all must think that I am a very strong and brave person to make it this far in life while being haunted by my tragic past. But I am actually very soft inside okay?

Feeling my tears well up, I quickly left the kitchen and raced up the stairs.

The study group must have heard mum scolding me and they watched me run up the stairs.

I heard Priscilla say, “Awkwarrrrrdddd...”

The three Indian boys burst out snickering at her snide comment.

This was too much for me. I quickly retreated to my virgin lair safespace.


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Later that night, mum came to my room and had a stern talk with me about my unacceptable comment during the afternoon. Since she was so serious, and I was really somewhat traumatized by her scolding me earlier, I quickly told my mum that I got into a fight with the three boys years before and that was the reason I was so antagonistic towards them.

Of course I twist the facts a bit la. Just like I twist the narrative in my shitposts to make women seem like bitches in order to make their subsequent fate seem more justified.

So I told mum that I gave as good as I got in the fight. I didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of my beautiful, loving mother who has uplifted and championed me all her life. I also wanted to bring her back to my side and turn her against my arch-nemeses.

Mum looked shocked. “Two years ago?” She asked.

“Yea...” I replied.

“How come this is the first time I heard about it? Were you hurt?” Mum asked.

“No lah. I probably hurt them more. I managed to chase them off and save the other boy.”

“I’m sorry, mummy didn’t know...” Mum said.

“That’s okay. But that’s why I said those things. Those boys are bad people.”

“I see... that’s why...” mum said. “That is unacceptable. I will definitely have a talk with them about it. However! Your language this afternoon is also unacceptable. If there is anything you are unhappy about, talk it out, don’t curse people.”

“Orrrrhhh... I’m sowrrrhyyy....” I said.

Mum nodded, seemingly satisfied. She hugged me and then left my room. After locking the door, I did a little victory dance. Yessss! Mum is gonna scold those bastards. Finally, after these two years, they will pay for their transgressions against me!

I will finally have my vengeance! And oooooh, will it be sweeeeeeet.


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The next day, I came home to find the full study group in my living room again. Knowing that I have won, I held my head high and stepped into the house. I headed to the kitchen where mum was putting away washed dishes.

“Oh, there you are,” my mother, Elisa, said with a smile. “Go sit at the dining table. We need to talk.”

I wasn't expecting that.

“Errrr.... okay," I said.

I did as she asked. Minutes later, mum brought over the three Indian boys and sat them down in a row across from me.

Up close, the three bastards looked way different from what I remembered. Despite being 2 years younger, they were slightly taller. While not buff, they looked fit enough to easily give me an encore of the brutal orchestra they performed on my crotch in the past. Instinctively, I clamped my legs shut.

However, I can’t help but smile. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for two long years. This is the moment my mum will make my arch-enemies apologize to my face! Finally, they will get their comeuppance.

“I think it is time you boys get acquainted,” mum said as she sat down at the head of the table. “Jin, this is Rudy, Kamal, and Vijay. And boys, this is my son Jin. Now, do you have anything to say?”

“I’m sorry...” Vijay said.

“Yeah, sorry bro,” said Kamal.

“My bad. Sorry for what I did,” said Rudy.

I nearly cream my undies again. Ahhhhhh! Vindication! Oh shit, my armpit sweat is starting...

“Jin,” mum said, turning towards me. “What do you have to say?”

“I forgive you,” I said magnanimously.

Mum cleared her throat, “No, I mean, don’t you want to apologize as well?”

The epic orchestra music playing inside my head was abruptly cut short by the sound of a balloon deflating. “Huh? What?” I said, “Why must I apologize?”

Mum gave me a stern look. “You told me you beat them up and chased them away,” mum said. “I know that you did it to help someone else, but violence is never the answer. If you had stepped up and diffused the situation, things might have ended differently,” she said.

The three Indian boys exchanged looks and raised their eyebrows.

“Ermmm... noooo m-mummy, t-that’s...” I started to stammer.

“Plus you were older and stronger than them,” Mum said, “Just because you are bigger, doesn’t give you the right to start beating up people. Your job as a prefect was to take down their names and report them to the disciplinary committee.”

To my horror, the three Indian boys's look of confusion quickly melted away and they started grinning.

“Yeah, bro. I know what we did was bad,” Rudy said, “But if you hadn’t suddenly just charged at us like that, we wouldn’t have fought. We would rather just run away or surrender.”

“Yeah, totally,” Vijay said, “It was mostly self defense on our part.”

Kamal nodded along. “You really did a number on us bro. We had to endure our bruises for weeks because we don’t have the money to go to a clinic,” he said. "Our family damn poor, bro."

My mum looked horrified. “Is that true?” She turned and asked me.

“Nooooo! T-they attacked me and b-beat me up and left me there. I was the one who had to endure injuries!” I said.

Mum raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips. “But I thought you said you fought them and drove them away?” Mum said, “You told me that you probably hurt them more than they hurt you?”

Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk! How did they turn this against meeee?

I clawed my fingers through my hair and shifted in my chair uncomfortably. I could definitely smell my armpits now. This is too much! I need to retreat to my safespace!

My mum touched my hand. “Darling, it’s alright. We are here to settle our differences and move forwards. Just apologize and everyone can just turn a new page.”

I looked at the three shitheads across the table. They can barely contain their gleeful smirks.

“Jin!” Mum said, changing her tone. One I recognize as displeasure.

“I-I’m sorry...” I finally apologized to my three bullies. My ears started to burn red and my body trembled with rage and indignation.

“Don’t sweat it bro. We forgive you!” Rudy replied smiling openly now.

They were all smiling openly now.

No... they were sneering.


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