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*'''''I only do this within private calls or group calls (but there is a limit as large calls can get overwhelming)''''' | *'''''I only do this within private calls or group calls (but there is a limit as large calls can get overwhelming)''''' | ||
*'''''Cam and Mic are required, however...''''' | *'''''Cam and Mic are required, however...''''' | ||
**'''''I understand wanting to ensure anonymity for yourself; if you would feel more comfortable, I don't mind if you choose to wear a mask or at the very least position the cam so that only the bottom half of your face shows. I prefer seeing and hearing the reactions of straight men laughing at me.''''' </blockquote>'''''If you're interested, please Private Message me! REEEEEEEEEEE SNORT'''''< | **'''''I understand wanting to ensure anonymity for yourself; if you would feel more comfortable, I don't mind if you choose to wear a mask or at the very least position the cam so that only the bottom half of your face shows. I prefer seeing and hearing the reactions of straight men laughing at me.''''' </blockquote>'''''If you're interested, please Private Message me! REEEEEEEEEEE SNORT''''' | ||
<small>''I shit you not, This is what he actually spams on every server on discord.''</small> | |||
==The Faggot in media== | ==The Faggot in media== | ||
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== The Haunting of Exposé Manor == | == The Haunting of Exposé Manor == | ||
After his defeat by Dr Gastronomical, the faggot was | After his defeat by Dr Gastronomical, the faggot was hurled back through time and spent 1354 years in the EXPOSEDFAGGOTS.com purgatory. Once his imprisonment was at an end, The Faggot found himself in the year 1893 in rural Mann island. The Faggot was weak, weary and had nowhere to return to due to being #EXPOSED to his co-workers and family, ruining any chance of getting a job or hospitality, so he crawled into an abandoned mansion near his impact site where he later died of dysentery from eating his own shit. | ||
=== 1901 === | === 1901 === | ||
In our | In our Lord's year of 1901, the Contrea's mining family took up residence in the same manor in which the faggot had passed years prior. The family and their servants had settled in and went about their business until complaints arose from the servants of a foul smell emanating from the floorboards in the dining hall. Lord Joseph Contreras himself commented "My gosh! What is that blasted stench that commits itself to assaulting my nostrils? Augh! Its quality of which matches as though something crawled up and died in this very house!" Upon inspection by the grounds keeper, a cadaverous man (The Faggot) was found in his iconic legs up, arse out position in the cellar with a strange mask with the words "FAG" printed upon it with a pair of pigs ears sewed to either side of the head. | ||
The family called in the local coroner who inspected the body. Dr Tony Faucci made comment that the body was covered in human excrement and had a tongue far too long for a normal human. The body by this stage had taken on a blue hint | The family called in the local coroner who inspected the body. Dr Tony Faucci made comment that the body was covered in human excrement and had a tongue far too long for a normal human. The body by this stage was stiff and sunken, and had taken on a blue hint. Forensics leader, Dr. Faucci commented "He's rotting you know...". The family had the body burned in location. Ironically, they had to sent out a servant to fetch a faggot of wood to burn the faggot himself. | ||
The Contreras family were the first to notice strange happenings in Exposé Manor. | The Contreras family were the first to notice strange happenings in Exposé Manor. At first, Lord Contreas' morning wood was more frequent and took longer to go away than typical, later he began to have reoccuring vivid nightmares of him committing buggery with the same corpse which had intimidated everyone witnessing it, only worse, it was animated. He these dreams would wake him up screaming in cold sweat, much to his family's distress at night, especially his wife who he sleeps next to. Soon, more hauntings began attacking outside of dreamland. furniture would be damaged by the air itself, men's trousers would drop in moments of standing, even though they had them well fitted, and the servants would report to the sound of the ringing telephone, only to be met by the sound of loud oinks, squeals and "'''REEEEEEEs'''" coming from the other side. This began a rumour of a haunting that caused many to leave the residence in fear of their lives and the male's sexuality. The green chinned wizard, a close friend of the family was brought in from Georgia to inspect the manor for signs of haunting. From his cradle he used a makeshift compass using 2 pencils, a piece of paper with two sides written 'YES' & 'NO' to ask what the spirit required to return to the afterlife. After a long pause the compass began tilting and pointing pointing towards the words "WANT TO EXPOSE ME?". None knew what this meant or who written it and thus the family were unable to appease the ghost. Strange happenings continued getting stranger on such as gas lighting changing colour and shit being smeared all over the paintings. The shit smearing was the last straw and the Contreras made the decision to leave the house for good. | ||
=== 1984 === | === 1984 === | ||
A great many years the manor lay empty protected by heritage | A great many years the manor lay empty protected by The National Trust heritage. Rumours of the hauntings became folk lore in the Isle of Mann in which the Manor was situated. Many locals believed the haunting to be related to an ancient boar spirit known only as "The Mega Boar" in the local area. | ||
A wealthy explorer Lord William Willard moved into the manor and had it renovated to suit his exotic tastes. Construction workers and detailers made comments that the septic tanks on their portaloo's kept being mysteriously drained and that their credit cards kept getting mysteriously covered in human shit. These happenings were put down as worksite pranks and were ignored. When the Lord moved in, he was greatly disturbed by unusual shapes and sounds from the 3rd story windows of the manor. Tapping was heard on the windows where there were no trees nearby and a shadowy head seemed to erratically tilt from side to side as a long tongue, beard, or whatever was dangling from it's mouth from the corner of his eye. Upon a night where a violent electrical storm raged, a great bolt of lightening struck the roof and revealed a horrifying masked face in the window looking in. William had reportedly received injury from the sight as he jumped back and struck his head on a shield mounted above the fireplace after tripping over his V8 coffee table. | |||
William was slowly losing his sanity from the previously mentioned terrorism, but what he feared most was when his pager (even without battery) would constantly beep when he was alone and he reportedly received many faxes, sometimes at super fast printing speed, spilling outside the tray with the words printed in a brown coloured blood font repeating: "YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME?? YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME?? YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME??". Lord William said in a letter that he burnt these faxes. | |||
Lord William | One night however had Lord William in great peril. He had a feeling of a sleep paralysis nightmare where he watched The Faggot's ghost shove a jar up his ass and shatter in front of him, blood and glass spilling all over his bedroom as he wished that he had only at least not slept with his neck laying his head foward. The Faggot later inched and inched closer to him, pulling out of his chocolate starfish another jar, like an ostrich. With each step closer, William knew what's going to happen if he didn't break away from the paralyzing spell. He struggled, commanded every muscle to get him out of that bed, but with no avail, as he reached to a level where he pulled away his blanket and breathed down on him dead, stinking air. As he edged to touch the man, the vomit inducing smell, managed to give him the force to move away his head, then his body, and finally the legs. He crashed and tumbled as he made an attempt to escape from the madness, he tried to reach his Ford Mustang, but as he reached the front door, he realized something truly terrible. His door/car keys were left in his living room, he could get them, but that would require retracing and encountering the nightmare once again, as he anxiously ponders how to plan his escape, he was further distressed and distracted by calls by The Faggot, legible and not. He made the decision to go to the dining hall next to the front door and smash through the window with a chair, more shattered glass cut, bruised and injured him as he hobbled to his car, picking up garden hose head to the car, and he bashed and bashed at the car window as best he could, but not a crack yet shown, seemingly impossible compared to the old glass protecting the windows. Shortly the faggot appeared exiting the window in a crazed manner and landed onto the porch with all 3 legs, the third yanking at his tired penis. Poor William tried, with all his fear tried bashing quicker at the car window once again with the tool, setting off the car alarm which stopped the faggot in a daze, this gave him the chance to enter back through his window and went bled to the living room, panting and shivering, dashing and eyeing haphazardly for any gleaming sign of his keys on the table, finding them was easy but what he didn't want to find was the keys being laced with shit and blood, he wouldn't have touched them with a ten foot pole if he weren't in the situation he was in, with new found confidence, he behind the opened door, poising his hose head expecting the faggot, sure enough he came with his mangled prolapsed anus dripping his trail, William now ready lunged at the unsuspecting pigman and whacked him over the head with the thing, stunning him from the pain and giving William the chance to escape with the keys and to turn off the sound of the car. He cursed living in a rural plot of land for no one to hear him, nevertheless, complaining can wait another day. He got in his dapper automobile and shakedly having to rev up the car 5 times until it started running, for the first time in a long time, William felt relief and pains from loosing adrenaline washed over him. But as he absconded, The Faggot™ suddenly appeared over his windscreen jacking his flacid cock and the gear stick seemed controlled by The Faggots cock motions. The car drove off a cliff and into the sea. The police recovered the vehicle in the following days and found that even after days in the ocean, there was human feces all over the windscreen and a moray eel had reportedly made it's way up the Lord William's arse and died there. The house was then put on the market. | ||
=== 2023 === | === 2023 === | ||
Revision as of 15:52, 23 January 2025
The Faggot (the name he has given himself) is a self proclaimed humiliation fetishist. The faggot has been known to join Discord servers and 4chan threads to spam with his own copypasta to advertise who he is and begging to be humiliated. His real name is Mark something and I can't be bothered going back through groups to find it
The Faggot's infamous copypasta
Hey @everyone ! You may (or may not) recognize me... I took a bit of a break off discord but I'M BACK! OINK OINK SQUEEEEEELIf you don't know who I am, let me introduce myself!
I am The Faggot!™
Currently, I'm joining degen discord servers attempting to find anyone who may be interested in a particular dynamic... If you are a Straight, Alpha, Male who genuinely enjoys bullying, humiliating, d.0xxing, and exposing f.aggots. This message is for YOU!
I have accepted the fact that I will forever be a lolcow & I now choose to embrace it. I am looking for a Straight Man to bully me while I'm completely butt ass naked on cam in a pig mask.
I am willing to...
- write on myself with sharpie
- drink my own piss
- eat my own shit
- hold up my ID and SS card to the cam
- stick random objects up my ass
- (such as but not limited to; a toilet plunger, a flashlight, a banana, cigarettes, my toothbrush, and whatever else I may be able to find)
- +more!
- stick random objects up my ass
Of course you can...
- screenshot
- screen-record
- d0x me
- expose me to my family!I am also willing to handover access to my Gmail Account (or other accounts)!
Why?
Honestly, I just fucking love this shit. If you've got a bit of a fucked up mind, you might have some fun with this.
Misc.
- I only do this within private calls or group calls (but there is a limit as large calls can get overwhelming)
- Cam and Mic are required, however...
- I understand wanting to ensure anonymity for yourself; if you would feel more comfortable, I don't mind if you choose to wear a mask or at the very least position the cam so that only the bottom half of your face shows. I prefer seeing and hearing the reactions of straight men laughing at me. If you're interested, please Private Message me! REEEEEEEEEEE SNORT
I shit you not, This is what he actually spams on every server on discord.
The Faggot in media
The faggot has become so widely known on the internet, that he as even had various soyjaks made about him.
The faggot has also become a shitpost within many "degen servers" as he would call them.
Affiliates
The Faggot has been known to other infamous sissys online such as the happy taco and sissy julia although the relationship between the faggot and the happy taco specifically is mysterious with not much being known about it.
Appearance in Dr Gastronomical
The faggot appeared as a guest villain in Dr gastronomical where he latched onto the TURDIS in peespace and fed off it's faecal rays before the doctor detached him by doxxing him on ExposedFaggot.com. The faggot irl feeds on faecal rays as I once saw him literally stick his fingers in his arse during a stream and lick them. The mental image still makes me sick to this day
The Haunting of Exposé Manor
After his defeat by Dr Gastronomical, the faggot was hurled back through time and spent 1354 years in the EXPOSEDFAGGOTS.com purgatory. Once his imprisonment was at an end, The Faggot found himself in the year 1893 in rural Mann island. The Faggot was weak, weary and had nowhere to return to due to being #EXPOSED to his co-workers and family, ruining any chance of getting a job or hospitality, so he crawled into an abandoned mansion near his impact site where he later died of dysentery from eating his own shit.
1901
In our Lord's year of 1901, the Contrea's mining family took up residence in the same manor in which the faggot had passed years prior. The family and their servants had settled in and went about their business until complaints arose from the servants of a foul smell emanating from the floorboards in the dining hall. Lord Joseph Contreras himself commented "My gosh! What is that blasted stench that commits itself to assaulting my nostrils? Augh! Its quality of which matches as though something crawled up and died in this very house!" Upon inspection by the grounds keeper, a cadaverous man (The Faggot) was found in his iconic legs up, arse out position in the cellar with a strange mask with the words "FAG" printed upon it with a pair of pigs ears sewed to either side of the head.
The family called in the local coroner who inspected the body. Dr Tony Faucci made comment that the body was covered in human excrement and had a tongue far too long for a normal human. The body by this stage was stiff and sunken, and had taken on a blue hint. Forensics leader, Dr. Faucci commented "He's rotting you know...". The family had the body burned in location. Ironically, they had to sent out a servant to fetch a faggot of wood to burn the faggot himself.
The Contreras family were the first to notice strange happenings in Exposé Manor. At first, Lord Contreas' morning wood was more frequent and took longer to go away than typical, later he began to have reoccuring vivid nightmares of him committing buggery with the same corpse which had intimidated everyone witnessing it, only worse, it was animated. He these dreams would wake him up screaming in cold sweat, much to his family's distress at night, especially his wife who he sleeps next to. Soon, more hauntings began attacking outside of dreamland. furniture would be damaged by the air itself, men's trousers would drop in moments of standing, even though they had them well fitted, and the servants would report to the sound of the ringing telephone, only to be met by the sound of loud oinks, squeals and "REEEEEEEs" coming from the other side. This began a rumour of a haunting that caused many to leave the residence in fear of their lives and the male's sexuality. The green chinned wizard, a close friend of the family was brought in from Georgia to inspect the manor for signs of haunting. From his cradle he used a makeshift compass using 2 pencils, a piece of paper with two sides written 'YES' & 'NO' to ask what the spirit required to return to the afterlife. After a long pause the compass began tilting and pointing pointing towards the words "WANT TO EXPOSE ME?". None knew what this meant or who written it and thus the family were unable to appease the ghost. Strange happenings continued getting stranger on such as gas lighting changing colour and shit being smeared all over the paintings. The shit smearing was the last straw and the Contreras made the decision to leave the house for good.
1984
A great many years the manor lay empty protected by The National Trust heritage. Rumours of the hauntings became folk lore in the Isle of Mann in which the Manor was situated. Many locals believed the haunting to be related to an ancient boar spirit known only as "The Mega Boar" in the local area.
A wealthy explorer Lord William Willard moved into the manor and had it renovated to suit his exotic tastes. Construction workers and detailers made comments that the septic tanks on their portaloo's kept being mysteriously drained and that their credit cards kept getting mysteriously covered in human shit. These happenings were put down as worksite pranks and were ignored. When the Lord moved in, he was greatly disturbed by unusual shapes and sounds from the 3rd story windows of the manor. Tapping was heard on the windows where there were no trees nearby and a shadowy head seemed to erratically tilt from side to side as a long tongue, beard, or whatever was dangling from it's mouth from the corner of his eye. Upon a night where a violent electrical storm raged, a great bolt of lightening struck the roof and revealed a horrifying masked face in the window looking in. William had reportedly received injury from the sight as he jumped back and struck his head on a shield mounted above the fireplace after tripping over his V8 coffee table.
William was slowly losing his sanity from the previously mentioned terrorism, but what he feared most was when his pager (even without battery) would constantly beep when he was alone and he reportedly received many faxes, sometimes at super fast printing speed, spilling outside the tray with the words printed in a brown coloured blood font repeating: "YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME?? YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME?? YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME??". Lord William said in a letter that he burnt these faxes.
One night however had Lord William in great peril. He had a feeling of a sleep paralysis nightmare where he watched The Faggot's ghost shove a jar up his ass and shatter in front of him, blood and glass spilling all over his bedroom as he wished that he had only at least not slept with his neck laying his head foward. The Faggot later inched and inched closer to him, pulling out of his chocolate starfish another jar, like an ostrich. With each step closer, William knew what's going to happen if he didn't break away from the paralyzing spell. He struggled, commanded every muscle to get him out of that bed, but with no avail, as he reached to a level where he pulled away his blanket and breathed down on him dead, stinking air. As he edged to touch the man, the vomit inducing smell, managed to give him the force to move away his head, then his body, and finally the legs. He crashed and tumbled as he made an attempt to escape from the madness, he tried to reach his Ford Mustang, but as he reached the front door, he realized something truly terrible. His door/car keys were left in his living room, he could get them, but that would require retracing and encountering the nightmare once again, as he anxiously ponders how to plan his escape, he was further distressed and distracted by calls by The Faggot, legible and not. He made the decision to go to the dining hall next to the front door and smash through the window with a chair, more shattered glass cut, bruised and injured him as he hobbled to his car, picking up garden hose head to the car, and he bashed and bashed at the car window as best he could, but not a crack yet shown, seemingly impossible compared to the old glass protecting the windows. Shortly the faggot appeared exiting the window in a crazed manner and landed onto the porch with all 3 legs, the third yanking at his tired penis. Poor William tried, with all his fear tried bashing quicker at the car window once again with the tool, setting off the car alarm which stopped the faggot in a daze, this gave him the chance to enter back through his window and went bled to the living room, panting and shivering, dashing and eyeing haphazardly for any gleaming sign of his keys on the table, finding them was easy but what he didn't want to find was the keys being laced with shit and blood, he wouldn't have touched them with a ten foot pole if he weren't in the situation he was in, with new found confidence, he behind the opened door, poising his hose head expecting the faggot, sure enough he came with his mangled prolapsed anus dripping his trail, William now ready lunged at the unsuspecting pigman and whacked him over the head with the thing, stunning him from the pain and giving William the chance to escape with the keys and to turn off the sound of the car. He cursed living in a rural plot of land for no one to hear him, nevertheless, complaining can wait another day. He got in his dapper automobile and shakedly having to rev up the car 5 times until it started running, for the first time in a long time, William felt relief and pains from loosing adrenaline washed over him. But as he absconded, The Faggot™ suddenly appeared over his windscreen jacking his flacid cock and the gear stick seemed controlled by The Faggots cock motions. The car drove off a cliff and into the sea. The police recovered the vehicle in the following days and found that even after days in the ocean, there was human feces all over the windscreen and a moray eel had reportedly made it's way up the Lord William's arse and died there. The house was then put on the market.
2023
Trivia
- It's funny as hell to give the faggot details of a friend when he's horny because he will spam them asking to be humiliated
- The faggot utterly hates women. If he hears a female in a VC bullying him he will get angry
- The faggot is a coward he doesn't have the balls to follow through with being properly doxxed and will ignore you once he's had his fill of humiliation
- The faggot burned his iconic fag mask in mid-late 2024 without providing any reason when quizzed. I have since pressured him to remake it but have had no assurance
- Unfortunately for the Dung Eater, even The Faggot thinks he's a massive loser since The Faggot blocked him on discord in 2022 when the Dung Eater added him and tried to socialize with him and make him his henchman.
- The Faggot has never blocked Barf Bag though.