The Faggot

A cropped image of the faggot in his iconic mask

An example of the fag being annoying as fuck in my DMs begging to be bullied by a straight white man

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!

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.

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His arch nemesis: Evil Faggot

• 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

One of the many soyjaks made in honour of the faggot

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. In 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

After many years of carrying a haunted reputation, word had spread far and wide and many now knew the manor as a place of great danger. A group of ghost hunters who lived in their mother's sheds were commissioned by the Isle of Mann's local MP (The Hon Jeffery Shroomstien) to identify the ghost and seek a way to banish it by all means necessary. The Hon Jeffery Shroomstien desired this outcome so that the manor could be converted into a new gay night club known as "The Shame Show Theatre". {Also see: Strict Scary Teacher}

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One of the Faggots known appearances was in Doctor Gastronomical

The group of ghost hunters consisted of Moist Cr1tikal, Wings of Redemption, Arcade Crainiacs, The Irate Gamer, Hunter Biden and Derek Chauvin. The hunters arrived at the manor in their white van, now sorrowful, decrepit, moldy and unstable with age and neglect. They headed into the manor with their spirit boxes, UV torches, EMF readers and temperature sensors. Things kicked off quickly when Hunter Biden entered the house first crackpipe in hand and was possessed by the Faggot out of view of the others. Upon the other three walking in, the group was shocked to see a naked hunter on the ground with his anus exposed and arms wrapped around the back of his legs. He had covered himself in his own shit and was waving his hands around like a giant demented toddler as his tongue hung out. On his forehead the word "FAG" had been written onto his head with a pen knife. Charlie, as the group leader sagaciously commented "ok so this is just weird and goofy. No one wants to see you do that so I'm gonna put you down". Charlie then handed Hunter a fent laced crack pipe and he instinctively smoked it in an instance. Hunter then said "Oh shit please man I can't breathe I'm not that kind of guy man please momma" and promptly died. Derek Chauvin chortled aloud, after that event, the remaining group decided to split up.

Wings of redemption being the tub of lard he is went straight for the downstairs kitchen to check for the ghost and have a quick snack while he was at it. As he was making a bacon sandwich, the lights flickered and Wings could hear a pig snorting through the spirit box. He turned around and saw the faggot on a table surrounded by vegetables on a plate with an apple in his mouth. Wings released his bowels onto the floor and The Faggot™ squealed in excitement and jumped into the puddle and disappeared. Wings still in shock, screamed: "I can't DO IT! I can't take this SHIT no more!" and headed for the exit, blubbering all the way and saw writing in a recipe book on the counter. It read, 'I used to be a chef you know. I loved my job until one day somebody #EXPOSED me to my co-workers with pictures of me doing my thing". Wings took the book and "ran" back to the van as fast as his fat laden legs could carry him.

Derek Chauvin was upstairs with the Irate Gamer, his temp gun out. They had a reading of 13.54 degrees in the library and went to investigate. On the wall was a classical painting of a slightly overweight Mexican man with a curly moustache standing naked on a cliff. The paintings title was Baron Harry Taco. As the two gazed upon the painting, they smelled a putrid stench. Chris looked around slowly, with a dumbass look on his face, whilst Chauvin jerked around, darting the gun all over until both slowly lay their eyes on The Faggot, peering in the darkness from behind them, looking over Chauvin's shoulder with an open mouthed smile displaying his shit covered tongue. Derek recoiled in horror and backed into the painting, whilst Chris Bores whipped out his orgone energy reader to measure orgone on The Faggot, not caring about Derek's safety. The Faggot™ approached him but stopped and looked up and saw the painting. The Faggot™ screamed at the painting and ran. Derek dropped to his knee and took a deep breath and the two headed back to the truck.

Finally Charlie was in the cellar of exposé manor. He could feel a dark energy coming from the place in particular and suspected this to be the ghost room. Within the air hung a malodours scent of human excrement. There lay in the corner of the room a PC which flickered on in the corner of Charlie's eye. He swung around around and on the screen in big bold letters was a webpage called "EXPOSEDFAGGOTS.com". Charlie looked at the site and saw many sissy fags the likes of which he had never seen before. Many were greatly aged and had photoshopped themselves into compromising positions alongside their doxx details. Charlie muttered 'ok so this is really goofy. Why would anyone ever use this website?'. At the utterance of these words, Charlie's phone went off and it was an email from someone named Master Ashton. The email read as follows:

"Dear reader,

It has come to my attention through channels I shall keep secret, that this manor has become the home of a dark and malevolent spirit. This spirit was sent from a different universe to our own and has perished within these walls. His soul could not rest due to him dying without his final wish being granted. Being #EXPOSED to his friends and family. The name of this soul is Alec Westbrook and he passed in 1893. His remaining descendants are grand nieces Clarice and Hannah Westbrook. Good luck.

Warm regards, Master Ashton"

Attached to the email were pictures of the faggot wearing his iconic mask while naked and cover in his own poo. Charlie rushed back to the truck in an instant to meet with his fellow ghost hunters and break the news. Hunter Bidens body had been returned to the van and the group decided that before dealing with the ghost, they would give Hunter a proper burial.

The group headed to the beach and loaded Hunter's body onto a boat and loaded it with his worldly possessions which merely consisted of a pound of crack, his laptop and 4,000,000 hryvnia. They pushed the boat out to sea doused in oil with a black sun flag flying atop the mast. Arcade Crainiacs fired a flaming arrow at the boat as it drifted out and it burst into a glorious blaze. All the group pumped out an Elon Musk salute towards the sunset and with tears in his eyes, Wings cried aloud 'Good night sweet prince!'. The group then headed back to the van to deal with the spirit responsible for Hunter's murder. They were resolved to make this murder it's last.

Charlie recapped to the group what occurred in the cellar and then it clicked. 'So hang on' said Derek 'What this suggests along with the historic recounts of deaths that occurred here, is that this ghost just wants to be exposed for being some kind of homosexual?'. It would appear that way from what I saw in the kitchen. It all seems to add up' added wings. 'Well lets get started then shall we? Let's send these images from this "Master Ashton's" email to these women and see what happens' said the Irate gamer. Charlie headed to the computer in the van and said 'Alright then. Lets see if this works'. Charlie logged into his social media and searched up their women's names on Facebook and found them. Charlie uploaded the images of the faggot and mentioned the Clarice and Hannah with the heading 'nice ancestor you have there'. Both women responded with "ewwww wtf" and "I'm blocking you". The group looked around the van and nothing seemed to have happened. 'Ummmm we need to go in and exorcise this spirit. Let's prepare the spirit circle' Charlie announced and the whole group headed back into the house. Using their EMF readers the group picked up items of personal significance to the faggot. These were an ear from his mask, a sharpie, a piece of paper with his google login details and a poo covered dildo. They made a circle from salt and arranged the items in different points on it. 'We need to summon it. He's gone shy on us' Derek said. 'We need a way to make him angry' Charlie added. 'I think I know how' said Arcade Crainiacs. 'The ancient scripts found in this house say that he likes to be bullied by straight white men. What happens if we get some bitches in here to bully him?'. At these words the light fittings in the roof burst and all the windows on the ground floor blew out as if from an internal explosion. The circle erupted into swirling flames and a dark cold wind filled the room. The group turned and looked and flashing in the circle was The Faggot. This time he was not happy. His eyes burned red and his teeth grit together as he frothed at the mouth. He reached his hand towards the group and they all fell to their knees then flopped on their backs and could feel a force acting upon then. The faggot was trying to force them into his own iconic postion. 'FUCK I feel like my back is about to break' Wings cried in pain. 'Oh God I CAN'T BREATHE' Screamed Derek. 'CHARILE! FOR FUCKS SAKES EXPOSE HIM! EXPOSE HIM NOW!' yelled Arcade Crainiacs. Charlie used every last bit of his strength and pulled his phone out of his pocket against The Faggot's power. He uploaded the pictures of the faggot to his youtube page as a community post with the caption "This is Alec Westbrook. Everyone laugh at and bully this faggot" and clicked post. Charlie screamed and showed this post to the faggot. Suddenly the faggots face changed and the telekinesis stopped. The faggot fell to the ground blank faced and the whole group stared at him in anticipation of what would happen next. Charlie breathing heavy stood up and said 'You've been exposed to over 16 million people along with your family faggot. What are you gonna do now?' A giant smile stretched over the faggot's face end to end. He then adopted his famous position and started waving his hands around in a frenzied delight as his giant tongue flopped from side to side and screamed in happiness. above the faggot a giant portal appeared and from there appeared to be a giant busted human anus. The anus opened and from it crept down a giant meaty prolapse that dropped onto the faggot and devoured him whole in a similar fashion to dalek sec voring that guy from that one episode of Dr Who. The Faggot's cries of happiness were now muffled by the prolapse and it retracted back into the giant anus. With squeaking fart, the anus clenched shut and the portal closed. The group sat in silence at what they had just witnessed. The silence was broken by wings saying 'Well, I don't know about you guys but I could use some lunch right about now'. The whole group erupted into uproarious laughter and embraced each other knowing that the faggot had been sent back to his own dimension and that Exposé Manor was now free of hauntings and that those who had perished by the faggot's shit covered hand had been vindicated. As the group loaded into the van with a course set for Wendy's (so wings could get his chili) they looked at the sunset gleaming in the backdrop of the manor and knew that in doing something that may have seemed mean to some, they had saved countless lives and put a degenerate fag to rest. Exposé Manor would never suffer from haunting again and was eventually renovated into the famous shame show theatre.

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, for 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, but who the fuck cares about that.
  • A new faggot mask was created and is in the hands of some Discord femboy called Candello.
  • The Faggot hates women and will leave stream if he hears one bullying him