/soy/ - Soyjaks

Hello, I would like to remain anonymous, as this story has deeply affected me, and I want to avoid harassment from those looking for more information about this potential lost media within the soysphere. I have been an avid Soyteen ever since before the site existed, back in the day on the original 4chan Qway. I've grown closer and closer to the Sharty and its userbase as I've lurked for the last half a decade, but what I encountered was deeply disturbing and changed my entire outlook on our culture, the admins, our history, our raids, and everything else. If you don't want to hear this because you're a young caca, please leave now. This is the story of why Quote did what he did on 1/28.

It was a calm Wednesday morning; I'd already had breakfast. I looked at my schedule and realised I was free for the day with nothing to do around the house or anywhere else. I thought I'd just rot at my PC for the day lurking moar. I mean, it couldn't hurt that much. I knew the worst I'd probably see was 'cado or maybe some gore if I went on /pol/, but I'd gotten used to it even if it still deeply disturbed me. I thought I'd check /mtv/. It was nothing much, really, nothing I was interested in, which was pretty boring. I had no ideas for Gemmy threads either, so I just sighed and clicked onto /raid/ to see if I could help with something I wasn't good at doxxing, but I thought I might as well. It was also pretty dry. "Why are the 'logs so stale today?" I thought before clicking onto /qa/, I looked at it, and it was still nothing special. I was getting annoyed now, so I just went to /soy/. I knew it was the home of really brimmy bait, but it would be more interesting than the rest of this coal.

The first thing I saw when clicking on /soy/ was a relatively active thread, a flash game thread. "Oh shit, finally something good," I chuckled. I clicked on the most recent .swf, and it loaded. It was a simple game called "Rapeson Chase". I was playing as Impish, and I smiled. He was my favourite variant; he brought a warm, fuzzy feeling into my heart. It said to click space to start, so I followed. It was a pretty simple game; it reminded me of Doodle Jump. It was my favourite game when I was a cacaborean. "Woah, it's like this game was made just for me," I kekked, knowing how ridiculous that would be. I continued onwards, pressing space as the floor beneath Impish was replaced by the air as he hopped high onto the next platform. I had gotten pretty far and was at a score of 69. I was proud of myself, and Impish looked happy too… Then I messed up. I went for the jump and fell. I was annoyed but thought it'd just restart at the beginning. Once Impish hit the ground, I suddenly heard a sickening CRACK! and turned my head back to the screen. Impish was lying there on the floor, his legs destroyed by the impact. I heard groaning. I was scared but thought it was just some sick joke until… it happened

Rapeson emerged from the bushes in the background. I swear he looked at me. He laughed in a wicked tone before shushing me. Impish tried desperately to crawl away, and I spammed the A key on my keyboard trying to help him, but it was too late. Rapeson grabbed Impish's hips. The swf. corrupted. I couldn't see anything, and I was getting the basic ruffle error, but I heard it. I heard the sickening tear of skin, and that same laugh. I tried to shut the tab, but it suddenly filled the screen. My screen was filled with DNB and 'p', and a loud text-to-speech voice yelled, "HEY, I'M WATCHING DAISY'S DESTRUCTION!" from my speakers over and over again as my monitor was filled with more and more sickening photos and videos. I unplugged my computer, and not only did it keep going, it got louder. I was gasping for air, panicking, before finally throwing my computer to the ground. It smashed into little pieces like Lego, and it finally stopped. I fell to my knees crying and shaking, horrified.

Suddenly I heard the same laugh, but behind me. I shook, going cold. As I slowly turned around, I saw something red on my bed. It was a 20-inch Bad Dragon covered in spikes and stained with blood. There was a note. I anxiously reached out and grabbed it. It read, "Your next…" I quickly scrambled back to the sharty on my phone to report the file to Jannys, but the site was down, which quote later blamed on a DDoS attack, but do not believe him.

This is why Quote did what he did on 1/28. This is why Quote changed the rules. This is why I hate this site