(REALLY IMPORTANT) The harrowing and griping tale of my deathjak post
I had just woke up, I looked outside and realized it was midday. My alarm clock didn't go off again, this would mark the 15th day in a row where my ghetto slum in Durban, South Africa had its power cut due to violent civil unrest that has been plaguing my city for weeks.
I rushed to the nearest bus stop hoping I could catch the last bust that would bring me to the only internet cafe in my town so I could upload my deathjak post.
I made in just in time just to get pierced by a falling piece of rebar at a nearby construction site, I carried on regardless, knowing that the people of soybooru needed this deathjak post more than I needed to go to the hospital.
I managed to make it to the only computer still available and while I was bleeding with onlookers surronding me BEGGING me to go to the hospital. I sat for 10 hours straight and did nothing but work tirelessly on my post.
Right before I passed out, with my last bit of consciousness I clicked the upload button and hoped it would be enough to help me win this competion.
For anyone reading this please vote for my deathjak post, it would mean a lot to this little black boy's heart since The Premium Soyjak Archive is the only thing I have left after all my family members died in a violent car crash.
MUCH LOVE,
woman_respecter (Rukriala Njepchoge)
I rushed to the nearest bus stop hoping I could catch the last bust that would bring me to the only internet cafe in my town so I could upload my deathjak post.
I made in just in time just to get pierced by a falling piece of rebar at a nearby construction site, I carried on regardless, knowing that the people of soybooru needed this deathjak post more than I needed to go to the hospital.
I managed to make it to the only computer still available and while I was bleeding with onlookers surronding me BEGGING me to go to the hospital. I sat for 10 hours straight and did nothing but work tirelessly on my post.
Right before I passed out, with my last bit of consciousness I clicked the upload button and hoped it would be enough to help me win this competion.
For anyone reading this please vote for my deathjak post, it would mean a lot to this little black boy's heart since The Premium Soyjak Archive is the only thing I have left after all my family members died in a violent car crash.
MUCH LOVE,
woman_respecter (Rukriala Njepchoge)
1Please, good people of soybooru vote for my deathjak post. This little boy I have adopted and have been nursing back to is just crying thinking that his adopted father would lose this deathjak round. Look at him and find it in your heart to give me a vote.
(His name is gettyimages credit:karimshair) ignore the label I put on this picture
(His name is gettyimages credit:karimshair) ignore the label I put on this picture
this is so sad I'm going to vote for your post and I think everyone who doesn't for for yours is a racist white crackkka
Thank you so much sir. (blessings and good fortune for you)this is so sad I'm going to vote for your post and I think everyone who doesn't for for yours is a racist white crackkka
help
you are all racist
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