If you see anything about the obsessed Paper Academy on /pol/, don't investigate.

Before, I was just a normal /pol/ chud from Colorado, I had A10 eyes, and skin as white as snow, everyday I would BTFO Brazilians, Chileans, and Filipinos on their own threads, and make them leak oceans. One day, after making a random Mexican, leak, he declared that he would 'ox me, and then 'ape and 'ill with all his buddies, he said he would make me "pay" for all the pain and suffering I caused. He then sent an image of fanart from the video "Fundamental Paper Education", with a link consisting of gibberish below. Because I practice good operations security, and I am behind a double proxy at all time to protect myself from obsessed flamboyant people just like this one, I decided that I would have some fun, just this once. I proceeded to click on the link, snooning to myself, thinking it was just a simple ip grabber or something, "Nice try noon, nice try," the second I clicked the link was the point of no return.

Upon clicking it, It, my screen started flashing red and white, with text covered my whole screen reading "Yous has been tricked by me cracker, now you will suffer o algo," I then blacked out. When I woke up, the first thing I sensed was the smell of something metallic, like blood, paper, ink, and... the faint but noticeable stench of noons. When I opened my eyes, to my horror, I was at the entrance of a school, but everything I saw was made of paper, I was in FPE. The sign on the school read: "Paper Academy", with the subtitle painted in what looked like feces "heres, you will learn goods o algo." I pressed on, opening the front door, all the smells I described earlier intensifying. Suddenly, some Euromutt stepped Infront of me, proclaiming, in a British accent, "Welcome to Paper Academy, my name is Chris, new student representative, and I will be your tour guide for today." I was shocked to see another white person in a place like this. He must've seen the surprise on my face, so he whispered quietly in my ear, "I know how you got here, you must've clicked on that link too, I was a janny in Quotes cabal, and I clicked on it to investigate, and now I've been stuck here for months." I listened idly, "I dont even like FPE, I am a ZelligGod, but don't tell anyway else I said that. The point is, I think I've found a way out, but we need to work together to make it happen." I nodded, determined to escape this swarthy hell of a school.

Chris led me around hallways, stopping every once and a while to show me around a specific classroom or facility. I noticed that the student body was a mix of paper students and raisin skins, with the raisinskins out numbering paper. Finally, we arrived at the final stop, my first period classroom, and slipping me my schedule. "This is the end of your tour of Paper Academy, you'll enjoy it here." I blacked out again, and when I awoke, I was sitting at a desk in my first period class. I unfolded my scheduled, and I noticed on the back was a note reading "meet me in the gym storage classroom after school today, there, we can talk -Chris." I quietly ripped off the corner and stuffed it in my pocket. "Now we will do attendance ya kuchh aur." I looked towards the front of the room, and I saw that my teacher was a smelly person with a thick accent. "Tracy, Zayaan, Tryone..." When he got to me he stopped and stared, "and what is your name saar?" "Nuck Figgers," I responded. "OOOOOOH YES YES, that is a very gemmy name, just like me, Rohan Patel ya." I simply nodded, not looking to bring more attention to myself than my white complexion and blue eyes already were. "Today we continue our course on baiting nusois, everyone please open your course book to page 54." I was confused, as a had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but when I looked to my side, leaning on my desk was a backpack I didn't ever remember owning. I unzipped it, and sure enough, there was a book labelled "imageboard etiquette," with subtext reading "product of Jarty Education resources." I was revolted, the book looked brand new, but already had a terrible, musty and mold smell, and it felt tacky. I set the textbook on my desk, pulling apart the sticky pages until I arrived at page 54. I think it was talking about tiny white peckers, and it had an image of that tranime character Bernkastel attached, but it was so ESL I could barely understand anything. "Nuck, saar," I looked up. "What is answer to question 3." I glanced back at the textbook, reading question three, but, again, it was so poorly written, that I couldn't even guess what it was asking. Finally I answered the best I could "Uhh... do nusois really, geg." I froze, accidentally letting a geg slip out, I knew I was done for. "Oh nononono, yous are not answering correct, you will have to be punish." Suddenly, the door to the classroom swung open, and a several jarty chads came in, ripping me out of my chair. I tried to fight my way out, but the stench coming from them was so powerful that I couldn't breath, again causing me to pass out.

"Nuck figgers, been expecting you, o algo." I awoke in what seemed to be the principal, or some kind of administrators office, my nose penetrated with the smell of pungent braps, takis, and something else I couldn't place. The room was dark, and I could only make out the silhouette of a gigantic mexican man. "You, Nuck, very infamous around here, cracker who thinks hes better than all of us Wholesome FPE and Omori fans. You here wills learn to be just like us, whether you like it or not, o algo." I blinked, and I was in my second period classroom. For the rest of the day, I laid as low as I could, managing to stay out of trouble until the end of the day.

I headed to the gym storage room as quickly as possible, and sure enough, Chris was there. "Dont worry about us being caught, none of the raisinskins here ever use the gym anyways," he said. He continued, "As you know, I've been here for months, and I'm confident that this is a reality different from the one we come from." "Obviously, special" I responded. He sighed, "I haven't been able to test it yet, but if you've noticed, our whiteness causes some kind of disturbance to this place." "Are you trying to say their behavior isn't just caused by them being noons?" I asked. "Exactly," Chris responded, "I believe that if we combine our whiteness, then we can produce vantawhite, and through its power, we can escape this noonhell." "Are you joking, combining whiteness, really? I knew I shouldn't have bothered with a zelligchad like you." I was about to walk away when he grabbed my arm "Wait!" He beckoned, "Like I said, this isn't a normal reality, you can choose to believe me or not, but it's the only way if you really want to escape this place." I turned around to face Chris again. He pulls something out of his backpack that was radiating green, almost blinding light. "This is a thrembo artifact, due to its power, they're banned at the Paper Academy, but because of specialation of the students here, some noon just threw it into the trash. Tomorrow, we'll use this to escape." All I could do was nod, trusting his plan as the only out. I walked towards the double doors leading to the outside, but as soon as I opened them, I was right back at my first period desk. There really was no escaping here without a plan like Chris's.

After going through attendance with the smelly person teacher, he instructed us to open to page 64 of the same jarty education book as yesterday. I reluctantly opened the textbook to page 64, but this time it was different. The text had seemingly rearranged into something readable. "Ask Mr. Patel for a 'cord goon break in the bathroom, there I'll be waiting." "Mr. Patel," I interrupted, "Can I please have a 'cord goon break?" "Oh, yes yes, cord group goon very important for grow, be quick, wes still have to finish the todays reading now saar." I made my way to the bathroom, which was one giant unisex bathroom with no stalls, so it was easy to find Chris. "Skip the monologue today, I don't have much time before that smelly person gets suspanishious of me and comes and checks on what I'm doing." Chris pulled out the thrembo from his backpack, and instructed me to hold one end of it. He began to chant in some language I couldn't understand, probably some Quote 'cordspeak or whatever. Once he finished his chant, the artifact covered the entire bathroom in green powerful light, blinding me. When I opened my eyes, Chris's skin was glowing a powerful beaming white, comparable to that of the sun, and I was a disgusting light brown. "Now we can both get out of here," I said, but, instead, Chris just smirked, and with a powerful flash, he was gone. For the first time in my entire life, I began to leak, likely a side effect from my now swarthy skin. "OYYY YOU BACK STABBING 'CORD ADMIN 6 CABAL BAITING noon." My cries were drowned out by the sound of giant, earth shattering braps. "And now yous are see" I turned around, and behind me was the same humongous Mexican from before, only now, I could see his greasy, taki covered, disgusting, raisin skinned body in all its horror. "You sees little cracker, well now, noons, I are am the last person you have btfo'd on /pol/, you are think just click on simple link, but I really send you here with all my friend. I let that other cracker go, so I could teach yous a lesson, and now are stuck here with me forevers." I locked in the mirror, and to my horror, my eyes and skin were the color of raisin mixed with brimstone. "Here there is no escape, and you now slowly become FPEgods like us, you will understand soons."

Im writing this a few days later on a stolen ipad in an empty classroom, and I can feel myself transforming into a raisinskin. I don't have much time left until I am fully transformed. Please, if you don't remember anything else, just remember to never click on any links from noons, or you'll end up like me, trapped in noonhell.

Forever, o algo.

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