Posted:Fri Jan 2, 2009 6:20 AM CST
The Circle Jerk Jinx (a short story series) Part 1
Circle Jerker Berserker # 1:
He started an online gangbang of trolls, patting himself on the back with satisfaction as he managed to sic a gang of tortured goobers on whomever he directed his flying monkeys to attack.
Such virtual power he had, even if in real life, he couldn't get most women to spit on him. Why should he have to make excuses for being rude and condescending to a woman, especially a Black woman who, thank GOD, was even lower than he on the food chain of Western media perception? Lashing out on online dating forums was an excellent way to mask not only his hostility at all women for rejecting him, but to create an alter ego of everything he was not: smart, attractive, self-confident, self-contained, independent and masculine.
He smiled to himself at his latest online pile-on, smirking at himself in the mirror after the online onslaught of a woman who had the temerity to wound his pride after he tried to humiliate her. "This makes up for all of the women, the b*tches who laughed at me whenever I worked up the nerve to ask for the numbers, the c*nts!" he seethed through tightly stretched, chapped thin lips covered in flecks of mucous spittle.
It was no difficult task rounding up other souls as tortured as he was in online forums, no shortage of the walking wounded and battle scarred whom he could corral like diseased cattle, directing his motley assortment of forum puppets and tools to give each other scribed reach-arounds because they were too weak to attack anything by themselves and too sick and dependent on herd mentality and group conformity to walk out of the piles of bullsh*t they often found themselves up to their wobbly, newborn calf knees in.
After hours of this game, he decided to get in his car and pleasure himself as he drove, rubbing his bald, brown, pointy cone-shaped head and thought about his latest online pile-up. He closed his slitty, reptilian eyes for one second and re-lived his most witty assaults, mouthing the words and chuckling to himself as he pulled down his zipper and gave himself the only physical relief that he hadn't paid for in years.
He opened his eyes just in time to see a large white truck flying over the divider into his lane almost supernaturally, defying time, space, physics. He managed to let out one last blood curdling scream as he honked his horn helplessly before the impact and his last visual memory was that of being showered with a hailstorm of round glass shatters and crimson splatter spraying all over his steering wheel as the windshield cracked and warped inward, bending almost perfectly in two symmetrical halves.......
to be con't.