LOL TomPreston did it again!

"I don't care if you're offended! Your offense offends me, therefore I'm right!"

- Dobson, 2015

It's too late to do a major prank to celebrate 2000 pages (unless someone already had something going), but to do it right someone should make a tumblr account and go deep undercover. It's too obvious when one of us gets on Twitter and brings up stuff. What that "Brlana Wu" handle proved is that Dobson's gullible enough to believe someone is a legit feminist without checking. Get a few thousand Tumblr dweebs reblogging your persona's feminist crap (just lazily copy a lot of existing feminist crap), and then wait for Dobson to do something that can be construed as sexist like the batgirl cover deal, and then unleash your tumblr dweebs on him with pure unrestrained SJW speak.

#$%! maybe if I try it there'll be time to build a Tumblr army before we reach 3000k to do with as we please.

That's all I've got for trying to pull something on Dobson which is anything close to what's been done.

Well now, someone calls Tom out on his mental health card again? Good.

I doodled/scribbled a lil comic on my break but my potato phone won't take a decent picture.

But yeah. Dobson is being a typical SJW. Triggers and being sensitive to mental issues only applies to them, not to others they may effect.

So can other people see your replies when gyno and dobbo muted you?

Yes, the posts are still there, it's just that THEY can't see it. When you're blocked, you can't see what they post (unless it's on another persons thread) and you can't attempt to note them.

If you're muted, you can't send them a note, but you can still follow them. I'm surprised that Tom hasn't muted me at all yet, he just chooses to ignore anything I post.

Also...since I'll be away this evening, I would like to post my surprise 2000th post now.

I worked very hard on this, so no flames okay?! I don't want anyone correcting me on my masterpiece, so only praises will be alowed and any spellig errors ar inttentional you fuchs!

"The 2000th Page"

By WhiteOmega

NO FLAMES PLZ

He typed furiously on the keyboard, hoping that perhaps today would be the day. Andy, more commonly known as Tom Preston on the internet, always kept an eye not only on his Apple Iphone with his twitter accounts, but he would also wait. Wait to check his Patrion accounts as well as his Twitter feed. Today could possibly be that day. The day that he is finally acknowledged not only by his feminist friends, but possibly Brianna Wu would finally acknowledge his existence, even though he was a white privileged man. He patiently waited for his Mac to load up the internet page. Sweat that smelled sweetly like McDonalds french fries dripped down his forehead. He bit his lower lip. Finally the page loaded, he checked his notifications and inboxes to find...

Nothing. No new important notes, no new Patrions, nothing important other than the quiet praises he received from fans. However out of all twenty notes of encouragement there was one lone voice that had the audacity to ask him if he was going to ever update his DA page, because he 'loved seeing his artwork and missed it deeply'. Fuckers. All of them. How could they not see that he was trying to make a living off his artwork now! That they were basically ripping him off everyday with their free views of his artwork. Why oh why did they not leave him alone! He furiously vented on Twitter; those fuckers made him do this! It's their fault for criticizing him so badly that now he had NO choice BUT to vent out his side of the story. He was tired, tired of all the hate that always ruined his whole day.

“I'm going to go sleep now,” he wrote in his last tweet, “thanks to all these trolls and haters now I have no choice. It's their fault that I can't be more productive! Tom Preston, sighing out! SIGH...” he hit the enter key with the flick of his wrist and turned away from his computer. He looked around his apartment, cardboard boxes still stacked somewhat neatly throughout the living room. He was going to get around to unboxing everything, it's just he liked going at his own pace and whenever a visitor would say something about it, it just made him not want to do it all the more. That is, when the last visitor came over, they did. Come to think of it, when was the last visitor? He pondered and pondered about it, but it didn't matter anyway. He didn't need them, he didn't need his roommate girlfriend. She had left some time ago, he didn't remember why...it was probably her fault anyway. He looked at the time, it was almost five o'clock. If he hurried, he could beat the drive-through line at McDonalds! He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. When he looked inside, there was no cash. There wasn't any money in his checking account either and his credit cards were too full to put any more money on them. Tom sighed a very heavy sigh.

“If they only excepted my food stamps,” he sighed to nobody, “then I'd be set. I don't want to cook tonight...I really don't know how to...other than a microwave potato.” His stomach rumbled, demanding more McNuggets with a diet coke on the side. Suddenly he thought he heard someone opening his door. Nah, impossible. Nobody would come over, nobody did. Even if they did they would surely knock. His thoughts returned to the dilemma of dinner. Perhaps if he telephoned his parents he could hit them up for a few hundred bucks...or at least have them bring some McDonalds over with them for a 'visit'. He heard someone clear their voice behind him. He wasn't alone. He spun around. In the doorway of the kitchen was a tall thin man. He was leaning on his arm that rested against the doorway, his other hand resting on his hip.

“Hey Tom,” said the man, “just wanted to congratulate you on your 2000th page on EDF2,” the thin man's lips curled into a smug smile, “really, we're all very proud.” Tom could feel the anger boiling up.

“Get out of my house,” Tom bellowed out, trying not to let his voice crack, “why can't you guys just leave me alone! You've never done a thing for me ever!” The thin man smiled, and adjusted his stance, placing both hands on his hips.

“Now,” said the man, “that's just not true. I've given you money...even though it took you four months to finish the drawing.” Tom quivered in anger.

“It's YOU,” he pointed with pure venom in his voice, “you're that Baconmoose! You fuck! You and all the other EDF2 trolls can go chock on a dick!” Baconmoose smiled, he almost seemed happy that Tom remembered. He laughed, but it wasn't a smug trolling laugh...more as if Tom had said something cute.

“Well, I hope nobody will be choking tonight” said Baconmoose, “it'll ruin...your surprise.”

“Surprise? What surprise?” Baconmoose playfully waved for him to follow. Tom followed out of curiosity. When they reached the living room again, sitting on the couch was at least ten or more McDonalds bags, each one filled to the top with the greasy goodness.

“What is...” Tom asked blindly, his senses were overcome with hunger and the delicious smell of the food. Baconmoose chuckled.

“We just wanted to say, 'thank you' for all the laughs that you've given us over the years,” he said as he guided Tom down onto the couch, “We're all contributing something tonight...this is one of mine.”

“What do you-”

“Hush,” the thin man ordered, as he unwrapped a hamburger, “no more words.” Baconmoose took a bite out of the hamburger and chewed it for a moment. Then before he could think, the man pulled Tom into a embrace, kissing him passionately while forcing the masticated food inside his. Tom didn't...couldn't think. The foreign tongue, along with the blissful taste of the processed meat was overwhelming. Finally, the man finished the kiss and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Now,” he said in a whisper, “swallow it.” Tom did out of reaction to the command. He had never done anything like that in his whole 33 years of life...not even with another girl! Baconmoose smiled at him, while wiping away a speck of food away from his own chin.

“That was-” but again, Tom was interrupted when Baconmoose shoved the rest of the hamburger into his mouth. Normally a hamburger would be a lot for a person to put into their mouth, however, Tom had been doing that since he was ten so this dollar burger was no challenge to chew. Baconmoose almost purred as he unwrapped the next one.

“Got room for one more?” asked a new voice. Both Baconmoose and Tom turned to look at the new voice. Now standing in the doorway was SquatMeatThurst, standing in the doorway with groceries bags, filled with what was unknown.

“Bring your queer-ass over here,” called out Baconmoose, “there's gonna be plenty of Tom for everyone!” Before Tom could react, he had another burger forced into his mouth. He was being overwhelmed, soon there were two men stroking and caressing him, both whispering things to each other while one or the other would giggle. Tom's head was swimming, being feed McDonalds was one thing, but FREE hamburgers was another.

“This sausage fest got room for a pair of titties?!” Tom once again looked up, there standing triumphantly was Bunu, he pink hair blowing in some wind that had no effect on the others, eyes sparkling....wearing the largest strap-on Tom had ever seen.

“Girl~,” said SuatMeatThrust, “you can't have his ass, that's MY territory.”

“Yours?” asked Baconmoose.

“Why else do you think I'm called Meat THRUST!” he said thrusting his hips forward with a smile.

“Bitches please,” said Bunu pushing them aside, 'you all know that Tom is MY man,” she said with all the sass of every black woman in America, “so move all'y'all's gay bitch asses out of MY way so I can have me some of that fine fine Dobson ass!”

“Girl please,” said Baconmoose, “slow your roll. Why settle for the ass when you can have Preston Pecker?!” Bunu thought long and deep, what would be more satisfying...pounding Preston or Preston Pecker mockery?

“Well, fine then,” she said taking off the strap-on, “come on Tommy,” she said reaching down deep into Preston's pants, “lets see what we got here!” Tom whimpered. This wasn't sexy at all! Sure at first the food was good, but now he was at the mercy of a superior being. What he himself had always wanted to be.

“Daaaaamn,” sighed out Bunu, “I can't find the sonsofbitches you call balls! FUCK!!” She ripped the pants and underwear down and looked for them.

“Shit...still can't find 'em!”

“Cuz the fucker don't got them,” said Mortalsword tipping his cowboy hat up, gazing at the sight, “why don't you move out of the way and let a REAL man show you how it's done.” he picked up the strap on and looked at it.

“You got the Cumthruster 9000,” he said looking at her, “smart, it's perfect at what we wanna do.”

“D-Do what?” asked Tom with food still in his mouth by both Bacon and Squat.

“Quiet.” was all Mortal spat out. He put the strap on around his waist, and with a force that didn't seem possible with Tom's weight, flipped the man around on the couch.

“You keep looking for the fucker's supposed balls,” said Mortal to Bunu, “I'm going in DRY!” Now Tom attempted to squirm away but now there were other people holding him down. They were all there:

Jellybean, ThePrestonCritic, Doodleclown, Blandwagon, Pigeonhole, Snarks, GalacticFarts, DoubleDGook, MotorRoach, DNJACK, Lou 500, Repaint, MashedPotatoes,GeneralFaggotry, Gaegogi, Hammy, Jerk, Krokaodilian, FuanasEdan, UncleSchomo, Fleacollerindustry, Slimelurker and other's I can't be fuckin' bothered to name...all of them one way or another was either holding him down while touching him inappropriately or where masturbating vigorously while moaning “ah, fuck yeah TOM PRESTON FUCK FEST!!!”

Tom felt it. It was like a horse cock going in. Mortal showed no mercy in his entry thrust. Tom cried out, but every time he opened his mouth, someone would shove a burger in. Soon Mortal had a steady rhythm in his thrusting.

“You like that bitch,” asked Mortal with gritted teeth, “you like this fake cock in your ass?”

“What's wrong Tom,” said UncleSchomo mockingly, “I though you liked McDonalds, don't you want to finish these?” Tom was unable to answer, he was seeing sparks and felt funny down below. He didn't notice some of the other users as they took the remaining food into the kitchen.

“Oh!” said Pigeonhole, “I see it, I see it! Look!” As if for the first time, Toms' slowly emerged.

“It's so little,” said GobbleDGook, “it's kinda cute!”

“Hello 'iddle baby ,” said Jellybean who playfully stroked the tip of as if petting it, “hello little guy!”

“Move out of my way you whore bitch-slapped fucks,” bellowed out Bunu as she mercilessly pushed users away, “THAT MICRO COCK IS MINE!!” and with a similar force of a vacuum did Bunu's lips surround the entire length of Tom's three inches. Tom gasped. For the first time in his life was he finally getting a blow-job that wasn't from himself.

“Get the cock pump ready,” said Mortal to the others, “this boy is about to go into orbit.”

Meanwhile, the other EDF2 members grew curious as what was happening on the pussy threads known as the DA subsection when they could hear the moaning.

“What the shittin' fuck is going on over in pussy fuck central,” inquired LikeIcare as if he truly cared.

“Fuckers are finally fucking the fucker.” said Endensten all cool like...as to not give away that she was deeply turned on by all this.

“Is it at least hot to watch,” asked Uberfuckin turning to the authority of fap, Scumhook. Scumhook looked down at the scene that was playing out. The orgy before them all of moaning and fat-fuckey. He slurped back in the saliva and without gazing away he said in his raspy slurpy voice,

“Ughu....this shit is....UNFAPPABLE!” he said reaching down his pants and started to stroke his member regardless of the unfappapleness of it all.

“I though you said it wasn't?” said Endensten, but was answered with Australian grunting and more slurping sounds.

“Zainger,” asked ILoveJesus69, “can we finally lock the damn Preston thread now?”

“....Ugh....NO!” moaned Zainger as he and Oddguy were making out, come over from all the sex smell in the air..while Lasurus+ filmed it.

Back at the sex scene, the others had pureed the hamburgers and fries and nuggets into a thick dark soup and had put it into a large feeding tube with plunger. They forcefully put it past Tom's mouth and down his throat, while on the other end the Cumthruster 9000's cumming action was being loaded with bottles and bottles of soda. Tom's world was only pain and pleasure. The humiliation and thrill of being the sex thing of his mortal enemies, the food...the inflation! It was all too much to bear...lol get it?

“Here IT CUMS!” yelled out Mortal as he pused the button on the Cumthruster. The Cumthruster began to ejaculate the soda deep into Preston's ass with such a force that it nearly shot Mortal backwards. The feeders in front at the same time pushed down as hard as they could on the plunger. The pressure quickly mounted inside Tom's tummy. He was growing bigger and bigger and it felt sooooo good. Suddenly, he could feel it. This was it. He was going to...

*BOOOOOOM*

Tom Preston exploded with tremendous force. Blood, guts, spit and ass was flying everywhere. All of the DA subsection was rolling around in the blood and shit and ass, all reaching a climax that none had reached before nor will ever reach again.

And then they all died of mega-AIDS.

The End.

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And no bitching if I left you out...because I don't care.

Oh hohoho, I see. This is why Dobbo opted to mute people over blocking in tweeter. He is quite the devil. Few of those follower probably people who got pissed off at him and got muted. And he wanted people to see his opinion without feedback. So this is why he love tweeter so much.



... yes, I realize that now.

Well, technically speaking, you can censor yourself, and it's respectful to do so(i.e. don't swear in front of kids because parents have enough shit to deal with, don't cluck the word nigger at the guy at Wendys, etc.), and the artist has every right to want his art pulled from the issue, that's his business. We disagree with the reasoning for pulling it, but that he had every right to do so.

BUT. The people advocating for pulling the cover because it triggered them or they found it offensive? That is censorship, you dense fuck. By trying to prevent them from being able to sell it you are in fact trying to censor that comic by removing the option of being able to buy it because that option is "offensive". When it's nothing. If that cover offended you, that sucks. If it triggered you, that really sucks. But that's kind of what the cover was designed to do. The Joker isn't a character for thin-skinned readers. The issue isn't with the artist nor DC about censorship, it's about the idiotic complainers, COMPLAINERS, not fans, because those that took so much issue weren't going to buy the comic anyway.

So thick. Gonna need the irony saw.

Someone does something that can be interpreted offensively to rape survivors. They're awful how dare they. People object to the objections, they're awful how dare they.

YOU say something that can be interpreted offensively to people with mental health issues. Someone takes issue with you for that--THEY'RE AWFUL HOW DARE THEY?? 'Oh you misinterpreted me you're just wrong there's nothing triggering about that' YOU SOUND EXACTLY LIKE THE FUCKING DEFENDERS OF THE JOKER COVER YOU HYPOCRITE

It's OKAY to be defensive about art, but everyone will have a different opinion so arguing gets you nowhere. But that's because art is subjective. You using a hashtag to make a reference to your barely existent mental issues? That's a situation that is not as gray. So you telling someone that they shouldn't have been offended means nothing and you taking such offense from it also helps nothing, especially when you treat those issues like they're to be ignored or worthless. You're mocking a dude who was troubled by something. It's just one dude, you could at least be polite instead of a dick by dismantling all of his complaints and excusing them and making it not your fucking fault.

Oh and btw: the way he flaunts his mental issues makes it very fucking apparent that he is NOT depressed. Depressed people don't throw it around to laugh at it, they can't. If you truly believe something is wrong with you that's not something you're gonna bring up at every occasion as a joke or excuse. "oh if I can't laugh at it what can I do" You can fucking handle it and not mock it. "I can't work because I'm sad because stuff" is not depression, that's being a petty child.

I was like 'Pff, I'm not gunna read this long-ass thing unless it has me in it.'
But it did, so I read it. Now I'm triggered and I'm having five hundred panic attacks a day. So I can't work anymore. You owe me eight hundred dollars for rent.

Maybe you need to go and take a nap.

Omg that fic...

Also here we go:

more dobson bringing his stuff into other things and stuffs and walas and eeeeehs

Good. Maybe the hivemind will turn on her, and she'll finally get her comeuppance for being an incestuous pedophile.

Of course, she won't see a day in jail, so justice will likely never be served for her sister.

@Bold: More than nothing... Well, except that one guy crying to Dobbles that he's a person and not a troll, and Ink-Dude trying to point his bad behavior out... (Not a bad attempt of trying to turn Gynostar on him though, Ink.)

Outside that, it's all been Dobbles going off about his lesbian fetish... And once in a while going off on a rant about how he's CONSTANTLY being trolled. You know, despite nothing but positive attention and hug boxing going his way? His DA aside from that one guy commenting basically being dead... No one posting anything that would get him onto some sort of rant?

You know, it'll never be at the 2000th page, but maybe something will ruin him.

Its a slow demise for him honestly. I dont see how anything would turn around if he keeps that shitty behaviour.

hi ppl im durnk

Off topic, but please tell me this isn't real.