Stone Cold

Stone Cold

“I am not part of the human race. Humanity has rejected me. The females of the human species have never wanted to mate with me, so how could I possibly consider myself part of humanity? Humanity has never accepted me among them, and now I know why. I am more than human. I am superior to them all. I am Elliot Rodger… Magnificent, glorious, supreme, eminent… Divine! I am the closest thing there is to a living god. Humanity is a disgusting, depraved, and evil species. It is my purpose to punish them all. I will purify the world of everything that is wrong with it. On the Day of Retribution, I will truly be a powerful god, punishing everyone I deem to be impure and depraved.“

-Elliot Rodger

Same. I am alone on Valentine’s Day. Brooding, zoning out. I get zero pussy. I am angry at the world and think a girlfriend could save me. I am celebrating whore killer day by drinking Starbucks and doing scratch offs. Nobody loves me in, and for that they should all just die. I look at these beautiful women and think why are;t they with a guy like me? I would treat them good. All my life I’ve been told I’m polite and generally just nice guy.

There’s this one girl I know. She’s very pretty compared. Most femoids are disgusting if you look at them long enough but not her. I stare at her from my car and watch her walk to her class. I notice the small things. Things I know no guy she’s ever been with has noticed. Though i have a feeling she hasn’t dated many. We met through an introduction assignment in my Biology class. We were paired together and and to share two truths and a lie.

I can’t talk to girls. With her it was excruciating at first. I avoided eye contact and spoke in short sentences. Immediately she complemented me on my shoes, a pair of Jordans I bought last week. I looked down and brought my eyes back uo to her smiling. Mesmerized instantly. Totally relaxed. We got into the assignment. Neither of us are interesting people so I won’t bore you with the details. None of that matters now anyway.

I’ve said this all before haven’t I? Or someone has. You know how the story goes. I never fucked her. The end.

What I want is revenge against everyone. I need ammo and guns. I need designer clothes and sports cars. Adoration is out of the question, fear is what I want out of people. Everything about me is better than most of the human race. I’m such a loser virgin.