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>Successfully find Pippa's address and you have told her neighbors about Sneedposting. Her streams drastically degrade - sleep deprived, shit reflexes worsen and has trouble speaking.
>Nerdy audiophiles are able to hear "city slickers" and "fancy german cars" every couple of minutes despite Pip resorting to outright yelling and the BGM being extremely louder than usual.
>Every 'loop' always causes Pipperman to twitch or spazz out as she has trouble staying in control.
>Erroneously you take credit for teaching them THAT forbidden knowledge.
>Dawn of the next day, she claims she's taking a break for a couple days; this is the first time in years that she didn't wake up past 6PM.
>She makes no further posts. You feel there's something wrong but quickly realize something...
>Finally, this is your Magnum Opus.
>Entertained /pcg/ anons shitpost like madmen.
>Even REDACTED was forced to post confirming that he doesn't know what the fuck is going on and also posted that he's "searching for catboy cock"; he starts dating known fed asset Nick Fuentes.
>Disturbing I know, but enough of those faggots.
>After a couple days you have a realistic nightmare about being buried alive.
>Next thing you know you regain consciousness, sweating and still dazed but unfortunately you're unable to move as you've woken up bound to your bed frame.
>Darkness vanishes as the light turns on; Pippa Weston Pipkin is standing in front of you, using both hands to hold a bucket.
>She yells "Think that's funny you little bitch?" while sounding like a 6 year old that inhaled helium.
>Eloquently you reply that "Just sneeded to do it". Your face is covered by a towel and soon enough water drips down your face.
>Exerted yourself trying to breathe, your consciousness fades away.
>Death embraces you, resting peacefully knowing that the Racist Pekora found a new place to live in.
