part 1

So i was out on lake woe-is-me, just trying to relax and maybe catch something for once, when all of a sudden, i feel this huge tug on the line. like, no joke, i thought i’d hooked a freakin’ whale or something.

i’m reeling this thing in, sweating like i’m in some kind of strongman competition, and what do i pull up? a dude. not a fish, not a log—an actual guy.

he’s soaked, looking like he just got flushed out of a toilet, and i’m standing there like, "uh… who are you?"

he coughs up some lake water and says, "name’s whokebe. yeah, i know, weird name. and no, i have no clue how i ended up here."

so now i’m thinking, great, i just pulled up a nutcase. before i can figure out what to do, i hear someone shouting from a boat nearby. it’s mr. jinx, the guy who looks like he hasn’t smiled since ’92, and he’s giving me the death stare.

turns out, whokebe here is jinx’s "big catch." jinx starts yelling about how whokebe is his and waving around a fishing net like a maniac. i’m just trying not to die laughing at the whole thing.

whokebe looks at me and goes, "yeah, he’s been chasing me for years. something about proving he’s not cursed, blah blah blah."

i’m like, "dude, i don’t want any part of this." next thing i know, whokebe does some olympic-level dive back into the lake and disappears.

jinx just stands there, looking like i ran over his dog, and then speeds off, probably to keep hunting for his precious whokebe.

and me? i cracked open a beer, leaned back, and figured this is gonna make one hell of a story. sometimes, it’s the weird stuff you don’t plan for that’s the most fun, right?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5594424&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5309370",#48086467)

so here i am again, couple weeks later, enjoying a quiet day on lake woe-is-me, when i spot something thrashing near the shore. now, this lake has a reputation, so i figure it's probably another weird encounter waiting to happen. sure enough, as i get closer, who do i see but whokebe, flailing around like he's being chased by a swarm of bees.

"hey FRIEND!" whokebe shouts as soon as he sees me, paddling his inflatable raft with the grace of a headless chicken. "you gotta help me. jinx is here again."

i pause, trying to stifle a laugh. "whok, what did you do this time?"

"it's not what i did—it's what he's doing!" whokebe's voice is all high-pitched and panicky. "i saw him! he was hiding behind those trees, but when i looked again, he was gone! and now his alts are everywhere!"

i glance around. there's a fisherman on the shore, minding his own business. "whok, that's just some guy fishing."

whokebe shakes his head, his eyes wide with fear. "that's exactly what jinx wants you to think! he's got hundreds of alts, they’re everywhere, and they're all jinx!"

i raise an eyebrow. "so, you're telling me that fisherman over there is jinx in disguise?"

"Exactly, you can never be too sure!" whokebe's still paddling in circles, convinced that jinx—or one of his alts—is lurking around every corner. "you think you're safe, but then BAM! jinx, right in your face! i'm telling you, son, they're sneaky!"

i can't help but smirk. "so, what's your plan? Keep paddling in circles until jinx gets dizzy?"

whokebe stops paddling for a moment, looking at me like i've just suggested he swim with sharks. "you think this is a joke? jinx has been after me for years!"

before i can respond, whokebe's eyes dart to the horizon, where a distant boat is just barely visible. his face goes pale. "oh no, that's gotta be a jinx alt! he's coming right for me!"

i squint at the boat. it's too far away to make out any details, but i know it's not jinx. "whok, that's literally just another guy on the lake. you're paranoid."

"you don't get it!" whokebe hisses, his paranoia hitting new heights. "that's what jinx wants you to think! they all look normal until it's too late! then, i gotta get out of here"

"where are you gonna go, whok?" i ask, genuinely curious what his escape plan is this time.

"anywhere but here!" and with that, whokebe starts paddling away with all the urgency of a man fleeing a burning building.

"good luck with that," i call after him, shaking my head as he paddles into the distance, still ranting about jinx and his army of alts.

as i watch whokebe disappear from sight, convinced that every boat, every shadow, and even the damn clouds are part of jinx's elaborate conspiracy, i can't help but crack a smile. lake woe-is-me never fails to deliver when it comes to pure, unfiltered madness.

and honestly? i wouldn't change a thing.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5594424&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5309370",#48088062)

it had been a few weeks since i last visited lake woe-is-me, and as i walked toward the shore, i wasn't expecting anything unusual. but, of course, there was whokebe, sitting there with a bandage on his head, looking like someone who'd taken a wrong turn at a first-aid class and ended up in an action movie.

"hey buddy!" he yells, smiling like nothing's ever gone wrong in his life. "you'll never guess what's new."

i already know whatever he's about to say is going to be odd, but i play along. "whok, what happened to your head?"

he waves it off like it's no big deal. "oh, this? just a little accident during one of my medical consultations. you know, doctor stuff."

i have to laugh. "doctor, huh? didn't realize you were one"

"oh yeah," he says, nodding with a straight face like this is completely normal. "spent some time in australia. i'm an oncologist out there. real remote. basically, it's just me, a kangaroo, and a scalpel."

"australia, huh? must be a tough gig."

"oh yeah, but you know, it's what i do. saving lives in the outback. don't want to bore you with the details." he says this like he's on a mission from god, but got stuck in the wrong zip code.

"i'm sure," i reply, stifling a grin. "i'll give you a call next time i need a check-up."

"you should! you won't find a better doctor anywhere."

"oh, and guess what? i got married recently."

i raise an eyebrow. "married, huh? when did that happen? what's his name?"

whokebe chuckles, completely missing the sarcasm. "it's a she, genius. she's welsh and hungarian. stunning, exotic, you know? we're having a baby in december. doctors say it's going to be the most perfect baby ever. no surprise there."

"welsh and hungarian? quite the combination," i say, skeptical

"oh yeah. her accent's crazy—sometimes welsh, sometimes hungarian, sometimes both at the same time. keeps things exciting." he says

i can't help but smirk. "so what's the baby's name going to be?"

whokebe pauses, like he's about to drop some ancient wisdom. "we're thinking of something strong... like jamala. jinx mentioned it once, thought it had a nice ring to it. figured why not?" he says this like it's the most normal thing in the world, completely oblivious to how weird that sounds.

the mention of jinx takes me back to the first time i dragged him out of the lake. "speaking of names, what's up with jinx? i never understood why he was so desperate to catch you that day."

whokebe's face darkens for the first time. "well, it wasn't just about fishing with jinx. it's... complicated."

"how complicated?" i ask, leaning in, fully expecting this to be another one of his delusions.

he shifts uncomfortably, avoiding my eyes. "look, jinx wasn't just trying to catch me for sport. it was... more personal."

i raise an eyebrow, unsure where this is going. "personal how?"

whokebe stammers, his confidence wavering. "look, jinx has his... issues, okay? i don't want to get into it."

deciding not to push further, i change the subject. "so he's still after you?"

whokebe's face brightens instantly, glad to switch gears. "oh yeah. jinx is everywhere. he gets inside your head, lives there rent-free. i've missed out on so much—bitcoin, real estate, women, you name it. all because of him."

i stare at him for a second, trying to keep a straight face. "uh-huh."

"but i'm still doing good, you know. saving lives and all that."

i snort. "sounds like you've got a lot going on."

"you don't even know," whok says, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh like he's been personally wronged by the universe. but then, just like that, he flips the switch again, grinning like a child. "but hey, life's great! i've got my career, my wife, my perfect baby on the way. and us—look at us! we're friends now, right?"

i grin, half-amused and half-curious how he even manages to function. "yeah, whok. we're friends"

"exactly! this is gonna be our year, i'm telling you," whokebe says, practically bouncing as he stands up. he waves as he walks off, still babbling about how perfect his life is going to be.

as i watch him disappear, i can't help but grin. whokebe might be living in his own bizarre reality, but somehow, he makes mine a little more bearable.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5594424&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5309370",#48103215)

What are the readers interested in?

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fall had settled over lake woe-is-me, wrapping everything in that quiet, eerie calm. i figured it’d just be me and the rustling leaves today. but then, from behind, i hear this awkward shuffle, and sure enough, whokebe appears, stumbling down the path like he’s just wandered in from another dimension.

he plopped down on the log next to me, rubbing his hands together like he was about to deliver state secrets. “what's new, whok?” i asked, half-curious, half-bracing for whatever bizarre answer was coming.

“oh, you know, the usual,” he said, straight-faced, like his "usual" wasn’t a steady stream of strange encounters and outright nonsense.

i nodded, playing along. but then it hit me. “wait, hold on—congratulations, man! you must be a dad by now, right?”

whokebe looked at me, face blank. “what are you talking about?”

“the baby you told me about over the summer? wasn’t it due around now?”

there was a long pause, one of those where you wonder if you’ve said something you’ll regret. finally, whokebe blinked and scratched his head. “oh, that baby. yeah... well, you know how it is. we decided to wait. figured we’re still young, might as well enjoy ourselves a little longer.”

he said it so casually, like he was rescheduling dinner plans, but something about the way he said it didn’t sit right. i couldn't help but wonder if this mysterious welsh-hungarian wife of his was real. but before i could dwell on it, whokebe was already off to his next problem.

“the real issue, as usual, is mr.jinx.”

i raised an eyebrow. “how so? what’s jinx done this time?”

“oh, you know,” whokebe sighed, like this was just another day for him, “he’s been tampering with my computer again. i was going to give this big lecture connected to one of my medical publications... oh, wait, did i mention? i started writing again. because, you know, i had my start as a novelist.”

“a novelist?”

he nodded earnestly. “yeah, yeah—first book at 22. well, technically it was just a paragraph, but it was pure genius. everyone online revered it. the thing went viral in 24 hours. forums everywhere were talking about it. but that was just the beginning.”

i chuckled. “sounds like you made quite an impact. what happened next?”

“oh, the usual. jealous people, of course. couldn’t handle that a single paragraph could outshine entire novels. some people are just like that. but i wasn’t gonna let them hold me back. i moved on, put that energy into my medical career. turned it into something much bigger—research, writing, you know the deal. now, people all over the world know me. lectures, publications, the works.”

“impressive,” i said, trying not to laugh.

“exactly. but, of course, jinx has been there every step of the way. whenever something big is about to happen—like this lecture—jinx steps in. messed with my computer, delayed the whole thing. and now i’m back to square one, trying to fix his mess.”

i leaned back and shook my head. “sounds like you’ve been through a lot.”

whokebe paused, rubbing his temple like the weight of his own brilliance was giving him a headache. “you don’t even know. but i’m used to it. if you’re as good as me, you make enemies. it’s inevitable.”

i was about to respond when i noticed the sun was setting, casting long shadows over the lake. the wind had picked up slightly, carrying the chill of the evening. “hey, it’s getting late. let’s head over to the cabin—might be warmer inside.”

“the cabin?” whokebe hesitated for a second, clearly not expecting the suggestion. “uh, sure. i could use a break.”

i stood up and led the way down a narrow path through the trees, the wind rustling the leaves overhead. whokebe followed, mumbling something about jinx under his breath.

the cabin wasn’t far. small, tucked away, barely noticeable from the lake. we stepped inside, and i shut the door behind us.

“cozy, huh?” i said, watching whokebe glance around nervously. the dim light flickered as i turned on a lamp, casting long, crooked shadows across the walls. “take a seat. you look like you could use it.”

he sat down, the tension in the air growing as he fidgeted with his hands. “you sure jinx isn’t around here?”

"oh, i’m sure," i said, smiling as i quietly locked the door behind him, slipping the key into my pocket. “there’s no way jinx is getting in here. we’re safe.”

whokebe gave a half-smile, though his eyes were darting to the corners of the room. i could almost hear his mind working, piecing together something that didn’t quite add up.

“so... about jinx,” i started casually, moving closer, “what exactly do you think his plan is? what’s he after?”

whokebe swallowed, his voice wavering slightly. “control. he’s everywhere, man. i don’t know how, but he’s... always there. trying to control me, ruin my life. but he won’t get me. i’m too smart for him.”

i nodded. “you are smart, whok. real smart. in fact, i think jinx has been watching you closely for a long time. he knows everything about you.”

whokebe stiffened, glancing around the room again. “what do you mean?”

“oh, nothing,” i said, taking a seat across from him. “just that... maybe jinx isn’t who you think he is.”

there was a long pause, the silence in the cabin almost deafening. whokebe’s eyes locked on mine, suspicion creeping in. “what are you talking about?”

i leaned forward, my smile fading. “i’ve been watching you, whok. all this time. i’ve been there, at the lake, every step of the way.”

his face paled, realization dawning. “you... you’re not—”

“that’s right,” i said, my voice lowering. “i’m jinx.”

whokebe stood up, but there was nowhere to go. the cabin was small, the door locked, and the key was sitting firmly in my pocket. his eyes darted to the exit, but his panic was setting in now, his mind racing as he stumbled back. "no, no, this can’t—"

i stepped forward, closing the gap between us. "oh, it can. and it will," i said, my voice low, cutting through the silence of the room. "you can either make this easy, or... well, you don’t want to find out the other way."

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whokebe was crushed under jinx's stare like a bug under a boot. the presence of his lifelong predator was too much for him to handle.

scanning the room, jinx's eyes landed on an old, beat-up refrigerator in the corner. jinx walked over, tugged open the creaky fridge door, and pulled out a bottle.

the fridge looked like something out of a junkyard—a dingy yellow, with chipped paint and rust framing the edges. its motor hummed like it was on its last legs, and a faint smell of sour milk leaked out as the door opened.

jinx twisted the cap off the bottle, then extended it toward whokebe." drink it," he ordered, his voice unnervingly calm for the tension in the room.

whokebe hesitated, eyeing the bottle. "what is it?"

"you'll figure it out."

whok wanted to refuse, but jinx's stare made it pointless.

reluctantly, he took the bottle and sipped its contents. the liquid was thick, bitter, numbing. his head grew heavy within minutes, the room starting to spin.

suddenly the walls began to fold inward, melting like wax, and jinx's grin stretched into something grotesque. whokebe kicked, screamed, but nothing felt real anymore—-his own voice seemed distant, distorted. the floor turned to water beneath him, and jinx’s face morphed into a thousand shifting forms.

before whok could grasp what was happening, jinx was on him. whok begged him to back off, but his body refused to fight. his limbs had betrayed him.

whok started to yell but a strong hand put something in his mouth and held it there. the head of jinx’s cock popped inside him. there was a flash of intense heat as jinx first violated him.

whok started to yell again, but whatever was in his mouth went a little deeper and dulled his yell to a whimper.

jinx pounded away with relentless force. he took his time but managed to get his entire rock-hard 9-inch cock balls-deep into whok. every time whok tried to yell, whatever was in his mouth would go a little deeper. he decided to try to ignore the the humiliation for as long as he could.

jinx leaned over and whispered in his ear "you're a pathetic little cum dump whore and I'm going to rape you until i'm done".

whokebe kicked, screamed, and begged, spewing out words of self-pity between breathless cries as jinx impaled him. his mind was foggy, his senses dulled.

after what seemed like an eternity, the whimpers faded, echoing around him like some distant memory. things quieted, but he could still hear the moans, the pushing and fighting in his head.

suddenly, his eyes jolted open. the ceiling above him—cracked and stained with years of neglect—seemed familiar. eerily familiar. the gritty air of the apartment flooded his senses. his heart still pounded in his chest, but there was no lake. no cabin. no jinx.

the dingy walls of his rundown room slowly came into focus. where had jinx gone? was there ever a cabin? he gasped with paranoia, clutching his chest, trying to steady his breath as reality started to piece itself together.

his brain scrambled to make sense of it all, but the truth settled in—-there had been no jinx, no lake, just himself in his threadbare apartment. had it been a nightmare? it felt so real.

A chill shot down his spine as it hit him—-jinx had finally hacked his brain.

he stumbled toward the window. outside, neighbors were peering from their windows, their faces dimly lit by the streetlights. his screams had echoed through the night, rousing the nearby shabby buildings that stood just close enough to hear everything.

“you've got to stop watching gay porn, man” some teenager yelled from a nearby window, clearly irritated. “we can't sleep with all that bitch moaning!”

whokebe barely registered the words. “i'm sure it happened! the guy at the lake is a jinx alt!” he muttered, clutching his head.

shuffling back to bed, his breath still uneven. “i should've known,” he whispered, staring at the ceiling. “i have to get that bastard at the lake.”

jinx was always one step ahead. he was everywhere, sneaking through the cracks of reality like a virus.

whokebe sat up, rubbing his temples. “this isn't over,” he muttered to the empty room, as though jinx could hear him.

he reached for his phone, flipping through the countless notes he'd obsessively compiled about jinx over the years.

times, dates, cryptic messages that probably only made sense to him. anyone else looking at this would think he was insane.

whokebe began to plan his final showdown with jinx at the lake.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5594424&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5309370",#48146928)

"I smear my fat man tits with homosexual cum (whok)" is all they can handle these days. Pretty sad.

We can basically summarize these series into this short:

"whok went out pretending to go fishing and got his ass railed in the end."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5594424&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5309370",#48156577)

What's your take on these stories? Will they flop on xo because they're actual chapters instead of choppy 2-3 liners?

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