Elliot Rodger claims in his manifesto that his worldview towards women was shaped by the merciless bullying he received at the hands of Monette Moio. This needs to be taken with a grain of salt as Monette's father points out, it is impossible for a little girl to be bullying an older boy. Still it gives some insight into his misogynist pathology.

>Elliot Rodgers on his Middle School Humiliations

I should thank Monette Moio, that little blonde bitch taught me the nature of human existence. I saw that we lived in a Vampiric World in which pleasure must be extracted from the pain and tears of other humans. The Jocks get their pleasure from hurting girls, who in turn get pleasure from hurting Eurasians. There is a Pyramid holding up the universe, where everyone accepts his place because he has someone below to shit on. And I'm the Atlas at the bottom of the whole universe, being shit on by all humanity. Someday Eurasian boys will shrug and the whole vampiric structure will come tumbling down.

I never did anything to Monette and yet she saw it as her right to mercifully hurt me. I thought that the worst thing a girl could do to a boy was reject him. But at least if you leave her alone, she will ignore you. I was so wrong. I saw how Monette was a whimpering little bitch for the Jocks who pulled her by her hair and slapped her around. But she saw Eurasian boys as little bitch girls.

With tears in my eyes, I asked Monette why she was being so cruel to me, when I had never hurt her. And she just coldly told me its what Eurasian scum like me deserves. That blonde girls like her, have the right to teach Eurasians their place.

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She stripped me to my underwear in front of the entire class. I had repeatedly told Soumaya, that all the California kids had switched to boxer shorts by Middle School and that it was a source of my humiliating bullying. She cruelly told me, that my little boy package belonged in briefs and that boxers would never fool anyone.

I was stripped to my briefs in front of the entire class. Monette was taking a cruel pleasure in mercilessly pushing around a male. She had forced me to dye my hair blonde, so that I could be her little sister. She called me Elle as though I was a girl. She refused to recognize my Eurasian masculinity.

She forced me to loudly beg her not to pull of my panties in front of the entire class. My face was glowing red with blush. She actually forced me to call my briefs panties.

She twisted my arm behind my back until I was sure it would burst from my socket. I never imagined a girl could physically overpower me in this way. I could feel her hands traveling up my legs to my crotch. She asked me if I shaved my legs to make them so silky smooth or if it was just my girliness. The entire class laughed hysterically as she mocked my masculinity.

She teased that this was the closest any girl was ever going to get to touching my pitiful penis. Sadly, all the way back in Middle School, she was correct. Her cruel fingers, are the only female hands to come anywhere near my cock.

Finally in a final act of brutish domination, she forced me to scream at the top of my lunges that I was just a little Eurasian girl, and to beg her on my hands and knees not to pull of my panties and expose my Eurasian clitoris to the entire class.

Finally she let me go, and I had to run home in nothing but my tighty whities. To the mocking laughter and taunts of my peers. That bitch Soumaya refused to let me in wearing my briefs. She says that she refused to reward me for failing to be a man. I had to spend the entire night wandering the streets in my undies.

>>508838405 (OP)
>The Jocks get their pleasure from hurting girls, who in turn get pleasure from hurting Eurasians.
ahahahahaahahahah

At least under my clothes I had been able to hid my weak pitiful Eurasian body from public view. I could pretend I was a Man underneath and only I myself knew the secret when I took a shower.

Monette refused to allow me that private dignity. She wouldnt let me live the lie. For some sick reason, she made it her personal mission to let the whole world know what a pitiful Eurasian femboy I really was. She exposed my hairless, feminine body to all my peers. She abused the small size of my Eurasian dick. She let the entire class know just how tiny I really was. She showed everyone my weakness when she wrestled me to the floor like I was a little girl. She made me a Eurasian boy, beg her- a little blonde girl- not to keep twisting my arm to it broke. I had to beg for her mercy like a crying little bitch. A small girl had nearly broken my arm. Had stripped me half-naked. I never lived it down.

And its not like Monette was so tough. She as just a little bitch for all the Alpha Males in the grade. They abused her as much as she abused me. Thats what life is. You can live with the guy shitting above you as long as you have a head below you to shit on. As a Eurasian I absorb the shit of the universe. Im the sewers. The whole world feeds off my pain and tears.

Why the fuck was she so mean to me, just because I was a Eurasian boy?

I never did anything to her. She forced me to admit that I found her beautiful. And mocked me for it. As though it were a horrible crime that a Eurasian brat like me could acknowledge the loveliness of a Nordic blonde. In her eyes, Eurasians didnt even have the right to exist. We were just freaks of nature. Toys for her amusement. Not real males. Pretend males, she could experiment and perfect her cruel bitchiness with. Practice for hurting Real Men.

>In middle school
>Bitch pantses me
>starts crying, "WHHHHYYY BAAAWWWWW"
>IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE EURASIAN SCUM

He stood over the toilet, and was just about to let loose with his stream when he saw out of the corner of his eye a girl’s head peeking over from the stall next to him. Then another head, and another, and more heads appeared on the other side. One of the girls reached down and unlocked the door, allowing Cindy and Monette to step in. They stood in front of Elliot on either side of the toilet, grinning as they stared down at his hairless eurasian penis. Elliot was taken aback, and even though his need to urinate was strong, nothing was forthcoming.

“What’s the matter, Elliot, can’t you tinkle in front of the girls?” As the giggling continued, Elliot just stood there, knowing that if he could just get the flow started, he could get it done. But try as he did, he just couldn’t pee under the excruciating circumstances. But the girls weren’t going anywhere, and he understood that he wouldn’t get the uniform back until he did his business. He realized what he had to do. He lowered the toilet seat and sat down. He held his hairless eurasian penis down towards the bottom of the bowl, thus giving him just enough coverage to lower his level of self-consciousness. When the girls heard the tinkling sound, they laughed and applauded. Elliot’s debasement continued.

When Elliot was finished, he walked out of the stall towards Cindy, who was now standing near the door, holding Elliot’s skirt and blouse. Most of the girls were standing alongside her, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Elliot could almost feel the stares from the titillated audience as he made the torturous “walk of shame.” When he reached Cindy, Elliot’s anxiety increased when she held back the uniform. He reached for it, but Cindy retracted.

“You heard Ms.Ruth. I have to make sure you’re not going to drip anything from your little eurasian pee-pee. Are you sure you’re finished down there?” She and the other grinning girls looked down at Elliot’s hairless eurasian penis as she spoke.

“Yes,” answered Elliot as he fidgeted anxiously. “Come on, Cindy, please, let me have my…clothes.”

“Not so fast, we have to be sure. Can you please wiggle it around for me so I can make sure nothing comes out?” Elliot couldn’t believe what was happening. But he obeyed. He took his right hand and quickly shook his hairless eurasian penis back and forth. The girls laughed uncontrollably. “I don’t know, girls. I thought I might have seen something. What do you think, Monette?” asked Cindy.

“I think you better have him do it again,” answered Monette as she brushed tears of laughter away with the back of her hand.

Monette wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. With both hands, she pulled the back of Elliot’s underpants down and tucked them as far as she could under Elliot’s buttocks. Elliot, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, lifted and gyrated his hips in an effort to restore his modesty (of what little remained!), much to the amusement of the giggling girls. But his underpants remained steadfast, wadded underneath him. Monette put her lips to his ear. “You heard Miss Richards, Elle,” she teased. “You’d better sit still, or they’re coming completely off. Then I’ll finally get to see your little Eurasian wee-wee.” She leaned back and looked down at Elliot’s seat. “Your crack is showing, you naughty, naughty boy.” The giggling turned to outright laughter. Elliot, beside himself, looked to Miss Richards, hoping she would put a stop to the sordid proceedings before they got completely out of hand. Instead, much to his consternation, she was grinning and giving Monette the “okay” sign by connecting her thumb and middle finger, forming a circle. Elliot looked at Monette, who grinned at their teacher while returning the sign.

“Oh, God,” muttered Elliot desolately to himself.

Then, unbelievably, somebody (nobody but the culprit knew where they originated) produced two large, red feathers. Starting from the front left of the stands, the feathers gradually made their way towards Elliot, passing from hand to hand. Elliot heard the giggling and slight commotion coming from his left and observed with uneasiness that the feathers were heading in his direction. When they were passed to Monette, he winced as he braced himself for the inevitable. But Monette surprisingly relinquished the feathers to his delighted crush while saying, “I hope you’re not ticklish, Elle .

>>508838405 (OP)
Poor Elliot. If only he knew. I was 6'4, honor student, varsity letter, from a wealthy family in high school. I drove a V-12 Jaguar to school.
Still a kissless virgin. I didn't even go to the prom.

what a loser lmao

Sally had seen the feathers working their way up the stands, and wanted in the worst way to get her hands on them. When they were passed to Monette, it appeared to her that her hopes would be dashed. But Monette had assessed the situation, and took into account that Elliot’s anxiety would be increased if he were tickled from behind, in which case he would not know when nor where the feathers would be applied. The fact that his crush would be wielding one of the feathers would undoubtedly add to Elliot’s distress. When Monette passed the feathers to her, they shared a devious grin and a giggle. Sally handed a feather to Monette, and the two girls grinned cunningly to each other. They strategically let a couple of minutes go by before Sally launched the attack.

He first felt a little tickle on the cleft at the top of his exposed buttocks. The startled Elliot flinched and retracted his hips, sitting up rigidly, much to the merriment of all the onlookers. Sally continued twirling the feather in a circular motion just above the back of Elliot’s underpants. Elliot closed his eyes as he tried to remain still. Then he felt another tickling sensation low on his side, before it slowly crept upward, as Monette moved the tip of her feather in a circular motion, upwards from the right side of Elliot’s waist at an excruciatingly slow pace. Elliot arched his back as Sally’s feather started rising up his torso. He gritted his teeth, still sitting up straight with his elbows pointing straight out, as he struggled mightily to maintain his position.

>>508838405 (OP)
Elliot is not someone you should look to as an example.

>>508838405 (OP)
Who gives a shit? Elliot Rodgers is a dead nigger and the world is better for it. Nobody gives a shit about Rodgers, just a dumb incel trannies on R9K cope about.

>>508838405 (OP)
All young people can be cruel. You are a faggot.

GIWTWM

>>508838891
He is an example of someone who was smart enough to critically analyze things around him, but he couldn't fight the hormones and eventually sperged out, which caused him to waste all of his productive energy. Sad story. He is a product of his psychotic surroundings: his family of high-rolling film producer parents and the area he lived in.

>>508838405 (OP)
>With tears in my eyes, I asked Monette why she was being so cruel to me, when I had never hurt her. And she just coldly told me its what Eurasian scum like me deserves. That blonde girls like her, have the right to teach Eurasians their place.
Lol based Aryan girls.

>>508838405 (OP)
Girls can be cruel to VERY unattractive boys, but he's painfully wrong that it was caused by him being Eurasian. You can be unattractive, but if you stand your ground and are a likable person, you'll end up having many friends and girls finding you interesting.
He was kinda broken from the beginning, extremely spoiled materially and wasn't ugly at all.
But he wasn't a likable person. He was spiteful, held grudges indefinitely and seriously thought girls should be all over him because he's rich and always received what he wanted.
But once he got old enough to experience sexual interest in women, his, already massive, narcissistic ego, crumbled after years of being coddled by material possessions.
Him being a classic, American mischling didn't cause an impact, him emanating unwarranted superiority to others caused him to become a target of bullying.
Regardless, miscegenation is evil and morally repulsive. His parents are at fault for choosing to create rootless mixes with adaptation and belonging crises.

>>508840111
You broke down his state and psyche perfectly. Well encapsulated his life and dysfunctions too.

>>508840111
He stood over the toilet, and was just about to let loose with his stream when he saw out of the corner of his eye a girl’s head peeking over from the stall next to him. Then another head, and another, and more heads appeared on the other side. One of the girls reached down and unlocked the door, allowing Cindy and Monette to step in. They stood in front of Elliot on either side of the toilet, grinning as they stared down at his hairless eurasian penis. Elliot was taken aback, and even though his need to urinate was strong, nothing was forthcoming.

“What’s the matter, Elliot, can’t you tinkle in front of the girls?” As the giggling continued, Elliot just stood there, knowing that if he could just get the flow started, he could get it done. But try as he did, he just couldn’t pee under the excruciating circumstances. But the girls weren’t going anywhere, and he understood that he wouldn’t get the uniform back until he did his business. He realized what he had to do. He lowered the toilet seat and sat down. He held his hairless eurasian penis down towards the bottom of the bowl, thus giving him just enough coverage to lower his level of self-consciousness. When the girls heard the tinkling sound, they laughed and applauded. Elliot’s debasement continued.

When Elliot was finished, he walked out of the stall towards Cindy, who was now standing near the door, holding Elliot’s skirt and blouse. Most of the girls were standing alongside her, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Elliot could almost feel the stares from the titillated audience as he made the torturous “walk of shame.” When he reached Cindy, Elliot’s anxiety increased when she held back the uniform. He reached for it, but Cindy retracted.

>>508838405 (OP)
Looks Jewish.

“I can see you’re not as excited as I am, Elle,” said Monette. “Your Eurasian pee-pee is as tiny as ever. Just like a six-year-old’s.” Monette’s giggle was one of many who were witnessing the most unusual spectacle. She then grasped the front waistband of Elle’s underpants and freed up his genitals by wedging the underpants between Sally’s and Tommy’s thighs. Tommy flinched, and Monette put her mouth to his ear. “What’s the matter, Elle? Don’t you want your little goodies out there where the girl of your dreams can play with them?” she said while lowering her fingers to his testicles. Much to the chagrin of the wide-eyed lad, she began stroking his scrotum. “Such cute little balls,” she cooed. “And so smooth .” Then, while continuing to tickle his balls with her fingers, she used her thumb to stroke the underside of his penis. Though for Elle the circumstances were dire, there was no getting around the fact that indeed, the girl of his dreams was intimately fondling him. He had never experienced anything close to his present state of physical and emotional stimulation; masturbation was no comparison. Hard as he tried to resist, Elle felt himself starting to become erect.

“Oh no,” whispered Elle to himself. Again he tried to squirm free, but Sally had leaned forward and had one arm pressing down on his mid back and her other on his buttocks. As a precaution, Carlene had taken hold of his ankles. Elliot Rodger wasn’t going anywhere.

Sally and Monette were having a glorious time, as they could sense Elliot weakening by the minute. His movements were quite subtle, but the girls knew their teasing with the feather was having the desired affect. Sally especially knew that it would be a matter of moments before Elliot would lose the battle. While they were growing up, more than once she had pinned Elliot down and tickled him, and invariably it ended with her tickling his armpits and him losing control, being forced to yell “Uncle!” Soon she would go in for the kill. She licked her smiling lips in anticipation as her feather crept its way up towards her goal. She could see that Monette had the same objective, and again they exchanged mischievous glances. Each of the girls had leaned forward to have the best angle to tease their prey. When Elliot felt the two feathers begin circling each of his nipples, he was on the verge of breaking. He squirmed and fidgeted under their unyielding torment. The girls squealed with giddiness at the scene they were creating. It was a most amusing sight for all, with, of course, the exception of Elliot. In a matter of moments they would go for the jugular.


Girls Win

It was about the time that Monette had grabbed hold of the front band of Elliot’s underpants that Sally and Monette looked at each other, nodded, and mouthed the word, “Now!” Simultaneously the two feathers reached their target, and Sally and Monette, grinning wickedly, feverishly stroked the feathers back and forth across Elliot’s vulnerable armpits. As expected, Elliot was no match for the relentless, aggressive line of attack. He reached down and pulled Monette’s hand away from his underpants. He elbowed away the two hands controlling the feathers. He pulled up the back of his underpants.

Monette took a few breaths and, quite satisfied with herself, addressed the whimpering lad as she rose. “Stand up, little boy, I want to talk to you,” she ordered. Elliot, keeping his back to Monette, quickly got to his feet and, while jumping up and down from the pain, he immediately reached down for his underpants. “Uh-uh-uh,” warned Monette. She grinned at the amusing scene, and his colorful derriere. “You can leave those right where they are while I’m talking to you. And turn around and face me.” Forced into subservience, Elliot complied. He wiped a few tears from his eyes and turned around, clutching his privates. Still throbbing from the spanking, and apprehensive about his nudity, Elliot shifted his weight back and forth from foot to foot. Monette delighted in the scene and smiled, as Elliot’s blush increased by the second. She bent at the waist, put her hands on her knees and her face close to his. “Now here’s what we’re going to do, little boy. You and I are going to march into that gymnasium and report to Miss Richards,” she said while pointing to the door. “You can walk in willingly, or I’ll carry you in there myself. If you choose to do it the hard way, then your underpants are coming off and you’ll be carried in there stark naked.” Monette stood up and continued addressing the miserable lad. “Maybe before that I’ll let my teammates in here so they can have some fun with you first.” Elliot’s eyes widened at the suggestion, bringing a smile to Monette’s lips. “Well, what’s it gonna be, little boy?” Elliot nodded his head sullenly. Monette would not let him off easily. “I didn’t hear you. Do we need to remove your underpants?”

“No! I mean…I mean, yes…I’ll…I’ll go…”

“Okay then. Now pull up your tighty whities and let’s go inside.”

Elliot, of course, was absolutely mortified, and totally helpless to fend off whatever torments the girls would deal him. Karen, who was beside herself in her cruel enjoyment, continued to tease her victim. “That’s a really cute bow, Elle. Just adorable,” she said as she pretended to straighten it out. “Yes, you look much more like Elle than you did when you first came in here.” She ran her hand back and forth across the top of Elliot’s left thigh, much like she did during recess, but with more exposure she had a larger area to cover. “And you’ve got such pretty legs, Elle. Linda, feel Elle’s legs. They’re so nice and smooth.”

Linda did so, cooing “Ooh, you’re right, Karen. She must have shaved them this morning. Nancy, feel Elle’s legs, they’re just velvety smooth.” Elliot now had two girls running their hands across the tops of his thighs, taunting him all the while. Nancy, sitting in front of him, had turned around and began stroking his calves. Monette and Sally were giggling freely directly behind him. Elliot then felt the elastic band on the back of his underpants being pulled back, then released like a slingshot as it sprang back, making a snapping sound and slightly stinging his lower back. He looked back just in time to see Sally’s hand retreat as Sally and Monette giggled merrily. Karen and Linda joined in the fun, pulling the band from the sides and letting it snap back. Karen then pulled the band out from the front, and started to lean over to look inside. Elliot fidgeted anxiously and managed to ward off the unseemly advance without moving his arms from his side.

“What’s the matter, Elle, don’t you want to let me get a peek at your little Eurasian pee-pee? My, aren’t we bashful.” Again Karen tried to look down the front of Elliot’s underpants, and again he managed to fend her off.

It was about that time that there was an occurrence that marked the beginning of the end of Elliot in his clothed state, such as it was. Sally, knowing how ticklish her Eurasian is, used both of her hands to tickle Elliot’s sides with her fingers. Elliot almost jumped out of his seat, as he couldn’t keep from slapping his crush’s hands away, an action that did not go unnoticed by Miss Richards.

“Elliot,” warned Miss Richards, “I’ve asked you to keep your hands at your sides, but you seem to be having trouble obeying me. Now I want you to clasp your hands behind your head and have your elbows pointing straight out to the sides. And sit up straight. This is your last chance. If you can’t behave yourself and maintain that position, then I’m going to have to relieve you of your underpants. Maybe if I make you sit there stark naked then you’ll behave yourself. Now do as I say, and this is your last warning.” Amidst the animated giggling from the students, Elliot, turning yet redder, complied with his teacher’s instructions. The tittering from his classmates continued, as Elliot sat perfectly erect with his hands clasped behind the pink bow on his head and his elbows pointing straight out. He was feeling more and more embarrassed by the minute, and quite fearful of the prospect of losing his underpants.

>this entire thread

>>508840111
I never had a chance circumstances-wise. Fucked up vietnam vet dad who peaced when I was three, single Mom with on and off boyfriends in the WV equivalent of northeastern PA.

I was a new kid 3 times in elementary school, and I was bullied mercilessly for my at-home haircuts and cat piss clothes. A kid on my bus threw a giant jawbreaker at my skull so hard it shattered.

Then, I hit puberty. It was like magic. Girls started coming up to me and saying shit like “So what’s your deal? Why are you so quiet?” Like they weren’t the ones who were laughing at me just a couple years earlier.

>”Oh anon, we were just little kids!”

I pumped and dumped so many girls in high school that tormented me as a kid, and got married to an awesome woman straight out of college.

Sometimes they still reach out on Facebook like “hey.. I had a dream about you last night, hope you’re doing okay”

I just leave them on read.

>>508838405 (OP)
His problem was that he was a manlet hapa who lusted after pretty blonde white girls. It's not much deeper than that. He was doomed to fail.

>>508838405 (OP)
Its the jews this thread is the jews

elle (formerly elliot)

WTAF IS THIS SHIT???? IS THAT A MAN OR WOMAN ON THE LEFT

>>508838405 (OP)
I got redpilled on women in middle school and highschool too.
Was bullied so heavily that I used to skip school for months, lost a lot of weight when puberty hit me and girls started to like me and they would listen to me and what I had to say even though I was saying the same shit.
Made me realize it is all about looks.
Also got heavily redpilled by my drug dealing older brother who was handsome and always had women around his fingers meanwhile all the guys with professional jobs had nothing or were essential slaves to their women.

>>508838405 (OP)
>Elliot Rodger claims
Rodger's Magnum Opus is specially poignant at some passages. The point when he describes the black teenager making out with Rodger's blonde crush, in the room next to him, is Nobel prize worthy, if only for an absolutely clear demonstration of how low a writer can get

Someday Eurasian boys will shrug and the whole vampiric structure will come tumbling down

>>508838405 (OP)
>The Jocks get their pleasure from hurting girls, who in turn get pleasure from hurting Eurasians.

>>508838405 (OP)
None of this shit is in his manifesto though, it's all made up. I wonder if it's some glowjob smear campaign or anything else.
My take is that he should have stayed in France a little longer, or even returned back to Britain for good. America is a soulless place with superficial people and he couldn't ever realize that he hadn't even liked it there.

is this some ai generated fanfic spam

>>508838486
fuck!! this is hot!!!!!

>>508838405 (OP)
I was getting jr high Kelly Bundy's in 5th grade, seethe losers. I was banging Alicia Silverstones left and right in highschool. Cope nerds it hasn't stopped, now I fuck genY milfs for breakfast.

Elliot picked UCSB bc that is where all the hot girls wind up if rejected by CAL and/or UCLA. He would have been better off at UC Irvine or San Diego amongst his own - where with time - he could have come to accept himself and embraced his Asian side. He set himself up for failure.

Also I would have had him take BJJ twice a week with JJ Machado in Tarzana - and twice a week at North Hollywood Muay Thai - just so he could gain some confidence and handle himself.

Most mixed Asians hate their Asian DNA. Lily Chee is the same - hates Asian guys but will bang White/Black guys. Elliot hated Asian females.

>>508844212
unironically this. Elliott Rodger should have embraced being a hapa. at UC Irvine or UC San Diego he would have been worshipped by a certain type of Asian girl. the guy could have been the American Henry Golding simply because of his preexisting Hollywood connections. he would have ended up with a decent girlfriend. he just needed confidence and a huge change of attitude.