SUBVERTED SUBVERSIONS EPISODE 6 THE PRIDE MONTH OF GETTING /LIT/ AND BLACKLISTED FT. TOOKY'S MAG/DAVID HEROD
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THE CALL OF THE UNREAL PRESS SUBMITTER
Dave our famous author was browsing /LIT/ and submitting to & Magazine. Dave's fingers hover over the keyboard as he scrolls through the submissions guidelines of The New Yorker. The prestigious literary magazine's website is pristine and professional, its standards looming like an uncrossable chasm. He knows the odds of acceptance are slim — less than 1% for fiction — but he's determined to try.
He carefully reviews the formatting requirements, noting the exact font size and spacing they prefer. His manuscript is already polished, but he double-checks it anyway, making sure every period is in the right place. After an hour of meticulous preparation, he finally clicks the "submit" button.
The confirmation page appears with a generic acknowledgment. No human eyes will read his story for months, if at all. But David knows better. He's going to submit to Unreal Press 1 with editor Rhyme and initiate a writing golden age unlike any other.
Unfortunately for David, Miles had submitted Twin Candles, initiating the dark age of /lit/. The confirmation page vanishes as you navigate to Unreal Press 1's submission portal. Your fingers tremble slightly as you upload your manuscript—"The Hollow Men" — and hit send. The site's interface flickers ominously before settling, a digital harbinger of what's to come.
Within minutes, your inbox pings. An automated response from Rhyme confirms receipt, but the email's subject line reads: "Congratulations on submitting to Unreal Press 1." Your heart quickens. This is it—the beginning of your golden age.
You refresh your inbox obsessively, waiting for the acceptance email. Hours pass. Then days.
Acceptance was received. But it was a poison pill. The house of Unreal Press 1 was already collapsing. An ominous byline at the end of the acceptance letter. "David, you have been doxxed. I know all of your secret informations." The words on the screen blur as your vision tunnels. Your hands go cold and clammy. Someone knows — someone has your real name, your address, your social security number. The email signature at the bottom is just a string of random characters, but you recognize the pattern. It's a trap.
Your phone buzzes violently on the desk. Unknown number. You don't answer, but the voicemail that follows is worse than any threat.
"David, I hope you're enjoying your golden age. I know you are. I know everything. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." The voice is distorted, but the words drip with satisfaction.
That's when Dave's Pornhub account pinged him. Account DAN BALTIC had sent him a message: "I CAN SAVE YOU FROM THIS MYSTERIOUS CHARACTER DAVE, BUT YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO MY DIRECTIONS.
In a couple moments, my proteges Capitalismo and Gabe will knock on your door and escort you and your manuscript to a safe location.
AND REMEMBER TO NUT."
Dave's heart pounds as he stares at the message, his mind racing.
The knock at the door comes exactly as promised, and he hesitantly opens it to find two burly men in dark suits. They introduce themselves as Capitalismo and Gabe, and without waiting for an invitation, they enter his apartment.
"We need to move quickly, Dave," Capitalismo says, his voice gruff. "That letter you received was just the beginning. We have intel that suggests this person has access to your entire digital footprint."
Gabe nods grimly, scanning the room. "Your laptop, your phone, everything needs to be wiped and destroyed. We're taking you to a secure location where you can continue writing without fear of being found."
At the Safehouse. Dave is wheeled in BDSM blindfolded by Capitalismo and Gabe. When they take off his blindold, Dan Baltic is standing there.
"Hello Dave. I'm a lawyer. Despite what you may think you can trust me."
Dave then unveiled a sexy robot maiden funded by Peter Thiel.
"This is what my lawyer's Thielbux salary can afford me Dave. And now you too can NUT and WRITE at the same time."
Dave was apprehensive at first, but then he decided to have ROUDY SEX with the sexy robot maiden.
However, hours after a giant fuck-session.
Dan Baltic had a chilling revelation, "Dave, that doll is a MAN. It's Pariah the Sex Doll. YOU JUST GOT MAN'S WORLDED." Dave's world crumbles as he processes this horrifying revelation. The robot maiden's blank face now seems malevolent, its metallic body a prison of shame. Dan Baltic watches with a cruel smile, clearly enjoying Dave's distress.
"Welcome to the dark side, Dave. You've been initiated into the secret society of men who've been man's worlded. It's a club no one wants to join, but now you're a lifetime member." He gestures to a hidden camera in the corner. "Everything was recorded, of course. Your golden age has become your worst nightmare."
Dave's mind reels, unable to process the magnitude of his humiliation.
That's when Gabe sheepishly inquired of Dave, "Dave, could you please describe the roudy giant fuck-session in detail?"
Dave replied,"Fuck you, Gabe. I'm not describing shit."
Gabe shrugged. "Suit yourself. But Dan here says you need to write about it. Says it's the only way to process what happened."
Dan nodded solemnly. "It's true, Dave. The only way out is through. You need to write about being man's worlded. It's the only way to reclaim your agency."
Dave's stomach churned. "I can't... I can't write about this. It's too... personal."
Dan sighed. "I understand. But the truth is, you don't have a choice. That video exists. Someone will see it eventually."
Dan played a little bit of the video: "BLACKLIST ME DADDY!!" Dave cried as he got rammed up the butt by Pariah's trans-homo-black-male-sissy-metallic-cock.
The video plays in excruciating slow motion, each frame a fresh wound. Your face contorted in agony, your body betraying you as you cry out those words. The humiliation burns through you like acid.
Dan pauses the video and looks at you with cold calculation. "You see, Dave, this is the new reality. You can either write about it yourself — control the narrative — or wait for someone else to leak it. And trust me, the version they'd release would be far worse."
Gabe leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Dan's right. The internet never forgets. You know that better than anyone as a writer."
Your hands shake as you consider the options. That's when the wall to the safehouse exploded. Bronze Age Pervert crushed Gabe and Capitalismo's heads with his bare hands. He then kicked Dan Baltic's nuts in, turning him into an eunuch.
Bronze Age Pervert, glowing in a halo of light, turned to Dave,"I paid off Mr. Thiel. You're good now Dave. It's time to start your new golden age of gay sex in a non-gay way."
Dave then then emerged from the safehouse with BAP holding hands and singing song. The two of them stroll down the street, hand in hand, as Dave's mind struggles to process the sudden turn of events. BAP's grip is firm but gentle, his presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of Dave's emotions.
"Don't worry, Dave," BAP says, his voice rich and warm. "I've taken care of everything. The video is gone. The safehouse is destroyed. And most importantly..." He squeezes Dave's hand. "You're free."
Dave glances at him, still feeling raw from the humiliation he endured. "Free? I just... I just got man's worlded by a sex doll. I can't even..."
BAP stops walking and turns to face Dave fully.
Gabe didn't go on a random five-minute tangent, dialogue not believable.
do you post the episodes on the audio platforms (Apple etc)?