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~ Donald J. Trump, God-Emperor of Outer Heaven

Spencer Brittin Lapping anak Roger Isop / Ghost of Asia / Sasaki / Prince Noro / Noro Jawa / Norosaki / Vengeful Ghost / AeonicReality / Arima Azuma

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Spencer Brittin Lapping anak Roger Isop (yes.. really.), best known by his online moniker "Ghost of Asia", is a somewhat notorious and extremely obscure Malaysian weeb and "neo-nazi" lolcow (possibly horrorcow, schizocow or just a "cringecow"), who happens to be a pathetic manchild originating from Discord political groups and influenced by the teachings of IronMarch (IM), Tempel ov Blood (TOB) and the Order of the Nine Angles (O9A), who is:
  • A closeted bisexual femboy-trap who flirts with grown ass men in Fascist e-groups.
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  • A butthurt little girl who likes attacking and doxxing people who "defy him" and/or refuse to go along with his larp.
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  • The literal CEO of arrogance and narcissism (deadass, he is THE protagonist of Earth, the main character), with an ego so big that if converted into energy could allow us to colonize the entirety of the Milky Way.
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  • An attention-whore who constantly victimizes himself and seeks validation, lies and cries about everything, and e-begs for attention and money (sometimes even resorting to actual scams against his own "followers" and family members, taking their money for "the cause", and spending all of it on anime, larp costumes, alcohol, drugs..).
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  • A boy-failure who wants to be a voice actor, an artist.. a figure of RENOWN, but fails in absolutely everything he puts his mind into, and will blame absolutely everything and everyone for his shortcomings, except himself (while fully bragging and taking credit for things he never did or has extremely minor involvement with).
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  • A genuine believer of the Dimensional Merge Theory (yes, just like Chris-Chan, the only difference is that instead of the Sonichu Gang coming to make Chris-Chan a God, its NIKKE and a harem of interdimensional bitches coming to suck his dick.. not to make him a God however because according to Spencer, HE ALREADY IS);
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  • One of the biggest lunatics of Earth, who among other things believes he's:
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    -     A Deity
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    - An Emperor/Dictator
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    - A Messiah/Prophet
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    - Hitler's successor
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    - An Avatar of God/Hitler (more on this explained in the beginning of the Larp section)
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    - A Mafia/Cartel Boss
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    - A Revolutionary Guerilla Commando
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    - A Superhero
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    - A Terrorist
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    - An Occultist
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    - A literal Vampire (or "Whampyre" as he autistically writes)
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    - Some fictional characters (his favorites being Andrew Graves (Coffin of Andy and Leyley), Eren Yaeger (Attack on Titan), "Hooni" (the "suicide boy"), Venti (Genshin Impact), a NIKKE protagonist.. the list goes on but essentially any character that's edgy, depressed or a shota. More on this later too)
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    - A Samurai
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    - Japanese
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    - A Japanese Noble
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    - A descendant of Japanese WW2 Veterans
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    - Related to the Emperor of Japan (he believes himself to be a distant cousin of the current Emperor Naruhito (Hirohito's Grandson), and believes to be part of a noble family that apparently heavily mixed with the Imperial Dynasty for centuries)
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    - An idol of worship that's secretly protected by the Malaysian Government who is apparently secretly Fascist and venerate him (and allowed him to escape several executions after he protected Asia from Al-Qaeda, ISIS, ~~your mom~~, Mossad.. and other threats to the Dayak Race)
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    - The tuffest nigga in the history of the cosmos (who suffered the most and struggles with more PTSD and chronic conditions than anyone on Earth, so think twice before messing with him bud, you don't wanna see him growl...)
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    - ..and more!

Like any good lolcow, Spencer is also a genuine sexpest and freak, the kind of little creep who goes around the Internet indiscriminitely messaging random girls asking for nudes (..something he actually did), and is one of the worst sexual deviants in the history of mankind, to the point I wouldn't be surprised if he had every single fetish in existence. Sure, there's the typical suspects in his list of sexual interests (pedophilia and such, typical Tuesday shit), but he also expressed interest in some of the most obscure, fascinating and bizarre fetishes I've ever seen in my entire life, an example being the fact that he likes jacking to AI porn of himself getting raped and impregnated by himself (yeah.. aka, being an "autophile" or an "autosexual", as well as simply just a faggot).

Don't believe me? Let's take a look! But before we laugh at his larp and deviant behavior.. lets take a look at a summary of his background first:

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"Imagine when WW3 breaks out I become a war hero or war criminal, and suddenly everyone finds out I used to be a voice actor which explains my oratory skills. Suddenly the entire world finds out I'm Hooni."
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- Sasaki, Ghost ov Asia, in another one of his delusional rants.
 
KiwiFarms is such a dark lonely place full of predators in the dark forest........ it's right what @Israel Light told me about everybody on KiwiFarms is nobody is your friend...... it's dark forest theory........ each one is a predator in disguise, always try to milk each other for lols as lolcow milk lolcow completely fucking cutudder anarchy chaos........ its either milk or be milked, because KiwiFarms is such a dark anonymous place full of negative emotions and negative energy culminates in the gossip forum to be a powerful meatball nexus in the spaghetti each sociology anthropological culture network branches through the Internet, spaghetti pumping up the meatball bigger and bigger as filled with every person's negative emotions is like the end of the manga Mahou Shoujou Site when every human being on the planet was getting transformed into giant sperms to go fertilize the giant world egg, that's what KiwiFarms is as accumulinate the darkest of the dark predaators and the lowest of the low like scraping the bottom of the barrel from 4chan, sharty, reddit, and other dangerous internet sites is even if you present yourself go enter an innocent you get your mind shifted up from the green mist, it's green mist penetrating everybody's minds is fucking the green mist caused Mighty Bundus mind to go full haywire that now he's gone full flippant hunky british is purest fucking betrayel ever seen in my life to rail against never goon minion ideology using archive everything ideology from blockland forum afficionado himself, because the green mist permeates everybody on KiwiFarms as a two-cycle feedback loop is bringing in the gossipers to inculcate dark aura in the mist and then the mist is putrifying the residents further what they are to spiral the entire fucking culture into foggiest ages is pure grimdark greendark low visibility environment the fog covering the entire rooms thickly blanket everything, it makes you start coughing if you wanted too but it's always fact that you're breathing in green mist to penetrate the blood-brain barrier and corrupt your mind is utterly fucking corrupted you that you get twisted into a fucking monster what's happened, it's a Dark Forest Theory blanketed in thickest green mist is why every single each could be unknown predators or even the preys will be a predator tomorrow so you can't safe to lie down and sleep next to it today, you're on your own, you're in the dark and your eyes sting from the green particles getting in them and you have to crawl along to grope and see where you're going to know where you're at with tactile touch sensation on the floor and the objects in the area.

Always strange to imagine that when the KiwiDarkForest was manifestation reputation in outer realms as the most transphobic chuddy place you ever saw, turned out to be liberalism on the inside. It's liberalism and it's corrupting every soyteens who touch it and dare to venture into the Shiwi to become soysphere retirees for themselves, it's NOT a fucking retirement home! It's a haunted house with thick green fog everywhere is the absolutely fucking demonic supernatural influence the residents who thought they could squat there as squatter's rights is like phrogging but without the fun part, the tendrils extend into the sky can visible from the deep distance to known self as the greenest biggest meatball ever seen on the horizon to blot out the Sun at sunset, spaghetti tendrils reaches up to the stratosphere how far the green mist can penetrate, at the center of the miasma in the eye of the storm in a twisted malice-shaped palace and in the throne room of the clear air of the eye of the green fog meatball at the throne room this palace sitting there is Joshua "Null" Moon himself with wikihow dog sleeping at his feet, breathing pure cleanest air you ever breathed in the eye of the storm is a metaphor himself has an immunity to his sinister bells that resound the fog-intensifying tones from the spires of his vast palace, one bell for each hapless wanderer in the KiwiDarkForest realm, and as each wretched tier 7, tier 6, or tier 4 dopamine zombie subjects of his sultanate approach his throne he reggards them with the iciest stone cold gaze of pure hatred and foodistxen style schadenfreude to ever seen.

"Help me... People are making fetish AI arts out of my custom homestuck drawings I like to put on my avatar..." rasped the Tier 7 dopamine zombie, traces of green mist sinking down the scabbed cracks in his paradoxically dry lips, eyes gazing upwards in spite of his slack neck, upper torso propped up on pale, bony elbows from where he had shakily crawlen to the front of the throne.

Null's nose reflexively wrinkled and then stayed in an expression of utter disgust. "Guards, throw this vagrant into the streets of the forest and nail his feet and hands to the earth that he may be squeezed dry of his lolmilk by any oncomer. Such weakness does not deserve to exist in my sultanate." he spat with the most invective tone imaginable.

Light scraping sounds and half-loud half-quiet lost-voice attempts at full-throated screams echoed throughout the throne room as the Tier 6 dopamine zombie hobbled towards the throne. "Semper Fiddly-dee day to you your most excellent ooperational majesticality, unlike that most autistic, MATI, and unreasonable guest, I have come here to enquire as to a matter of serious business. I am interested in purchasing yet more of your illustrious yellow-and-black True&Honest Fan rectangles. As usual, you can dispatch your most merciless men to shiwi street to employ their delectably glowing hot irons upon the delicate regions of any unbranded miscreant defecating there. Oh, how I do look forward to pleasuring myself while observing such masterful theater from a distance again."

A thin, cold, smug smile crept across Null's face. "I love to hear it. But this time I'm going to need a little something from you first. I need you to EPI people on that street with this voreaphilic erotica I've commisioned of my beloved chudborean. I'll be sure to have a brandee use his magick to attract children there. If we can curry enough favor with Baal-Peor, maybe I could bring chudborean back within the loving confines of my glorious green fog meatball sultanate!"

As the wicked cheese-loving Rephaim continued exchanging grimjovial plans and reminescences with his toothgrinning fish-goblinoid guest, the Tier 4 dopamine zombie silently snuck his way out of the throne room. Greenish tears began running down his face as he hastily put distance between him and the despotic chamber. How could such sadisticality be extant itself upon the Earth? With back arched in despair he climbed the circular spiral staircase to his bell beckoning him, only to find that it was indicating the transmogrification of the KiwiDarkForest MS Paint Adventure into some form of zillenial SNCA. Grabbing a pair of binoculars, he looked across the architecturally-equivalent-to-hazbin-hotel-character-anatomy expanse of the hyperpalace at the prismatically gilded central spire of the royal bell. There, mere yards away from the misty stormocular ceiling the bell resounded unattended, and his paper airplane lay on the floor ununfolded.

Blank-faced and without much pep, he layed aside the binoculars, grabbed his paper bag and began attempting to huff some of the green mist emanating from his own bell while reclined agaisnt the wall. But the high had no edge today, and the mist tasted of rust and urine. Frustrated, he threw the bag against the floor with as much force as possible and then punched it, sending stabbing pain up his knuckles. Filled with adrenaline, he got up and stepped to the edge of his belfry and looked down at the spiked balconies far below. What use was any of it? Even if a miracle permitted that Sultan Moon would give him the key to his old belltower, the scars that Sprate Header left on his mind with his betrayel would still be there forever.

Taking a deep breath, he jumped.
 
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