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DGTrixie
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who lived in a castle, named Trixie (Powerword Gina Morelli). Trixie wakes up every morning, chews the head off a baby, and mentally prepares to post inane shit on an internet forum. Trixie's hobbies include collecting dolls, using her dolls to act out creepy scenarios which she takes pictures of, talking about being bipolar, hitting on children who are under the age of 18, playacting that she is someone's mother, and making pretend sandwiches for people online.
Oh, and did I mention that she has cancer is fat?
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Trixie's Life
Trixie is your typical middle-aged failure. She is a library associate (see: clerks making under $35,000.00 annually), never graduated from college, is divorced as a result of a miscarriage and her husband no longer being able to tolerate her craziness, has no children (mainly due to utilizing abortion), no friends besides her multiple cats, and is now forever alone despite several recent "relationships", most of which include nothing but her one sided flirtations. Excluding the most successful one of which ended with the fat guy she was sleeping with stealing her Xanax in the middle of the night and running away from her.
Besides wasting away what little is left of her life, she is also obsessed with her doll collection to the point of dementia, saying they are like her children, and that they speak to her. It is speculated that she uses her dolls as makeshift dildos; however, she is unreliable about telling the truth and the dolls were unavailable for comment.
Trixie On EDF2
When she's not casting sideways glances at preschoolers, she spends most of her time on doll-related or dating websites, which may be why she got confused and logged onto EDF2, since it is basically a giant pile of circlejerking faggots. She claims to read books and comic books like Ms. Marvel, although it's unlikely that her knowledge of comics extends outside Google Image Search for the sake of attracting small boys. Which explains what she was looking for on the Encyclopedia Dramatica forums in the first place.
Her time on EDF was spent talking to herself about herself and awarding herself with fictitious titles like "Nicest Person On EDF2", "Biggest Cunt On EDF2" and "Queen Of EDF2", the only one of which she actually deserved being the second one because, due to her sheer size, her twat is big enough to serve as a landing strip for a 747. She also enjoyed complaining to mods and admins about other female users getting more attention than her and asking people to edit the mention of her on the EDF2 article to hide the truth about her failure at life and the internet.
What little time she could spare from her busy day whoring for attention was used for flirting with men less than half her age that were out of her league even when she was young, and some of whom were underaged. But, since no one's standers are that low, she was always greeted awkward attempts to change the subject or flat out rejection.
It is this constant rejection and her unquenchable desire for attention that finally led to her downwards spiral towards insanity.
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Eventually being on a forum where she gained nothing from posting made her restless. Trixie decided to get someone else to make a poll/thread about whether or not she should show her flabby udders, in which half of the people voting did so out of morbid curiosity, and the other half didn't want to lose their erection forever. Oblivious, she sent her nudes to several people afterwards, including a moderator, all of whom told her nobody wants to see that shit. After being rebuffed by said moderator, she then sent the pictures to his girlfriend in an attempt to... actually, I'm not sure what she was trying to accomplish or gain by doing that. She grew in size, feeding off the energy emitted from her computer, but it was not enough.
A Fat Whore's Final Swans Song
Finally everyone grew tired of her constant gloating over her fake titles and an attempt was made to strip her of them. A poll was made to choose the new owner of said titles. But, since winning an internet poll was the only thing trixie has ever achieved in her life, she would not have it. Trixie exploded in a never-ending display of butthurt and began literally campaigning to win a poll no one cared about. Going so far as to invade ED IRC to try and get people to come to the forum and vote for her. But winning the poll was not enough. Seeing that the tides have turned and no one likes her anymore, feeling like the cornered wild animal that she already resembled, she decided she was done with EDF2 and attempted to (again, like a wildebeest) migrate to the IRC, thinking there her fagottry would be more welcomed. Sadly for her, people on ED IRC are just as bad as the forums. At first they told her to fuck off and posted her stupidity on QOTN. But, since even bad attention is good enough for someone so starved for human interaction, this failed. So, after briefly pretending to be her friends, one of them convinced her to have cyber sex with him and reveal that she has a farting and pooping fetish the transcripts of which he promptly posted on the forum.
Fake Cancer And Final Annihilation
After popping some Xanax and getting riled up over being picked on, she decided to use the Old Hag Defense Mechanism. This is much like younger women claiming to have been raped when they are backed into a corner and want everyone to stop being mad and feel sorry for them, except with cancer.
Thinking that that this would get her sympathy and attention, Trixie decided to resort the the time tested EDF2 tradition and become the fourth person on the forum to pretend to have cancer. But, unlike previous attempts, Trixie actually insisted that people believe her and had one more trick up her sleeve. She was having a different kind of surgery coming up and attempted to post documents about it to pretend that is was abdominal cancer.
Some were thrilled and popped boners at the prospect of her imminent suffering and eventual death, yet most were skeptical. Fortunately, EDF has hundreds of medical professionals on staff who promptly told her she was just fat. After some diligent research it was quickly discovered that the cancer surgery she claimed to be having, over a month from then, was actually a surgery she requested because she'd rather be cut open than put the fork down and exercise. People don't usually go around announcing fatal illnesses in a huff. Then again, women aren't really people, and are incapable of handling any situation without starting their period or crying. On a related note, Trixie claims to be bipolar and may eventually blame lying and acting like a crazy bitch on her medicine/her disorder/her dad. Although our experts suspect she may suffer from a far worse condition.
But, even after being outed that she was actually having a surgery for fatties, Trixie refused to back down. At which point one of the people to whom she told her "brilliant plot" exposed her in a thread including her admittion, her nudes, other websites she is active in and personal information she has shared with him.
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The information posted on the thread lead to things like the discovery of her dox which were used to call her house, an IRC she runs full of doll obsessed faggots that was subsequently shut down due to trolling, porn and dating sites she uses to pry on young boys and one of which ended up being hacked, and an entire wiki she made about herself.
After this she quietly fizzled away, only to post "I'M A STROHNG IN'EH'PENDENT WOMUN" quotes on her EDF profile, which surely put everyone in their place and reminded us all of her courageous and beautiful spirit.
If You Encounter Trixie
- Don't move. Her vision is based on movement.
- Roll her back into the ocean.
- Toss coupons for KFC into the air and run.
- Play dead. Be sure to be lying face-down so she cannot rape you.
- Ask her why she chose to cosplay as Jabba the Hutt. Dopo mee gusha, Trixie?
- Don't look her in the eye, or she'll ask if you want to see her nudes.
- If she offers you nudes, take your hand and firmly strike her face, and say, "No! Bad!" in a commanding tone.
- Do not give her any attention whatsoever.
- Do not attempt to be polite and say things like, she looks well for her age. She doesn't.
- Offer her food and compliments, then push her off a cliff.
- Tell her your over the age of 12. That will turn her off instantly
A Typical Work Day
Hanging around the "graphic novel" section of the library, poorly paid book shelver and masturbating-cougar, DGTrixie, clung to a group of school-aged children.
"Batman, hey?" Trixie suddenly said, eying the child's reading choice, disrupting the relative silence and alarming the kids. "Na-na-na-na-na: BATMAN!" she sung with a sort of giggle-snort at the end. "I used to love batman. He was so groovy-- err, KEWL (*keep current, Trix!)."
The kids began to back away from the strange old woman.
"Uh, yeah, lady - that's cool," one of the kids said before he and his friends took off.
"Drats," thought Trixie.
She returned to work, shelving returned books. But as she placed the last of the graphic novels away, she spied a super handsome young man staring idly at a shelf of audio books. The young man had a mop of brown hair that was wavy and full. His shirt was a white and black pinstripe button-up. His eyes were quite glazed and red, with pupils like pinpricks, and he kept scratching his body, all over. All in all he looked like a scruffy creep. To most, this man would be as appealing as the common flu - but to Trixie, forever alone and desperate, her summer years long gone, nearer than ever to winter - verging on ice-age - this young man was paydirt.
"Don't like reading much, huh?"
"Huh? Oh, no... reading sucks; especially too long stuff..."
The young man eyed Trixie up with a sort of disgust and mistrust.
"So, you shelve the books?" he asked, pointing at the alphabetized stack she was holding.
"No!" Trixie lied. "I.. uhhh.. I'm a librarian! Yeah.."
The guy zoned out.
"I'm looking for an audio book about Warhammer 40,000: got any?"
(Trixie didn't know. She scanned her memory for Warhammer: 40k... Each night she surfed the internet trying to memorize every youth fashion and craze to better help her mingle with kids 1/4 her own age.)
"Warhammer - 40k...?" ... (NOTHING.) "Oh, no, we don't have any of that," she eventually slurred. "But if you come over to my house we can watch Adult Swim - I have that."
"Ok," the guy replied. "Hey?" he asked..
"Yeah?" said Trix.
"You down with dope, drugs, and me doing some?"
Trixie wasn't, but she was down with FINALLY getting fucked by something other than a man her own age - "50 -- gross!!" 'Besides,' she thought, a guy on drugs was liable to do anything. And unlike her last encounter with a boy over at the house, this guy would drug himself! She had had a hard time crushing up the pills and getting them into the pop.
.......
Back at the house, Trix put Adult Swim on and went for a moment into the kitchen.
The guy sat on her couch and Trix entered the room holding a plate of various snacks and sandwiches, but the guy was too busy digging into his own plate, filled with lines of off-white substance.
"Hey, is that... coke?" Trix inquired.
"FUCK OFF - DON'T TOUCH SOME. GET YOUR OWN. DON'T CAUSE A BREEZE. YOU'LL WASTE SOME." the guy yelled, violently cocking his head to the side, a pen tube up his nose and a wild stare infesting his eyes. "Err," he stopped... "no.. it's heroin."
("He'll be good and high!!!" Thought Trix to herself, savoring the coming moment.)
But before Trix could put the moves on the guy, he unexpectedly jumped up and dashed over to Trix. He flipped her over, landing her face down, ass up on the couch, and the guy with the flu-like symptoms -- *who we'll call Flu -- grabbed at equal sides of her sweat pants and, with a savage grasp, tore the ass of the wal-mart pants in two, exposing a great slab of freckle spotted, leathery and weather beaten white ass, and a great grubby brown, glowing red stretched asshole.
Flu, who, in turn, smelled of old ham, licked his pursed lips like a stray dog, spying that spoiled hole.
Trix, still head-down on the couch, made a timid noise that she meant to sound exited. She kicked her legs a bit, unsure of what to do, but Flu, having come up - way up - on drugs was too powerful and unpredictable, and he pushed her back down while cracking her legs apart like a lobster tail.
Trixies ass once again split to reveal a huge messy asshole, thick and full with red pubic wool and dark brown moss on both sides - it looked like a giant crater in the middle of a thick autumn woods.
"Gabba-gabba-HEY!!" sputtered Flu, his cock meat spinning in its pants. His breathing was hard and shallow, and his cock, laden with heroin did not work the way a normal cock should. Though high and aroused, Flu made the best of a bad situation: he reached down into Trixie's bum with both hands and spread that giant maw of a butthole with all fingers, out like a facehugger, far and wide apart.
Trix whimpered. (It was not meant to go down like this!!)
Flu rapidly stretched and unstretched her bum so hard and wide that cracks began to appear in her rectum lining, and several thin lines of blood began to appear like lips chapped by winter. With a hard, unfriendly shove, Trixie was pushed tumbling forward from the couch and crashed to the floor onto her chest. Flu jumped on top of her and ripped her sweat pants more into two and then tore them off entirely. He wrapped both halves around Trixie's wrists and ankles, and tied her up.
From this position she looked like a spit pig.
Flu seized her buttcheeks again in both his hands and spread her ass-pussy wide, flopping his half-hard / half-limp dick inside her. His limp head on its thick shaft dangled just inside her asshole like a fishing rod, and Flu once again began to wobble her hoop over his dong.
"F-f-feels so good!" he cried, pulling Trixie's sweat shirt hockey-style over her head, then emptied a flap of smack on Trixie's bare back. Flu plunged his nose into the pile of powder and snorted hard.
"AARRRGGHHHHH!!!!!" he cried, a steady steam of blood running from his nose, which he gathered in his palm and wiped it all over Trixie's ass crack and vag.
Cock still half-hard / half-limp inside her butt, Flu flopped more and more, harder and harder, more and more sloppy - until a huge and sticky, wrongfully thick wad of yellow-stained spooge that stunk like chlorine and made a noise like a baby laughing shot from his cock like a farmer blown nose.
Then, abruptly, he stopped.
Trixie, as if a corpse, lay morbidly still.
"Don't move," Flu commanded the aged whore. (Bound like a trophy pig on a platter, she couldn't. All she could do was lay there and listen to Robot Chicken.)
Flu darted into the kitchen and wildly began opening cupboards, throwing various kitchen shit to the floor, until he found what he was looking for and darted, with a huge jump and a roll, back into the living room. In his hands he clutched a baker's size box of baking soda and a huge, economy bottle of white vinegar.
"If your butt's anything like toilet paper, there's no way that gob of spunk's coming from your ass without a little help. And when it does finally emerge by its own volition, I don't want it running down into your vag. I ain't ready to be a father!"
Flu grabbed a 2l bottle of pop Trixie had sitting beside her couch, and from his shirt pocket he pulled a small box cutter and frantically sliced the top of the bottle off, turning it into a makeshift funnel which he unceremoniously dry-crammed into Trixie's anal crater.
"W-what are you d-doing... honey.. b-bear..?" Trixie asked, trying to sound cool; in control; like she liked what was happening to her, and therefore had an ounce of control over the looming event.
"Grade 2" spat Flu, as he ripped the top from the baking soda box with his yellow teeth and emptied the entire thing in a great white plume of dust down the funnel, into the old crone's bum.
"Oh GOD NO!!!" Trix cried!
"WHOA!! YEA!!!" reply-cried Flu! "BET THIS IS COOL!!!"
Flu flung the lid from the vinegar off, way across the room. Blood from his nose dribbled down his face, splashing onto his arm, running down his fist and mixing with the vinegar as it gushed into Trixie's bum.
She tried to bear down, but to no avail (as her ass was just too loose.)
A frothing white foam appeared the minute Flu pulled out the cone. Then a fizzing gushing rush. A painful, sizzling baking soda slurry jetted from between Trixies clenched cheeks and asshole.
The vinegar burnt and she screamed. Flu cheered!
A huge gurgling rush of frothy cum and tan septic foam shot up and out from the fire-crotch's ass. Gobs upon gobs of acid-chewed spunk, like living wads of bubblegum, crawled through the flapping folds of Trixies ass fat and then -- a torrent of fizzing shit exploded, up through the air, a meter high!
A raging rush of shit sprayed non-stop up - up! - UP!!
The shit geyser spewed so high that it touched the ceiling, showering young man and old woman alike in a sick, thicky and frothing slurry of bubonic, vomitous shit smelling, deep colon water! And then shit - pure shit - logs and logs of it - unending logs, like a link of shit sausages, slide from unknown parts of Trixie's intestinal track. Meals that had gone forgotten suddenly appeared as sizzling shit specters of half white half brown, marbled chunks of semen studded shit. Crap piled up all over the floor as a mountinous mound seven-feet high off Trixie's bum and then toppled, mud-sliding over, until there was no floor -- only a carpet of crap and a smell that would haunt the house forever.
Flu stopped dancing. He eyed up the bottle of pop that he had earlier cut: it was coke. He pulled from his dick a packet of Mentos.
Hog-tied Trixie screamed as Flu parted the mound of shit jutting from her ass and jammed the funnel unceremoniously back in. Dumping the pop down the funnel top, Flu dropped the deadly bomb of mints inside DGTrixie's ass and took off running, making his best 'Doctor Strangelove' cry of "YEEEEE-HAWWW!!! YEEEEEE-HAWWW!!!!.
As Trixies bottom swelled up, Flu dashed through door and slid to the grass outside --
Laying on the grass a few meters from the house, Flu turned back and stared wide-eyed at the house, through its pristine glass, inside -- then the window was smacked by an explosive splat of blood and shit! Through the chimney shot the body of a badly maimed and mutilated woman, spiraling through the air from a never-stopping geyser of shit from her ass, into the blue horizon... then exploded. Shit and cum rained down over the entire town, falling on birds in sweet revenge and filling the local kiddie pool. Gobs of slop plopped into kissing lovers mouths and crackling specks of turd cluttered up the highway causing a 40 car wreck.
"GOD BLESS AMERICA." Flu said, his hand held hard against his heart. A tear in his eye caught the sunlight, and a rainbow appeared. Then DGTrixie's skull, covered in steaming shit, landed with a dull thud and a squish on the lawn next to him.
"GOD BLESS THIS MESS."
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FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL -
Drop it like itshotradioactive. -
Even people on Santa's "Naughty List" don't deserve this... -
Worst.Christmas.Ever
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Typical response -
UGH -
Living life to the fattest -
In her natural habitat. -
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Trixie the Gelatinous Blob! -
Tryina' find a man -
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Trixie finds hope... -
creepy doll shit -
Her crack den -
Wow... Gave herself a medal. -
A more accurate depiction. -
Slay it. -
This explains her obsession with plastic surgery. -
She likes ponies too. -
Proof she is a pedo. -
A dramatization. -
The second option. -
The man who's baby she killed. -
How that little retard was first conceived. -
Pretty much how we all felt. -
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Beached whale watching spots.
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Moved to IRC and already calling herself their mascot. -
Even trolls don't wanna talk to her. -
EDF invades her doll chatroom. -
Trixie doesn't like sexually experienced males.
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doxdoxdoxdox... -
Scheming and bawwing. -
How the USI began. -
Looking for another man to give her a child to kill. -
Trixie asking people to edit her mention on the EDF2 article. -
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More hunting men online. -
Trixie can't take a hint. -
She's too old to understand computers. -
"I'm so nice I pretend to have a terminal illness". -
Joe tells it like it is. -
Please be more creepy. -
More truth. -
Fatness confirmed. -
Another (ex)mod tells her some harsh truths. -
Drunk,whore,USI. Trixie in a nutshell. -
More sexual harassment and poop fetish. -
Retardation at it's finest. -
Poop fetish exposed. -
Tells about her baby killing ways. -
Tells someone about her crusty vagina. -
Fatness and self importance. -
I don't even know... -
Deluded about people thinking she is hot. -
"I'm so glamorous! How did I get rejected by a fat hairy faggot?" -
More words of wisdom from Baya. -
It's not only the mods that tell Trixie the truth. -
The aftermath of profile spam. -
Sexually harassing yet another person who hates her. -
Instructing someone how to write her into an article because she is too stupid to do it herself. -
Flashing her old lady tits to the unwilling. -
"Someone doesn't like my ugly ass? Must be gay." -
"Pray for me to get laid or I will never leave you alone." -
Calling herself "The Queen Of EDF". -
Tags on the Trixie take-down thread. -
Gross... -
Talking about her medical history of being fat. -
Trying to dox people to find pictures to fap to. -
Fapping to ED's admin. -
More instruction about how to write about her. -
"Everyone has GOTIS except me." -
"Am I a whore?" Yes. -
Trixie loves guzzling cum. -
Role playing rape. -
Bitch sees 20 doctors at once. -
Deleting evidence of her retardation. -
"Damn girlfriend! fine! I'll rape you instead!" -
Admitting to being an attention whore. -
Sexually harassing people again. -
Fapping to Zaiger again. -
"I'll trade you my tits for yours!"... "lol no". -
Still trying to rape a man with a girlfriend who told her to fuck herself. -
Trying to seduce an unsuspecting man into her vagina. -
"Am I crazy?" Yes.
Links
Threads With Drama
I HAVE CANCER PITY ME- Defensive thread after being called out on bullshit
- dropping
the bombher nudes - butthurt
- GOTIS feeding trough
- HAY GAIS IM DRUNK LOL LOOK AT ME
- Thinking anyone cares about her relationship problems
- Flu's rapefic
Other Links
- Her Doll IRC - full of easily butthurt NORPS and ripe for trolling.
- WHOIS look up of her domain - DOX are here.
- Her flicker - wanna see some stupid dolls?
Her Facebook.- Her sister's Facebook.
- Her wiki about herself - begging to be vandalized.
- Here she used to look for kids to molest - Hacked and deleted.
See Also
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