CHAPTER WON ONE
Elliot Rodgers was just your modern day average nice guy. He did his best to please others and improve himself, yet never did anyone care about it. It was another cold, sexless night for this half-white-half-Asian bishie virgin.
He looked around and his roommates were as usual, his two housemates seemed "nice" to him but they kept inviting over their friends. This time, it was Chance, a confident black boy who came over all too commonly.
As they chatted and drank cheap beer, a vile incident occurred between our hero Elliot. His meal was ruined as Chance started bragging about his success with girls. Elliot couldn't stand it, so he tried to reduce the damage to his ego by asking his friends, right there at the table, if they were virgins. They all stared at him with wild expressions and proceeded to say how they had lost their virginity long ago. Elliot felt so inferior, as it reminded him of how much he had missed out in life.
The final blow came when Chance proceeded to tell how he had lost his virginity to a blonde white girl. Elliot got so enraged, in a flash he splashed the vile ape-man with his cold non-alcoholic orange juice. As Chance cleaned his eyes and tried to figure what was going on, their friends separated them before a fight broke over. Elliot indignantly screamed he didn't believe that story and stormed and went to his room, slamming his door as hard as he could. He cried to himself, and cried calling his mother for comfort afterwords.
He had no idea how an ugly ape-man was able to get a white girl and not himself, he was beautiful after all, half-white himself. His roots descended from British aristocracy while Chance descended from slaves! He deserved the white women cunts! Elliot was restless in his bed, trying to erase those vile words from his head, and this all reminded him of how ridiculous the female gender is, as they would give themselves to this barbar, but reject him. The injustice of it all!
CHAPTER ONE END
Let me say that this story didn't end well for the villainous female gender, as one day our hero Elliot Rodger, armed with a pistol while on board his shining BMW, like a modern knight, he put on his aviator sunglasses rather than a helmet visor visor and murmured his motto: "CAN'T DODGE THE RODGE". He rode onwards and fought the monsters and the very law itself, before ending his life with his own hands rather than ending captured by the enemy.