Terror Firsthand #84: Another Cosmetologist Gone

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Another Cosmetologist Gone 

The CEO of Archibald Animations in Spain

The next day, I recieved more responses to my message about needing an animated movie. My budget was still too low. One person in Spain hit me back and said,

How long is the movie and do you have the script and voiceover already? If so, send it to me.

I wrote the person back and said,

60 minutes, and no I haven't written the script yet. What is the cost?

He replied back and said, 

$36,000, how much is your budget?

$500 I replied.

Archibald Animations replied back and said,

I'm very sorry, but we can't help you. Your budget is too low for a 60 minute movie. Animation takes alot of time and hard work. We have to draw the characters and design them and then animate them.

Then I messaged back and said,

Well if you can do 15 or 20 minutes that would be fine too.

Then, one of the freelancers that worked for Archibald Animations replied,

I can probably do several 5 minutes clips each for that price and put them all together for you, but you have to send the script and voiceover first. 

I didn't reply. I didn't even have a script and voiceover ready and even if I did, I wouldn't want to send it to a bunch of different people unless I copyright my work first so they can't steal. I didn't even wanted to pay $500 for a 5 minute or 60 second animated video so I decided that I would just try to do it myself like I had decided the day before. A couple of other animators called me back about my quote inquiry but I didn't even pick up the phone. I knew that an animated film with them was not going to happen anytime during my lifespan. If I had the money, I'd probably hire them. 

One of the people on "Love After Incarceration" about to meet their husband for the first time 

Or maybe not. I'd probably just spend the money on a penthouse for Daddy Dollaz or something. Later that afternoon, I started watching a show on YouTube called "Love After Incarceration". I didn't even know the show existed. It popped up on the YouTube feed randomly and I decided to click on it. That particular episode was filmed in Houston Texas. It was a basically a show about a bunch of people finding love after being incarcerated. I hated watching it. It looked so scripted and phoney. Some of the women and men on there were putting thousands and thousands of dollars on people's commissary accounts and it made my stomach turn because it always does. Plus, some of the women on there were always on the phone talking to another bi*ch about their incarcerated man. 

Why are women always on the phone talking to another b*tch about their fu*king man? I'm nothing like those TV hoes. I never talk to other women about my problems, especially a problem that I have with a man. I would never confide in these sneaky, sadistic bit*hes in the world. They all stank and it is not funny. I take their jealousy, downlow lesbianism, bisexuality, and nastiness very seriously. I do not fu*k around. As a famous comedian once said - "I'm standing on bidness!".

Anyways, The "Love After Incarceration" show sucked so bad and the people on there were so ugly that I ended up turning the channel to The Gay Fantastic Lash Bar. I never really cared for reality shows on cable TV anyway. I'd rather just watch a regular ol hood vlog or something. 

Vanessa Gayberg had gotten shot in the chest and died at the hospital. Someone killed her at her apartment complex by the name of Chandler Jerome Brown. His street name was called Chan Da God and he was a well known gay porn star. He had been featured in over 50 gay porn films. Most of them were orgies with other gay men throughout the East and West Coast but only a couple of them weren't orgies, it was just him and one other man.

Chan Da God's most recent film was called "Nothing But Raw Dicks" which was released just hours before the shooting. There were 4 nude men on the cover, all humping each other. He was not arrested and was still on the loose. There was a witness on there that said that Chan Da God killed Vannessa, because she didn't want to sleep with him at her apartment and told him that she was a lesbian and he became upset. The witness said that Vannessa Gayberg told him no because she didn't want to catch HIV. 

Chan Da God's new porn film cover, featuring Swallow DeCock, Mr. OnyoFace, and Enyoazz XXX 

"Why the f*ck would a man that gay be upset at another gay ass person for being gay? That doesn't make any sense! And what the f*ck did Vannessa Gayberg mean when she said she didn't wanna catch HIV? she was already gay and coulda caught that disease from anybody, not just a gay porn star! Her gay ass probably never even took a PrEP pill before and thought she was safe stealing people's boyfriends! What goes around comes around. She made Beatrice Nothings kill herself now she's dead too!" I yelled to the screen in disbelief.

Boy were those turnt out people confused. They didn't know which way they really wanted to swing. After doing more research, I found out that Chan Da God, didn't have HIV and was on the run.

The stylists at The Gay Fantastic Lash Bar in Hampton Virginia were on there holding a memorial for Vanessa Gayberg near her apartment complex. They were sending out multi colored rainbow balloons and labeling her the "Lash Queen of All Time". I was hoping someone would blast their gay ass memorial up too.

The people out there mourning for Vannessa Gayberg 

I eventually changed the channel because I really didn't give a f*ck and I was not entertained by a long shot. I didn't care if any bi*ch on this whole earth die. It's not my job to care. I don't know them, and I never will. Women are still not welcomed in my presence for any reason and I do not owe their funky, downlow, sickening asses anything. Women still make me puke, and I'm still very afraid of them. They still look they they all have a fishy odor and they still look very nasty, fake, predatory, stank, and gay. They still look like they bite too.

Later on in the afternoon, I ended up messaging Daddy Dollaz but my money got a little tighter so I decided to stretch the conversation. After speaking with Daddy Dollaz, who is nothing like the niggas on "Love After Incarceration", I went to a nearby basketball court to shoot some hoops by myself. After that, I stopped by a store to get some non alcoholic Rose` and then went back to the secluded campsite near the black bears. I wanted to leave, but I was too afraid.