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Watch Oya Obinidodo: Solo Glamping Adventure & Live Performance

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Watch me as I show viewers what it's like to go solo glamping while rapping at the same time. Please excuse the fact that I wanted to film this adventure so bad, that I didn't even bother wearing makeup. It was scorching hot outside, and the makeup would've just melted off my face anyway, which is not cool. Who has time to sit around and refresh makeup all day when there's other things that need to be done? I don't!  I know there's a rule out there that says when you're in the entertainment business, you should never go on set without hair and makeup. For this adventure, that rule went out of the window. I decided to face my true self, and go all natural for this one.  Also, stay tuned for more © Terror Firsthand stories (fiction). For best results, start from the beginning with story #1  Terror Firsthand: A story About the Time I got played and pimped out  and read all the way up to the latest story, which is #7,  Terror Firsthand: Living At Camp San La Mu

Terror Firsthand #7: Living at Camp San La Muerte

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 © Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story blog series that was created in April 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home.  Warning : extreme terror Terror Firsthand: Living at Camp San La Muerte  At Camp San La Muerte  A few hours later I asked San La Muerte for something else. I started feeling worrisome, but the ghostly spirit said that I could ask for anything. So I did. "Can you k*ll everyone I don't like?" I asked eagerly. "They're already dead. Cut on the news. All of their faces will be on there." Said the ghostly spirit.  I immediately cut on the huge 500 inch TV inside the tent. The news was already on. As the TV flipped through the channels by itself, I saw each of the bullies one by one. They were all dead. I was happier than I ever felt. I felt a bit chilly, so the heat cut on by itself. I didn't even have to grab the remote. It's like the ghos

Terror Firsthand #6: Visiting Kodak River for first Time

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© Terror Firsthand  is a fictional short story blog series that was created in April 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home.  Warning : extreme terror  Terror Firsthand: Visiting Kodak River for first Time At Kodak River during Thunderstorm  The next day when I woke up, I vomited. I couldn't stop thinking about how hard my life had gotten, thanks to a bunch of gross, nasty bullies. These were no ordinary bullies. These predators are much more heinous than I could have ever imagined. They are the type to spy, stalk, rape, torture, inbreed, and m*rder and then lie forever to cover their tracks. They have no soul, and no conscious, and they never have any remorse towards me. They will always be racist and they will always hate me and drag me down.  These type of deadly human predators will never own up to their behavior, and they will always lie to get out of something. They are truly disgusti

Terror Firsthand #5: Where to go Next?

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Terror Firsthand  is a fictional short story blog series that was created in April 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home.  Warning : extreme terror  Terror Firsthand: Where to go Next? After I left Louisiana I decided to drive to back towards the East Coast infestation of human predators. I figured they would be everywhere, so why bother running. When I got back, I threw up about 7 times. I tried to hold back my vomit, but I couldn't. I could barely eat for the first 30 days I was back. I ate only one meal a day and drank only water. I hid inside the hotel all day long and only went out for food, like in Louisiana. I didn't go to the dog park, and I didn't speak to anyone. People are really sickening around here, and I already knew that prior to coming. I sat indoors all day writing a book.  After living in hiding for about three months, I finally mustered up the courage to go to a

Terror Firsthand #4: Turning into A Hardcore Gangster very Quickly

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Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story blog series that was created in April 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home.  Warning : extreme terror  Terror Firsthand: Turning into a Hardcore Gangster very Quickly  So I've been in Louisiana for months, recording singles and living in my recording studio. Today, I took my dog to the park. While I was at the park, a man that had a pit bull approached me. He was wearing a Balmain shirt, Balmain pants and a pair of Stacy Adams. I was wondering what a man dressed that well would be doing in a public dog park. The man had on a Balmain jacket. "F*ck. That's a lot of Balmain. Who wears Stacy Adams with Balmain?" I asked to myself. He was smelling like a lot of cannabis.  "Hi, do you come here alot?" The man asked.  "No, this is my first time here." I said.  "Do you mind if my dog plays with yours? Don't wo

Terror Firsthand #3: I'm moving on to Another City

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In today's blog, I will share with you a fictional story about the terror I witnessed firsthand. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head.  Warning : Do not try this at home.  Terror Firsthand: I'm moving to Another City  In Louisiana practicing Louisiana Voodoo for the first time  After the sex party, I decided that I didn't want to be in the area anymore. I decided to go to a place that I never been before, New Orleans and Baton Rouge. I was so scared about going, that I didn't go in the past. I've always wanted to see the city. I used to look at people on YouTube and daydreamed about going there. My music is perfect for Louisiana. I figured I'd fit in.  I got in the car with my dog, and drove towards Louisiana. I spent several days and several nights in other cities along the way, until I finally made it. After I pulled up, I started crying. I was so sad about the 2005 hurricane. It bothered me. Anyways, the first thing I