Delving into the Dark Corners of the Internet: My Shocking Encounter with Zambian Meats
I’m honestly in a state of disbelief. As I was watching a Netflix show, I stumbled upon something so disturbing that it has left me thoroughly shaken. My interest in cop shows and bizarre internet stories led me to an episode featuring the infamous Zambian Meats, a website that turned out to be far more disturbing than I ever imagined.
The episode centered around a man named James Brunton, who claimed to have killed and eaten another man after meeting him on Zambian Meats. Brunton, using the pseudonym Chefmate50—an unsettling moniker to say the least—allegedly engaged in conversations on the site that discussed cannibalism and arranged meetups. One particularly horrifying interaction involved Brunton sending a contract to a minor, in which the minor agreed to serve and eventually be consumed by “Master Chefmate50.”
Upon further investigation, authorities discovered that Brunton’s actions were purely fantastical, with no concrete evidence of him actually committing murder. Nevertheless, he was arrested for another abhorrent crime: secretly recording boys in a locker room.
Though repulsed by the concept, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know if Zambian Meats still existed. Too afraid to visit the website directly, I Googled “Zambian Meats.” Instead of the website, I found links to the Netflix show, a few articles discussing the site, and a chilling revelation: a German police officer was arrested for allegedly killing and eating a man in Dresden after connecting through Zambian Meats. Further investigation revealed that while the officer confessed to the murder and dismemberment, he denied any act of cannibalism.
The more I searched, the more fascinated and terrified I became. The website seemed to have vanished, likely taken down due to its disturbing nature and legal implications. Despite this, I continued my deep dive into the topic, only to encounter a popup window that sent chills down my spine.
The popup, which appeared as I browsed various sites, was a plain 400×400 pixel window with a single link reading “Find Like Minded People.” The faint image of a torso, possibly human, hanging on a hook, and the words “LONG PIG” in the background, piqued my morbid curiosity. Unaware of the term “long pig,” I clicked the link.
What appeared next left me in stunned silence. A couple, seated at a dining table, gazed lovingly at each other, their plates adorned with what seemed to be roasted human body parts—a hand on her plate and a severed head on his, drenched in what appeared to be BBQ sauce. I tried to convince myself that it had to be staged, a mere fantasy like the Zambian Meats site, but it looked disturbingly real.
Despite my initial revulsion, I couldn’t resist clicking “Enter.” The site looked like a typical forum at first, with topics about everyday life. However, a section titled “Are you sure you want this? 18+ only” caught my attention. Clicking on it revealed a stark change: the background turned black, the text turned red, and the forum topics shifted to Meetups, Dating, Recipes, Beginner Chefs, D/s, and Hunting, adorned with unsettling images of what appeared to be human bodies hanging from hooks.
I clicked on the Recipes section, which presented a macabre selection of culinary topics: stews, roasts, broiled steaks, salads, and drinks, alongside more grotesque entries like sweetbreads, brains, liver, kidneys, and heart. Each topic was accompanied by a diagram of the human body, pinpointing the locations of these organs. Overcome with nausea, I closed the page.
Next, I visited the Dating section, where I found over 250,000 messages. Phrases like “44, SWM, looking for the right woman,” “GBM looking for GWM who can cook,” and “Young SWF ready to submit” filled the screen. One listing stood out: “SWF, just turned 18, looking for DWM. I am ready to commit. Take me, I’m yours. I want you to eat me.”
Intrigued and horrified, I replied: “Hi, I’m Stan. 19, SWM. Never been divorced. Do you only date divorced men?” The immediate response, “What? D doesn’t mean divorced. I don’t care if you are married, single, or own a harem. I just want you to use my body for yours,” left me speechless.
This journey into the darkest recesses of the internet has left me both fascinated and deeply unsettled. The thought that such communities exist, even if merely as fantasy, is disturbing and raises questions about the very fabric of human nature.
