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| duckley | Oct 12 2016, 09:51 AM Post #16 |
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And there he sat just kinda staring into the tear stained face of the now even weirder monk.. This had to be some sorta joke right?? Like the dude must've understood that he was just bullshitting because something about this just didn't feel right. ''Ha Ha Ha yeah nice one dickhead but im not gonna start running out of Irony.'' Clyde said in the saltiest tone imaginable as he the monk started walking towards him yet again. If this guy punched him again then he would be out for a good while, and while it was a lot better than this running shit, he still didn't wanna think about the things a monk would do to an unconscious young lad in his best years. And his urge to piss himself only grew stronger as the macho monk got closer and closer... and cloooser and clooser and.. what the fuck was that guy doing.. Clyde thought as he looked at the monk who was taking the tiniest steps he'd eve seen. So naturally he felt a need to provoke the guy even further by shouting ''JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WILL YOU SMACK MY TEETH OUT ALREADY!! THIS ISN'T A FUCKING HORROR MOVIE STOP MOONWALKING AND GIVE ME WHIPLASH!! AL...ready?'' Clydes tone went from a mix of anger and fear into pure confusion as the monk who had finally arrived stepped right past Clyde in favour of stepping up behind the hellish torture device instead. Oh man this wasn't good.. what if he decided to turn up the voltage on the bike.. or maybe even fix the damn thing, whatever he did it would be a whole lot worse than getting punched in the.. Clyde could feel the grip around his abdomen lighten as the straps that had been holding him down started to fall of. The sudden weight of actually having to support his own body weight caused him to fall over forwards and smash his head right into the bikes control pad. ''Fuck'' he let out in the happiest way possible as he excitedly rubbed the brand new bump on his forehead. Man maybe the guy had been convinced after all i mean he would have to be a pretty good actor to force himself to cry like that, Clyde thought to himself as he stepped of the bike and onto his shaky legs. But the rollercoaster of emotion decided to take another dive straight downwards as the monk decided to grab Clydes shoulders and lift him right up into the air. Holy shit he was going to get strangled and rammed until he looked like a blueberry pie. Sure the torture was lame, but dying was even worse, and so Clyde went into full damage control as he tried his best to avoid a beating. ''I-I-I-Im so sorry f-f-for saying all that stuff about your job, a-a-a-nd i really see how much you help people, so could you please forgive me and NOT MURDER ME!! PLEASE I'LL RUN ALL THE MILES YOU WANT AS LONG AS YOU LEAVE MY BONE STRUCTURE ALONE!!!'' Clyde yelped and cried for his life as he tried his best to waddle himself out of the macho Monks fearsome grip. But after a few seconds of blind flailing he realised that something was off, The monk wasn't screaming his ass of or punching him in the face. Instead he was... laughing. Clyde could feel tiny drops of spit fly out and land on his face as the monk let out a hearty laugh before setting the at this point borderline bipolar Clyde down onto the ground in front of him before starting to talk.''Bahaha you sure are a funny one, of course im not mad i mean how could i, you just made one of the biggest salvation breakthroughs since christian rock. Someone like you can't be left rotting in a place like this. Clean yourself up and get dressed, after all we have something very important to show the others.'' The monk said in a tone of what sounded like genuine joy. And Clyde who was sick of being confused at this point, just kinda went with it, He couldn't afford to take anymore risks at this point, i mean he wasn't even sure if the guy was just playing nice cop or if he'd been genuinely convinced by his retarded speech about child genocide either way he was going to have to take a bath. And get dressed.. ''Uhh... you do know what clothes are right??'' Clyde spoke while pinching the neck of his dirty old shirt. And the monk immediately started shaking his head. ''Yes.. but i would hardly call that appropriate clothing, not to be rude but you look like a yard sale that was swallowed by a mudslide. No i will go and get some highly fashionable black robes while you get into the bath. We are about to make history after all'' The monk spoke cheerfully before frolicking his way out the door. While Clyde just stood there staring at the door until he was sure the guy had left. ''Says the emo KKK member..'' He mumbled to himself before quickly running up to the door and pulling the handle... locked. He'd already assumed that it was but he couldn't help getting a little disappointed when the door wouldn't open no matter how much he pushed. He really didn't want to take a bath, but at this point it seemed like his only option, I mean he could barely break a toothpick so smashing the door was not an option.. nor was smashing the monk for that matter i mean that guy was massive.. There didn't look to be any other ways out, and if the monk came back to a dry Clyde going around trying to press nonexistent wall buttons then he would probably get the unwanted kitten treatment. So there he stood.. completely naked just staring into the bubbling water in the bathtub.. ''Cmon Clyde you can do this..'' he mumbled to himself as he took a deep breath and slowly lowered one foot down into the bathtub, But as soon as one of his toes dipped in he pussied out and flung it out of the water. God damn is it supposed to be this hot?? he thought to himself as he glanced back at the bathtub.. nahh it couldn't be.. there was no way that people tortured themselves like this every day just to be clean, no this was clearly boiling or something, i mean he was in a torture chamber after all. He paced around back and fort, throwing quick glances between the bath and the door as he tried his best to psyche himself up.. One dip was all it would take, then he could just lie to the monk.. one second of pain and then it would all be over.. He thought as he tried to jump in yet again.. ''You've bathed in shit piss and your mothers vagina and you're scared of a little water.. Cmon you fucking pussy show the world that cream is wrong.. Yeah!! humiliate that winged piece of shit..'' His mumbling got louder and louder as he started to psych himself up more. ''Yeah not only is she wrong, but she is a dumbass, a biiig duuumb aassss that no one ljkes!!!'' He spoke loudly as he took few steps back. ''FUCK YOOOU!!!!!'' He shouted to himself like a demented child, as he flung himself into the bath in front of him. Only to smash his feet against the slippery porcelain at the bottom of the extremely shallow bathtub, With a loud Splash, he slipped of his completely ruined heels and down into the mildly lukewarm water. And almost like a shell cracking, he could feel himself loosing a pound or two as the murky layer of dirt and filth that covered him was washed of by the comfortably tempered soap water. Clyde didn't agree on that last point however as he started violently trashing about in the bathtub, trying his best to get out of the molten slippery hellhole. ''OH GOD SAVE ME IM MELTING!!'' He shouted as the just above 30 degree water splashed up into his mouth, clearing out weeks worth of old food crumbs. He tried his best but he never succeeded as he repeatedly slipped off the edge and back down under water effectively cleaning him more and more for each time. it happened. The monk happily whistled to himself as he walked trough the corridors of the underground facility carrying an entire batch. Man this sure was a good day, not only had he reached a massive breakthrough that was sure to get him a fat pay raise if not a promotion, but he'd found a thousand beli note by the washing machine, that he PROMPTLY returned to its rightful owner along with another two thousand to compensate for it having been lying on the floor. If he kept going like this he would have to be put into super heaven for all of his deeds. ''Ah greetings Mary! Looking modest as ever i see'' ''Blessings to you too Joseph. After how last night's bible recitals went you'll need it!!'' But his greetings suddenly came to an end as he heard a loud scream coming from the end of the corridor... That sounded like... Fast as a hedgehog he sprinted trough the corridor dodging monk after monk as he made his way towards his cell all while being bombarded by cries of pure despair. And they only got louder and louder as he approached his door. BANG He kicked the door open and stepped inside only to drop the newly washed robe in shock... All the water from the bathtub was on the floor around it in a massive dirt brown puddle, and and at the bottom of the tub lied.. some sort of pink shiny alien fetus shivering and complaining to itself about something.. And as he stepped closer it seemed to react, quickly contorting it's neck to look him in the eyes... before slowly moving it's pathetic looking mouth. ''D-D-D-Don't just s-stand there, get me a fucking towel'' Clyde spoke before letting his head rest yet again. |
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| geomease | Oct 16 2016, 05:45 AM Post #17 |
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“Hey if you want another bout of tasers I gotcha covered, I’m an expert at The Shocker!” Cream giggled, holding up her right hand, extended her fingers straight and then curling her ring finger down. She then waggled her eyebrows seductively at Tessa. Ladies love 2 in the pink one in the stink as they say. Joking aside they were pretty boned. Now they were trapped in this small room with no way out. Really they might as well pass the time by getting down and dirty. “Come on Tessa we’re obviously screwed, we might as well at least get in a little bit of finger bangin fun before we bite the dust.” Cream pleaded, trying to sway Tessa into taking her pants off with a bit of nihilism. Wait bite the dust, bite… of course! I was so simple; they had a way to get out of here for sure! “Of course that’s it. Tessa open your mouth wide, we’re gonna test the limits of you gag reflex!” Cream shouted as she ran over and grabbed Tessa by the shoulders shaking her. The Monks just outside began to gag, seriously what was wrong with these two ladies, so utterly depraved and perverse. Still they just needed to focus on staying on guard. Who knows if they had more friends coming to try and bust them out? Anyone they didn’t recognize was gonna get punched the heck out. Cream meanwhile decided that after a few blows to the face she should probably clarify what she meant to Tessa. “Ehehehe… what I mean was, let’s just have you bite through the wooden door. You’re a shark, and shark jaws and teeth are supposed to be super duper strong right? Heck I’ve heard stories where sharks were found with crazy stuff like whole bikes in their stomachs. A little door ought to be nothing for you, so come on over her and bite down the door for us. Then we’re blast outta here like a bat out of hell!” Cream explained, detailing her brilliant door biting strats for Tessa. Well it was some sound logic, and Cream wasn’t about to listen to a counter argument. With a surprising amount of strength to pick up Tessa, holding her parallel to the ground and straining in effort. “Wow you’re heavier than I thought, not that that’s a problem. A little thickness is A O K for lovin, more cushin for the pushin heyo!” Cream then charged forward brandishing Tessa as a battering ram and… smacked her head against the wooden door. “Ok ok that one was my bad, I should have told you to get ready. Ok on the count of three you open that pretty mouth and chomp down with those pearly whites. Ready? One… Two… Three!!” Cream shouted as she charged forwards a second time. Tessa would find out that while the door was heavy and tough, it proved little match for her ridiculously strong jaw and teeth. Not to mention that her teeth could just instantly grow back if damaged or destroyed. The 2 Monks on the other side were quite surprised to see Cream and Tessa bust out, and even more surprised to see Cream brandishing Tessa like a weapon. Before they could react Cream lashed out! “Tuna Pound!” She shouted impromptu as she swung Tessa and slammed her against the two guards, sandwiching them hard against the wall and knocking them unconscious. She dropped Tessa ad grunts as she stretched her back, wincing at the small pops and cracks that emanated from her. “Wow that did a number on my back, but all my hard work paid off, now we’re free! What? What’s with that look?” Cream asked Tessa curiously. Several pummeling’s later and the two were well on their way to escape. Sadly it would see that brother Mordecai had returned, ad that he had a shivering Sister Miriel with her, a blanket draped around her shoulders. “It would seem our guests have made to leave early. Sister Miriel, is that her?” “Yes that’s her…” She groaned, weariness in her voice and a distinct smell of shame wafting around her fingers. “And show me on this doll where she touched you.” Brother Mordecai asked, passing her a nondescript doll used primarily to make it easier for children to identify where grownups had inappropriately touched them in trial. “Yes… she touched me here… and here… 3 times here… 16 times there… surprisingly 4 times here… and so many times there I can’t even feel it anymore.” She said, head hung low in shame. “HEY! I touched you 17 times there and you asked me to touch you there 4 more times all on your own!” Cream shot back, shaking a fist angrily at the lying harlot. The scene would be intruded upon by Clyde and Barney, who had by this point came around to show of the breakthrough he had made when he arrived at the standoff between Mordecai, 6 beefy monks traveling with him, Miriel, Tessa, and Cream. “Oh hey it’s Clyde, see now we don’t even need to find him. Clyde get your smelly ass over here, we’re slippin out of here like he morning after you wake up naked and covered in Hollandaise sauce next to a total stranger after a weekend bender!” Cream colorfully declared. Mordecai began to chuckle, thinking it amusing. “You shall not be escaping, you shall be beaten down and taken back to learn some true decency, all of you! I shall do it myself, with this, m Mourning Wood!” He declared. Cream cracked a smile as he pulled out a large tree branch and brandished it like a club. “This is my Mourning Wood, impressive is it not?” “I’ll say… that a huge piece of wood.” “Yes, forged from sturdy Adam’s wood, this holy stick is as hard as steel.” “Yeah it’s so thick too; you can barely wrap your hands around it.” “Yes… With this Mourning Wood I shall pound each and every one of you until you can no longer move.” “Start with Tessa; you can pound her Tuna with your Mourning Wood.” “I… was under the impression she was a shark but, yes I shall now commence pounding Tessa with my Mourning Wood while you can do nothing but watch… what are you doing, why are you laughing!?” Cream had by this point lost all control and fell onto her back, rolling around and laughing hysterically at how utterly insincerely he was saying Mourning Wood. Years streaming from her eyes at how utterly hilarious it was that she could lead him on like that for so long. “I don’t see what’s so funny… oh I get it now… Seize them, no need to be gentle with these sinners. Those who do not mourn the dead are better off not living!” Mordecai shouted as his monks rushed forward to attack the group. Cream was quickly dog piled by 3 of them, as she had voluntarily made herself prone. She gasped as she was quickly covered in large sweaty men. “I never thought I’d die this way, but I always hoped I would!” Cream shouted as the men began to grapple and pin her to the ground. Sadly they were all pretty tough, and she was both outnumbered and had no leverage to use against them so she was pretty stuck. There were three more for Tessa and Clyde to deal with, if Clyde felt like dealing with them that is. ![]() 122 Edited by Edit, May 30 2017, 10:42 AM.
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| Ludus_Defectio | Oct 16 2016, 10:10 AM Post #18 |
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Tessa felt more brain cells than she could count die upon Cream's explanation of her plan to knock down the door. She was about to attempt an explanation of how Cream's idea of how jaws worked was clearly skewed - how the hell do you bite against a flat, solid surface? - when the following moments were taken almost entirely out of her control as Cream, exemplifying the extraordinary strength she did show on occasion, tripped over the shorter woman and carried her like some kind of blue-skinned minigun. "What the fuck are you thinking? Put me down!" Cream didn't let up, carrying her like a battering ram to the door. "This isn't gonna work, that door's solid wood, I couldn't bit through even if I-" She was cut off as her skull made impact with the solid oak door. Unsurprisingly, it stood firm, but the same couldn't be said for Tessa, as her brain shook and rattled around the inside of her cranium, leaving her completely dazed. The second charge, though forewarned, came too soon for Tessa to have recovered. This time, though, it wasn't just Tessa's mental state that spintered, as this time Cream has swung her with enough force to actually, seriously busted a hole in the door. But Cream wasn't done concussing her yet. She swung Tessa in a wide arc, smashing into the two monks unfortunate enough to have been assigned as security to make sure the sinful shark woman didn't attack the young sister. They, as well as Tessa, collapsed to the ground in a heap. Cream was the only one left standing, or indeed in any state to properly function for a few minutes to come. Despite her temporarily crippled body and mind, she still managed to shoot Cream an evil glare from where she lay on the ground, recovering her body functions one by one. When she finally had some semblance of cognitive activity going on in her head, she clocked that Cream was being physically assaulted by three of the monks. It was impossible to tell, but they were probably bigger under the robes. Tessa had yet to meet an evil henchman who wasn't built like a professional bodybuilder, for some unknown reason. Regardless, her next move was clear. Developing tunnel vision and completely ignoring everyone else in the room, she staggered to her feet, turning to face Cream and her assailants. She adjusted her balance, and picked up speed as she charged towards them, metal arm raised horizontally in front of her, and on impact she used it in combination with her momentum to knock the guys off Cream like dominoes. She then grabbed Cream by the shoulders, and hoisted her to her feet, then stepped back. She took a moment, then raised her right arm and moved in quickly to deliver a metal-fisted punch to the barely legal girl's jaw. "THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR, BITCH?!" Some of the other monks, though confused by her assault of her partner, ran up and grabbed her from behind, putting their arms under her armpits and raising their forearms to hold her back. "Let go, assholes!" She bent over forwards, lifting them off the ground slightly, then ran backwards at speed until she hit the wall, winding the guy holding her and causing him to let go. She spun on the spot and landed a punch on his face for good measure. While she was turned, however, another monk came up behind her and pulled her into a headlock. She gagged, not expecting the assault, and quickly set about rectifying the situation by planting her feet on the wall and walking herself up to a horizontal position, at which point she fell, but she wasn't going down alone, oh no. He was coming with her. She wrapped her own arms around the back of his neck, and as she slammed into the ground he fell on top of her. Fighting to recover first, she pushed him off her and leapt to her feet. However, yet another guy came up behind her to attack. These guys clearly didn't like playing fair, but that was fine. Neither did Tessa. Before he could reach her, she spun on the spot and instinctively found his shoulder, sinking her teeth into it with enough force to actually bit through that door - given she was doing so from a physically plausible angle, unlike Cream's attempt. Yeah, she'd have more words for that little nympho later. For the time being, though, she had to worry about the guy her mouth was currently dealing with. He was screaming, rather predictably, and trying to worm his way out and only causing himself more pain in the process. Tessa could feel his blood spurting into her mouth, a sensation she wasn't overly fond of. She released her grip when she heard the guy who'd tried to choke her get up, allowing the guy she'd bitten to back off against the wall and clutch a hand to his injury, quickly turning his palm red. Tessa span on the spot to face her next opponent, who was quickly coming at her, and she spat the blood in her mouth at his eyes, making the mark and blinding the poor sod, who started clawing at his eyes to clear his vision, which he managed just in time to see Tessa jump a small distance off the ground and drive both feet into his guts, knocking him down. The pair smashed into the ground at the same time, but only the guy's head smashed into the stone floor, knocking him out. Tessa scrambled to her feet, waiting for her next opponent as she spat the last of the blood onto the floor and wiped her mouth on her sleeve, adding a bright red streak to the blue material. "Alright, that's quite enough of this barbarism," came a voice to Tessa's right. She turned, and quickly identified her former torturer turned escape-assistant. He was wielding a big stick. "So, you change your mind or were you just pretending to break me out?" |
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| duckley | Oct 16 2016, 11:25 PM Post #19 |
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*CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK* Clydes teeth sounded as he lied at the bottom of the newly emptied bathtub depserately staring up at the Monk above him. Had he not heard him or something?? Why the fuck was he still standing there? He thought before forcing his clappering jaw to form words ''E-E-E-Eyes of the m-m-m-erchandise and give me those r-r-r-ags!!!'' He stammered trying his best to sound displeased as he angrily glared up at the monk. But the only response he got was a loud ''AAAAAAAAHHHHHH''. Clyde winced as the monk... punched himself right in the face.. ''W-W-W-What the fuck dude!!!'' He exclaimed as blood stated dripping down from the Monks face and down into the bathtub. He tried his best to snake around the hepatitus C But to no avail as he slipped off of the cold wet side and slid right into the drips of red... Thank god these guys are celibate.. he thought to himself as the monk failed yet again to stop his rampant nosebleed... He had no idea but it was pretty fucking ridiculous, it almost felt like some fucked up gloomy version of one of those weird comics that his brother always read.. A buncha hot naked cartoon chicks running around until a guy got a glimpse of them and started sprinkling crimson right out of his nostrils... He never really got why that happened.. like if the dudes in that universe had some disease that caused severe lacerations at the sight of tits, But he didn't really blame himself for not understanding, since he usually just skipped to what happened afterwards... But then suddenly, his vision went black as he could feel a warmth coming on from above, fucking finally.. he thought as he scrambled himself into the oversized robes and stood up onto his feet trying his best not to slip as he stepped over the edge of the porcelain deathtrap. Carefully he let his foot rise over the wet edge before quickly placing it on the wet floor ... that he immediately slipped on.. Clyde was flung out of the bathtub by his own clumsiness as the monk just stood there trying to recover from the likely trauma he'd just went trough. With a loud cracking sound his face hit the concrete. He felt pain but he didn't even bother to react to it.. he just wanted this to be over so he could return to the warm, unventilated, stinky, confides of his room. ''Sooo you done giving yourself a nosejob or??'' Clyde commented at the monk who was still standing by the bathtub doing.. whatever he was doing. '' Ah yes i apologize, it seems like i mistook you for what we call an.. unholy abomination. And upon the realization that you merely resembled an unholy abomination, i decided to acknowledge my stupidity inform of what we call a... Face palm.'' The Monk spoke as graciously as ever before stepping towards the door. ''But enough of that, we have gods work to do!!'' And so he began tip ttoeing his way towards the exit. But not even that was easy as the very dresscode of this place was working against him. Whoever had decided that walking barefoot in a cold unradiated concrete dungeon was the real villain in all of this. Under such inhumane conditions anyone could've started torturing people.. It was a painful and dangerous journey. but after alot of suffering he finally made it to the door, where he was met by his monk companion and... Clydes eyes widened as he looked down the seemingly endless concrete hallway... Without a single radiator in sight... ''Ahh.. fuck i think i sprained my a..'' Clyde wasn't even trying at this point as he mid step started faking a limp, but there was something that spark betweeen him and the monk as he stood there bending his leg like a retarded ostrich.. He just kinda stared into what he assumed was the monks eyes.. they both knew what was going on and what was best for both of them.. So without a word being said the two just nodded at eachother. And so the monk skipped down the corridor at top speed carrying Clyde under his arm like some sorta stuffed animal. But Clyde didn't mind, as long as he didn't have to walk he was fine with mostly anything.. Alltough the speed was a little too much for his liking... It was bizarre really the Monk was just skipping but Clyde had to squint due to the force of the wind hitting his face. What the hell do they feed you guys!!t?? He said as he desperately held his robes down in an attempt to spare a couple of nuns, but to no avail as he could hear a screeching sound echoing from behind. The monk didn't respond however.. it might've been due to the nature of the question or due to him being focused on not slamming into other pedestrians, but it was most likely the shit that was unfolding right infront of him. With a stop urgent enought to Give Clyde some sorta vertical whiplash the Monk jutted his feet down to the floor sending himself gliding a few metres against the concrete floor as he looked over at the Standoff he'd found himself in. Clyde would cuss the guy out for almost breaking his neck but he couldn't because he was just as surprised. There she was standing in all her glory creaaaamn pyeeee.. And Clyde didn't really know what to feel.. was he supposed to be happy that he'd found his ''friend''.. i mean he was on the escape highway already so meeting her could be nothing but a speedbump. Also for whatever reason that dumbass had found it reasonable to rescue THEIR PRISONER before rescuing him.. he didn't know if she was doing it to spite him or if she was just that horny, but either way it pissed him off.. Not because of some sentimental ''friends first'' mentality but because it showed that HE as a member of the crew was a lesser priority than a fishstick with tits. But he didn't get to cuss her out either as she decided to hit the weakspot of his biggest trauma yet.. ''Smelly... i fucking wish..'' he said as he took another breath of the weird smelling gas people called air. But just like everything he'd done ever in his fucking life he was interrupted. This time by the massive monk standing by his side.. ''THERE IS NO NEED TO FIGHT OVER A MEASLY FEW!!! WHEN THIS MAN RIGHT HERE!!'' Clyde tried to sweep away from the grasp of the massive man but to no avail as he was grabbed and raised in the air like some sorta royal lion cub. '' HAS COME UP WITH THE GREATEST BREAKTROUGH OF OUR.... what the hell are you doing..''The monk lowered his voice as he quickly realised that everyone was ignoring.. it was almost like they were downright defying him how fast they started beating eachother up. Clyde and the monk just kinda stood there staring awkwardly at the rumble that was going down.. Clyde looked at the monk.. and then back at the rumble, up at the monk and then back at the rumble... ''You wanna go get something to drink or??'' Clyde said to break the highly figurative silence between the two.. He really didn't care if this brawl worked out in their favour or not, Big guy was on his side after all and judging by how he'd ran down that corridor he could probably bust him out of here at any moment.. The monk was about to raise his voice yet again but as he saw tessa slam a couple of the monks into the wall he just lowered his hands and looked over at Clyde.... ''Cafeteria is this way..'' The monk said before picking Clyde up and turning his back to the brawl. ''I'll be back for your ass in a bit just don't let em beat on ya too hard'' Clyde shouted at cream from his position under barneys armpit... Ewww Edited by duckley, Oct 18 2016, 08:44 AM.
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| geomease | Oct 20 2016, 09:38 AM Post #20 |
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Cream was buried beneath at least 500 pounds of muscle and flesh, all three of them pinning her down and grabbing the thrashing woman as she attempted to either escape, cop a feel on them, or both. Cream was clearly at a disadvantage here, but she wasn’t going down without fighting. With the practiced skill of a lifelong bed hopper her hands managed to expertly navigate the folds of flesh on them and found purchase on her target. She’d recognize the feel of a dudes’ dangling dice any day of the week. She gave the Mournful Monk’s Manhood and Marbles a merciless mash and one of the 3 men was soon screaming and crying like a little girl. Didn’t matter how strong a man was, you grab him by the nuts and give it a good twist and yank and he would go from Baritone to Soprano faster than you could bust a nut. Still the others made up for their brothers pain by grabbing Cream’s head and slamming it down hard. She grunted, and felt the daze weaken her grip. Just when it looked like she would be hauled away to be reeducated again the terror of the deep arouse to help her. The three men were blown off of Cream my Tessa’s small but powerful frame freeing the Creamy center beneath. Cream jumped to her feet, smiling thankfully at Tessa. “Thanks shark bait, remind me later to give you a free round of complimentary Cunnil-“ Cream began before she was cut off due to a fist plowing into her face and knocking her clean off her feet. Luckily Cream had enough sense to cover her jaw with a bit of hardened cream to protect it from the blow. Still hurt like hell. Cream groaned and got back to her feet slowly. Thankfully the Monks were now focused on what they perceived as the real threat, Tessa. They were swarming her left and right, forcing her to fight with increasingly feral tactics, including using those dangerous chompers of her to nearly bit one monks shoulder clean off. “Dang, note to self, bring lead lined dental dam for Tessa if I ever ask her to go down on me, sheesh.” Cream commented to herself as she watched the grim spectacle, blanching at the sight. She looked to Clyde, only to see him leaving under the arms of another Monk, a hot one at that. Why the hell did Clyde get to score with a hit guy when Cream Pye, in all her sexy glory was right here. I mean sure he might be gay but, come one. Nobody’s THAT gay. “HEY!! Clyde you get your scrawny ass back here and bring back that hunk with you right this instant, don’t you ignore meee!!!” Cream shouted as the two vanished from sight. Cream placed her hands on her hips and pouted. “Can you believe that guy, leaving me and Tessa to do all the fighting, gonna have to think of something extra horrible to do to him.” Cream commented to herself. She suddenly became aware of a looming shadow behind her. She turned around to see 2 Monks standing shoulder to shoulder, their heads nearly scraping the ceiling and their shoulders nearly scraping the walls. They had to be at least 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide at the shoulder. Cream’s hair seemed to deflate a little as they cracked their knuckles. “Now… I know what you’re thinking. Should I pun her, and the answer, may surprise you!” Cream announced I a less than confident tone as she felt two fists slam into her stomach with enough force to take her clean off her feet, fly into the air, hit her back on the ceiling, and then fall onto her stomach on the ground. Cream did the only rational thing she could do in this instance, she curled up into a ball and began to gasp for breath. “I… don’t… suppose *wheeze* you’d let… me go… for some sexual favors huh?” Cream managed to gasp out between breaths as the two beefcakes effortlessly hefted the small woman to her feet and placed her between them. She smiled to herself; maybe they were going to take her up on her offer. No as it turns out they started punching her more. Cream was pin balled back and forth between the two of them as they landed blow after blow to her body, raining them down like they were machine guns on either side of her. It was seriously painful, not quite as painful as her fight with Neckbeard, but getting damn close. When it was finished one of them grabbed her by the arm and flung her clean over his shoulder where she hit the ground and rolled a few feet landing close to where Tessa was fighting the Monk with the Mourning Wood. “Tessa… can we trade… these guys are totally ignoring the safe word….” Cream whimpered, her white skin already covered with cuts and bruises from the duo. The strode over and each grabbed one of her ankles and began to drag her away from Tessa. Cream whimpered and tried to find some purchase to hold onto but found none to help her. “I take it back; I don’t wanna be double teamed and fisted by them!” Cream shouted as one of them lifted her up by wrapping his beefy arm around her neck and holding her in a tight oxygen depriving headlock with enough strength her feet couldn’t even touch the ground. She clawed and thrashed about in his grip, as slowly her lungs began to burn. The process was helped by the other Monk landing a few quick jabs to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her even faster. Her legs slowly stopped kicking, and began a few more erratic twitches as her vision began to fade. Oh yeah she was familiar with the sensation of blacking out. It took every ounce of strength and willpower she had but she managed to kick her heel back, finding punches on the head locking Monk’s nut sack and making him bow just enough for her to suck in a breath. She reach back with one hand, and out with the other and flung 2 blasts of cream, one right into the face of the head locking Monk, and another into the face of the one winding up for what looked like a kidney punch. This was enough to stagger them dropping her to the ground. Reacting as quickly as her addled mind could she zeroed in on her target, Miriel. She had chipped away at her beliefs before; maybe she could sway her completely. She scrambled away from the two Monks who were wiping the frosting out of their eyes and practically pounced on Miriel who had just been watching by this point. “Miriel, baby! Listen, help me out here and the things showed you before will be like nothing at all. That was just a spur of the moment fling, give me the time and that will feel like gruel compared to the feast of feelings I can show you.” Cream pleaded a hint of desperation in her voice as the two beefy monks recovered and started advancing. Cream spun to face them, but stopped cold as Miriel leaned in and whispered something into her ear and then dropped a fist on the back of cream’s head. The sultry woman’s eyes fluttered and then she crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes, apparently unconscious. “I have this sinner taken care of; assist brother Mordecai in subduing the sinner Tessa. I shall return Cream to her rehabilitation chamber.” Miriel exclaimed as she picked Cream up over her shoulder and ran off. 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| Ludus_Defectio | Oct 23 2016, 09:24 AM Post #21 |
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Mordecai wasn't having any of it, and instead of answering he took a swing at her with his log. Tessa sidestepped and immediately counted by launching her right foot up between his legs. A dull, metallic clang rang out, and the guy didn't even flinch. This guy... there was no way... HE HAD BALLS OF STEEL. "Oh, no." Tessa stated simply. Mordecai grinned. "Oh, yes!" He swept the stick across the floor in her direction, and she almost forgot to jump over it. The corridor was too small for him to wield it effectively. "Ahahahahahaha! Fear the wrath of the Mourning Wood!" Tessa stopped for a second. "Wait, wha-" The guy took another swing, at her head this time. She jumped back to avoid it. His movements were sluggish. The weapon was heavy, and too big for him to wrap his hands around. It'd take a veritable giant to use it properly, and by that point it'd barely be a machete. Factor in the dumbass name and she wondered why anyone had bothered with it. He moved towards her, making a downwards swipe for her with the log. He missed, and as it hit the ground she charged forwards and ran up it. He tried to shake her, to no avail, and her run ended with her metal foot striking his skull as she went past, sending him toppling over backwards. "Brother...?" Came Mordecai's voice. "What're you smo... king..." Tessa turned to give the guy what for, but it wasn't the guy she'd just knocked over talking. It was another guy, but... she blinked. Yup, no doubt. These two were fucking identical. She blinked. "'Scuse me, what am I smoking." The doppelgänger rushed to the side of his fallen counterpart, while Tessa just stared. The two were literally indistinguishable by appearance. The fallen brother, she supposed, made an attempt to sit up, but she quickly put a stop to that by walking over and bringing the sole of her boot down on the guy's face, knocking him out. The other of the... twins? Sure, twins. But he was kinda looking about the room with a look of horror on his face. Two guys unconscious, one bleeding out, two more double-teaming a teenage girl, and his brother unconscious at his feet with blood leaking from his nose. "Why didn't you wait? I thought we were doing this quietly!" Tessa furrowed her brow, then figured it all out. "OH, so YOU'RE Mordecai." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why does everyone always make that mistake? It's not like we look the same." Tessa blinked, but decided not to waste time with a retort. Then Cream flew over, made her plea for help and then got dragged back for round two. Tessa ignored her. "So which way out?" she asked Mordecai. "Uh..." He pointed. "That way. You take a left there, then a right, another right, then-" "Fuck it, you're coming. Take me prisoner, might as well try to be quiet." She turned away from him and crossed her wrists behind her back. He just looked at her. "Well? Hurry up!" He jumped and grabbed her wrists, turning to look at the conflict going on further down the hall. Looked like they were wrapping up too, and Miriel had captured Cream, ordering the monks to go at Tessa. "I'm gonna struggle, make it convincing." the shark whispered to the priest, and she did. "No need, Sister, I have her!" Mordecai called out confidently. Now, they just had to spring Cream, get their shit, and make for the exit. And fuck Clyde. He could stay. The perfect plan. |
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| duckley | Oct 25 2016, 11:11 AM Post #22 |
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Clyde took a deep breath as he let the surprisingly fresh aroma of the coffee machine tickle the insides of his nostrils.. Man it had been so long since he could smell anything other than his own filth and failure.. Maybe he would be able to get used to this after all.. But most likely not, he didn't like change.. especially not change that required any effort.. i mean sure moving to a new house was pretty soul crushing, but at least he didn't have to spend half an hour every day moving for the rest of his life if he wanted to stay at his new place.. He blew the steam off of the cup and looked up at the massive dude in front of him who'd been hell-bent on torturing his ass a mere thirty minutes ago, but now they were just having a good old civilized cup of tea together, Life really was strange huh. ''So, what are you planning to do with me now that you have my ''breakthrough'''' He spoke not really grasping what the hell the breaktrough he'd made actually was.. The big guy let out a hearty laugh before putting down his cup onto the table.. ''Oh me?? Nothing.. I mean for all I care you could be the most sinful person on earth, but no one who makes such a contribution to the holy one deserves to be tortured, Besides even if I didn't see you as redeemed I already told you, no more torture.. no need to waste this much time and resources when we can just use your method for guaranteed results.. I mean sure we might lose out on some government funds but Money cannot compare to the love of our lord.'' The monk spoke with one hand on his chest before looking back down at the incredibly confused Clyde.. Man what the hell had he said to make this guy so nice all of a sudden?? And why couldn't he remember?? I mean a statement so powerful definitely seemed like something he would remember himself saying.. especially since he made so few of them. Ah whatever.. at least he was getting to leave this place after all, I mean it had turned out to be surprisingly homely, what with the coffee machines and the padded chairs in the cafeteria.. But still he was pretty sure that Monks weren't too fond of booze and or sexual assault, two things that he'd convinced himself not ot be able to live without. He just had to wait for all the action in the corridor to blow over and this guy would probably get them out of there, if not they would probably be stuck here forever... Clyde who'd just started a chain reaction of pessimistic worrying tapped the fingers of his free hands against the table while frantically looking around the room... He still heard a lot of scuffling out in the corridor and by the sound of it wasn't even close to stopping.. Fucking assholes all of them.. why couldn't they just listen?? He thought to himself as he imagined getting back home to his.. cold tiny ''bed'' half an hour before all of this shit even started.. But noooo they just had to go and have their epic little fight scene instead of having a peaceful little tea-party. His worrying quickly turned into spite as he started to blame cream and the prison shark, for all of this.. I mean it clearly was creams fault that they had gotten captured in the first place.. I mean she'd been the only one ''sinning'' at that bar after all.. Unless the bible considered toothpicks to be creatures then he wouldn't have done anything wrong.. even tough that might've been mostly/entirely involuntary. His light table tapping turned into hardcore table abuse as he slammed his fist against the wooden board in frustration.. God dammit he needed some praise to calm him down or he would smash this thing into pieces.. Okay he was looking for praise but not asslicking.. there was no way that he could break a cutting board let alone a table. Clyde leaned back in his chair and brought the now hopefully sufficiently cooled tea up to his mouth before asking the most self-serving question of the century. ''So i know that my idea is, pardon me.. REALLY fucking good.. But do you??.. Like if im gonna entrust this super important knowledge to you i at least want to know if you can see why it's so great and aren't just bullshitting me'' He said before closing his eyes and waiting for the incoming praise to rain in.. ''Well it is ingenious all around really, i mean not only is it a lot cheaper to supply ourselves with weapons than it is these elaborate torture devices, but it's so much more time efficient too. I mean these treatments can take months, even yeaars in some cases'' Clydes eyes shot open as he flinched... ''Years?? holy shit you guys really are dedicated huh..'' He said in a tone filled with bittersweet surprise.. knowing that, getting stuck here was not an option anymore, if this dude was to change his mind then he would have no choice but to sink to the level of his ''friends'' and break his way out by force. But escaping this way was going to feel much more satisfying knowing that these guys would've kept poking his dingus with stun guns for decades.. ''Yeah.. we rehabilitate up to a hundred people every year, and it's a statistic that we are incredibly proud of. But with this new method I wouldn't be surprised if we saved that many every day'' Clyde let his eyes close once again as he leant back and took his first large sip of the tea.. AAAHHH it had been a while since anyone had complimented him on anything, let alone his intelligence. ''I mean realistically we could probably hit as many as two orphanages a day'' SPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT Tea sprayed out of Clydes mouth as he fell right off of the chair hitting the back of his head against the concrete floor... ''Haha it's good to see that you are just as excited as i am. It really is a shame that you don't want to stay, we could use some new blood like you'' The massive spoke with a cheerful tone as he looked up into the ceiling.. Clyde sat back up onto his chair rubbing the back of his head with one hand and his tongue with the other.. ''Man what the fuck do you fuel those things with i could almost feel my tongue melting..'' He spoke as he slowly recovered from the sudden heatshock.. ''Anyway so where were we.. Orpahanges?'' Clyde said with a smile as he reached for a glass of water.. ''Yeah i was just about to ask if you know what kind of caliber you need to cleanly pierce the skull of a human child'' The monk spoke with genuine interest. SPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT Water sprayed out of Clydes mouth as he fell right off of the chair hitting the back of his head against the concrete floor... again. ''Why the fuck did you have a glass off..'' Clyde swiped the tongue around in his mouth to try to identify the taste.. ''vinegar.. lying around'' Dizzily he raised the chair back up and sat down yet again. ''So?'' the monk asked.. with a curious expression on his face. Clyde stopped raising the glass of foul-smelling dark yellow liquid that he'd found under the sink towards his mouth and looked at the guy in confusion.. '' So what?'' ''Hah you really are a jokester aren't you? I was asking about the child killing bulle..'' SPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT Weird yellowish sink liquid sprayed out of Clydes mouth as he fell right off of the chair hitting the back of his head against the concrete floor... again.. again. ''Wait that wasn't a joke??'' Clyde asked in pure shock as he lied on the ground... I mean now when the monk mentioned it.. he had briefly mentioned something about blowing up orphanages before, but he'd just assumed that the monk was fucking with him... Man not only had he gone and convinced a high-ranking member of a religious organization to start killing kids.. but he'd totally spilled all of his delicious apple juice... This just got worse and worse didn't it?? |
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| geomease | Oct 31 2016, 07:58 AM Post #23 |
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Cream Pye bounced, slung over Miriel’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes from the quick bonk to the back of her head. Miriel smiled saintly as she carried the unconscious woman through the halls to their final destination. A few Monk’s stopped to nod at her and wish her well, but none really bothered her. Eventually they found their location, Miriel opening the door and stepping inside. Cream’s eyes crept open, a mischievous smile on her face. “Sooo I pegged you for a straight up bottom but it looks like you got some top in you, very nice. I do love a good switch~” Cream sang playfully. Miriel rolled her eyes and dropped Cream to the ground, the pale skinned girl yelping as she landed on one of her bruises. “You’re possessions are in that locker over there, as are your companions weapons and clothes. Hurry and grab them, get your friends, and get out of here.” Miriel exclaimed, looking away out of shame for betraying her coven. Cream stood up, but instead of walking to the locker she walked over to the girl and placed her hands on her shoulders bracingly, forcing her to look Cream in the eyes. “Hey listen… I meant what I said; you’re welcome to come with us. This place… it’s toxic. I know the world can be super glum and depressing all the time, but what good does mourning and regretting every little step you take serve? I’ve lost a lot of people, I mean a LOT of people I love, but I can’t just give up. I made them a promise to live on, and that gives me the strength to keep going.” Cream explained a truly sincere tone in her voice. Miriel looked at her, her heart torn in two between the prospect of a life of adventure and rebuilding her life here. “Besides if god didn’t want us to have so much sex he wouldn’t have made it soooo gooood~” Cream giggled, electing a quick punch on the shoulder from Miriel causing her to grimace and wince in pain. “Ow ow ow not so hard, those two big guys really did a number on me!” Cream whined. “You just had to ruin the moment didn’t you… sssnnnrrkkkttt~” Miriel dourly replied, trying and failing to hide her amusement at the carefree woman. While she may have used it as part of a con, maybe she was sent from god, he does work in mysterious ways. She never thought that way would be sending a winged nymphomaniac her way but… well anyway. “Fine, I’ll go with you, if only to make sure that you start leading a slightly more modest life.” Miriel added, Cream smiled ear to ear hopping back and forth excitedly behind her. “Oh come on you missed the perfect opportunity to say ‘Baka’ and cross your arms disapprovingly!” Cream shouted as she bounced to the footlocker and gathered up her stuff, affectionately snuggling her Pussy Destroyer. Oh how she missed her cannon. Miriel’s response was to roll her eyes once again. With their gear secured the two ladies set off to find Creams friends and blow this Popsicle stand. Cream and Miriel were being anything but subtle with their escape. With her weapons firmly in her hands once again Cream was able to easily blast away any Monk’s foolish enough to try and stop their rampage. Miriel kept a slightly lower profile, trailing behind but she had a nice heavy shepherd’s crook she used to trip or flip Monk’s who got to close. She didn’t want to hurt them to bad after all. They eventually came to the mess hall where Cream spotted that smelly bastard Clyde chatting it up with his new butt buddy. Cream was super pissed at him still, and what better way to get revenge than to take it out on his new gay lover. “HEY CLYDE!!! FUCK YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!” Cream shouted as she pulled the trigger and fired her Pussy Destroyer. The muscular Monk had barely any time to process Cream’s words before her specialty cannon ball exploded in his face, covering him in thick white sticky cream. And securing him in a tangle of limbs to the floor. Cream ran over and pointed her Pussy Destroyer right in Clyde’s face next. “I have half a mind to blow you right here and now Clyde!” “Phrasing.” “Shut up! But we need you back on the ship because every ship needs a boat bitch. Now grab your nuts up off the floor and be a good little doggie and follow along, we’re getting the fuck outta here!” Cream shouted as she charged forward, they still had a Tessa to acquire. With a bit of searching, and some more explosions, they located Tessa being led away in chains by her captor. This was perfect, Cream was about to earn some serious brownie points by saving her from that Monk who had her held captive. “TESSA DON’T WORRY, I’M HERE TO SAVE YOUR ASS SO PREP YOUR VAGINA FOR MAXIMUM SQUIRTITUDE!!” Cream shouted rolling down the hall and shoulder charging the Monk she was with to knock him off balance before aiming her Pussy Destroyer and firing it at him. “No wait stop I’m actually on your si-“ The Monk pleaded before being blasted in the face with a hot sticky mess of Cream’s cream cannonball. The blast knocked him back and glued him into the wall like the world’s biggest money shot. Cream turned to Tessa all smiles. “Don’t worry, I gotcha covered Shark bait, that asshole won’t lay a finger on your asshole, that’s MY job!” Cream added for good measure, batting her eyelids at the irate shark woman. Miriel skipped over to the Monk and pulled the keys from his coat, struggling to pry them free from the sticky mess before ringing them over to unlock Tessa’s binds. “If you’re done, we should get going, there will be more coming, I can show you all the way back to the surface.” Miriel pleaded looking around nervously. She didn’t want to stay here any longer than was necessary. Cream nodded in approval. “Sounds like a plan. ONWAAARRRRDDDD!!!” Cream shouted, pointed her cannon into the air and leading the group onward and upward out of this stinking cave. techniques
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| Ludus_Defectio | Nov 2 2016, 03:12 PM Post #24 |
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Tessa and Mordecai were well on their way to the exit when Cream and Miriel entered stage right, Cream wielding her big ass weapon, Miriel being thrown the job of carrying Tessa's shit. Almost before Tessa could take in all of that, though, the younger girl had pinned Mordecai to the wall. Tess didn't question the situation, and ignored Cream's ravings of sexual frustration to instead take her stuff. Her knife, lighter, cigarettes, hip flask and some loose change and spare bullets found her pockets while her rifle was slung into place over her right shoulder. Cream was already charging off, Miriel in tow, and Tessa was about to follow when Mordecai called for her attention. She faced him. He looked kinda funny pinned to the wall, helpless, unable to move. "Uh..." he spluttered, "Get me down?" Tessa tutted and took a sharp breath. "I'd consider it, but I don't like tasers as much as you think I do." She gave him a mock salute. "Thanks for the help. Tell your brother I said hi." Tessa wasted no time in catching up with the group. Falling behind in a place like this would mean an eternity of wandering the hallways of a kinky electrocution cult, and that was the last thing she needed in her day. She watched Miriel warily. Needless to say she didn't trust this apparent turncoat, and the second she tried anything she'd be getting knifed. Fortunately, they moved without incident and they soon found themselves in a disturbingly pedestrian reception area, like you'd find in a library or police station. The receptionist eyed them suspiciously, and Tessa saw her arm start to move under the table. Instantly, Tessa's rifle was in her hand and she'd fired a shot into the woman's upper arm. "I ain't got time for any more shit from you assholes." She proclaimed bluntly as she pulled a lever on her gun, pinging the empty casing out onto the floor. The girl seemingly curled up in a ball under the counter as Tessa reloaded. The shark then addressed Miriel. "You. Get lost. I can't be fucked to deal with a mole." The woman suddenly looked scared. "But..." "But nothing. Fuck off." The girl just stood there, dumbstruck. Tessa was unmoved, and pushed past her to head outside, where she lit a cigarette, breathing deeply. Felt good to have that place behind her. |
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| duckley | Nov 3 2016, 07:35 PM Post #25 |
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A single drop of sweat slowly traveled down Clydes shiny forehead as he stared blankly up into what he assumed to be the roof of this supposed to be hellish complex.. He didn't even put in the effort to bend his neck to look at the monk while he was talking. ]''Hah do you really think I'd set you free just because of some joke? Stop being so hard on yourself you're a genius and you know it'' The monk said reassuringly from his position on the other side of the table... The words seemed to have opposite effect however as Clydes light spring of sweat turned into a flood and then a waterfall... He still couldn't really decide wether this guy was kidding or not even tough he'd just given him the answer straight up.. ''Are you sure????'' He mumbled in one last attempt to expose the monks sick practical joke. Still he was just as shocked as ever when the Monk confirmed the obvious yet again.¨ ''mhm.. i get the joke already, now you just look like an attention whore.. If you have something to say then say it..'' the monk said in a unusualy aggravated tone of voice. Clyde didn't know what to do.... wich was nothing out of the ordinary, but this time he REAAAALLY didn't know what to do.. He was bad at a lot of things, but moral dilemmas were probably one of his weakest points whenever someone brung up levers and trains in the same sentence he felt a strong urge to throw up in their pretentious faces. And the situation he was currently in was eerily similar. Only this time instead of choosing between ten people or a fat fuck, he had to measure the value of thousands of innocent children, against literal human garbage...The problem here was that he WAS the human garbage. Either he would sacrifice himself to live a life of crossfit and nipple tazers so that all the children this side of the red line could go on being absolute leeches. Or he would sacrifice all the children this side of the red line so he could go on being an absolute leech. he thought to himself while he struggled to come up with an answer.. I mean he could care less about a buncha stupid brats as long as he would get to go on living, the only problem here was what that life would be like. . I mean ''CEO of childmurdering cult'' was not something you would wanna put on your resume.. unless you wanted to be a politician but Clyde wasn't nearly snakelike enough for that anyways. All of it came down to one question: His LIfe or his reputation? Would he go down as a selfish scoundrel, or end his life like an honorable hero.. Honorable and retarded maybe. who would ever choose death?? He thought to himself as he sat himself up wringed the sweat out of his eyebrows and started speaking confidently ''Uhhhh im really sorry for being such a ''dickhead'' of course it's not a joke. I mean i love killing children. Hearing their soft skulls being punctured and their souls being sent up to the god allmighty reaaaly gives me a massive HARD O'' Clyde stopped himself mid sentence.. remember clyde.. pg13. ''-HNO because my god tells me not to hurt people yet i have to hurt people for god.. Amen'' The save had been pretty poor but at least he didn't look like a total weirdo.. ''Ah very well. Then we don't have any time to waste, wont you follow me to the council room while i get this thing sorted out, i wouldn't want you to loose out on the immense respect and material wealth that you deserve for doing such a good deed.'' Clydes eyes lit up a little as he heard the notion of '' material wealth'' damn he didn't know that he was getting paid for this?? Man honorable soldiers weren't just dumb they were really bad at business too.. I mean you might say that killing kids for money is wrong.. and you might be right.. But cmon have you seen an orthodox church lately?? He interrupted his daydreaming however with a quick and curious question ''And exactly HOW immense is it?'' The Monk chuckled ''Nowhere near as immense as gods love..'' Clyde gave the guy a look of disgust and shook his head.. 'Six hundred million Beli.. Cash'' the monk responded. Clydes face lit up in pure joy as he couldn't help but to leap into the air ''HOLY SHIT FINALLY IM FUCKING FREE!!! amen..'' He knew that he was probably tipping of the monk. But could you really blame him?? All of his problems, all of his worries GONE in an instant, his painful life of snot pancakes and shark abuse was over. Finally he could ditch this sorry bunch of loosers.. or wait even better BUY THEM!!! yeah he would return to lougetown in a fleet of gold so overcompensating that his enemies would die of pity. A peaceful life back at his parents old house with nothing but his friends and a huge wad of cash.. Actually scratch the friends, Just a huge wad of cash was enough for him. And all he had to do was go tell some towel wearing fucks that child abuse was okay. So with joy and excitement Clyde turned towards the exit and started whistling (or rather attempting to) a merry tune, But he only got half a lung in when suddenly his entire body froze in shock. A light dripping sound could be heard as the white goop poured off of the Monks face and landed on the carpeted cafeteria floor... Clyde just stood there.. looking down at cream and then back at the monk, down at cream, and then back at the monk,,, ''At least we're stable... cockmonger..'' He spoke in a distant tone of voice, almost as if he was sleepwalking. All the joy and spite he usually felt when he insulted cream was gone.. He just felt empty, too exhausted to care. ''And i who thought i was a pussy...'' He mumbled yet again before slowly making his way after cream. A runaway trolley car is careening down a track. Five people stand in its path, unaware of the imminent threat. You stand at the intersection of two different tracks and could, if you chose to, divert the trolley onto another track where only one person would be killed. Do you A) divert the trolley, intentionally killing one to save five? B) Don't divert the trolley and let the five die C) Cover everyone in cream and strangle a psychology professor |
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Miriel shifted away nervously from the shark woman who threatened her with words of shark toothed violence, Cream was having none of that though! She slid between the two of them seamlessly, wrapping around both of their shoulders and pulling them in tight for a quick group hug. “Hey hey hey there’s no need to frown Buster Brown. We’re all friends here. Tessa this is Miriel, Miriel, Tessa. There now we’re all friends. Tessa Miriel is helping us get out of here in exchange for getting away from this stuffy old coven, ain’t that right sweet thang?” Cream sang, slapping Miriel on the ass and giving it a nice squeeze. She then repeated the action on Tessa before running off giggling like a maniac. Miriel not wanting to be on the receiving end of those teeth ran after Cream, hiking up her robes as she hurried along. “W-wait for me, I don’t know where you’re ship is, don’t leave me with heeeerrr!” Miriel cried out as she ran after Cream and away from Tessa. The rest of the escape was pretty uneventful. Once they were back above ground the cult of Mourners couldn’t do very much to pursue them, not with so many innocent civilians and dignified Mourners in the way. The group made it onto the ship and all was well that ends well. “And so then after I seduce her with my feminine wiles, I tied her to the table, took a lit dripping candle, and I shove it right into her-" Cream began, regaling the crew with her ‘heroic’ exploits. “Yes I know Cream… I was there… and it was me, you can stop telling that story.” Miriel interrupted, turning red as a cherry. “Well I know that, but Doc Boy and Jack don’t, sheesh you gotta lot to learn sister, luckily you came to the right place, and in the right place to if ya know what I mean hehehe~” Cream giggled manically rubbing her hands together. “Oh yeah speaking of which, come on you, time for a hands on lesson!” Cream exclaimed as she grabbed Miriel by the hand and pulled her along to her room and proceeded to lock the door. No one in the ship was getting much sleep tonight. |
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| Shizuochan | Dec 22 2016, 11:19 AM Post #27 |
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a real naga
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You guys are fucking weird. Clyde: 14 SD, 7,000,000 beli. Cream: 15 SD, 7,500,000 beli. Tessa: 12 SD, 7,200,000 beli. Rare Find for Clyde: Morning Glory: What looks like a wilted, shriveled twig expands to a long, rigid Adam Wood bo staff under the presence of sunlight. Treasure Hunter: Tessa finds the Euphemizer, a set of glasses that, when worn, makes everything appear to have a phallic like silhouette. |
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Okay, fine, I actually have characters.
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