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one day harriet's mother came home with a dollhouse. it was made of ancient hickory and smelled of moth balls. the shutters were a stark green, the sides stained wood with remnants of deep red paint that had mostly chipped off. scratched into the bottom with scrawled letters was "DROSS eats diapers for $".
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THE END
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[12:56:59 PM] SPR_255: Poke
[1:43:17 PM] Nefer Aissel: oh its u
[1:44:17 PM] SPR_255: hi
[1:44:53 PM] SPR_255: what's up?
[1:44:58 PM] Nefer Aissel: nm u?
[1:45:03 PM] Nefer Aissel: (u know who i am right?)
[1:45:29 PM] SPR_255: wetgenes i think. waist?
[1:45:45 PM] Nefer Aissel: not even close
[1:45:58 PM] SPR_255: i forget then'
[1:46:01 PM] Nefer Aissel: lol
[1:46:02 PM] SPR_255: who?
[1:46:12 PM] Nefer Aissel: wetgenes is right but
[1:46:22 PM] Nefer Aissel: if u had one guess.
[1:46:48 PM] Nefer Aissel: and only one...
[1:46:52 PM] Nefer Aissel: the one..
[1:47:23 PM] Nefer Aissel: who else could i be
[1:47:39 PM] SPR_255: rock?
[1:47:49 PM] Nefer Aissel: that's the guy who asked who verms had a crush on
[1:47:57 PM] Nefer Aissel: i actually quoted from him
[1:48:00 PM] Nefer Aissel: with the whole one guess thing
[1:48:14 PM] Nefer Aissel: i'll give u one more guess
[1:48:45 PM] SPR_255: hmm.
[1:48:58 PM] Nefer Aissel: i will rape you xD
[1:49:09 PM] SPR_255: I can't remember.
[1:49:14 PM] Nefer Aissel: kado u suck
[1:49:20 PM] Nefer Aissel: i look at your avatar and i know who u r
[1:49:33 PM] SPR_255: yeah well you don't use the same avatar
[1:49:39 PM] SPR_255: if you used your avatar i'd knw
[1:49:41 PM] SPR_255: know
[1:49:47 PM] Nefer Aissel: well there's one thing that never changes
[1:50:13 PM] Nefer Aissel: heck ive been using this avatar on wetgenes for some time
[1:50:28 PM] SPR_255: I need a list of usernames. one sec.
[1:50:38 PM] Nefer Aissel: i often use a lot of emote faces
[1:50:44 PM] Nefer Aissel: how cant u remember
[1:50:54 PM] Nefer Aissel: it's like
[1:51:02 PM] Nefer Aissel: you're totally weeded out of my realm
[1:51:15 PM] SPR_255: Athens!
[1:51:20 PM] Nefer Aissel: lol.. fuck you dude
[1:51:22 PM] SPR_255: lol
[1:51:23 PM] Nefer Aissel: last hint
[1:51:32 PM] Nefer Aissel: if u dont get it at this point...
[1:51:52 PM] Nefer Aissel: then you are not kado
[1:51:54 PM] Nefer Aissel: here we go
[1:51:56 PM] Nefer Aissel: =^_^=
[1:52:47 PM] SPR_255: is that the hint?
[1:52:48 PM] Nefer Aissel: yes, your hint is...
[1:52:50 PM] Nefer Aissel: =^_^=
[1:53:28 PM] SPR_255: well when i see that I immediately think o_hai, but that's not you.
[1:53:43 PM] SPR_255: cause i never spoke to him on skype.
[1:53:48 PM] Nefer Aissel: i must have not been very happy in your presence
[1:54:00 PM] Nefer Aissel: you are not in my world
[1:54:04 PM] Nefer Aissel: how about....
[1:54:12 PM] Nefer Aissel: i am the crownwhore of time.
[1:54:45 PM] SPR_255: ok... i got this
[1:55:05 PM] Nefer Aissel: you better
[1:55:23 PM] SPR_255: I don't got this
[1:55:52 PM] SPR_255: gimme multiple choice, lol
[1:55:54 PM] Nefer Aissel: im going to post this convo o nthe forum and show everyone how stupid you are
[1:56:00 PM] SPR_255: if I just had a list of all the usernames i could pick you out
[1:56:56 PM] Nefer Aissel: why dont you make up all the usernames you can think of right now
[1:57:08 PM] Nefer Aissel: so i can mock you about it
[1:57:18 PM] SPR_255: meh.
[1:57:38 PM] Nefer Aissel: you're a god damn excluded ignoramus
[1:57:57 PM] SPR_255: so this is KAM then
[1:58:21 PM] Nefer Aissel: no, clearly im erik_revolution, telling you that you're a jew
[1:58:27 PM] SPR_255: lol
[1:58:37 PM] Nefer Aissel: you dumb shit
[1:58:45 PM] Nefer Aissel: finally fucking guessed it, dude
[1:59:00 PM] SPR_255: I had to look on the forums. I forgot your name existed.
[1:59:06 PM] Nefer Aissel: if you don't know that =^_^= means KAM, then you have your wang shoved up your own anus
[1:59:26 PM] Nefer Aissel: we just talked about smash brawl like 12 times in the past 2 weeks
[1:59:42 PM] SPR_255: that was like a month ago
[1:59:59 PM] Nefer Aissel: that was like 2-3 weeks ago.
[2:00:23 PM] Nefer Aissel: welcome to skypegenes
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"Don't be silly, Kaim.
Look! I'm smiling, aren't I?"
He draws his cheeks back and lets his teeth show white against his brown skin.
"If this isn't a smile, what is?"
Kaim nods but says nothing. He pats the boy on the shoulder as if to say, "Sure, sure."
"Come on, really look at me. I'm smiling, right?"
"Right. You're smiling."
"Anyway, forget about me. Hurry, let's go."
The boy has a sweet, open nature.
He made instant friends with Kaim while the other townspeople kept their distance from the "strange traveler."
Not that the boy chose the much older Kaim as a playmate.
He leads Kaim to the tavern, which still hasn't opened its doors for the day.
"I hate to ask you to do this, but... would you, please?"
The boy's voice seems to have carried inside.
A man in the tavern peals off a drunken howl. He sounds especially bad today. Kaim fights back a sigh and enters the tavern.
The man on the barstool is the boy's father, drunk again at midday.
The boy is here to take him home. He looks at his father with sad eyes.
Kaim puts his arm around the father's shoulder and discreetly moves the whiskey bottle away from him.
"Let's call it a day," he says. The man shoves Kaim's arm off and slumps down on the bar.
"I hate guys like you," he says.
"Yes, I know," says Kaim. "It's time to go home, though. You've had enough."
"You heard me, Kaim. Drifter! I hate you guys.
I really really hate you guys."
The father is always like this when he is drunk--hurling curses at all "drifters," picking fights with any man dressed for the road, and finally slumping to the ground to sleep it off. His son is too small to drag him home.
With a sigh, Kaim finds himself again today supporting the drunken father's weight to keep him from toppling off the barstool.
The boy stares at his father, his eyes a jumble of sadness, anger, and pity.
When his eyes meet Kaim's he shrugs as if to say "Sorry to keep putting you through this."
But Kaim is used to it. He has seen the father dead-drunk almost every day for the past year, ever since the boy and his father were left to live alone.
"Oh, well ..." the boy says with a strained smile as if trying to resign himself to the situation.
"Poor Papa...
...poor me."
Supporting the father's weight on his shoulder, Kaim gives the boy a smile and says,
"Yes, but you don't go out and get drunk the way he does."
"Ahem," the boy says, puffing his chest out.
"Sometimes kids are tougher than grownups."
Kaim broadens his smile to signal to him "You're right."
"Of course I'm right," the boy all but says with the smile he gives back.
It is the only kind of a smile the ten-year-old has managed to produce in the past year: so bitter it would numb your tongue if you could taste it.
The boy's mother--the father's wife--left home a year ago.
She fell in love with a traveling salesman and abandoned the boy and his father.
"Mama was bored,"
the boy says matter-of-factly, looking back on his mother's infidelity.
"She got tired of doing the same thing every day. That's when she met him."
At the tender age of ten, the boy has learned that there are certain stories that have to be told with that matter-of-fact tone.
The father was born and raised in this small town and worked in the town office. He was not especially talented, but it was not a job that called for talent or quick wit. All he had to do was follow orders with diligence and submissiveness, and he did exactly that, year after year, without making waves.
"He called our life 'peaceful,' but Mama didn't think so.
She said it was just 'ordinary' and no fun."
She was attracted to the life of the crafty traveling salesman.
It was risky and exciting, like walking on top of a prison wall: one misstep and you could end up inside.
"Papa told Mama that the man was deceiving her, that all he wanted was her money, but he couldn't get through to her. Mama couldn't even think about us back then."
With utter detachment, as though holding it at arm's length, the boy reflects on the tragedy that struck his family.
"I've heard the saying 'Love is blind.' It really is!" he says with a shrug and a sardonic laugh like a full-fledged adult.
Kaim says nothing.
"Children should act their age" is another saying, but probably not one that could be spoken with a great deal of meaning to a boy who had lost his mother's love.
And even if Kaim presumed to admonish him, the boy would likely pass it off with a strained smile and say,
"Sometimes kids are tougher than grownups."
The boy's father, however, shows his displeasure when his son uses grownup expressions.
"The little twerp's lost all his boyishness. He despises me now. He thinks I'm pitiful. Deep down he's laughing at me for letting my wife be taken by another man, damn him."
It bothers him especially when he is drunk.
His annoyance far outweighs his fatherly love for his son. Sometimes he even slaps the boy across the face, or tries to. When he is drunk, the boy can easily dodge his slaps, and he ends up sprawled on the floor.
Even as he is drowning in a sea of liquor, he can sometimes turn unexpectedly serious and start asking questions.
"Say, Kaim, you've been traveling for a long time, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you enjoy it all that much? Going to strange towns; meeting strangers can't be all that... Is it so wonderful that you'd be willing to abandon the life you're living now for it?"
He asks the same thing over and over. Kaim's answer is always the same.
"Sometimes it's enjoyable, and sometimes it's not."
He doesn't know what else to say.
"You know, Kaim, I've never set foot outside this town. Same with my father and my grandfather and my great-grandfather, and the one before him. We've always been born here and died here. My wife's family, too. They've had roots in this town for generations. So why did she do it? Why did she leave? What did she need so badly that she had to leave me and her own son?"
Kaim merely smiles without answering. The answer to such a question cannot be conveyed in words. Try though he might to explain it, the reason certain people are drawn irresistibly to the road can never be understood by people who don't have that impulse. The father is simply one of those people who can never understand.
Failing to elicit a reply from Kaim, the father sinks again into the sea of drunkenness.
"I'm scared, Kaim," he says. "My son might do it, too. He might go away and leave me here someday. When I hear him talking like a grownup, I get so scared I can't stand it."
The boy's mother eventually comes back.
The traveling salesman cheated her out of every last bit of her savings, and the moment she was no longer any use to him, he left her. Physically and mentally broken, she has only one place to return to--the home she abandoned.
First she writes a letter from the neighboring town, and when her husband reads it again and again through drink-clouded eyes, he laughs derisively.
"Serves her right, the miserable witch."
He makes a show of tearing the letter to pieces in front of Kaim, without showing it to his son.
Kaim tells the boy everything and asks him,
"What do you want to do?
Whatever you decide, I'll help you make it happen."
"Whatever I decide?" the boy asks in return with his usual detached smile.
"If you want to leave this town, I'll let you have enough money to help you get by for a while," Kaim says. "I can do that much."
He is utterly serious.
The father has no intention of forgiving his wife. He will almost certainly turn her away if she shows up, and probably with a proud, vindictive smile on his face.
Kaim knows, however, that if the mother loses her home and leaves this town once and for all, the father will go back to drinking every day, cursing his wife's infidelity, bemoaning his own fate, taking out his anger on strangers, and constantly revealing the worst side of himself to his son.
Kaim's long life on the road has taught him this. Constant travel means meeting many different people, and the boy's father is undoubtedly one of the weakest men Kaim has ever met.
"You could join your mother and go to another town.
Or if you wanted to go somewhere by yourself, I could find you work."
Either would be better, Kaim believes, than for the boy to continue living alone like this with his father.
The boy, however, seemingly intrigued, looks straight at Kaim, revealing his white teeth.
"You've been traveling a long time, haven't you, Kaim?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Always alone?"
"Sometimes alone, sometimes not..."
"Hmmm..."
The boy gives a little nod and, with the sad smile of a grownup, says,
"You don't really get it do you?"
"What's that?"
"All this traveling, and you still don't understand the most important thing."
His sad smile takes on its usual bitter edge.
Kaim finally learns what the boy is talking about three days later.
A tired-looking woman in tattered clothes drags herself from the highway into the marketplace.
The townsfolk back away from her, staring, leaving her in the center of a broad, empty circle.
The boy's mother has come back.
The boy breaks his way through the crowd and enters the circle.
The mother sees her son, and her travel-withered cheeks break into a smile.
The boy takes one step, and another step toward his emaciated, smiling mother.
He is hesitant at first, but from the third step he is running,
and he throws his arms around her.
He is crying. He is smiling. For the first time that Kaim has seen,
he wears the unclouded smile of a child.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me..." his mother begs, in tears.
She clasps his head to her bosom and says, smiling through her tears,
"You've gotten so big!"
Then she adds: "I won't leave you again. I'll stay here forever..."
A stir goes through the crowd.
It comes from the direction of the tavern.
Now the father breaks through the wall of people and enters the circle.
He is drunk.
Stumbling, he edges toward his wife and son. He glares at his wife.
The boy stands between them, guarding his mother.
"Papa, stop it!" he yells.
"Mama is back. That's enough, isn't it? Forgive her, Papa, please!"
His voice is choked with tears.
The father says nothing in reply.
Glaring at the two of them, he collapses to his knees, his arms open wide.
He enfolds both his wife and son.
The shattered family is one again.
"Papa, please, don't hold us so tight! It hurts!"
The boy is crying and smiling.
The mother can only sob.
The father weeps in rage.
Witnessing the scene from the back of the crowd, Kaim turns on his heels.
"Are you really leaving?"
the boy asks again and again as he accompanies Kaim to the edge of town.
"Uh-huh. I want to get across the ocean before winter sets in."
"Papa is already missing you. He says he thought you two could finally become drinking buddies from now on."
"You can drink with him when you grow up."
"When I grow up, huh?" the boy cocks his head, a little embarrassed, then he mutters,
"I wonder if I'll still be living in this town then."
No one knows that, of course. Maybe some years on from now, the father will spend his days drunk again because his son has left his hometown and family.
And yet--Kaim recalls something he forgot to say to the boy's weak father.
"We call it a 'journey' because we have a place to come home to. No matter how many detours or mistakes a person might make, as long as he has a place to come home to, a person can always start again."
"I don't get it," says the boy.
Kaim remembers something else.
"Smile for me,"
he says one last time, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Like this?"
He reveals his white teeth, and his cheeks wrinkle up.
It's a good smile.
He has finally managed to retrieve the smile of a young boy.
"Now your turn, Kaim."
"Uh... sure."
The boy studies Kaim's smile as if assigning it a grade.
"Maybe a little sad," he says. That he is joking makes his words hit home all the more.
The boy smiles again as if providing a model for Kaim.
"Okay, then," he says with a wave of the hand,
"I'm going shopping with Papa and Mama today."
Kaim smiles and walks away.
Then he hears the boy calling his name one last time.
"Even if we're saying goodbye, I'm not going to cry, Kaim!
Sometimes kids are tougher than grownups."
Kaim does not look back, his only reply a wave of the hand.
The boy's expression would probably change if their eyes met.
He decides to play it strong to the end.
Kaim walks on.
After a brief respite, his journey with no place to go home to starts again.
A journey with no place to go home to; the poets call that "wandering."
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entombor2 wrote on Sat, 15 May 2010 00:46Since Kam left, I decided to come back and in no way are we the same person, and if you don't believe it i'll get mad
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"Uhm what is it?" squeeked Yukarin.
I know your secret.
"What??" said Yukarin looking really scarred.
"I know that... your an occultist!" said anoname smiling.
"But how do you know!"
"Because... I'm an occultist too!!" and anoname laughed evilly.
TO BE CONTINUED
(AN:(that stand for Author's Note!) let me know what you think or if you want to be a part of the story!)
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Commrade_Kommisar waited, the monitor blinked and sparked with weeabooness, there were tohofags in .tv, he had expected them for years. at leats since November 25, 2008. His warnings to Shi were not listened too, and now it was too late, far too late for now, anyway. Commrade_Kommisar was an internet troll for over 9000 years, when he was young he watched the internet and said to dad "I want to be on the internet daddy." Dad said"NO! You will be MOLESTED BY INTERENT PEDOPHILES"
There was a time when he believed him but as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the tv room of Wetv he knew there were tohofags. "this is shi" the chat said "You must troll the tohofags!" So commrade gotted his trolling videos and posted in tv. "HE'S GOING TO TROLL US!" shouted the tohofags. "I will ban him said the cybering faggot, as he called to cthulhu, but commrade trolled him and tried to make him rage. But then the tv broke, and they were trapped, and not able to troll. "No! I must troll the tohofags!" he shouted
The radio said "No Commrade, you are the tohofags"
And then Commrade was a weeaboo.
I stumbled across this beautiful piece of literature, and figured I should share it with you all. So here it is~
her mother took off her face and it was actually her father and she was so turned on by it that her tits grew huge and she started shitting everywhere. his dick exploded out of his pants and she fucked her so hard and god was just like "LET THERE BE CUM" and she came EVERYWHERE and she even started to scream louder than anyone had ever screamed before. Then leaches came down and she turned into a cup of orange juice
hen the snapple lady came in and was like "Hey im so horny. OMG ORANGE JUIIIIIICCEEE" and her tits grew huge too and her eyes were kinda like this ~~~~> O_O and then she started drinking it and was like OMG I HATE PULP so she spit it everywhere and then god was like "uh no girlfriend i dont think so" and he turned her into a rubber band and then her vagina exploded
HEr mother walks into the room and to her dismay sees her daughter as a cup of orange juice. Tears well up from within and she bursts out LAUGHING so hard that she shits herself. Unbelievably turned on by this, Mel Gibson and some of the other camera men filming it come ina nd start laughing too and then they turn yellow and you hear "You got mail" and a bunch of aol sounds and shit. And before you know it they turned into EMOTICONS!!!!!!
By: Some sickfucks from CYOC making lulz for us normal folk... lulnormal.
where our heroes go on a quest to gain more exckspee. It starts off with Amber and Karen saying "AAAAH TOO MANY FUCKING NUMBERS!!!" as they muscle their way through a horde of penis zombies. Then Desu and Kite emerge to...
And the Heavens opened and the Lord God declared
Let there be Wetgenes, a place for all ye churlish, dismal-dreaming fustilarians to revel in consent and sufferance. Tis hatched, and shall be so.
I have vivid memories of a wasted childhood of reading the Choose Your Own Adventure books. In order to replace the life of excitement I could only ever dream of having, I buried myself in these books.
Now you, humble WetTalkies reader, can join in an all new Choose Your Own Adventure, written by your resident "guro spammer." There will be Acción, Humeur, Suspenso, and Sexe! Most of you are too lazy or have such short attention spans that you are unable to concentrate on static text, so I decided something interactive would be more interesting.
The rules are simple. I write a wall of text, you read it, and choose a decision at the end. This goes on until you either die, or win the game. Most of the endings will involve sex and/or violence, whether good or bad, to keep you entertained, and to keep myself entertained.
With that out of the way, let's get started.
First, pick some stats for your character:
- Name
- Gender
- Age
- Location/Habitation
- Sexual Orientation (this will come into play later)
- Other (Go to the nearest Abercrombie and Fitch store)
You leave your corrugated dwelling and head out towards the local mall, where the only A & F store is located. Such an area of concentrated gayness is difficult to come by in Pxwatawnaqua. However, Abercrombie and Fitch is an oasis of homosexuality amidst a desert of racial prejiduce.
As soon as you enter the store, your gaydar goes off. There is faggotry in every direction but the door. In fact, you can see two tall, tan, and athletic guys patting each other on the back, until their hands move down lower and they begin affectionately fondling each other's asses. Then they lean in closer so that their lips just barely brush. They try to pull back, but are too far caught up in their passion to stop now. You turn away and head towards another section, not wanting to distract them from their happiness.
You quickly scan the store for any futa, but the only girls present are teenage sluts, who would never go for a loser like you. The rest of the patrons seem to be gay men. None of the penises present are attached to a female. You decide to just look at the
As you browse the oh-so-erotic clothing, you hear muffled moans coming from one of the changing rooms. From here you can't tell whether it belongs to a male or a female. Whatever it is, it seems to be getting louder, making it difficult to concentrate on the clothing. Maybe you should do something about it.
- Walk up to the changing room, yell "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
- Come charging into the changing room
- Walk up to the changing room, ask the person in there to stop
- Just leave the store
It was a fine summer day, although it was a tad bit cold for summer. In fact, it was snowing. Is it actually winter? Of course not. It's just Russia... Or Canada... Or some where that was extremely cold that no one really cared about... The snow heavily coated the ground, trapping people in their homes for the evening. Surely in this day in age, being trapped inside with multiple people would mean only one thing - folks sharing bodily fluids along with their naked bodies with other folks. Unless they were related, then at most they gave each other hand jobs.
In one quaint home was a pair named XIX and Shi. The two were not related, but were rumored to be conjoined for some odd reason. Some speculate that it's because they ran some sort of internet empire that would soon take over the world. Others assumed they were just hobos who pulled enough change together to afford a small home. See, this is why we can't have nice things. The pair did nothing throughout their icy incarceration, seeing how they were busy dealing with a hang over from last night's Christmas Party. On the 7th of April. Totally.
In another home was an unusually peaceful communist. He was called "Commrade" had a fetish for shooping pictures of his lover. Speaking of his lover, Tosi, was prancing around in a blue dress with crystal-like wings upon his back. The two posed in various ways, holding a frosted-bottle of yellow liquid.
"I love you." Commrade said with a sexy Russian accent, as if there were any other kind.
"I hate you." said Tosi in a similar accent.
This went on for a good thirty minutes until both of them just gave up. The perfume commercial role play wasn't making either of them feel elated. Instead they decided to watch the most erotic thing they could think about to get their wangs harder than a prosthetic leg. This thing happened to be a video on youtube of David Hasselhoff and Rick Astley singing Caramelldansen. Within the first ten seconds, they were both ready to do their own type of dance.
The Communist, Commrade, spun Tosi around and pushed his fleshy sword into Tosi's hungering anus. As you know, he's well hung. He made Tosi laugh, wiggle and squirt. With just one push, Tosi said "Ooh that hurts!"
However, Commrade was quick in all that he did. As such, he had released the flood gates and made Tosi's anal cavity overflow with penis-nectar. As soon as Commrade pulled out, something strange emerged from Tosi's love hole:
Commrade had a little fright and Tosi got scared, and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.
I found some spam about Air conditioners a while back, Lunboks removed the Complete RAGE post I made as a response to it when he removed the spammer post. It was quite a surprise, I worked hard in pouring my anger into that text.
Somewhere in outer space there was a floating supermarket. It was airtight enough to keep the air from escaping from inside and suffocating the customers and staff. All the food there was cheap-cheap. Rakiro happened to be there, mostly loitering and counting the ceiling tiles.
(Sign up sheet goes here mmkay. And if you want to talk out of character type like this)
Name:Rakiro
Description:Looks just like my avatar. Has an unstable personality.
Abilities:Creating and controlling soap bubbles.
Favourite noodle flavour:Duck
(And I can change anything that I deem to be bad for this RP. Beware the big scary moderator )
As she witnessed the new captured ones to be tied to the ship, Lise saw someone she reconized. "shi?" She said cautiosly.Shi rolled her eyes over to the other prisoner. "Yeah I'm shi. Whats it to ya.? Oh-oh my god" Shi relized that it was the manager who had been out to collect more tampons for the womens section. "Whats happining?" Shi asked."Why are they doing this" Shi looked at the manager for answers. "I think I know. A long time ago I was part of a scientfic project called Paradine. It was a project to make humans smarter, faster, and stronger. It had worked when it came to making us smarter, but the faster and stronger parts failed. The drugs had caused some of the other guinea pigs to go crazy,or go on a rampage. Alot of people died. I was the only one to survive and they were trying to figure out why. I soon relized I was being filled with radiation and waste and other things that were making me insane and escaped. I went far away from the evils and tried to start a new life. But they found me. Again and again I ran and I guess finally they caught me. But don't worry i have a plan." She secretly confineded in shi her plan as shi whispered it to the others. Once the plan was clear they all started at once.
Name:Lise
Description:Brown hair light brown eyes tall skinny kinda bitchy
Abilities:Smart and could argue well
Favorate noodle flavour:Chicken
Edit: Excuse me for posting in a thread that was almost dead for a year! Silly me!
The midget would press a button on a console full of buttons, levers and blinky blinking lights, which caused Shi, Rakiro, Mark and Lise to turn into TV static and materialize on a stage behind podiums with microphones on them. As the lime lights moved all around the stage, a creepy uncanny valleyish animatronic robot wearing a red tuxedo and purple top hat emerged from a trapdoor. ''HELLO AND WELCOME TO ''WHO WANTS TO LIVE?'', THE ONE AND ORIGINAL GAME SHOW WHERE BOTH YOUR MONEY AND LIFE ARE AT STAKE!'', it said in an eerie mechanical voice which tried to imitate human voice. ''EACH CORRECT ANSWER EARNS YOU 10 DOLLARS, BUT EACH WRONG ANSWER OR A LACK OF ANSWER EARNS YOU MODERATE PHYSICAL HARM, SO YOU MIGHT DIE IF YOU ANSWER TOO MANY QUESTIONS INCORRECTLY!'' The lime lights then focused on Lise and the robot asked, ''SOLVE THIS EQUATION: DIVIDE 5 BY 0!''
Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
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point that language
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This is how I destroyed you.
And this,
is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.
Wind blowing and waves waving. You’re stading face to face with the Pacific. Do you know what’s to be said about the Pacific? That it has no Memory. Your thoughts are absent, a great thing. Breaking eye contact with the ocean you look left and then right. For as far as you can see in both directions the coast is vacant. You are alone, but you pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff - May,2016
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HARRIET'S DOLL HOUSE
by YONDERBOY
once upon a time, there was a yard sale in a rural town outside of where you live (audience connection). in this town, a young elementary school girl named harriet lived with her single mother in a dusted duplex. her father was absent for her entire life and harriet was subject to a life of mediocracy with only one parental source for income.
harriet often was teased at school for her ratted clothing. she had a doll which she carried as often as possible, though she had to stoy it in her bag in classes. at recess she would be made fun of for carrying it. her name was lucy. she heard it once on a tv programme.
one day harriet's mother came home with a dollhouse. it was made of ancient hickory and smelled of moth balls. the shutters were a stark green, the sides stained wood with remnants of deep red paint that had mostly chipped off. scratched into the bottom with scrawled letters was "DROSS eats diapers for $".
the doll house grew teeth and a bunch of scary stuff and killed harriet with it's new stuff that was scary and harriet was like waaaay hotter once her guts were opened up. like her blood was everywhere in her room, her mom was probably quite piss.
THE END
p.s. the villagers wore black obama masks even the cis scum
[12:56:59 PM] SPR_255: Poke
[1:43:17 PM] Nefer Aissel: oh its u
[1:44:17 PM] SPR_255: hi
[1:44:53 PM] SPR_255: what's up?
[1:44:58 PM] Nefer Aissel: nm u?
[1:45:03 PM] Nefer Aissel: (u know who i am right?)
[1:45:29 PM] SPR_255: wetgenes i think. waist?
[1:45:45 PM] Nefer Aissel: not even close
[1:45:58 PM] SPR_255: i forget then'
[1:46:01 PM] Nefer Aissel: lol
[1:46:02 PM] SPR_255: who?
[1:46:12 PM] Nefer Aissel: wetgenes is right but
[1:46:22 PM] Nefer Aissel: if u had one guess.
[1:46:48 PM] Nefer Aissel: and only one...
[1:46:52 PM] Nefer Aissel: the one..
[1:47:23 PM] Nefer Aissel: who else could i be
[1:47:39 PM] SPR_255: rock?
[1:47:49 PM] Nefer Aissel: that's the guy who asked who verms had a crush on
[1:47:57 PM] Nefer Aissel: i actually quoted from him
[1:48:00 PM] Nefer Aissel: with the whole one guess thing
[1:48:14 PM] Nefer Aissel: i'll give u one more guess
[1:48:45 PM] SPR_255: hmm.
[1:48:58 PM] Nefer Aissel: i will rape you xD
[1:49:09 PM] SPR_255: I can't remember.
[1:49:14 PM] Nefer Aissel: kado u suck
[1:49:20 PM] Nefer Aissel: i look at your avatar and i know who u r
[1:49:33 PM] SPR_255: yeah well you don't use the same avatar
[1:49:39 PM] SPR_255: if you used your avatar i'd knw
[1:49:41 PM] SPR_255: know
[1:49:47 PM] Nefer Aissel: well there's one thing that never changes
[1:50:13 PM] Nefer Aissel: heck ive been using this avatar on wetgenes for some time
[1:50:28 PM] SPR_255: I need a list of usernames. one sec.
[1:50:38 PM] Nefer Aissel: i often use a lot of emote faces
[1:50:44 PM] Nefer Aissel: how cant u remember
[1:50:54 PM] Nefer Aissel: it's like
[1:51:02 PM] Nefer Aissel: you're totally weeded out of my realm
[1:51:15 PM] SPR_255: Athens!
[1:51:20 PM] Nefer Aissel: lol.. fuck you dude
[1:51:22 PM] SPR_255: lol
[1:51:23 PM] Nefer Aissel: last hint
[1:51:32 PM] Nefer Aissel: if u dont get it at this point...
[1:51:52 PM] Nefer Aissel: then you are not kado
[1:51:54 PM] Nefer Aissel: here we go
[1:51:56 PM] Nefer Aissel: =^_^=
[1:52:47 PM] SPR_255: is that the hint?
[1:52:48 PM] Nefer Aissel: yes, your hint is...
[1:52:50 PM] Nefer Aissel: =^_^=
[1:53:28 PM] SPR_255: well when i see that I immediately think o_hai, but that's not you.
[1:53:43 PM] SPR_255: cause i never spoke to him on skype.
[1:53:48 PM] Nefer Aissel: i must have not been very happy in your presence
[1:54:00 PM] Nefer Aissel: you are not in my world
[1:54:04 PM] Nefer Aissel: how about....
[1:54:12 PM] Nefer Aissel: i am the crownwhore of time.
[1:54:45 PM] SPR_255: ok... i got this
[1:55:05 PM] Nefer Aissel: you better
[1:55:23 PM] SPR_255: I don't got this
[1:55:52 PM] SPR_255: gimme multiple choice, lol
[1:55:54 PM] Nefer Aissel: im going to post this convo o nthe forum and show everyone how stupid you are
[1:56:00 PM] SPR_255: if I just had a list of all the usernames i could pick you out
[1:56:56 PM] Nefer Aissel: why dont you make up all the usernames you can think of right now
[1:57:08 PM] Nefer Aissel: so i can mock you about it
[1:57:18 PM] SPR_255: meh.
[1:57:38 PM] Nefer Aissel: you're a god damn excluded ignoramus
[1:57:57 PM] SPR_255: so this is KAM then
[1:58:21 PM] Nefer Aissel: no, clearly im erik_revolution, telling you that you're a jew
[1:58:27 PM] SPR_255: lol
[1:58:37 PM] Nefer Aissel: you dumb shit
[1:58:45 PM] Nefer Aissel: finally fucking guessed it, dude
[1:59:00 PM] SPR_255: I had to look on the forums. I forgot your name existed.
[1:59:06 PM] Nefer Aissel: if you don't know that =^_^= means KAM, then you have your wang shoved up your own anus
[1:59:26 PM] Nefer Aissel: we just talked about smash brawl like 12 times in the past 2 weeks
[1:59:42 PM] SPR_255: that was like a month ago
[1:59:59 PM] Nefer Aissel: that was like 2-3 weeks ago.
[2:00:23 PM] Nefer Aissel: welcome to skypegenes
it's more likely than you
wait
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass
and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other
perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time
we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it
to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty
of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear
lest thy gate to be shut;
but I find that yet there is time."
123 go
READ THIS BOOK YOU NIGGERS!
play until end: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdJH7Y56c7Y
->My name given by the great and almighty אדוני is Joshua Benjamin Goldstein-Greenburg, aged 34 years. I am a banker and a part time real-estate agent and part-part time lawyer (I usually only do lawyer work when it involves accidents and personal injuries like slipping on wet floors). I generally spend most of my time at the bank I work at, either counting money or harrassing customers by taking my time when serving them. I have moved away from my family to the great and prosperous land of the original American gold rush: California; in hope of finding a fortune. I ventured to California with my cousin Jerome Rutkowski Goldberg-Goldstein, aged 29 years. My story begins one morning when I recieve a phone call regarding my cousin.
->ZZZZZT...ZZZZZT...
"That's my phone." I said to myself. I flip open my tracfone I was able to purchase for cheap sum of $9.87 off of the internet, as Wal*Mart, which is actually now run by my 7th cousin once removed Ishmael, was far too expensive for my tastes. I see on my phone's lcd display that I have missed a call from Rabbi Finklestein. Rabbi Finklestein is a very close friend and mentor of myself and my family. Rabbi Finklestein was the one who removed ערלה my with his teeth and was my Rabbi for my Bar Mitzvah, l'chaim!
"I better call him back now." I mumbled to myself. 310-4$8-6690.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I have been diagnosed with a condition that makes me percieve every numeral "5" as a "$". My doctor said it was called "Jüdischesciosis".
"Rabbi Finklestein? Are you there?" I inquired.
I am stopping for now, there will be another part soon.
like in 22 hours. but 22 hours might not be "soon" for some because patience varies among people.
I shall be one of those Author faggots soon
Yeah, don't expect me to be around much during this time
Hugs and kisses,
Qata.
One day Wetgenes decided to remove crowns.
THE END
A Mother comes Home.
The boy has lost his smile, though he denies it.
"Don't be silly, Kaim.
Look! I'm smiling, aren't I?"
He draws his cheeks back and lets his teeth show white against his brown skin.
"If this isn't a smile, what is?"
Kaim nods but says nothing. He pats the boy on the shoulder as if to say, "Sure, sure."
"Come on, really look at me. I'm smiling, right?"
"Right. You're smiling."
"Anyway, forget about me. Hurry, let's go."
The boy has a sweet, open nature.
He made instant friends with Kaim while the other townspeople kept their distance from the "strange traveler."
Not that the boy chose the much older Kaim as a playmate.
He leads Kaim to the tavern, which still hasn't opened its doors for the day.
"I hate to ask you to do this, but... would you, please?"
The boy's voice seems to have carried inside.
A man in the tavern peals off a drunken howl. He sounds especially bad today. Kaim fights back a sigh and enters the tavern.
The man on the barstool is the boy's father, drunk again at midday.
The boy is here to take him home. He looks at his father with sad eyes.
Kaim puts his arm around the father's shoulder and discreetly moves the whiskey bottle away from him.
"Let's call it a day," he says. The man shoves Kaim's arm off and slumps down on the bar.
"I hate guys like you," he says.
"Yes, I know," says Kaim. "It's time to go home, though. You've had enough."
"You heard me, Kaim. Drifter! I hate you guys.
I really really hate you guys."
The father is always like this when he is drunk--hurling curses at all "drifters," picking fights with any man dressed for the road, and finally slumping to the ground to sleep it off. His son is too small to drag him home.
With a sigh, Kaim finds himself again today supporting the drunken father's weight to keep him from toppling off the barstool.
The boy stares at his father, his eyes a jumble of sadness, anger, and pity.
When his eyes meet Kaim's he shrugs as if to say "Sorry to keep putting you through this."
But Kaim is used to it. He has seen the father dead-drunk almost every day for the past year, ever since the boy and his father were left to live alone.
"Oh, well ..." the boy says with a strained smile as if trying to resign himself to the situation.
"Poor Papa...
...poor me."
Supporting the father's weight on his shoulder, Kaim gives the boy a smile and says,
"Yes, but you don't go out and get drunk the way he does."
"Ahem," the boy says, puffing his chest out.
"Sometimes kids are tougher than grownups."
Kaim broadens his smile to signal to him "You're right."
"Of course I'm right," the boy all but says with the smile he gives back.
It is the only kind of a smile the ten-year-old has managed to produce in the past year: so bitter it would numb your tongue if you could taste it.
The boy's mother--the father's wife--left home a year ago.
She fell in love with a traveling salesman and abandoned the boy and his father.
"Mama was bored,"
the boy says matter-of-factly, looking back on his mother's infidelity.
"She got tired of doing the same thing every day. That's when she met him."
At the tender age of ten, the boy has learned that there are certain stories that have to be told with that matter-of-fact tone.
The father was born and raised in this small town and worked in the town office. He was not especially talented, but it was not a job that called for talent or quick wit. All he had to do was follow orders with diligence and submissiveness, and he did exactly that, year after year, without making waves.
"He called our life 'peaceful,' but Mama didn't think so.
She said it was just 'ordinary' and no fun."
She was attracted to the life of the crafty traveling salesman.
It was risky and exciting, like walking on top of a prison wall: one misstep and you could end up inside.
"Papa told Mama that the man was deceiving her, that all he wanted was her money, but he couldn't get through to her. Mama couldn't even think about us back then."
With utter detachment, as though holding it at arm's length, the boy reflects on the tragedy that struck his family.
"I've heard the saying 'Love is blind.' It really is!" he says with a shrug and a sardonic laugh like a full-fledged adult.
Kaim says nothing.
"Children should act their age" is another saying, but probably not one that could be spoken with a great deal of meaning to a boy who had lost his mother's love.
And even if Kaim presumed to admonish him, the boy would likely pass it off with a strained smile and say,
"Sometimes kids are tougher than grownups."
The boy's father, however, shows his displeasure when his son uses grownup expressions.
"The little twerp's lost all his boyishness. He despises me now. He thinks I'm pitiful. Deep down he's laughing at me for letting my wife be taken by another man, damn him."
It bothers him especially when he is drunk.
His annoyance far outweighs his fatherly love for his son. Sometimes he even slaps the boy across the face, or tries to. When he is drunk, the boy can easily dodge his slaps, and he ends up sprawled on the floor.
Even as he is drowning in a sea of liquor, he can sometimes turn unexpectedly serious and start asking questions.
"Say, Kaim, you've been traveling for a long time, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you enjoy it all that much? Going to strange towns; meeting strangers can't be all that... Is it so wonderful that you'd be willing to abandon the life you're living now for it?"
He asks the same thing over and over. Kaim's answer is always the same.
"Sometimes it's enjoyable, and sometimes it's not."
He doesn't know what else to say.
"You know, Kaim, I've never set foot outside this town. Same with my father and my grandfather and my great-grandfather, and the one before him. We've always been born here and died here. My wife's family, too. They've had roots in this town for generations. So why did she do it? Why did she leave? What did she need so badly that she had to leave me and her own son?"
Kaim merely smiles without answering. The answer to such a question cannot be conveyed in words. Try though he might to explain it, the reason certain people are drawn irresistibly to the road can never be understood by people who don't have that impulse. The father is simply one of those people who can never understand.
Failing to elicit a reply from Kaim, the father sinks again into the sea of drunkenness.
"I'm scared, Kaim," he says. "My son might do it, too. He might go away and leave me here someday. When I hear him talking like a grownup, I get so scared I can't stand it."
The boy's mother eventually comes back.
The traveling salesman cheated her out of every last bit of her savings, and the moment she was no longer any use to him, he left her. Physically and mentally broken, she has only one place to return to--the home she abandoned.
First she writes a letter from the neighboring town, and when her husband reads it again and again through drink-clouded eyes, he laughs derisively.
"Serves her right, the miserable witch."
He makes a show of tearing the letter to pieces in front of Kaim, without showing it to his son.
Kaim tells the boy everything and asks him,
"What do you want to do?
Whatever you decide, I'll help you make it happen."
"Whatever I decide?" the boy asks in return with his usual detached smile.
"If you want to leave this town, I'll let you have enough money to help you get by for a while," Kaim says. "I can do that much."
He is utterly serious.
The father has no intention of forgiving his wife. He will almost certainly turn her away if she shows up, and probably with a proud, vindictive smile on his face.
Kaim knows, however, that if the mother loses her home and leaves this town once and for all, the father will go back to drinking every day, cursing his wife's infidelity, bemoaning his own fate, taking out his anger on strangers, and constantly revealing the worst side of himself to his son.
Kaim's long life on the road has taught him this. Constant travel means meeting many different people, and the boy's father is undoubtedly one of the weakest men Kaim has ever met.
"You could join your mother and go to another town.
Or if you wanted to go somewhere by yourself, I could find you work."
Either would be better, Kaim believes, than for the boy to continue living alone like this with his father.
The boy, however, seemingly intrigued, looks straight at Kaim, revealing his white teeth.
"You've been traveling a long time, haven't you, Kaim?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Always alone?"
"Sometimes alone, sometimes not..."
"Hmmm..."
The boy gives a little nod and, with the sad smile of a grownup, says,
"You don't really get it do you?"
"What's that?"
"All this traveling, and you still don't understand the most important thing."
His sad smile takes on its usual bitter edge.
Kaim finally learns what the boy is talking about three days later.
A tired-looking woman in tattered clothes drags herself from the highway into the marketplace.
The townsfolk back away from her, staring, leaving her in the center of a broad, empty circle.
The boy's mother has come back.
The boy breaks his way through the crowd and enters the circle.
The mother sees her son, and her travel-withered cheeks break into a smile.
The boy takes one step, and another step toward his emaciated, smiling mother.
He is hesitant at first, but from the third step he is running,
and he throws his arms around her.
He is crying. He is smiling. For the first time that Kaim has seen,
he wears the unclouded smile of a child.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me..." his mother begs, in tears.
She clasps his head to her bosom and says, smiling through her tears,
"You've gotten so big!"
Then she adds: "I won't leave you again. I'll stay here forever..."
A stir goes through the crowd.
It comes from the direction of the tavern.
Now the father breaks through the wall of people and enters the circle.
He is drunk.
Stumbling, he edges toward his wife and son. He glares at his wife.
The boy stands between them, guarding his mother.
"Papa, stop it!" he yells.
"Mama is back. That's enough, isn't it? Forgive her, Papa, please!"
His voice is choked with tears.
The father says nothing in reply.
Glaring at the two of them, he collapses to his knees, his arms open wide.
He enfolds both his wife and son.
The shattered family is one again.
"Papa, please, don't hold us so tight! It hurts!"
The boy is crying and smiling.
The mother can only sob.
The father weeps in rage.
Witnessing the scene from the back of the crowd, Kaim turns on his heels.
"Are you really leaving?"
the boy asks again and again as he accompanies Kaim to the edge of town.
"Uh-huh. I want to get across the ocean before winter sets in."
"Papa is already missing you. He says he thought you two could finally become drinking buddies from now on."
"You can drink with him when you grow up."
"When I grow up, huh?" the boy cocks his head, a little embarrassed, then he mutters,
"I wonder if I'll still be living in this town then."
No one knows that, of course. Maybe some years on from now, the father will spend his days drunk again because his son has left his hometown and family.
And yet--Kaim recalls something he forgot to say to the boy's weak father.
"We call it a 'journey' because we have a place to come home to. No matter how many detours or mistakes a person might make, as long as he has a place to come home to, a person can always start again."
"I don't get it," says the boy.
Kaim remembers something else.
"Smile for me,"
he says one last time, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Like this?"
He reveals his white teeth, and his cheeks wrinkle up.
It's a good smile.
He has finally managed to retrieve the smile of a young boy.
"Now your turn, Kaim."
"Uh... sure."
The boy studies Kaim's smile as if assigning it a grade.
"Maybe a little sad," he says. That he is joking makes his words hit home all the more.
The boy smiles again as if providing a model for Kaim.
"Okay, then," he says with a wave of the hand,
"I'm going shopping with Papa and Mama today."
Kaim smiles and walks away.
Then he hears the boy calling his name one last time.
"Even if we're saying goodbye, I'm not going to cry, Kaim!
Sometimes kids are tougher than grownups."
Kaim does not look back, his only reply a wave of the hand.
The boy's expression would probably change if their eyes met.
He decides to play it strong to the end.
Kaim walks on.
After a brief respite, his journey with no place to go home to starts again.
A journey with no place to go home to; the poets call that "wandering."
IT WAS A LOVELY NIGHT IN WETVILLE AND EVERYONE WAS HAVING A SLUMBER PARTY. FISH WAS WEARING A JAPANESE SCHOOL GIRL SUIT BECAUSE HE LOVES TO LOOK KAWAII. BUT THEN SOMEONE CAME DOWNSTAIRS WEARING A WHITE SHEET WITH EYEHOLES. EVERYONE WAS SCARED AND YUKARIN WET HERSELF. ''OH SHIT IT'S A SCARY GHOST I BET IT'S UP TO NO GOOD STARTING TROUBLE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD'' SCREAMED BITCH. THEN GOLDENLEAF WAS NEKKID. ''I BET THAT GHOST CAME FROM THE GHOSTWORLD'' SAID SHI AND POINTED TO THE FRIDGE. ''LET'S SEAL UP THE PORTAL TO THE GHOSTWORLD'' BUT BEFORE THAT EVERYONE STUFFED PIDDLE STICK INTO THE FRIDGE AND LOCKED IT BEFORE TAPING PICTURES OF JEFF GOLDBLUM ON IT TO SEAL THE PORTAL TO THE GHOSTWORLD. PIDDLE STICK DECIDED TO JUST CHILL IN THE FRIDGE AND ATE THE FRUIT PIES. XIX SCATTERED SUGAR EVERYWHERE TO WARD OFF DIABETES VAMPIRES OUT TO DRINK THEIR INSULIN. LITTLE DID THEY KNOW THAT TRACES WAS AN EVIL OBJECTIVIST SPIRIT ALL ALONG WHO THEN CURSED EVERYONE TO TURN INTO BASEMENT DWELLING LIBERTARIANS EVERY FULL MOON.
These randumb stories make me smile. They should all be put into a book.
cool story bro
Chapter 1
Anoname was watching tv while eating steak and jeapoardy was on. "What is the largest state?" asked the guy. Before the guy give the answer anoname answered Texas and lolled because he was right. "Too easy....." said anoname.
All of a sudden lunboks kicked down the door because the door was really weak and screamed anoname!
"What is it?" anoname sighed.
"Someone's dead!"
"I know" said anoname smirkin.
"But how??" asked lunboks.
"Thats a secret," I told him smirkin. "Let's go."
They went to where the guy was killed and found him. Yukarin, traces, Lana, Magnus, Jshaw, XIX, and shi and some other people were all circled around. He was lying on the ground face down and trying to write anoname on the ground with his blood. Anoname quickly wiped it off the ground before people could notice. "So who killed him?" said anoname pretending to be dumb.
No one said anything. "Pingos pingos," said traces.
"We don't know" said shi "but we're thinking its you."
"Sorry, shi, but that's imposible."
"What!" shi said.
"See these fingerprints? Their not mine" and everyone was conviced.
And then all of a sudden the guy tried to cut me with a knife! Too bad for him because I knew about martial arts and I spinned arond and kicked him the face knocking him out cold.
"Wow!" said everyone all together, especially the girls were impressed. Then everyone walked inside the big hotel they were staying at walking off the beach where the dead guy was and went to there rooms.
"Hold up Yukarin" said anoname as everyone else waked back inside. Yukarin was an occultist so she was looking pretty nervous.
"Uhm what is it?" squeeked Yukarin.
I know your secret.
"What??" said Yukarin looking really scarred.
"I know that... your an occultist!" said anoname smiling.
"But how do you know!"
"Because... I'm an occultist too!!" and anoname laughed evilly.
TO BE CONTINUED
(AN:(that stand for Author's Note!) let me know what you think or if you want to be a part of the story!)
Let me guess, shi is going to call them "horny simpletons" now.
Let me guess, shi is going to call them "horny simpletons" now.
This story is about all the users of Wetgenes and their homosexual lifestyles. I won't write about them though, because no one cares about cock-gobbling queers. However, these pictures can pretty much sum up the entire story:
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED MY FABULOUS STORY. <33333
Commrade_Kommisar waited, the monitor blinked and sparked with weeabooness, there were tohofags in .tv, he had expected them for years. at leats since November 25, 2008. His warnings to Shi were not listened too, and now it was too late, far too late for now, anyway. Commrade_Kommisar was an internet troll for over 9000 years, when he was young he watched the internet and said to dad "I want to be on the internet daddy." Dad said"NO! You will be MOLESTED BY INTERENT PEDOPHILES"
There was a time when he believed him but as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the tv room of Wetv he knew there were tohofags. "this is shi" the chat said "You must troll the tohofags!" So commrade gotted his trolling videos and posted in tv. "HE'S GOING TO TROLL US!" shouted the tohofags. "I will ban him said the cybering faggot, as he called to cthulhu, but commrade trolled him and tried to make him rage. But then the tv broke, and they were trapped, and not able to troll. "No! I must troll the tohofags!" he shouted
The radio said "No Commrade, you are the tohofags"
And then Commrade was a weeaboo.
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However, I think they suit each other
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whoo du dat? :0!
I stumbled across this beautiful piece of literature, and figured I should share it with you all. So here it is~
her mother took off her face and it was actually her father and she was so turned on by it that her tits grew huge and she started shitting everywhere. his dick exploded out of his pants and she fucked her so hard and god was just like "LET THERE BE CUM" and she came EVERYWHERE and she even started to scream louder than anyone had ever screamed before. Then leaches came down and she turned into a cup of orange juice
hen the snapple lady came in and was like "Hey im so horny. OMG ORANGE JUIIIIIICCEEE" and her tits grew huge too and her eyes were kinda like this ~~~~> O_O and then she started drinking it and was like OMG I HATE PULP so she spit it everywhere and then god was like "uh no girlfriend i dont think so" and he turned her into a rubber band and then her vagina exploded
HEr mother walks into the room and to her dismay sees her daughter as a cup of orange juice. Tears well up from within and she bursts out LAUGHING so hard that she shits herself. Unbelievably turned on by this, Mel Gibson and some of the other camera men filming it come ina nd start laughing too and then they turn yellow and you hear "You got mail" and a bunch of aol sounds and shit. And before you know it they turned into EMOTICONS!!!!!!
By: Some sickfucks from CYOC making lulz for us normal folk... lulnormal.
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ITT: Next poster continues story. Hard mode: Not ending the story at your post. Also, Lana has been censored from this story
One day Tosi was prancing on a field of flowers dressed as Cirno the ice fairy when suddenly he turned around and saw...
"I wanna be the very best like no one ever was
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Adam Young To catch them is my real test...to train them is my cause.
Adam Hojnacki I will travel across the land searching far and wide
Dul LeGrande these pokemon, to understand...THE power thats inside!
Adam Hojnacki Its Each pokemon there bud
Dul LeGrande you fucked up the flow
Adam Hojnacki U fucked up the song
Dul LeGrande and you could've kept going, thats what all the pro singers dude...asshole
Adam Hojnacki I aint pro...look at me
Dul LeGrande U ruined my vagina with your urethrahole!"
10 people died in Canadia...
Let there be Wetgenes, a place for all ye churlish, dismal-dreaming fustilarians to revel in consent and sufferance. Tis hatched, and shall be so.
Thine house is but a butchery~
I have vivid memories of a wasted childhood of reading the Choose Your Own Adventure books. In order to replace the life of excitement I could only ever dream of having, I buried myself in these books.
Now you, humble WetTalkies reader, can join in an all new Choose Your Own Adventure, written by your resident "guro spammer." There will be Acción, Humeur, Suspenso, and Sexe! Most of you are too lazy or have such short attention spans that you are unable to concentrate on static text, so I decided something interactive would be more interesting.
The rules are simple. I write a wall of text, you read it, and choose a decision at the end. This goes on until you either die, or win the game. Most of the endings will involve sex and/or violence, whether good or bad, to keep you entertained, and to keep myself entertained.
With that out of the way, let's get started.
First, pick some stats for your character:
- Name
- Gender
- Age
- Location/Habitation
- Sexual Orientation (this will come into play later)
You leave your corrugated dwelling and head out towards the local mall, where the only A & F store is located. Such an area of concentrated gayness is difficult to come by in Pxwatawnaqua. However, Abercrombie and Fitch is an oasis of homosexuality amidst a desert of racial prejiduce.
As soon as you enter the store, your gaydar goes off. There is faggotry in every direction but the door. In fact, you can see two tall, tan, and athletic guys patting each other on the back, until their hands move down lower and they begin affectionately fondling each other's asses. Then they lean in closer so that their lips just barely brush. They try to pull back, but are too far caught up in their passion to stop now. You turn away and head towards another section, not wanting to distract them from their happiness.
You quickly scan the store for any futa, but the only girls present are teenage sluts, who would never go for a loser like you. The rest of the patrons seem to be gay men. None of the penises present are attached to a female. You decide to just look at the
As you browse the oh-so-erotic clothing, you hear muffled moans coming from one of the changing rooms. From here you can't tell whether it belongs to a male or a female. Whatever it is, it seems to be getting louder, making it difficult to concentrate on the clothing. Maybe you should do something about it.
- Walk up to the changing room, yell "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
- Come charging into the changing room
- Walk up to the changing room, ask the person in there to stop
- Just leave the store
- Walk up to the changing room, yell "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Tosi wrote on Sat, 09 May 2009 20:36
- Walk up to the changing room, yell "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
It was a fine summer day, although it was a tad bit cold for summer. In fact, it was snowing. Is it actually winter? Of course not. It's just Russia... Or Canada... Or some where that was extremely cold that no one really cared about... The snow heavily coated the ground, trapping people in their homes for the evening. Surely in this day in age, being trapped inside with multiple people would mean only one thing - folks sharing bodily fluids along with their naked bodies with other folks. Unless they were related, then at most they gave each other hand jobs.
In one quaint home was a pair named XIX and Shi. The two were not related, but were rumored to be conjoined for some odd reason. Some speculate that it's because they ran some sort of internet empire that would soon take over the world. Others assumed they were just hobos who pulled enough change together to afford a small home. See, this is why we can't have nice things. The pair did nothing throughout their icy incarceration, seeing how they were busy dealing with a hang over from last night's Christmas Party. On the 7th of April. Totally.
In another home was an unusually peaceful communist. He was called "Commrade" had a fetish for shooping pictures of his lover. Speaking of his lover, Tosi, was prancing around in a blue dress with crystal-like wings upon his back. The two posed in various ways, holding a frosted-bottle of yellow liquid.
"I love you." Commrade said with a sexy Russian accent, as if there were any other kind.
"I hate you." said Tosi in a similar accent.
This went on for a good thirty minutes until both of them just gave up. The perfume commercial role play wasn't making either of them feel elated. Instead they decided to watch the most erotic thing they could think about to get their wangs harder than a prosthetic leg. This thing happened to be a video on youtube of David Hasselhoff and Rick Astley singing Caramelldansen. Within the first ten seconds, they were both ready to do their own type of dance.
The Communist, Commrade, spun Tosi around and pushed his fleshy sword into Tosi's hungering anus. As you know, he's well hung. He made Tosi laugh, wiggle and squirt. With just one push, Tosi said "Ooh that hurts!"
However, Commrade was quick in all that he did. As such, he had released the flood gates and made Tosi's anal cavity overflow with penis-nectar. As soon as Commrade pulled out, something strange emerged from Tosi's love hole:
Commrade had a little fright and Tosi got scared, and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.
Somewhere in outer space there was a floating supermarket. It was airtight enough to keep the air from escaping from inside and suffocating the customers and staff. All the food there was cheap-cheap. Rakiro happened to be there, mostly loitering and counting the ceiling tiles.
(Sign up sheet goes here mmkay. And if you want to talk out of character type like this)
Name:
Description:
Abilities:
Favourite noodle flavour:
(Aaaand here's my character)
Name:Rakiro
Description:Looks just like my avatar. Has an unstable personality.
Abilities:Creating and controlling soap bubbles.
Favourite noodle flavour:Duck
(And I can change anything that I deem to be bad for this RP. Beware the big scary moderator )
Name:Lise
Description:Brown hair light brown eyes tall skinny kinda bitchy
Abilities:Smart and could argue well
Favorate noodle flavour:Chicken
Edit: Excuse me for posting in a thread that was almost dead for a year! Silly me!
Tis be a forum game. Simply post a picture and describe how it defeats the picture of the previous poster.
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What could possibly defeat the dreaded Sand Witch?!
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Wetfiction is being beta tested, please remain calm.
Have a nice cup of tea while you're here.
i saved mine then deleted it
Ausome.
fascist.
you've censored my reply to fox_demon and replaced them with your own words.
fascist.
Actually, I'm more of a communist.
here's the list. now choose and see who smites you first.
this used to be a nice neighborhood
this used to be a nice neighborhood
Until those schnitzel-loving Germans started moving in....
pinky and the brain.
slnky and the drain.
kinky and the pain.
stinky and the crane.
Wow, a StarFailco post that isn't some shitty Facebook link.
I'll leave it, but let it be known that I'm watching.
It's here.
Now, i want all who enter to behave.
Or your gonna be sorry.
Now, this could be a nice way to resurrect the Talkies. From the dead. Like a deadite.
Wetfiction is gonna be a multiplayer text adventure with interactive objects and rooms of doom.
And I'm in charge. So pay your respects to me, cuz this is mah territory.
Now, go forth and post, mortals.
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you.
And this,
is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.
crap quotes aside, where's the fiction?
the fiction is your very existance