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Discussion in 'Your Shitty Projects' started by minty, Jun 19, 2012.
Mannerisms and mindset? Do I appear to be an unusual Puertorrican specimen?
Use me however you want
me! me! ME! i want in on the story....
i'm not fussy about my part.
This story need tentacle rape.
yes... more tentacle & aliens....
wait- how about ALIEN TENTACLE RAPE!?!?!?
Ey, cool...and I have first row seats
Have you seen this one?
Sam Neill FTW
Ok, do me pls
yes! i fucking love in the mouth of madness!
i will write you your own story, but the sherlock story... when i'm trying to use pre-established characters, i try to keep it true to the original author...
it's gonna be an original idea and it will have ediots, but i'm not gonna smear shit all over sherlock since i love sherlock...
I love Sherlock too, I love mystery novels.
exactly why i'm gonna try very hard not to smear shit all over it. this is gonna take a bit to write. i want it to be good.
i volunteer to be the victim....
that way people will have their dream come true &
i will be all about me without me having to do much except die.
So... an artistic smearing of shit. Should submit the final product to a modern art museum.
i have an idea now...
i will pm you about it tomorrow.. i have to write it down and toy with it a bit. i think it'll be good though.
here, have a cat. that is all you will get for helping with inspiration.
If you need more opinions about your story you can pm me, I'm have really good taste and I have some mystery stories in my mind.
i said i was gonna try NOT to smear shit all over it.
my idea process at the moment is to pen down what ideas i currently have, and then read a few sherlock novels to get the feel of the stories, and then start writing.
i can read a sherlock novel in a few hours, so shouldn't be too hard to get a basic outline down in a few days.
i will keep that in mind.
Fack. I need to get new glasses. Completely missed the 'not.'
(sorry for the shitty english, btw...)
Next day, the hopes of poor scumhook about having some time to heal were cruelly shattered.
A shell-less green turtle outfit was waiting for him in his bunk as he came back from the infirmary, where he was been given some stitches in his torn anus
When the alarm clock rang, he barely had time to put on the costume, every movement made him bleed a little.
The cell door opened and a guard, a maniacal grin crossing his face, said: "C'mon, my tiny tortoise, hurry up...you have 3 minutes to go to the prison yard"
The distance wasn't too much, but the excruciating pain of his ruptured insides made it look like a marathon.
He was at less than a couple of feet from the yard entrance, when the guard, who was watching his efforts with more than a bit of cheerfulness, yelled:"Time!"
Scumhook started to sob: "No, please, no". All his former bravado had dissapeared along with his dignity.
"Yes, pls, yes" answered the guard as he dragged Scummy again to the dominatrix's office.
Diaf was already there, this time wearing a pink stole, the Cannon already strapped on and holding a big platform boot in her hand. Nothing more.
The pungent, spicy smell of fire jalapeños filled the room, and for scumhook dismay, the Cannon looked covered in some kind of red paste.
Diaf, realizing his horrified stare, burst into laughs:"See, this time I have it well lubed for you"
A small side table was in the middle of the office, and Diaf pointed towards it: "Get under it, Michelangelo"
Scumhook fell onto his knees, and still crying, slowly went under the brown table.
The mistress started to sing with a sweet voice: "Little turtle, little turtle, poke out your head"
Scummy obliged, and then, with a sharp lash of the boot, she hit him in the back of the neck with it:*SMACK
The boot was heavy, and Scumhook almost passed out from the brutal impact. His arms failed, his face hit the floor and his butt was left as the upper part of his body.
Taking the opportunity, Diaf rammed it with a single trust, shouting: "This goes for the rabbit!" "WIN THE RACE NOW, MOTHERFUCKER"
At first, the pain from the stitches tearing was the worst, but then the chilli sauce kicked in and it was like his intestines had been submerged in acid.
Every time Diaf hit the bottom, a violent jerk shaked Scumhook, making him to bang the underside of the table with the head.
Soon, the pounding of his melon established an almost metronomic beat: *BONK-BONK-BONK, perfect counterpoint for Diaf's mercyless jostles
It lasted what ammounted as an eternity for poor Scummy, but the worst was that at the end, he was handled a new costume: a Fluttershy one
"Tomorrow, I'll show you the stables" were the last words he heard before passing out in a pool of blood and vomit.
Also, you have my permission to use my likeness in the story.
Let me know then.
I'd like to be in it also, pls
Great story CMM. Truly fucked up. lol @ above.
is it too late to volunteer?
no. you can be the caboose on the end of this mantrain.
NO MORE NAMES FOR NOW PLEASE!
Tnx...btw, @endsenten writes pretty good stories the few times she bother, maybe....