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Licks floor clean (what kind of juice was that anyway? )

Releases Africanized honey bees.
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17 / M / Crimson Mage Village
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Posted 9/17/14
Starts a fire in the room

The room is on fire.
Posted 9/17/14
And she's fixing her hair.



Falls asleep at the door before escaping
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Posted 10/1/14
*Picks you up and chucks you out the window*'


*Drops the keys to unlock the door to get inside before leaving*
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Posted 10/1/14 , edited 10/1/14
Creates a silver mold of a Skeleton Key.

*Leaves the film 'The Room' playing constantly on a video player inside the Room*
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Posted 2/24/15
Pulls the plug and throws that horrendous film out the door.

Spreads grapes all over the floor to do some traditional winemaking - stomping on grapes.
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Posted 2/24/15
Drinks the wine and becomes intoxicated.

Throws up all over the floor.
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Posted 2/24/15
Makes snow angels in the vomit à la Pitch Perfect before mopping up the mess with my own clothing.

Paints "Pudding Head Wuz Here" on all the walls with vomit-soaked clothing.
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15 / F / 'murica
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Posted 2/24/15
Repaints the walls

Leaves trillions of tiny pink bows
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27 / M
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Posted 2/24/15
Undoes each bow and ties them all together to form a rope.

Ties the rope to the ceiling. Hangs self.
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Posted 2/24/15
Blood spills out everywhere.

Repainting the walls with blood.


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Posted 3/1/15
Cuts Morbidhanson down from the rope he used to hang himself and starts to cannibalize his carcass.

* Leaves a pile of human bones in the room painted with blood *
Posted 3/1/15 , edited 3/1/15
Takes them and put them in a bag and throws it out the window.

*leaves a cardboard of an unknown senpai painted with blood.*
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Posted 3/5/15
I proceed to take the bloody cardboard down to the garbage bin. On the way there a strange French man stops and exclaims "Where did you get this? It is tres magnifique. A masterpiece of perfection! I must have it!" All of a sudden the art worlds a-buzz, I'm the talk of the town, and the champagne is popping. I'm being flown out to swanky parties in Europe, getting asked to speak at fine art symposiums, rubbing elbows with celebrity.

Soon enough what started as emphatic adulation became a probing inquisition..."What's your next masterpiece?" "When will we see something new?" Fearing that soon I'd be found to be the fraud I am, I return to the room. For hours I'll sit in silence trying to hone some of the inspiration that created that art, which was now an albatross around my neck. Nothing. Nothing but an empty space and a weird smell. I move all my stuff in the next day.

Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. If I had a phone it wasn't ringing. Was it over already. 15 seconds of fame was fleeting. All I could do was pass the time by watching a house spider I nicknamed 'Tickles' because of the way he would crawl across my face late at night. Tickles would weave his intricate webs in the various corners of the room, leaving cob hanging like streamers for a celebration that would never happen. I bought a gun at a pawn shop yesterday...

For an eternity I stare at the worn .38 purchased at Big Al's Pawn & Loan. I dry fire it *click* and proceed to open the shiny cylinder and load in the rounds. Again I sit as if hypnotized by the now loaded pistol. I think "When and where did it all go awry?" Then pour a glass of whiskey and take a long draw from the bottle. "Here's to you friend!" I lift the bottle to a neatly built spiders web in the corner of the room. Was I drunk already? Where one Tickles should be, there were many. Tiny ones taking flight on the drafts of silk like little paratroopers. Life goes on, doesn't it? "C'est la vie!" as my former friend would say. I throw on some clothes and get on a horse, then charge through the door and gallop off into the sunset. Escaping the insanity that lies within the room.

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Posted 3/5/15
I walk into the room and seal the door behind me. I punch a red button labeled "AIRLOCK," opening another door that exposes the room to a hard vacuum and blows Otaku_J's belongings, Tickles, me, and everything else into space.
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