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Is what the homeless man next to was muttering under his breath as he gesticulated wildly at...
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As the man begins to slowly open his eyes; he lay on the ground unaware that the sandwich had been laced with a very high power horse tranquilizer that made the man enter a dream state of hallucination, but little did he know that a future event is what he had visioned

Wiping the drool from his mouth, he knew what he had to do...
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Masturbate on a bus.

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...passerby. On this same street, the little girl tried hard to keep a tight grip on her mother’s hand as she was led through the bustling streets of Osaka. The rumbling of engines purred by the street to her left, leaving a trail of thick gasoline, and the mixed scents of strangers filled her nostrils as she was pulled through a large crowd. Leather, velvet, cottony scents of freshly washed clothing. For a moment, they paused. Somewhere close by, a bicycle’s wheels chinked with its small gear and chain, more than likely in more of a hurry then she. While she stood, the girl tried to remember what her father smelled like. What her father looked like.
Sometimes he looked like smoke, and other times he looked like a raspy sort of fluid. Oddly enough, he sometimes looked like red paste, but not the paste her mother uses. Her paste smells of sweet flowers blossoming in spring, but her father’s was that of some kind of cherry pink. It had been so long, that the memory of her father had become bleak and gray, harder to remember. The girl looked down at the pavement in frustration, following the cracks as if they lead to some new and exciting world where the sun always shines. A color changed, and the girl began moving at the call of her mother’s hand again. Just as the sound of impatient horns died down, the combined noise of thousands of shoes overwhelmed her. The smell of sweet pastries floated over the crosswalk as if to soothe her while she hastily stumbled over the pavement, careful never to let go of her mother’s hand. In the mess of confusion, all she could focus on was the smooth and cold touch of her mother’s hand.
The girl tried to look up at her mother’s face in desperation, but the sun’s rays blocked her vision. Her features were blurred, but she was sure she looked worried. She remembered the subtleties of her mother’s face well. Her lines and wrinkles reminded her of an age old song about time, though the lyrics were unspoken--forgotten. The water that flowed from her mother’s eyes always intrigued the girl, reminding her of some glistening stream from an ancient land. As they made it across the crosswalk, their pace quickened. The girl struggled to keep up with her mother’s frantic pace. A harsh and static voice echoed across the buildings around her, causing a chill to run up and down her spine. Suddenly, she remembered something important that she needed to tell her mother, but as she opened her mouth to tell her, she tripped on an outcropping in the sidewalk. As tears began to build up in her eyes, she quickly tried to compose herself, making sense of her surroundings, when a sudden unexplainable noise deafened her.
Pain stabbed through her lower right leg, and she felt her stomach turn, seeing only the sky through a dark cloud of smoke for several seconds. She landed hard on her back, concussing her cranium on the hard concrete. She squinted her eyes shut as she desperately tried not to cry out. Tears welled in her eyes as she lifted herself up. The world was spinning around, and a high pitched ringing pinged in the back of her head. As she placed her right hand down, she yelped in pain, reeling back in shock. Shattered glass was scattered around her, with a few stray shards embedded in her palm. Thick blood trickled down her hand and onto her arm as she sobbed. A thick rumble shook the buildings, causing a second wave of screams in the distance. A siren wailed on endlessly as the girl curled into a fetal position, placing her good hand on her forehead. It was moist with the same thick fluid as her hand. The girl gasped for the last bit of oxygen left in the fumes of the shattered rubble.
This blood was not her own.
She began to breath frantically, her eyes dilated and shaking in and out of focus. All the girl could muster was whimpering and sobbing. In between these sobs she cried out for her mother. She tried searching for her, but her vision was blurred by the blood crawling down her forehead and into her eyes. She rubbed the maroon and tears with the back of her left hand, and screamed for her mother again.
The girl sat on a pile of rubble, and below her were heaps of mangled and torn corpses. An ungodly amount of blood painted the ground and walls of the buildings around her, crumbling at their foundations. The wretched stench of death clung to the disfigured and mutilated human carcasses. Some of the strangers she was only just next to lay overturned, their skin boiled off, and the sunlight submitting them to decay. The horror of their final moments stayed plastered on their faces as they breathed their last in fear. As she continued her frantic search, she heard a weak voice to her left.
“H-hel…m-me…”
She turned, and found a man, holding a weak hand out to her. He was torn completely in half at the stomach, and his intestines had spilled out onto the pavement. The left half of his face had third degree burns, giving him the appearance of some grotesquely mutated monster. The hand he held up was missing its last three digits, and shook like that of Parkinson’s disease, overcome with fear.
“I… I can’t…,” was all the man could muster in between coughing up pools of blood. The girl tried to stand up, but fell forward with a shrill cry of intense pain. She looked down to find a massive shard of rebar embedded in her shin, completely shattering the bone, and nearly severing the leg entirely. Her own blood seeped out with the sudden movement. Distraught at this new circumstance before her, she struggled to crawl with her left hand, careful to avoid the shards of glass around her despite her leg going numb from blood loss. The girl managed to push forward, and make her way over to the man, regardless of the pain. Tears fell down the man’s cheeks, and he exhaled a massive sigh, resting his head on the earth. All she could do was sob before inhaling too much death, causing her to regurgitate. She continued to search for her mother, as she crawled a little further. After a few feet of struggling, she stopped, gasping in utter shock.
Her mother’s hand, the same hand she held only seconds before, was trapped under a pile of rubble. The girl screamed for her, and dragged herself closer. Unyielding and desperate, she pulled on her mother’s hand, positive she had to have been alive and trapped. With her eyes closed, she tugged on her mother’s hand.
The girl heard a pop, and a nauseatingly liquid noise, falling back on her fractured skull again. She cried out, but too soon. As the girl regained her senses again, resting in her lap was her mother’s severed hand. The girl screamed louder than ever before, weeping uncontrollably, desperately trying to hold her mother’s hand, and feel her warmth again.
It was cold as ice, and hardened from decay. The shift in rubble caused a chain reaction, and something tumbled and fell next to her. She wailed and screamed, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. as she cried in wasted desperation for her deceased mother, whose decapitated head stared soullessly at her, and into oblivion.


*and the invisible player calls out from ahead* I said 20 words or less, no one has time for all that.
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52infinity wrote:


UnRavel1 wrote:

...passerby. On this same street, the little girl tried hard to keep a tight grip on her mother’s hand as she was led through the bustling streets of Osaka. The rumbling of engines purred by the street to her left, leaving a trail of thick gasoline, and the mixed scents of strangers filled her nostrils as she was pulled through a large crowd. Leather, velvet, cottony scents of freshly washed clothing. For a moment, they paused. Somewhere close by, a bicycle’s wheels chinked with its small gear and chain, more than likely in more of a hurry then she. While she stood, the girl tried to remember what her father smelled like. What her father looked like.
Sometimes he looked like smoke, and other times he looked like a raspy sort of fluid. Oddly enough, he sometimes looked like red paste, but not the paste her mother uses. Her paste smells of sweet flowers blossoming in spring, but her father’s was that of some kind of cherry pink. It had been so long, that the memory of her father had become bleak and gray, harder to remember. The girl looked down at the pavement in frustration, following the cracks as if they lead to some new and exciting world where the sun always shines. A color changed, and the girl began moving at the call of her mother’s hand again. Just as the sound of impatient horns died down, the combined noise of thousands of shoes overwhelmed her. The smell of sweet pastries floated over the crosswalk as if to soothe her while she hastily stumbled over the pavement, careful never to let go of her mother’s hand. In the mess of confusion, all she could focus on was the smooth and cold touch of her mother’s hand.
The girl tried to look up at her mother’s face in desperation, but the sun’s rays blocked her vision. Her features were blurred, but she was sure she looked worried. She remembered the subtleties of her mother’s face well. Her lines and wrinkles reminded her of an age old song about time, though the lyrics were unspoken--forgotten. The water that flowed from her mother’s eyes always intrigued the girl, reminding her of some glistening stream from an ancient land. As they made it across the crosswalk, their pace quickened. The girl struggled to keep up with her mother’s frantic pace. A harsh and static voice echoed across the buildings around her, causing a chill to run up and down her spine. Suddenly, she remembered something important that she needed to tell her mother, but as she opened her mouth to tell her, she tripped on an outcropping in the sidewalk. As tears began to build up in her eyes, she quickly tried to compose herself, making sense of her surroundings, when a sudden unexplainable noise deafened her.
Pain stabbed through her lower right leg, and she felt her stomach turn, seeing only the sky through a dark cloud of smoke for several seconds. She landed hard on her back, concussing her cranium on the hard concrete. She squinted her eyes shut as she desperately tried not to cry out. Tears welled in her eyes as she lifted herself up. The world was spinning around, and a high pitched ringing pinged in the back of her head. As she placed her right hand down, she yelped in pain, reeling back in shock. Shattered glass was scattered around her, with a few stray shards embedded in her palm. Thick blood trickled down her hand and onto her arm as she sobbed. A thick rumble shook the buildings, causing a second wave of screams in the distance. A siren wailed on endlessly as the girl curled into a fetal position, placing her good hand on her forehead. It was moist with the same thick fluid as her hand. The girl gasped for the last bit of oxygen left in the fumes of the shattered rubble.
This blood was not her own.
She began to breath frantically, her eyes dilated and shaking in and out of focus. All the girl could muster was whimpering and sobbing. In between these sobs she cried out for her mother. She tried searching for her, but her vision was blurred by the blood crawling down her forehead and into her eyes. She rubbed the maroon and tears with the back of her left hand, and screamed for her mother again.
The girl sat on a pile of rubble, and below her were heaps of mangled and torn corpses. An ungodly amount of blood painted the ground and walls of the buildings around her, crumbling at their foundations. The wretched stench of death clung to the disfigured and mutilated human carcasses. Some of the strangers she was only just next to lay overturned, their skin boiled off, and the sunlight submitting them to decay. The horror of their final moments stayed plastered on their faces as they breathed their last in fear. As she continued her frantic search, she heard a weak voice to her left.
“H-hel…m-me…”
She turned, and found a man, holding a weak hand out to her. He was torn completely in half at the stomach, and his intestines had spilled out onto the pavement. The left half of his face had third degree burns, giving him the appearance of some grotesquely mutated monster. The hand he held up was missing its last three digits, and shook like that of Parkinson’s disease, overcome with fear.
“I… I can’t…,” was all the man could muster in between coughing up pools of blood. The girl tried to stand up, but fell forward with a shrill cry of intense pain. She looked down to find a massive shard of rebar embedded in her shin, completely shattering the bone, and nearly severing the leg entirely. Her own blood seeped out with the sudden movement. Distraught at this new circumstance before her, she struggled to crawl with her left hand, careful to avoid the shards of glass around her despite her leg going numb from blood loss. The girl managed to push forward, and make her way over to the man, regardless of the pain. Tears fell down the man’s cheeks, and he exhaled a massive sigh, resting his head on the earth. All she could do was sob before inhaling too much death, causing her to regurgitate. She continued to search for her mother, as she crawled a little further. After a few feet of struggling, she stopped, gasping in utter shock.
Her mother’s hand, the same hand she held only seconds before, was trapped under a pile of rubble. The girl screamed for her, and dragged herself closer. Unyielding and desperate, she pulled on her mother’s hand, positive she had to have been alive and trapped. With her eyes closed, she tugged on her mother’s hand.
The girl heard a pop, and a nauseatingly liquid noise, falling back on her fractured skull again. She cried out, but too soon. As the girl regained her senses again, resting in her lap was her mother’s severed hand. The girl screamed louder than ever before, weeping uncontrollably, desperately trying to hold her mother’s hand, and feel her warmth again.
It was cold as ice, and hardened from decay. The shift in rubble caused a chain reaction, and something tumbled and fell next to her. She wailed and screamed, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. as she cried in wasted desperation for her deceased mother, whose decapitated head stared soullessly at her, and into oblivion.


*and the invisible player calls out from ahead* I said 20 words or less, no one has time for all that.


Haha, couldn't help myself. I was gonna delete it later anyway, but...now that it's been quoted.
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"You took my Vodka Craine! Rosiya will find where you live and claim your shit for your crime-a"
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He then gave up on life and started vigorously masterbating
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Yea I can see now that this is something that never should have been attempted...
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Kaori, suddenly appears... "YOU DID THIS....YOU.............."
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Kaori was interrupted by the appearance of david beckham
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Devid Beckham starts performing soccer tricks because he can.
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so victoria appeared with the divorce paper .
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But a random hoodlum with a baseball bat came and killed Victoria. Farewell, Victoria. A carnivorous unicorn ate her corpse.
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Victoria, however, was an exceptionally strong willed individual. Refusing to die she over powered the unicorn with her mind and lived on, using the unicorn as her vessel. A vessel for vengeance.
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