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01-31-2013, 07:57 PM
Psychlone:
My topic:
I'm a private investigator hired to watch and record people who have filed for disability and can no longer work; these people may be faking, and it is my job to expose them. I have gathered days worth of video evidence that prove a certain individual is indeed faking, as I have caught them doing numerous physical activities on tape. On my last stakeout of this individual, I fall out of a tree while recording and break my leg. My cell phone also shatters in this fall. I now must yell for help from the very person I threaten to expose, with the video evidence laying nearby....
My first mistake? Thinkin my perch was safe,
Cursin fate when my leg’s in the worst of shape
Needin a nurse to make a splint reverse the break
Bleedin spurts layin bent with thirst to slake
Certain the person that faked now lurked in wait,
Alert to the tape that could hurt his case
With urgent haste I raced to create a diversion
Aches and pains left me spaced still my face was determined
My celly was useless and with shitty acoustics
I’m dependent on this fool earnin pity with two sticks
I shouted for help after the camera was covered
But he’s out for himself left me damaged to suffer
He stammered and muttered when he discovered the tape
Then he was brandishin cutters I just shuddered afraid
The destruction of evidence motherfucker’s malevolent
He enabled a fable just to get the whole settlement
He was full of embellishment his limp had switched legs
Bold and intelligent? Just a gimp that’s bitch made
The guy made his getaway his purpose was served,
Convincing everyone that he’d be useless at work
The truth really hurts still I’ll be catchin this scofflaw
Since everything I caught I was bettin my boss saw
See I forgot to mention I’m Detective Neophyte
At spottin evidence I’m hesitant when leads are in sight
So although I really botched the final stakeout,
I knew that everything would be fine and I’d make out
Even though I can’t stand and I’m a little bit cracked up
Luckily the cam the man destroyed was a backup
Universe:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Psychlone
Authorities just found what they believe to be a genuine snuff film. You are the chief of police about to hold a press conference to discuss the film's contents. Please describe the film in as much gut wrenching, stomach churning detail as humanly possible in order to stress the horrendous nature of the crime committed against the unfortunate unnamed victim.
“Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.” - Mark Twain
......
A young Girl pegged to a bed, under blankets she’s spread
And stretched as the blood pools from her legs to her head
She prays for death, as a Man in a black, long silk robe
Approaches her slowly with a drill and strapped-on dildo
The Girl yells, “No!” the Man slides back the blankets
Even the films grainy picture can’t hide that she’s pregnant
The Man unstraps his fake dick; he drops it in her throat
Pulls an exacto blade quick, she vomits, begins to choke
So dull it skins her slow, she moans, her stomach heaving
Blood leaking covers the sheets, she struggles breathing
Something’s screaming in the blanket, from underneath it
The Man pulls the baby up on screen, and fucks her fetus
He proceeds- -
“Jesus” I hit Pause; turn back around, fighting sickness
“They’ll shoot the messenger no matter how I spin this”
“It’s one opinion” an officer says, “But I got a solution”
“Play what we saw, and they must draw the conclusions”
“I just hope we’re not jumping to them” I casually said
Adding, “Has anyone here seen this shit actually end?”
“Not after that last part, Chief” I sit at my desk debating
“There’s no time, eject the tape” I say, “Press is waiting”
Minutes later, I address reporters, shadowed by a screen
“We’ve only seen half the film, so please, no live feeds”
He proceeds to drill holes in her neck, removing her head
His dick huge and erect sticks through a wound in her flesh
He paces the room with it set, like some delinquent child
Places it in view of the lens… the skull winks and smiles
The screen goes dead, then says, Directed by Emmit Rage
Starring Mercedes Bends; and the rest of the credits play…
I watch the camera’s raise, instincts say, ‘back up fast’
But in a panicked state, I stand in place, flashbulbs flash
I have to act, but after that… who will honestly listen?
“Fact or fiction” I sigh, “I guess there’s always a victim”
My topic:
I'm a private investigator hired to watch and record people who have filed for disability and can no longer work; these people may be faking, and it is my job to expose them. I have gathered days worth of video evidence that prove a certain individual is indeed faking, as I have caught them doing numerous physical activities on tape. On my last stakeout of this individual, I fall out of a tree while recording and break my leg. My cell phone also shatters in this fall. I now must yell for help from the very person I threaten to expose, with the video evidence laying nearby....
My first mistake? Thinkin my perch was safe,
Cursin fate when my leg’s in the worst of shape
Needin a nurse to make a splint reverse the break
Bleedin spurts layin bent with thirst to slake
Certain the person that faked now lurked in wait,
Alert to the tape that could hurt his case
With urgent haste I raced to create a diversion
Aches and pains left me spaced still my face was determined
My celly was useless and with shitty acoustics
I’m dependent on this fool earnin pity with two sticks
I shouted for help after the camera was covered
But he’s out for himself left me damaged to suffer
He stammered and muttered when he discovered the tape
Then he was brandishin cutters I just shuddered afraid
The destruction of evidence motherfucker’s malevolent
He enabled a fable just to get the whole settlement
He was full of embellishment his limp had switched legs
Bold and intelligent? Just a gimp that’s bitch made
The guy made his getaway his purpose was served,
Convincing everyone that he’d be useless at work
The truth really hurts still I’ll be catchin this scofflaw
Since everything I caught I was bettin my boss saw
See I forgot to mention I’m Detective Neophyte
At spottin evidence I’m hesitant when leads are in sight
So although I really botched the final stakeout,
I knew that everything would be fine and I’d make out
Even though I can’t stand and I’m a little bit cracked up
Luckily the cam the man destroyed was a backup
Universe:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Psychlone
Authorities just found what they believe to be a genuine snuff film. You are the chief of police about to hold a press conference to discuss the film's contents. Please describe the film in as much gut wrenching, stomach churning detail as humanly possible in order to stress the horrendous nature of the crime committed against the unfortunate unnamed victim.
“Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.” - Mark Twain
......
A young Girl pegged to a bed, under blankets she’s spread
And stretched as the blood pools from her legs to her head
She prays for death, as a Man in a black, long silk robe
Approaches her slowly with a drill and strapped-on dildo
The Girl yells, “No!” the Man slides back the blankets
Even the films grainy picture can’t hide that she’s pregnant
The Man unstraps his fake dick; he drops it in her throat
Pulls an exacto blade quick, she vomits, begins to choke
So dull it skins her slow, she moans, her stomach heaving
Blood leaking covers the sheets, she struggles breathing
Something’s screaming in the blanket, from underneath it
The Man pulls the baby up on screen, and fucks her fetus
He proceeds- -
“Jesus” I hit Pause; turn back around, fighting sickness
“They’ll shoot the messenger no matter how I spin this”
“It’s one opinion” an officer says, “But I got a solution”
“Play what we saw, and they must draw the conclusions”
“I just hope we’re not jumping to them” I casually said
Adding, “Has anyone here seen this shit actually end?”
“Not after that last part, Chief” I sit at my desk debating
“There’s no time, eject the tape” I say, “Press is waiting”
Minutes later, I address reporters, shadowed by a screen
“We’ve only seen half the film, so please, no live feeds”
He proceeds to drill holes in her neck, removing her head
His dick huge and erect sticks through a wound in her flesh
He paces the room with it set, like some delinquent child
Places it in view of the lens… the skull winks and smiles
The screen goes dead, then says, Directed by Emmit Rage
Starring Mercedes Bends; and the rest of the credits play…
I watch the camera’s raise, instincts say, ‘back up fast’
But in a panicked state, I stand in place, flashbulbs flash
I have to act, but after that… who will honestly listen?
“Fact or fiction” I sigh, “I guess there’s always a victim”