01-31-2013, 07:57 PM | #1 |
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Round 2: Universe vs Psychlone
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” |
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