01-31-2013, 08:02 PM | #1 |
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Round 3: Square vs Universe vs Serge
Square:
TOPIC: You are a victim of Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome* and confined to a wheelchair because of your disability. Because of this disease, your family has disowned you and your social life is non-existent. Knowing you have little life left to live, and with nothing to lose, you lure a group of homeless people to an abandoned warehouse using a false promise, but with plans to kill them all. Why? ... You hope that these people will haunt you after they pass, thus lending proof to an afterlife, and extinguishing your fear of death. Only, after the people arrive, you realize something is very wrong. These people are not who you thought they'd be... they may even seem... familiar... *Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria syndrome is an extremely rare genetic condition which causes physical changes that resemble greatly accelerated aging in sufferers. Do you know what it's like? There I am, aged 4. The world is staged for, made for kids to run like that -- that fast, on the open grass, that even after they pass their smiles lasts a while in the air they're cast. Then he trips on the grass, his face collides thru the surface, into the pool on the other side and he's 9, and he's fine, just trying to learn to swim. This pool he's in is the one his dad made for him laboring in the backyard, the sun digging his skin shovelling out that dirt, the same kind used to bury her his mother, into the earth, along with all my hurt But not forgiving cuz then he was only 16, his lips been bleeding from all the screams he's biting in, a way to fix things is none and staying home as a sick teen, the window's ajar, staring out at the cars close and yet so far, at them sounds gliding on tar at them wheels going around, close my eyes and I found two wheels on my sides now, locked from waist down and I'm 22, and look where I'm sent to I was only a body to attend to, so the only explanation was he "had to". A place to vent to? An old man with a bent tooth, we started talking a bit. He's been here for 10. And I've been here.. for 6. Everyone's looking to mix, And by the time I found a fit, I was nearing 36. My life is a book with all the pages torn out. A way it never oughta be. If you feel my narration was accelerated, skip every 4 lines to feel the proper speed. So what's my plan? With my life down the can, there must be something else to give a damn. So when shit hits the fan, look for the receipt. It won't be long til my time to go beneath and I believe I should cash in my death, not my life. This fight may be already over, but after life -- the door, the light -- must be proven before I die. Life was unfair to me, but death? Would you let.. yourself be cheated twice, again? So I had to test. I got a few people here, plus this handgun. I've sealed the place down, and no where they can run. Let them damn one. They can come back and haunt me then. All I need is proof that this isn't the end. The hour hand hit ten, and my gun.. clipped bang. One shot after another, three shots to their heads. I felt no guilty conscience. Conscience was a luxury I couldn't afford to have. Instead, I just waited for the smoke to clear but here.. were not 3 dead people, but 3 smiling faces. Alive and fit. Did I miss? Or was my mind playing a trick? I unloaded rounds and rounds of clips, and.. still the same. Then of the 3, one slowly closed in. A dame. Not understanding, I studied her face. Still smiling, still unchanged. It's a face I've seen.. where has it been? And then it struck. I remember. The last time I saw her, I was only 16. I must have lost a few pages towards the end. But it doesn't matter anymore. It all makes sense now. I've really missed you. And so did I, dear. [sQ] Universe: Quote: Originally Posted by serge ... youre jeffrey dahmer and square is your next in-house victim. dive into the way you drill his skull open and pour battery acid into his skull so he can be your sex slave and whatever else dahmer was notorious for....but add your own twist... “I couldn't find any meaning for my life when I was out there. I'm sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing... it's just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that's all it is. How it can help anyone, I have no idea." - Jeffrey Dahmer ...... Had a strange obsession, handcuffs my favorite weapon If pain is hidden when circulation’s cut, I take exception Veins just bled; fact is, there’s no reaction if I ask him His tongue’s in a vat of acid; black skin in my trash bin After I had dinner, I slept it off to digest his bicep The clock struck six; I wept and put my dick inside him Cock comes quick; yet my greed saves the kid for later Been dead five weeks, his head I keep in the refrigerator Get Serge restrained in ropes now, his nerves are frayed I work at eight; to start my day I choke down a vertebrae “I g-got Aids” I heard him say with seductive trepidation I give him head and rape him, then conduct a trepanation Place him under sheets; I drill three holes, a couple leak So what? He’s half black… really not my cup a tea For company, I turned around the heads on my mantle Fed on a mandible in an altar surrounded by candles Guess I’m a cannibal, but hunger still breeds an onus Will need to focus to give Square a subdural hematoma Once it turns to a coma, I master bate to his dead body My drill exposes his dura mater, creating this sex zombie It’s got me stiff; picturing how his tongue is ripped out He sucks this dick for one minute, I come in his mouth If found, I realize I’ll need a perfectly formed alibi In short supply, like his penis preserved in formaldehyde Well, it’s time; eight o’clock is when Emmit Rage calls “You late, Dahm” he says, “Did you quit your day job?” “Hi Emmit, just hang on” I say, “I am leaving directly” “Bring a drill Jeffrey, it’s a violent scene I’m directing” “Thank God”; I drop this phone and pull the closet open A wall is loaded with Polaroid’s, boys in bondage poses “What is it you chose to wear”? he asks talking real slow I lift the phone, grabbing a silk robe and a strap-on dildo Serge: IM HERE NIGAGS IM HERE you are an alcoholic, and recently, you dont remember anything after getting wasted. yesterday you got plastered again, but this morning you wake up, naked, ..in your mom's bed. you are confused, trying to figure out a way this is possible, and find out that she's naked too, and the bed has stains all over it. your brain just stopped reacting and says, oh. my. god. ..the twist is, she is blind. and you think that she mistook you for your father. at least, you HOPE she mistook you. i sip daily the way daniel podobed records hangover, shivers from the liquer that the liver absorbs yawn n stretch, feel something to the left a tit? my luck, coyote ugly....drunken sex i look to the side...am i dreaming or dead? as pacs ''dear mama'' starts to play in my head ......... ........ .......................... ........ ...... WHAT THE FUCK???? i should be worried, nasty fuck, worry you should but the only thing im thinkin now is ''was she any good?'' crossed a line...when i die there'll be no heaven but this explains me being breast fed till i was 11 shed kiss me in the mouth...others' mothers did with theirs but shed wink, sway her hip n stroke her hand through my hair that was goodbye before school....im serge from connecticut a smarty art museum buff whos favorite book was oedipus ...oedipus....that explains even more no wonder shed kiss me int he neck as i did all my chores she lost her sight, i dropped out and damn near lost my mind startin drinkin like crazy since she went n turned blind i mean cmon....how could i not love her??? the problem is it became way more than son to mother i should be worried, nasty fuck, worry you should but the only thing im thinkin now is ''was she any good?'' crossed a line...when i die there'll be no heaven but this explains me being breast fed till i was 11 ''mom, wake up''....she smiles n im stern ''i knew the day i had you that you would return'' cunt bitch...but i let her tell it so i said fuckit and embelished in fetish came back with diapers n J&J powder for rash a bottle n baby oil to slip the plastic keys in my ass i wet the bed, mom ive been a naughty baby lemme bust in ya eye...i know ya blind so its nothing crazy this is the best sex ever, shouldve known it from the start but fuckin you made a turn for great when i put the stake into ya heart you shouldnt have fought back, it caused me some trouble gettin hed wasnt the same after i bashed you with the shovel sure the freezer sucks, keepin it up is a challenge i gotta keep you somehow... without this peice of ass id surely sadden i hear the bell outside...a guest person awaits??? time to welcome a customer....''Hello, I'm Norman Bates''...... |
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