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if you wanna torture is, why not just post pics of your girlfriend?


and by girlfriend, i mean your mom.

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I don't have either or, but your girlfriend would do nicely.

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gone sleeping.

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From me; It's what douches do,

To you: Consumer of all things wholesome,

a poem: Walking Dead




I know enough to speak it well, those without Joy suffer endless hell, compulsory service tries do me, which holds us for eternity, cruel cruel world no love is found, for dead loved ones beneath the ground, or ashes fall from higher skies, beneath the rubble or by teeth we die, which ever the means say it well, tis better to live in endless hell, than to exist no where be found, food for worms beneath the ground, and to the virgin cherry kept, here comes the worm to violate flesh, so it ends with mortal kind, suffer for a little then die for all time.

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you're a resilient fucker, ain't ya? You're starting to grow me.

I forget who called you non-sequitur....I think it was Vix...but they were spot the fuck on. I kinda enjoy it. We spout direct, concise hate/filth at you...and you rebut with some off-the-wall nonsense. Well played, fatty.

Having said all that, I'd still like to harpoon you and fill-up my oil lanterns with your blubbery tallow.

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I'm the quintessential atomic cock roach, we never say die, we improvise, it's genetics.

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A story I wrote but never proof read because I'm a lazy bastard. I sent it to compatriots of mine, we're writers, at least they are and i"m faking it, regardless, have at it.



An update to the madness, Proof red it is; July 4 2008 8:20PM


In the distance Jogen Mayfield could just make out what appeared to be lights. She at present, running through knee high bushes that scraped her legs, was drawn to this location via a dream. Or was it a vision? Perhaps it was during the time she slipped arsenic tablets in her grandfather's denture solution, or just before she planted child pornography pictures in her principle's desk moments before his wife stopped by suspecting him of cheating--- which he was, with Jogen---, or more importantly; cheating with a girl who intentionally left a lip stick stain on the front of his white briefs. Jogen as she ran felt the weight of intent no more than a few steps behind her. From a young child she could sense the evil thoughts in others, or what she believed to be the evil thoughts of others. Her neighbor, Mr Furley, would watch as she rode her bike around her neighborhood thus, he wanted to rape her. She so believed this she goaded him for two years until unable to resist, he made an attempt. Jogen of course resisted and her neighbor mortified quickly apologized. But the intent was done and Jogen threatened to tell. Mr Furley beside himself with grief and regret pleaded that Jogen not tell any one. She reluctantly agreed but only after he swore to give her what ever she wanted. This usually involved him giving her money or more importantly a feasible alibi when questioned by her parents or the authorities. This went on for sometime until her father---step father---imposed himself into Jogen and Mr Furley's business and had to be eliminated. Her elimination of choice was for him to be seen as a child molester but read that most wives had trouble sending their husbands to jail even if they molested their children. This wouldn't do so she asked that Mr Furley take her to the library to find a more efficient way of killing daddy. Her father upon finding out her request, resisted and insisted that he would carry Jogen instead. Jogen smiled and agreed with her father's ruling, though inside she wanted to stab him to death. Her father ever dutiful took her to the library and Jogen found the most perfect way to kill daddy; arsenic. Later that night, she called Mr Furley and asked him to procure arsenic for her. Her intent was clear enough to Mr Furley, but according to Jogen, it was her father whose wicked intent would be the reason for his having to die.
As such feelings evolve, clarity of such became clearer to Jogen but, wicked intent seemed like child's play compared to what she was now experiencing; in her mind's eye, she imagined her hunter to have an axe in hand which he would chop her into a million pieces with. Jogen's path became a steep incline and she back peddled best she could to avoid falling over. The building which for the first time had a name to match its elusive purpose, was called Diner 66. This Diner had beckoned Jogen repeatedly and even told her how to find it. She felt it calling to her as a sleepy person would ceremoniously hear the invitation of their bed. Though such a thing would have caused red flags to be raised in Jogen's usually suspicious nature, putty she was to it's supernatural will.
"Yes I'm almost there. I'm fr....urk!" Jogen stopped with a start. Looking down towards her knee, she saw a rather large blade sticking through it. Her attacker slid down the steep incline beside her effectively knocking Jogen off her feet. As she tried to resist the attacker had another knife.
"Wait please. O god pl...." The attacker with swift accuracy slit her throat preventing her from speaking or crying out. She attempted to scratch out his eyes but lost three of her fingers with another swipe of the blade. Jogen became aware that she couldn't move. Then she noticed an odd smell which was even more scented than her blood and urine. Some type of paralyzing agent perhaps, which sole purpose was to paralyze her to avoid her hurting her attacker, but seemingly it made all of her nerve centers alive. As the shock which she invited mysteriously subsided, Jogen started moaning in pain as the attacker ripped away her shirt. He shoved his blade down into her abdomen, causing a hot lava pain sensation through out her midsection. With all her strength Jogen tried to get up but was unable to as she felt the knife slicing into what must have been her bowels. Her rectum exploded outward, coughing up fecal matter curdled with blood. Jorgen's attacker seemed enraged.
"Girl's poop is supposed to be flowers! You filthy whore! Only flowers is supposed to come out!" Jogen knew her attacker well, for she had touched such a person now and again deep within her personage; its name was Madness. Jogen looked up at the stars and tried to make her self die, but mysteriously, even after she knew she should have been dead due to her loss of blood, her pain continued. Her eyes averted back towards her attacker only when he pulled up something which spurted blood into her eyes. Jogen looked at what appeared to be her uterus and thought to herself 'yuck' as she slipped into darkness.

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part two, of what I sent to my friends, or other members of akatsuki some time last year. i won't rewrite because i don't care about this story any more, at least i do, but it is far too disturbing;

Haven't proof red it, I think its fine for a first draft.








With hands covered in Blood, Stephen wolff wanted to do nothing more than to clean the red from them. He imagined himself a wolf as he eviscerated the unfortunate shit just across the highway. He would have said unfortunate lady but was insulted when she pooped fecal matter and not flowers. And to add insult to injury, her poop came out with loads of acrid smelling blood. Spoiling his masturbatory fantasy. Silly cunt. No matter, the diner may have a water tap behind it which he could use to clean himself up with. Yes it did and Stephen cleaned his hands and removed his bloody shirt then buttoned up his coat. Spotless once again. As he made his way to the front of the establishment, his mother's voice ever true told him that he'd find the right woman, who not only shat flowers, but farted the sweetest fragrance. "Yes Mummy, we will find her, who knows, she may be right inside this building." Stephen was beaming with confidence as he went through the door.

The diner had several tables, some near the windows but most just in the center of the building just beyond the door. Stephen chose one near the bathroom and sat down. He didn't have to wait long for a waitress.
"What will you be having there sir?" She had a New England accent.
"Well what do you have?" Stephen responded with as much charm as he could muster.
"The special is to die for." Came a voice from behind. Stephen spun about and noticed a rather beautiful looking black woman eating what appeared to be a medium rare steak fries and a large coke. Funny, thought Stephen, I didn't notice her
there. He smiled and nodded.
"I'll have what she's having ma'am." The waitress nods and goes towards the kitchen. Stephen gets up and approaches the lady's table.
"Mind If I join you Ms....?"
"Meddy Usa." She smiles and Stephen hears mother's voice deep inside; 'I like this niggres.'
"I'm Stephen, Stephen Wolff." The black lady smiled even more and her eyes went nervously down to her steak.
Stephen wanted her badly. Just then, the waitress arrived with Stephen's food. As he ate the reddish steak and sipped his icy coke, Meddy chewed silently only glancing up every so often then quickly back to her food. Stephen wanted to take her in to the restroom quickly and check her out. But with three other patrons, the waitress, and the unseen cooking crew, he may have a problem with his intent. The only way to get her to the bathroom is to get her turned on. She was wearing jeans, something that offended Stephen but that would mean nothing if she was the one. If she wasn't, Stephen promised himself that he would shove those pants up her ass before opening her up. She swallowed the last of her soda and burped. Stephen looked at her suspiciously when he thought he smelt cinnamon.
"Excuse me, I'm so sorry Stephen." Stephen thought for a moment, 'cinnamon?'
"Its okay Meddy. Only if you finish the deal and release a real wet one."
"Uh?" Meddy seemed confused.
"I mean I'll only excuse your behavior earlier if you complete the transaction with a nice fart."
"Won't that creep you out, I mean you're eating and everything."
"We can always go in there." Said Stephen pointing towards the loo. Meddy laughed.
"O gross wait till you finish eating." Stephen laughed and quickly chewed his food. After finishing Stephen made his way into the toilet. He wasn't in there long before Meddy walked in. She was laughing hysterically.
"O my god Stephen, this is so crazy." Stephen didn't think so, since Meddy's very life depended on the next few minutes.
"Okay Meddy, let it rip." Stephen had to kill that shit across the way there, since she made him run through all those prickly bushes and almost escaped, nearly spoiling everything. But Meddy was hip to his game and wanted to be a part of his nuance. Stephen's Mummy held him down from a small child and would fart on his head repeatedly screaming that if any woman smelt like this, she wasn't worthy of his love. Stephen found this troubling and wouldn't look at a girl until he asked her if she pooped flowers. Must girls found him to be weird and avoided him, but one of them Isabel, actually wanted to get to know him. That was until Stephen's mom found out about it and Stephen was never the same there after. Stephen was called to the bathroom which had broke down and Isabel apologizing quickly left after leaving a deuce in the browny bowl. Stephen's Mum reached into the bowl pulling out the deuces and shoved it into Stephen's pants ordering him to slide the mick with the poo. When Stephen resisted she cattle the wild boar herself. Now twenty years later. Stephen had finally found the one who would take his virginity with her place of flowers. 'Or so we would hope Stevey.' Recanted his mother.
"O gosh Stephen I usually do it alot when I'm near cumming."
"You what?" Stephen panics. He has never had sex with a girl before nor has he ever masturbated one to climax.
"Come on Stevey get started." Stephen eyes wells up.
"I uh. I've never."
"Never?" Meddy seemed surprised.
"No. I mean I wanted to." Mother quipped; 'Stop your bawling boy, she knows how to quible her own nibble.'
"Watch me, okay." Stephen nods and Meddy removes her pants. Behind laced undies Stevey notices her wonderful portion. He had never seen one, and wanted to desperately touch it. Mother's voice told him to be still but Stevey began to move closer and closer to her joy. Flowers or not, he wanted to, mother's voice boomed through his consciousness: 'You ungrateful bastard, she could be like the others, keep your mind clear and your body will follow. Think of that piece shit across the way there.' Mother's accusation like tone brought Stephen back to his senses. Stephen gave Meddy's love another sniff and was sure he smelt cinnamon as she removed her slightly wet undies. Stephen watched some what horrified, partially mystified as Meddy's fingers made her body tremble and her mouth quiver. Such power from such a small act, it almost seemed unnatural. Mother completed his thought: 'Only if flowers don't come out, then I want your biggest knife up that piece which makes her quiver so.' Meddy started to sweat profusely and the smell of cinnamon grew. Until finally, liquid poured from Meddy's skene glands and a loud fart followed. Stephen tensed up gripping his knife in his coat, but then, the smell of cinnamon engulfed the room.
"Cinnamon?" Meddy looked at Stephen and wept. Stephen with a bemused smile looked at Meddy with a puzzled expression forming on his face.
"I'm a freak Stevey, my bowels has some sort of condition that in this body, cinnamon comes out." Stephen weighs the revelation of this. Not flowers, but cinnamon.
"what happens when you crap?"
"That's the worse part, its hard and reeks of cinnamon." Mother seemed satisfied: 'O Fuck it, Stephen she's wonderful, beside one needs dirt for flowers, not bowels. Cinnamon is a lot better than poo gas any day. She's the one boy, she's the one.' Stephen hugs Meddy and places her wet fingers in his mouth.
"I love you Meddy, you're the one I've waited for and I promise to be with you forever. You've saved me." 'To late for the previous thirty two victims of Stephen, but better late than never.' Thought mother. The waitress came into the rest room, then quickly excused herself. Meddy called her back in and shared the exciting news.
"Titania, he's the one. He's the one." The waitress smiled.
"Thats wonderful Medusa. Congratulations. All the best" Mother flashed a warning to Stephen but then fell mysteriously silent. Stephen since mother's death could never make her shut up but now, she wasn't there.
"Don't worry Stevey, its just us. Your mother will only get in the way of our blending." Stephen's eyes went wide with fear. Something was amiss. The Wolff became a pup and wanted to be done with all of this. The room about him went dark and Stephen instinctively went for his dagger and grabbed Meddy. But as he grabbed her body, which went oddly limp, Stevey noticed an acrid smell which far surpassed the poop mess that cunt across the way farted into being. But as his feet began to make sucking sounds as if he stood in muck, Stevey with no other recourse said in a squeaky voice:
"Hello?" Instead of a response came a thunderous roar. In the near blackness a thick noxious vapor attacked Stevey's nose. Bile vomit stale blood combined with the worst smelling poop, could not make a smell worse than that which accosted Stevey. Lights appeared all about him suddenly and Stevey the pup wished they'd stayed out. Countless miles of quivering flesh like appendages, surrounded by lakes of what smelt like bile and puss, with wart looking bubbles forming and exploding sticky filth was every where. The ground filled with billions of wriggling maggot like creatures moved and enclosed around Stephen. Lifting him high into the air. The body suit like form of Meddy fell from his hand and landed like discarded clothes.
"O please no, What is this. No. NOOO!" A voice which sounded like a thousand farts belched from deep within the living planet through an orifice which resembled a gargantuan butthole.
"YOU PROMISED BABY. NOW AND EVER WE'LL BE TOGETHER. I WANNA BABY STEVEY, GIVE ME A BABY." The huge mass of flesh which held him high moved him towards a portion of living flesh the size of a football field which resembled Meddy's joy.
"No Meddy, not that, it smells so. Mama! Mama! Its going to get me Mama!" The mound of flesh opened like a flower petal revealing an inside filled with oozing yellow white curds of cheese shaking like jello in anticipation.
"MAKE ME QUIVER BABY. MAKE ME QUIVER."

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What a wonderful piece I wrote previously, so much potential.

Though completely disturbing, much like DSF;

My good friend and I created it, he the character, me the story. Too Rein the conqueror, a much more brilliant writer than i'll ever be.


The raze stone similar to dilithium crystals but unlike dilithium, the raze stone has a duplication lattice. Depending upon the user of the raze stone, the stone mimics the traits of whom ever used it. The raze stoneʼs greatest user was Nivek. His level of power was greater than any previous to him, except for Chaos, Chaos was by far the greatest of them all and the jewel held great power after he used it. Following his depature, Nivek took the jewel and his powers were greatly increased., though beings existed far greater than he. After his demise, centuries passed, and the raze stone was forgotten. Until an Alchemist sensed its aura and sought its power. Not knowing the ways of the stone, the Alchemist was weakened by it and his life force and power was drained away by it. Lord Bash, the brawler of the eight kingdoms happened upon the dead alchemist and in the corpses hand he found the raze stone. Sensing its violence. Bash sundered the jewel to his mace. Bash once back on his ship was returning home with his men when their vessel was attacked by a sea serpent. The creature attacked the moorings crippling the ship but Bash incited by his violent spirit and the raze stone attacked the savage beast. Eventually the creature destroyed the ship and Bash now enraged in the rapid boiling sea became raze. Raze fell upon the massive beast and ripped its entrails from its body.

Many adventures became his, but in time Raze faced his most deadly foe, the Archtype.

\\ Damian here is the piece the absolution infinity redo. I'll now add another six paragraphs to hopefully recapture what was lost with the other redo of bash.



On the Euroasian steppes far before the time of the Khans lived a nomadic tribe of Warriors. The harsh conditions made every day a survival and hardened the nature of these nomads. But, what would make a tribe of Norseman flee thousands of miles from their homes in the north? Thor, god of thunder. Thor's people had the ability to see into the future, and theysaw that one among this norse tribe would not only defeat Thor, but take from him his mighty hammer, mjoiner. Thor instantly fell upon them, slaughtering most of the tribesman. Though the Norseman fought bravely, they were utterly defeated by a being whose arm possesed more power than all of them combined. Thus they left their land and sailed south, hoping to escape Thor's malice. Though Thor wasn't permitted to leave the nothern lands, he summoned a massive storm which sunk seven of the eight vessels. The survivors of the lone vessel fleed inland till they found a mass of land stretching countless miles in all directions and seemed void of all life. And of the thirty people that arrived their, sixteen was dead by the first month. The surviors had no choice but to feed on the bodies of the dead. Hardened and enraged, their nature changed. Decades later, a band of warriors, three thousand of them, found the tribesman tracked the tribesman and tried to make them pay tribute to a warlord on the bordering nation. The norseman numbered two hundred, but, this was more than enough and they easily bested the band of warriors. The survivors who didn't die, watched in horror as the norseman chopped up the bodies of their dead country man and jerked their meat with fires. The survivors were four hundred men, and though they out numbered the vikings, they stood in horror at the larger than life men and women, who cannibalsitic nature was as decisive as any arrow or club. One of the hulking men, who stood near eight feet came towards them and urinated on the face of one of the prisoners. The man looked up at the hulking behemoth and pleaded for his life. The man held the prisoners head back and spat in his face. Ten men among the prisoners attacked him. Biting spitting and striking the giant about the body with stones, they attempted to bring him down. The man that had gotten pissed on watched in horror as the giant grabbed one man and shoved his thumb deep into the man's eye killing him. Another guy he pulled by and arm and broke it in three places. As the guy with the broken arm feel to the ground, it became apparent, he was the lucky one of the surviving eight. The others suffered serious attacks which varied descriptions can only be called horrible. One got his bottom jaw ripped off, another's entrials were pulled out by the giant's hand. One who tried to flee was grabbed from behind between his legs and lifted into the air, as his balls fell through his garments, the giants grabbed them and ripped them off. As another guy saw this he attempted to run but was quickly grabbed by the giant who bit off his nose and then ripped out his throat. The giant took his axe and chased the others down, hacking them to pieces. He returned to the guy who had gotten pissed on and pushed him to the ground. The giant called to his daughter and had her place her hand down into her throat, she vomitted all over the humilated man. The other men were dismissed to relate to their supperiors what they had seen, and the unfortunate man stayed behind. Covered in mess, he was soiled on by the entire tribe. One of the norseman walked up to him and forcibly removed his lower garments, the priosner knew instantly what was to befall him and fell into a rage, though he was no match for the larger norseman, he was determined to die than to be violated in this way. And with that the norseman left him alone. The man was six feet tall, though no where near the height of the much more taller norseman who attempted to rape him, he none the less rose to his highest stature and challenged all of them. The red bearded giant approached him and the man suspecting death didn't flinch. The large man laughed and his daughter brought a flask, made of human flesh which was filled with water, and proceeded to wash the prisoner clean.

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The man that had had his balls forcibly removed was still alive. And the giant took him over to a raging fire. Heating the kilin till it glowed, he through the man on it who began to thrash violently. The giant held his boot on the man's chest as he was slowly roasted alive. The giant looked at the former prisoner who looked back at him, with cold dead eyes. The tribes children had been moved through the night by the leader's daughter and another girl. Following them were a few of the younger teen norseman. The older ones stayed behind. As the prisoner stood amongst them, the giant finished consuming one of the former prisoner's country men. The prisoner stood before him and looked into his eyes for a reason for all this, insanity. The norseman showed him a black stone and told him to hold it. The man understood and took the stone into his hands. It was essentially a memory stone, which was only activated when the owner of it was about to die. In the distance a storm approached. As it grew closer and closer, the former prisoner was able to see objects falling from it. It was his escaped country men. The storm seemed unnatural, almost alive, and thus it was. For at its center stood what seemed to be a man levitating in mid air. In his hand he held a hammer and upon the norseman, he exacted a heavy bane. The stranger watched as the norseman franctically fell upon the god, then, they fell to the earth defeated. The giant man who destroyed so many of his kind, fell upon the god and was able to momentarily jar the powerful being with blows from his fist. But only momentarily. The god used his hammer and smashed the giant till all that remained was a mass of quivering flesh. The stranger mind was flooded with knowledge and images, he knew what stood before him and why he was chosen. The norseman was being tracked due to their blood line, and the father of the tribe, the tall man,hoped that the inclusion of another blood line would null the god's ability to follow them. His daughter was intended to be his wife and in time, their blood lines would cross with the other children. The stones of the parents were already given to children so, that the memories of all would be passed on forever.

As the new leader made his way towards the younger ones, in the distance the storm receeded, signaling that all those behind him, was no more. Finding his new wife building a fire for the younger ones, he pulled her away from the fire pit and lifted up her gown, she looked up at him and recognized the eyes of knowing. He plunged into her with such speed and verocity one would imagine he would be done quickly. But, he lasted the entire life of the fire before him, which had died and become embers before he felt a rush of strength leave his body. He collapsed into his wife's arms sobbing. The others watched intently and he rose addressing them. Speaking in their norse speech, he told them that the old ways would have to end, and they would have to rely upon other food sources than the canabilistic practices of their parents.

Early the next day, he came upon one of the older boys having his way with a girl of union(relatively young but old enough to have children). And told the others that as soon as a girl saw her nature, and the boys could produce seed, they would be paired so the tribe could be rebuilt. On the plains, he found various smaller animals which he brought back to their camp and proceeded to prepare. Even though there wasn't much to eat, he found such a large number of smaller animals, that once properly prepared, every one was well fed. Using their waste and the remnants of their family members remains. He processed the ground until they could grow modest crops. Seeds of wheat and barley was stuck to his clothing and the clothing of his dead country men, and with this, they made a new start. Though fires made of waste had to be lit constantly around the crops to keep them alive in the cold temperatures, they always came to season. As did the six babies born in the first year. His wife was only two weeks away from giving birth and attempted to get pregnant by his hands again. As she rode him to climax, she urged him to try his hand with some of the other girls, since there was only twelve boys and thirty six girls, and of the twelve boys, only eight was producing seed. Of the six children born, two were girls which brought the total number of females to 39, including his wife. One of his wife's half sisters had flowing red hair and hazel eyes came forward. She had seen her nature for three years now. She though untouched, understood the need to become a mighty tribe, and allowed the stranger,who carried the memories of her father and all the fathers before him, to sully her nature. A year later, the stranger's wife had produced a girl whence before she had a boy, and her sister, produced twins, both of them boys.