Quence
Gay man
- Joined
- May 13, 2020
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BEGONE evil daemon! I will NOT sit at the Altar of Medical Malpractice Mephistopheles!!!you should vax yourself, like your lord and saviour dr fauci.
BEGONE evil daemon! I will NOT sit at the Altar of Medical Malpractice Mephistopheles!!!you should vax yourself, like your lord and saviour dr fauci.
BEGONE evil daemon! I will NOT sit at the Altar of Medical Malpractice Mephistopheles!!!
im trying a different approach to writing this one. instead of just sitting down and shitting it all out as i think of it, im laying out a plot first.@lurk This is a good start.
Many billions of miles away, a star explodes. the supernova unleashes and unleashes countless high energy particles that shoot out across the cosmos. one of these particles travels through the cold dark void of space for an untold amount of time until suddenly it collides with an oxygen molecule and shatters into other particles, they collide with more molecules showering down on the planet below. one of these passes through a silicon chip and changes a single zero into a one.
deep within the research facility, a large glass vat begins to drain its contents of sickly green fluid, slowly revealing something else within. a solid tan dome splotched with brown breaks through the liquids surface with only a few strands of dark, limp hair sticking to it. a face emerges, wrinkled and malformed with several dangling protrusions. shoulders and chest emerge, veiny half-formed flesh wrapped around writhing guts. gangly arms dangle from its shoulders and end in hideous fleshy clubs with three gnarled fingers at the end. its barrel-like belly overshadowed its misshapen hips. veiny flesh hugged bony hips and a small, dangling, slimy tentacle hung between its stringy, scrawny legs. the glass in front of it slid open and the gross monstrosity attempted to step forward, one a meaty clubbed foot and the other a duck-like webbed slipper. it fell from the short dais containing a single label: "failed experiment: project @Quence ."
You seem happy to have another abbo cock up your ass
dont have to say it over and over agian, we all know you hate appleI hate apple
A satellite antenna up the anus it isI think quence and his purse should get snagged on the Internationsal Space Station as they fly past each other
oooh have him get impaled on an antenna
rectally ofc
You're not going to get good reception.A satellite antenna up the anus it is
reception there would be... shit.You're not going to get good reception.
reception there would be... shit.
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I'm not laughing.reception there would be... sh*t.
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i dont care.I'm not laughing.
I've changed my mind. Please, for the love of all teachers who have to read the writing assignments of 9 year olds, DO KEEP STEALING WRITTEN CONTENT FROM OTHER PEOPLE.@Quence found himself floating aimlessly through space naked, with an anus gaping wide after being dominated by @Scumhook 's massive . He tried to position himself to control his orbit in space, but it was no use. Suddenly in the distance, @Quence saw a giant satellite with about 20 antennas directly ahead of him, and he started to flail his arms wildly in an attempt to dodge the massive object. Quence floated his fat stomach towards the metal pole and shrieked as one of the metal poles pierced his rectum 20 inches deep, leaving the metal pole covered in shit, blood, and cum. Quence wiggled around but it was no use as he was now in space with an object stuck up his ass and every movement he made seemed to dig the metal pole deeper and deeper into his anus. As he pouted to himself on how a lovely woman could end up in such a dire situation, he spotted his purse also attached to another metal pole about 20 feet away. The strap from his purse had been caught on the satellite, which was the only thing keeping it from floating aimlessly away into the massive depths of space. Looking up into the atmosphere, it appeared that several meteors were now heading right for the satellite , within minutes away and ready to crush quence and his purse unless something could be done. Would @Quence and purse survive such a dire predicament?
Ur just butthurt you got scummys inside of youI've changed my mind. Please, for the love of all teachers who have to read the writing assignments of 9 year olds, DO KEEP STEALING WRITTEN CONTENT FROM OTHER PEOPLE.
In other words, your writing is so abysmal and your lack of talent is so pronounced that ANYTHING is better than having to read the awful pablum your inferior mind has haphazardly slapped together.
I don't like it.so far, i have 4 characters to fill in, taking names. already have roles for @minty @Raddy @TinFoilHatGuy @Call Me Tim and @Scumhook and of course the "star attraction" @Quence
ive recovered from far worse than your angry keyboard tapping.I don't like it.
First Warning: STOP before you do something you will NEVER recover from!!
D/N/T me!ive recovered from far worse than your angry keyboard tapping.
You are the scrawny chump in the glasses and this is what happens when you earn your way onto my Sh*t List!ive recovered from far worse than your angry keyboard tapping.
that's right, just keep typing angrily at the screen like the good social justice warrior that you are.You are the scrawny chump in the glasses and this is what happens when you earn your way onto my Sh*t List!
that's right, just keep typing angrily at the screen like the good social justice warrior that you are.
You're just mad you secretly enjoy @Scumhook's because you're not a woman, you're a fat gay man in his 50s.
Cosmic Snake retrieves Likeicare's long lost foreskin from the middle east, eventually riding kangaroos to deliver itAny ideas from the forum or any of you would be appreciated
quality fiction, rape/10.View attachment 51996
@Scumhook hummed along to the tune of the radio as he continued to drive all over St. Louis looking at the landscape while the sun started to shine through the rain clouds overhead. Suddenly, he heard some beautiful music coming from a nearby gym while screeching his 2022 Stingray to a halt and spotted and bunch of women in tight yoga pants being taught by @.umk who was the Pilates instructor, sporting a bulky figure and thick dark beard. @Scumhook got out of the car, walking naked with his erect into the room, while borrowing a yoga mat and sitting down in the back row and putting on a sweat band underneath his top hat. The ladies at first looked shocked to see a naked man in the room with them, but then quickly became aroused and moist as they were starstruck by his enormous tanned and muscled figure. "Alright ladies, let's get to it", said @.umk as he switched on the overhead speaker. Back in space, @Quence started to faintly hear music blaring from the satellite which had impaled his anus, as Soul Man started to blast out a wonderful musical beat. @Scumhook began his workout as he stepped in time to the beat and singing to the music as the ladies in front him continued their group workout in tune to the beat. Every one of the women were so impressed, that each one of their yoga pants became soaked as they continued to step off and on their workout benches at the command of @.umk . @Scumhook 's powerful thighs stepped onto the workout bench with physique and strength for nearly 45 minutes until he couldn't handle his energy anymore with his ready to explode. He immediately went around the room and dominated every as the women tore off their yoga pants, wanting so vigorously to be taken by this beautiful and stunning man who looked like he came straight from the Australian outback. @.umk sat there in shock as he watched this whole ordeal until @Scumhook had finished and left the women arranged neatly in a pile in the center of the room. As scummy hit the showers and walked out of the room naked, he grinned at @.umk who was impressed at @Scumhook 's enormous chest and arms that looked like they could easily bench press 675 pounds, while telling him, "Thank you for coming". @Scumhook hopped back into his 2022 stingray and blared up the radio to the tune of Blue Oyster Cult as he put on sunglasses and roared down the highway in search of more fun to be had.