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Hark, it was a false awakening, soon there is a giant dinosaur penis outside your window and you know what you must do, you must run to Thailand, where the fish smells, and the toilets overflow, all while attempting to evade the brutal sodomy of the sausage.Quote:
Originally Posted by Led
But you are still a river otter.
...WITH A FRICKIN LAZER BEAM ATTACHED TO YOUR HEAD!
You wake from your river otter dream, and find that the giant dinasour penis is raping your ass in a brothel in Thailand where you just ate some smelly fish from the toilet. you realize you must then go Minesota with your aching anus to fart some fish gas on your ex-wife who left you for another bastard.
BUT YOU ARE STILL A RIVER OTTER
But no, your exgirlfriend actually knocked you out out of anger from farting fish gas from Thailand on her face. And fish gas from Thailand is the worst. You slowly wake from your river otter dream and attempt to explain why your anus is stretched to the circumfrence of that of an oil truck. Unfortunately, your ex does not buy the "Sodomized by a dinasour" story.
right and if the but rapage part was true... GASP! you realize you are a rivver otter. also you have a frickin lazer beam attached to your head. YOu set out on a mission to get revenge on that dinasour
The laser beam aims the wrong way and burns off your testicles, When you get revenge and slice the dinasour for dinner, you wake to find that you as a river otter are actually inside the belly of the dinasour that raped your ass.
No peples, continue the story!
Its unfolding quite nicely I think.
someone? anyone??? look 2 posts up and continue.
Your high school guidance counselor happens to be looking for farm animals to rape right by the dinosaur. He finds out that you are a river otter, so he walks toward the dinosaur in his white tank top with grease stains and rips you out of the dinosaur's stomach and beats your ass with a belt for being nothing but a river otter, which just isn't good enough for him. He turns you into a pig. When he sees you in pig form, he gets horny and starts chasing you.Quote:
Originally Posted by bro
The sexual predator guidance counselor catches up to you (in pig form). Luckily you still have a bit of that fish gas from Thailand ready to fire from your rectum, soon you've disabled the horny guidance counselor's horniness with your potent respulsive gas that smells like a mix of dead skunk, onions, shit and vomit. He runs like hell, and now the tables have turned. You turn your rectal cannon toward this grease-stained tank-top pedophile, and fire a few shells, while the dinasour is again behind you with his torn open stomach, limping, trying to again rape your ass, all 3 of you begin to feel the forces of a mini black hole suddenly created by the potent fish gas from Thailand, since even the fabric of the universe could not hold up in the face of such gas...Quote:
Originally Posted by Universal
But then you wake to see you are a river otter. you burn the door with your lazer and go to thailand, where you eat a mashroom that makes you think you are a dolphin.
So now you are a river otter in Thailand who ate a mushroom from Thailand, which made you think you are a dolphin. You, in your tripping state run through the streets of bangkok butt naked making sounds you beleive to be that of a dolphim, to the capital building. There you run into officials that say "Sorry, no river otters alowed. Soon you throw a fit into your mix of river otter and dolphin gibberish and yell about the things that happened to you because of Thailand. You mention the rotten fish gas, being knocked out by your ex, foul toilet food, a Tawainese dinasour that came to America just to chase you to Thailand, whilst attempting to rape your ass. The brothel you woke up in getting violated by strange men uttering horrific sounds, whilst lowering their talking horse "Jim" onto you because he said "I need some lovin'", being chased by a pedophile guidance counselor so desperate to go where the giant dinasasor penis had gone.
You leave muttering "I'll find some better toilet food somewhere else"... and enter your new quest...
YOU may choose one of three quests:
A) you must find the holy grail
B) You must go to China and/or Japan to learn the ways of Kung Pow
C) you must go to a Whitecastle
<div align="center">D) (special bonus quest) find the sword of a thousand truths
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Our main character decides to go to China to learn the ways of Kung Pow. Our Dolphin wannabee travels to Beijing where the best Kung Pow sauce is manufactered. Kung Pow is also a martial art, closely related to that of Kung Pow chinken sauce. You become an apprentice at a local chicken stand(?) and serve many small men and ladies, who say things like "Wang Tikabowtikabowwow, Hadji bong bazooi" and then look at you as if expecting something. You then yell "Kung Pow Bowiwow" and shoot Kung Pow sauce from your finger at the expectant asian man, and soon rocket into the air with your Kung Pow power from your finger acting as your rocket, you, the River otter, Dolphi wannabee, stoned with a mushroom, flying through the air by force of Kung Pow sauce, decide, it is now time to complete the second part of your quest, "Operation White Castle". You do a few calcultations whilst shooting Kung Pow chicken sauce from your finger alternating fingers to write on a cliboard and flying through the air to White Castle, where the toilet food is supposedly delicious, in fac, the most delicious among toilets. To his amazment friends, his calculations say he has only enough Kung Pow "BazooiDingdangdinglyboingdileedoing" to fly for 3 more miles...not nearly enough to get to white castle...It appears our friend has encountered an obstacle...to be continued
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:) smiley says continue the story biatch
The thread died
Get over it
And stop double, triple, whateverle posting.
Why should it bother you? :content:
Mostly because it's annoying.Quote:
Originally Posted by bro
But then suddenly, from out of nowhere (Though according to scientists, everything must come from somewhere. I say chalk another one up to quantum.) a large duck with an American flag tattooed across it's wings swoops under you, letting you alight upon it's back. It asks, "You come from back 'ere?" It seems pretty obvious to you that this character must be high on something, because obviously animals don't talk. So you proceed to relate this to the duck, the words flowing from your river otter's mouth with the fluent speech of dolphins. "Buzz, click, biizzit, cluzzuk, click, brreep!" The duck shrugs, as much as a duck can shrug, then, slowly flapping it's impossibly large (For a duck, that is. On, say, a condor, they would be possibly even a bit on the smallish side. But this was a duck.) wings, began to descend, to land heavily atop a rocky atoll just off the coast of Madagascar. To be continued...Quote:
Originally Posted by bro
How'd I do?
Very nice man of steel, you revived the thread, it was dead :( , but then I adopted it as my own son, and attempted to raise it, since I became attached, you assisted very nicely, and determined a good fate for our main character. Keep it up, onto madagascar!Quote:
Originally Posted by Man
Why thank you, bro. This may be a bit long, I'm afraid I got carried away...
So our river otter, who is at this point beginning to question just whether or not he really is a dolphin, or even really is at all (Theologists like to say that we don't really exist at all, we are all just characters in some great overseer's dreams. I'm calling quantum again.), is standing on a rocky atoll just off the coast of Madagascar. By now, the duck has fled, flapping his strangely tattooed wings, their primary feathers beating an unsteady rhythm in the still, hot air. What to do now, the otter thinks, at the same time thinking, Hold up, can otters think? This could grow to be a serious problem with our otters state of mind. But enough time spent here.
Our view changes, rotating nearly halfway around the globe, to zoom in inconspicuously on a small neighborhood on the outskirts of a small town in the state of Georgia, not far from the Alabama line. If one looks closely, one can see a certain small ant scurrying as quickly as is possible (for an ant) up a certain post of a certain chain-link fence in a certain backyard. If one could see what this ant is thinking, one's head would be filled with thoughts much like this: Food, food, food! Sex, sex, sex! Food food, food! Run, run, run! Food, food!
Fortunately for us, this ant has no bearing whatsoever on our tale. Instead, the view zooms slowly in on an attic window in the third house down the left-hand street. In this window displayed most prominently, is a curtain, a rather nice one with flowers on. But the curtain is not related to our story either. No, it is the little girl laying in her soft, cushy bed with the princess sheets on, behind the curtain that is what our view focuses on. This little girl, though seemingly rather small in the overall scale of things, has been the object of our story all along.
For it is she who has dreamed of the river otter, dreamed of the terrible, terrible T-rex that has done such unmentionable things, has dreamed of the dolphin, of the farting. It is all but a dream in the unfathomable depths of her young imagination.
Just a dream, you say? All that, and it was just a dream? Perhaps I misspoke. Not JUST a dream. for this girl is very special. She continues her dream each night, the same characters, on their continuing journey. Each night, she is more and more immersed in her dreams. Soon, they will become reality. Already, if one happened to be watching a certain small rocky atoll off of Madagascar, as we were just a moment ago, a large river otter could be seen, standing upright, clicking and brreeping much as a dolphin would, looking around rather disconcertedly.
And then... Her eyes blink. She has woken up. If we were still hovering over the atoll, we would notice the river otter slowly fading into the mist, vanishing into nothingness, as the girl becomes conscious of her wakefulness. She slowly gets out of bed, standing, stretching, going to the window to look sleepily out at the world, wondering why she is thinking in clicks and buzzes.
To be continued...
Wow, Man Of Steel, that was incredible, honestly :wink: I am enjoying this, keep it up, it's a good read so far (I don't know about mine heh :content: )
As we know, all of the events mentioned earlier occured in our tiny lady's dream. Yet, as stated earlier, the ending potion of the dream began to come into existence. As the small girl dreampt, the river otters silhoute could be seen in the sunset, spewing Kung Pow sauce from every abyss in his body. This became a major attraction, because when the little girl got up in the morning from this epic dream, now, on hold with the river otter currently satisfied on the atoll, to have her toilet food, the river otter would fade into the morning fog. He existed at night and only left a small puddle of Kung Pow by day. And behold, a whole boom town now formed around this River Otter, because he made the ground rich with sauce... Our focus now shifts to the small girl for there is nothing left ot say about the river otter, he is in his final destination. She shall be called, "Mildred", and soon she discovered the skill of lucid dreaming. She was so amazed by this, she wondered why she had not learned it sooner. But the unthinkable was about to happen. She turned on the T.V, and there, saw a special on animal planet how a river otter making otter sounds has made the ground rich with kung pow. Reportedly, there was evidence of rape on the river otters butthole, when inspected closely, but that is for later discussion. This shocked Mildred. She realized she must have somehow breached the reality/dream continuim and gained godlike power. The first thing she thought of was her childhood dream to have a unicorn. She thought the prayer "God, I want a unicorn" was a little lame, so instead she said "God, I want it to have horns". God misheard this for "God, I want to be a hemohroid forever" and granted her this wish instead. Immediately she sprouted green blue and red bloody veins and her skin turned to that of the mucus membrane of the inside of a rectum. This became irreversible, and although she retained her lucid/godlike powers, she could never transform her body again. We will now go more in depth in Mildred's life.
So, now we know she is a walking hemoroid with incredible powers. The parents had a hard time looking at her face and called her "you fucking little shit". They decide to enroll their horrific daughter in a local "special" school for priveledged children since they felt she might have the tiniest bit of ability to progress. They felt she might became a "lady of the high life" They however had no idea about her powers. They soon realized however, that fellow children are not friendly to walking hemorhoids. She instantly became the target for torment, and in every class was taunted with the name "Rectal Face" This made her cry, and soon she began to think about what she could do. She was reluctant to use her newfound powers, because she was afraid of what might happen, yet soon she realized it was necessary. However, this was necessary to do in an indirect way. She did not want to make her peers think she was any wierder than she already was. (Soon this thought was disregarded).
She resolved to assemble her dream characters, the tatooed duck, the Kung Pow river otter, the talking horse named "Jim" that "needed some lovin'", the ass raping T-rex, the ass raping guidance counselor, the small asian man that says "Wang Tikabow wow bowiwow jang" and get their assistance. She somehow managed to summon them to the classroom. On the 5th yell of "Mildred, Mildred icky disgrace....., anus, fecal, hemorhoid face", our main character Mildred's army of animals and rapists, tiny asian men, and dinasours appeared in the class just like that, from our girl's dream to reality. They (Mildred's army) all smiled at each other and knew that they would wreak hell on these high class, intestinal tract hating, bullies. she and her army now knew that they would perform a major anal rape on the school (so to speak)...
Note: :::The butt rape, biting, shitting, "bang tikabowwow jang asian man powAAHH!", pecking, Kung Pow projectiles, enormous penis violation, and fluent dolphin "Bing bazoik, plop ticky bits tllahhh" that ensued was of epic proportions:::
Still a slight bit upset about her new appearence, Mildred ends this scene with "Nobody calls me a hemorhoid, and I'll get all the toilet food I want bitches!"
Cut::: Action movie theme song::: ::: fade out on rape #17 in the corner:::
to be continued...