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"Why do you even like that book so much? You're not much of the literary giant. Are you just into the sleaze?" Luigi knew the answer.
"Okee dokee!"
Luigi just stared. "I'm not happy anymore but what am I supposed to do? What can I do? I'm not going to lie, if it weren't for the fucking I would be out of here." He was speaking the truth as far as he knew it. He could tell the same was true from Mario's point of view too.
"Nintendo!" Mario stood from the chair and walked over to the table. He was wearing the egyptian cotton robe that he always wore after his showers. Luigi had made Mario take showers after coming home from his work at the slaughter house. After one particularly rough session of Rockin' the Suburbs a slab of chuck roast ended up on the bed and Luigi became sick.
“Look, Mario. I’m not even sure why we’re doing this anymore. Are you happy?â€
“Yipee!†He couldn’t take his eyes off of Luigi’s neck. He was wearing the cream Zegna shirt that he had gotten him when they went shopping in Chicago. The collar rested comfortably without being tight and without being too casual. He always looked comfortable. That was something that attracted Mario in the first place. That and they were brothers. He knew that it was an inappropriate time right now considering the gravity of the conversation but he couldn’t help but want to place has arms around that smooth neck and press his lips firmly to Luigi’s. Their mustaches brushing against each other and making that soft bristle noise as they passed over each other.
“I know that we haven’t had that spark for years now. I was hoping that we were just getting into a stage where we were comfortable,†there was the word aloud, it sounded so different in the air, “but it’s getting stale, it doesn’t feel good anymore.â€
“So long, Bowser!†Mario just stood there with his hands in the pockets of his robe and Luigi stared at him. Mario was trying to read him. Was he upset or was he trying to fix things between them. At that moment he noticed the fabric on his thighs.
Mario let the robe drop to the floor.
“Are you kidding me, Mario? Are you kidding me?†Luigi swept his arm across the top of the table. The glass went smashing onto the wall and the bowl of chili hit Mario below his belly button. The pyrex bowl landed on the floor but did not shatter. The chili which was merely warm oozed down Mario’s belly and over his exposed genitals mixing with hair.
“Let’s go!†He could feel bits of ground beef on the inside of his right thigh slowly making their way towards his knees. He didn’t know how to react. He turned and walked into the kitchen bathroom.
Luigi had gone into the cupboard to get a broom and stared to sweep the broken glass from the kitchen floor. Was that justified? His anger was so uncontrollable these days. Anything that Mario did was intolerable. If it had been three years ago he would have been happily eating that chili where it lay. He would have been more than happy but tonight he was more concerned about what he would have for the rest of dinner.
In the bathroom Mario just stared into the mirror at himself. What had gone wrong? It had been a quite some time when he and Luigi were forced to do things that were fun instead of just enjoying each others… company. Had it really been so long? It couldn’t have been more than a few months when going on a skiing trip was just as much fun as going to some cheap hotel for the weekend with pay-per-view and room service.
He returned his focus on the chili which was making it’s way towards the floor at this point. He began to rub the chili into his belly button. He enjoyed not only the feel of it but also the smell. He looked over to the toilet.
The kitchen bathroom hadn’t been cleaned in months. He and Luigi never had company over and they always used the bathroom in the bedroom which was pristine. But this. This bathroom was filthy. There was obvious dust on the toilet cover. He lifted the seat and there were visible rust and urine stains on the underneath of it. He began to relieve himself, naked, with chili caressed into his matted pubic hair.
When he was done he noticed that the water was now very dark yellow with lots of froth on top. He knelt down and grasped the underside of the lid with both hands and looked intently at one of the orange, crusted stains of old urine.
He pressed his tongue firmly against the stains. It tasted oddly sweet at first then became sour. He then moved to the lip of the toilet and even though his eyes were tightly shut he could feel the dust and hair collecting at the edge of his tongue. He could also feel the warmth of his new urine coming from just inches from his face.
"Okee dokee!"
Luigi just stared. "I'm not happy anymore but what am I supposed to do? What can I do? I'm not going to lie, if it weren't for the fucking I would be out of here." He was speaking the truth as far as he knew it. He could tell the same was true from Mario's point of view too.
"Nintendo!" Mario stood from the chair and walked over to the table. He was wearing the egyptian cotton robe that he always wore after his showers. Luigi had made Mario take showers after coming home from his work at the slaughter house. After one particularly rough session of Rockin' the Suburbs a slab of chuck roast ended up on the bed and Luigi became sick.
“Look, Mario. I’m not even sure why we’re doing this anymore. Are you happy?â€
“Yipee!†He couldn’t take his eyes off of Luigi’s neck. He was wearing the cream Zegna shirt that he had gotten him when they went shopping in Chicago. The collar rested comfortably without being tight and without being too casual. He always looked comfortable. That was something that attracted Mario in the first place. That and they were brothers. He knew that it was an inappropriate time right now considering the gravity of the conversation but he couldn’t help but want to place has arms around that smooth neck and press his lips firmly to Luigi’s. Their mustaches brushing against each other and making that soft bristle noise as they passed over each other.
“I know that we haven’t had that spark for years now. I was hoping that we were just getting into a stage where we were comfortable,†there was the word aloud, it sounded so different in the air, “but it’s getting stale, it doesn’t feel good anymore.â€
“So long, Bowser!†Mario just stood there with his hands in the pockets of his robe and Luigi stared at him. Mario was trying to read him. Was he upset or was he trying to fix things between them. At that moment he noticed the fabric on his thighs.
Mario let the robe drop to the floor.
“Are you kidding me, Mario? Are you kidding me?†Luigi swept his arm across the top of the table. The glass went smashing onto the wall and the bowl of chili hit Mario below his belly button. The pyrex bowl landed on the floor but did not shatter. The chili which was merely warm oozed down Mario’s belly and over his exposed genitals mixing with hair.
“Let’s go!†He could feel bits of ground beef on the inside of his right thigh slowly making their way towards his knees. He didn’t know how to react. He turned and walked into the kitchen bathroom.
Luigi had gone into the cupboard to get a broom and stared to sweep the broken glass from the kitchen floor. Was that justified? His anger was so uncontrollable these days. Anything that Mario did was intolerable. If it had been three years ago he would have been happily eating that chili where it lay. He would have been more than happy but tonight he was more concerned about what he would have for the rest of dinner.
In the bathroom Mario just stared into the mirror at himself. What had gone wrong? It had been a quite some time when he and Luigi were forced to do things that were fun instead of just enjoying each others… company. Had it really been so long? It couldn’t have been more than a few months when going on a skiing trip was just as much fun as going to some cheap hotel for the weekend with pay-per-view and room service.
He returned his focus on the chili which was making it’s way towards the floor at this point. He began to rub the chili into his belly button. He enjoyed not only the feel of it but also the smell. He looked over to the toilet.
The kitchen bathroom hadn’t been cleaned in months. He and Luigi never had company over and they always used the bathroom in the bedroom which was pristine. But this. This bathroom was filthy. There was obvious dust on the toilet cover. He lifted the seat and there were visible rust and urine stains on the underneath of it. He began to relieve himself, naked, with chili caressed into his matted pubic hair.
When he was done he noticed that the water was now very dark yellow with lots of froth on top. He knelt down and grasped the underside of the lid with both hands and looked intently at one of the orange, crusted stains of old urine.
He pressed his tongue firmly against the stains. It tasted oddly sweet at first then became sour. He then moved to the lip of the toilet and even though his eyes were tightly shut he could feel the dust and hair collecting at the edge of his tongue. He could also feel the warmth of his new urine coming from just inches from his face.
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I concur.
Unfortunately there's no fanfic allowed in the Writer's Block.
Oh wait really? Where should I put fanfic?
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Also, can we make this a bad fanfiction thread? Oh, pretty please....
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I think that is a GREAT idea. bad fanfiction to the rescue!
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Just a zany story about two zany friends doing zany things! Enjoy!
Ryan sat at his desk in the little Sausalito offices. The glow of the monitor illuminated his face as he searched the internet for the latest in sports drink technology. He wasn’t particularly excited at the moment just content to be working at a place with good people and good friends. He yawned gently as he struggled to find anything interesting.
Jeff sat next to him in his Herman Miller Aeron Chair. He thought it was comfortable but was really happy with the clean design. At this moment a sudden pang of hunger struck him. He looked around the room.
“We really need a refrigerator down here, yo!” he said in his half mocking, half revering tone. “I’m like starving, dawg!”
“Do you want to just order some pizza or something?” Ryan asked knowing what the answer would be.
“Nah, man we had pizza yesterday. What about that In & Out Burger? You know they got some tasty burgers.”
“Yeah… but I’m not really in the mood for burgers either.”
“Geez, I’m just starving though!” Jeff blurted.
Ryan stared at Jeff. He didn’t know how to sate his friend’s hunger. They’d have these discussions every day and his friend’s picky eating habits were starting to get on his nerves. He decided that he would have to do something a little more forward in order to get the situation under control.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The dark was soothing and seemingly cooled his warm body. In a calm voice he spoke clearly, “Jeff, if you want something to eat. Eat me.”
“Ha! Dude, no seriously, I’m hungry!” Jeff responded.
With his eyes still closed and breathing slowly Ryan raised his voice slightly, “Jeff I don’t want to hear you talking about food anymore. Just eat me. Just fucking eat me.” He drew a large serrated knife from his desk drawer. The long leather wrapped handle was heavy but the balance of the knife was perfectly centered on its hilt.
“Dude! What are you do…”
Before Jeff could finish Ryan plunged the knife with both hands into his abdomen. The sound was dull and moist. Ryan could hear this sickening thud even before he felt the pain. It shot from the wound towards his back and then into his neck. It was excruciating. Warm blood poured down his shirt and dribbled onto the floor. He struggled with the knife to open the wound.
Jeff was stunned. His eyes were impossibly wide and he was listening to the blood pour out of Ryan’s abdomen.
With the knife firmly in his belly he moved both his hands into a palm upward grasp and started sawing the teeth of the blade into his flesh. It was not a smooth motion. The ragged knife cut and tore his fat and the blood was freely flowing onto his hands and pooling onto the carpet.
As Ryan opened the wound up Jeff watched as the yellowish glistening pieces of fat fell to the floor. The rapid pulling thrusts of the knife in flesh sounded like someone was slowly beating an egg. The smell of exposed fat was like that of a freshly opened jar of mayonnaise. When Ryan had torn through about half a foot of his own body he let go of the knife and left it sticking in the bottom of the open wound.
At this point the odor hit Jeff and he realized that Ryan had been screaming. It was a low bellowing noise interrupted with gurgling gasps and brief cries.
Ryan then grasped the edges of his exposed innards and dug his fingers into the subcutaneous fat. He started to pull himself open. His own flesh was warm and slick so he had to bury his hands deeper to get a better hold.
As Ryan tore frantically tore into his own body Jeff could now see the red ragged fibers of muscle as Ryan’s fingers ripped into them. They twitched in concert with Ryans screams and sickened him.
He had opened a hole in his belly enough to expose his abdominal muscles and the fascia intertwined in them. His fingers couldn’t pierce through this barrier though. He pulled the knife that was already buried above his groin and started to saw through the muscle. Because of the large serrations of the knife he had to tug violently to rip through the fascia.
Jeff watched in silence, not realizing that he had held his breath throughout the entire ordeal. Then an even more horrifying vision befell him. Ryan had stopped making human screaming noises and was now just grunting between frantic knife jabs but through the blood and torn flesh Jeff could clearly see loops of bowel starting protrude out of his friend.
Ryan fell to his knees and the sudden impact caused his intestines to pour through the wound. He hadn’t stopped tearing with the knife and pierced through the walls of his small bowel. The spasms of his intestines caused fluid stool to mix with the blood pouring out of Ryan and it smelled like a freshly butchered deer.
The smell was so strong that Jeff’s stomach cramped and he too fell to the floor in front of his eviscerated friend.
At this Ryan whimpered in weakened, breathless gasps but not stopping his disembowelment, “Fucking eat me, dude. Eat that shit.”
Jeff, dazed with horror, grabbed one of Ryan’s torn bowel loops. It convulsed to his touch and was slippery to hold. As he held Ryan’s intestines he could feel the powerful contractions go from one side of his hand to another. He was shocked at this and almost dropped it. The mix of fecal fluids and blood ran down his arms in pulpy threads.
Ryan stared at Jeff. The only noise coming from Ryan’s mouth now was of an impossibly long and low gutteral exhalation.
Jeff tugged on Ryan’s bowels in order to further free them.
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Man I'm afraid to read this after skim-reading it. I think you want [some other site]
EDIT: Hahaha oh shit that's a real site!
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1. The series from "Oh No! Not another FFVII Page!". It had some bullshit pairings and brought Aerith from the dead, but it was still a good read and without fucking up any of the characters. The one shot stories from that same author were pretty much crap though.
2. Another FFVII fanfic (forgot the title) where Aerith gets poisoned by a monster, and there's only one antidote left. Tifa gives it to Aerith, even though she also got poisoned without anyone knowing. It was a race for time fic that had a decent amount of drama to it.
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Urge to be an asshole... rising... must resist.
What the christ.
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We have an entire section dedicated to writing.
Most of us would only be interested in writing fanfication that was an abomination to God and Shakespeare.
Haha, oh now that's not true is it?
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I didn't even think of that. I was trying to twist on fanfiction.net. Is that still around? I had some daft shit on there.
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Oh good lord.
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Hey remember the anit-rotica thread.
That is about what I would imagine a fanfic subforum around here would be