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[WaterOre]

Galactic Hilly Razor Wars A Science Fiction Plot by WaterOre XXIV A long, long time ago in a hilly, hilly galaxy... After leaving the ripped planet Xenu, a group of trolls fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into an urban, space church. Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Evilman McBadguy, a dirty imp capable of jaywalking and even mutilation. Terrified, a wobbly wizard known as Stan Stanminson flees the Empire, with his protector, Amber Slizkowitz. They head for Sidney on the planet Gliese 581 c. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Slizkowitz uses her hilly razor to defend Stan. Slizkowitz and Wizard Stan decide it's time to leave Gliese 581 c and steal an office chair to shoot their way out. They encounter a tribe of people. Slizkowitz is attacked and the wizard is captured by the people and taken back to Sidney. Slizkowitz must fight to save Wizard Stan but when she accidentally unearths a simple guillotine, the entire future of the hilly, ripped galaxy is at stake.

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Urban America
A Short Story
by ron
Jacob Whittleton had always loved urban America with its handsome, happy houses. It was a place where he felt angry.

He was a hateful, cowardly, freedom drinker with muscular legs and brawny heads. His friends saw him as a panicky, perfect patriot. Once, he had even revived a dying, American people. That's the sort of man he was.

Jacob walked over to the window and reflected on his dangerous surroundings. The overcast teased like firing dogs.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Barack Obama. Barack was a malicious evil bastard with hung legs and ripped heads.

Jacob gulped. He was not prepared for Barack.

As Jacob stepped outside and Barack came closer, he could see the important glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want his freedom," Barack bellowed, in a popular tone. He slammed his fist against Jacob's chest, with the force of 5852 birds. "I frigging hate you, Jacob Whittleton."

Jacob looked back, even more and still fingering the deadly AR-15. "Barack, come and take them," he replied.

They looked at each other with vengeful feelings, like two crispy, cheerful cats dying at a very evil Battle of D.C., which had rock music playing in the background and two hungry uncles screaming to the beat.

Suddenly, Barack lunged forward and tried to punch Jacob in the face. Quickly, Jacob grabbed the deadly AR-15 and brought it down on Barack's skull.

Barack's hung legs trembled and his ripped heads wobbled. He looked desperate, his body raw like a decomposing, dangerous deffolade.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Barack Obama was dead.

Jacob Whittleton went back inside and made himself a nice drink of freedom.

THE END

[Swholli]

Dirty Detroit
A Short Story
by Jimmy
Jimmy Mcrooster looked at the hard-boiled duck in his hands and felt grumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his disgusting surroundings. He had always hated dirty Detroit with its happy, harsh homoloveuals. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dimmy Mcrichard. Dimmy was an obnoxious love worker with disgusting man-part and fat lady-part.

Jimmy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a mean, richardish, wine drinker with fat man-part and greasy lady-part. His friends saw him as a shiny, smoked squid. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a charming baby dinosaur.

But not even a mean person who had once jumped into a river and saved a charming baby dinosaur, was prepared for what Dimmy had in store today.

The snow flurried like fracking cats, making Jimmy dirty.

As Jimmy stepped outside and Dimmy came closer, he could see the warty glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want love," Dimmy bellowed, in a rude tone. He slammed his fist against Jimmy's chest, with the force of 1082 apes. "I frigging love you, Jimmy Mcrooster."

Jimmy looked back, even more dirty and still fingering the hard-boiled duck. "Dimmy, the call is coming from inside the house," he replied.

They looked at each other with dangerous feelings, like two distinct, dripping donkeys coming at a very terrible orgy, which had deathcore music playing in the background and two starfishish uncles fisting to the beat.

Suddenly, Dimmy lunged forward and tried to punch Jimmy in the face. Quickly, Jimmy grabbed the hard-boiled duck and brought it down on Dimmy's skull.

Dimmy's disgusting man-part trembled and his fat lady-part wobbled. He looked bored, his body raw like a great, grubby gameboy.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dimmy Mcrichard was dead.

Jimmy Mcrooster went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.

THE END

[Pngu12970]

MLG QUIKSCOPER was thinking about FaZe richard again. FaZe was a The Bin Turd with Doritos Missing Testicle and MLG Expand Dong.

MLG walked over to the window and reflected on his Aint nobody got time fo dat surroundings. He had always loved Dirty The Bin with its glorious, graceful Garbage. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel trolling.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a The Bin figure of FaZe richard.

MLG gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Rekt, Stupid, Poop drinker with Big Missing Testicle and Fat Expand Dong. His friends saw him as a melodic, miniature MLG DOOD. Once, he had even helped an obnoxious guy im about to noscope cross the road.

But not even a Rekt person who had once helped an obnoxious guy im about to noscope cross the road, was prepared for what FaZe had in store today.

The Raining Poop teased like 360 Noscoping Furry, making MLG FaZe. MLG grabbed a Rekt A bin that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As MLG stepped outside and FaZe came closer, he could see the dull glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want A new pair of pants," FaZe bellowed, in a Morgan Freeman tone. He slammed his fist against MLG's chest, with the force of 1124 Deal With it. "I frigging love you, MLG QUIKSCOPER."

MLG looked back, even more FaZe and still fingering the Rekt A bin. "FaZe, gimme those god damn pants you arse," he replied.

They looked at each other with arse feelings, like two blushing, bright Brony Getting Rekt at a very A broken lol Holiday to the Incinirator, which had Farting Music music playing in the background and two 3MLG5U uncles Leaving the server to the beat.

MLG studied FaZe's Doritos Missing Testicle and MLG Expand Dong. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you A new pair of pants," he explained, in pitying tones.

FaZe looked MLG, his body raw like an afraid, adventurous a spooderman.

MLG could actually hear FaZe's body shatter into 848 pieces. Then the The Bin Turd hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of Poop would calm MLG's nerves tonight.

THE END
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[Ragequit]

Two Patient Uncles Partying to the Beat

A Short Storyby the jews did 9/11

Phillip Mie-Ass looked at the solid record in his hands and felt puzzled.He walked over to the window and reflected on his damp surroundings. He had always loved crowded The Soviet Onion with its ugly, unsteady umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Anita Füq. Anita was a peculiar volcano with pretty fingers and short eyes.Phillip gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a vile, thoughtless, cocoa drinker with brunette fingers and curvy eyes. His friends saw him as a giant, grated gamer. Once, he had even revived a dying, chicken.But not even a vile person who had once revived a dying, chicken, was prepared for what Anita had in store today.The moon shone like thinking toads, making Phillip sneezy.As Phillip stepped outside and Anita came closer, he could see the outstanding glint in her eye."I am here because I want some more Facebook friends," Anita bellowed, in an articulate tone. She slammed her fist against Phillip's chest, with the force of 6837 mice. "I frigging love you, Phillip Mie-Ass."Phillip looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the solid record. "Anita, I've got a new job," he replied.They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two green, good goldfish drinking at a very special bar mitzvah, which had flute music playing in the background and two patient uncles partying to the beat.Suddenly, Anita lunged forward and tried to punch Phillip in the face. Quickly, Phillip grabbed the solid record and brought it down on Anita's skull.Anita's pretty fingers trembled and her short eyes wobbled. She looked sad, her body raw like a burnt, black banana.Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Anita Füq was dead.Phillip Mie-Ass went back inside and made himself a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END 

[shamester]

The Curse Of The Large Map
The Curse of the Large Map
A Horror Story
by 7654
Whilst investigating the death of a local Senpai, a godly Programmer called Badspot Bloggs uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, Large map circulating throughout United States. As soon as anyone uses the map, he or she has exactly 234 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look distorted. A marked person feels like a damp Cat to touch.

Badspot gets hold of the map, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: an evil Dog balancing on a hot Senpai, an old newspaper headline about a programming accident, a hooded giraffe ranting about eyebrows and a drinking well located in a cold place.

When Badspot notices his legs have Cat-like properties, he realises that the curse of the Large map is true and calls in his best friend, a Blocklander called Rotondo , to help.

Rotondo examines the map and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the evil Dog balancing on a hot Senpai particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.

Badspot and Rotondo pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded giraffe. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?

Praise for The Curse of the Large Map

"This is actually pretty scary. I'll never be able to look at another Large map for as long as I live."
- The Daily Tale
"Oh please! There's nothing scary about an evil Dog balancing on a hot Senpai. Are we supposed to feel spooked?"
- Enid Kibbler
"The hooded giraffe really freaked me out."
- Hit the Spoof
"I hope Badspot and Rotondo get married."
 - Zob Gloop

[Epicduke]

put in random stuff and got an interesting story

Tactless Luke Hemingway
A Short Story
by u
Luke Hemingway had always loved rural Moscow with its important, iffy igloos. It was a place where he felt surprised.

He was a tactless, funny, whiskey drinker with scrawny fingers and hairy legs. His friends saw him as a damaged, deafening doctor. Once, he had even saved a resonant blind person that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Luke walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. The moon shone like boating cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Albert Slaughterhouse. Albert was an understanding deity with pointy fingers and sticky legs.

Luke gulped. He was not prepared for Albert.

As Luke stepped outside and Albert came closer, he could see the steamed glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a wifi code," Albert bellowed, in a charming tone. He slammed his fist against Luke's chest, with the force of 6097 pigeons. "I frigging love you, Luke Hemingway."

Luke looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the ribbed teapot. "Albert, Is that real leather," he replied.

They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two rabblesnatching, round rabbits shouting at a very clumsy accident, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two proud uncles swimming to the beat.

Suddenly, Albert lunged forward and tried to punch Luke in the face. Quickly, Luke grabbed the ribbed teapot and brought it down on Albert's skull.

Albert's pointy fingers trembled and his sticky legs wobbled. He looked confident, his body raw like a gentle, glamorous gun.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Albert Slaughterhouse was dead.

Luke Hemingway went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END

[TomTheGeek²]

A Clever, Popular Man
A research Novel
by room bobcat

What would you do if you knew there were creepy ogres with shocking habits near the ones you love?

The night of the love changes everything for room bobcat, a 19-year-old doctor from my house.

One moment, he is discussing sausages with his friendly crush, a girl; the next, watching with horror as creepy ogres murder each other.

He knows these ogres came from her house but he can't prove it - at least not without some splendid weapons.

The clever, popular man knows that his gay life is over. He acquires some splendid weapons and is reborn as the hero who will save the world from creepy ogres.

However, room finds himself troubled by his gay ideals and becomes overwhelmed with moral questions. Will his conscience allow him to do whatever is needed to stop the creepy ogres?

[Cybertails1998]

im sorry but

[}]Crazy[{]

i laughed my ass off creating this

Two Creepy Uncles Running to the Beat
A Short Story
by Lil' Bill
Ephialites Gaggy looked at the cigarette-like Stencils in her hands and felt unstable.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her autistic surroundings. She had always loved loud Blockland HQ with its defeated, deadly desktop computers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Eric Hartman. Eric was a spiteful gay with slimy leg hairs and fragile butt.

Ephialites gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a funny, thoughtless, tears drinker with pointy leg hairs and ample butt. Her friends saw her as a stale, striped stupid. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a green betelgeuse.

But not even a funny person who had once jumped into a river and saved a green betelgeuse, was prepared for what Eric had in store today.

The sun shone like talking Flatflyer, making Ephialites surprised.

As Ephialites stepped outside and Eric came closer, she could see the vague glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a phone number," Eric bellowed, in a caring tone. He slammed his fist against Ephialites's chest, with the force of 1566 Nal. "I frigging love you, Ephialites Gaggy."

Ephialites looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the cigarette-like Stencils. "Eric, I've got a new job," she replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two precious, poor Pie Crust bopping at a very down to earth funeral, which had Darude Sandstorm music playing in the background and two creepy uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, Eric lunged forward and tried to punch Ephialites in the face. Quickly, Ephialites grabbed the cigarette-like Stencils and brought it down on Eric's skull.

Eric's slimy leg hairs trembled and his fragile butt wobbled. He looked autistic, his body raw like a cloudy, crispy Cheese.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Eric Hartman was dead.
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Horny Maxxi Memeinator
A Short Story
by Memewell
Maxxi Memeinator had always loved Dimly lit Maxxi's house with its magnificent, mute Memes. It was a place where he felt horny.

He was a horny, memelike, memes drinker with fat thighs and big hairs. His friends saw him as a ratty, robust random. Once, he had even saved an itchy doge that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Maxxi walked over to the window and reflected on his Stinky surroundings. The drizzly teased like singing mice.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of love Jewlbag. love was a filled stupid with leathery thighs and greasy hairs.

Maxxi gulped. He was not prepared for love.

As Maxxi stepped outside and love came closer, he could see the hollow glint in her eye.

love gazed with the affection of 869 lovey grated goldfish. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want virginity taken away."

Maxxi looked back, even more stilled and still fingering the strong mouse. "love, I'm horny," he replied.

They looked at each other with lovey feelings, like two handsome, hushed humming birds fücking at a very patient Blockland Forums Anneversary, which had Elevator music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles cumming to the beat.

Maxxi regarded love's leathery thighs and greasy hairs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Maxwell with a delighted grin.

love looked happy, her emotions blushing like a knotty, kind bag.

Then love came inside for a nice drink of memes.


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[TableSalt]

Quiet Amsterdam
A Short Story
by Table Salt
Gregory Superhalk had always loved quiet Amsterdam with its terrible, tasty trees. It was a place where he felt calm.

He was a controlling, peculiar, tea drinker with solid hands and ugly eyes. His friends saw him as a filthy, fat friend. Once, he had even helped a wandering deaf person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Gregory walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The wind blew like singing rats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of richard Head. richard was a loving brute with ruddy hands and charming eyes.

Gregory gulped. He was not prepared for richard.

As Gregory stepped outside and richard came closer, he could see the gorgeous glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," richard bellowed, in a greedy tone. He slammed his fist against Gregory's chest, with the force of 5982 horses. "I frigging hate you, Gregory Superhalk."

Gregory looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the warped scissors. "richard, I hate you," he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two tender, tired toads dancing at a very rude Halloween party, which had piano music playing in the background and two hungry uncles cooking to the beat.

Suddenly, richard lunged forward and tried to punch Gregory in the face. Quickly, Gregory grabbed the warped scissors and brought it down on richard's skull.

richard's ruddy hands trembled and his charming eyes wobbled. He looked afraid, his body raw like a tender, talented teapot.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later richard Head was dead.

Gregory Superhalk went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

THE END

[}]Crazy[{]

a story written by betel himself

it had to be done

[Citrus]

Tales of the Goblin - Begrudgingly Thinking
A Drabble

"It's time for begrudgingly thinking!" whispered the goblin that lives on my legs.
I looked at the hawk; it had a tiny sole and sizzling walls. I loved Honey. I loved Dentist. I did not want to take the hawk from them. Honey, especially, loved the bottom.
I examined the minuscule rock. I studied the ugly sandwich, which smiled like an old-fashioned maggot.
I remembered gyrating brilliantly at the goblin's will and knew I would comply again.
The sun made me tremble like quiet lid. Suddenly...
Boom!
The hawk was destroyed.
The goblin that lives on my legs smiled blissfully.

~ 100 words ~

[Sheepocalypse]

Lmao

OP . is a Fugly, richardless and Stupid Hooker from Iraq. His life is going nowhere until he meets Justin Bieber, a richardless, stupid woman with a passion for black men.

OP takes an instant disliking to Justin and the Weaboo and worthless ways she learnt during her years in Vietnam.

However, when a cactus tries to crawl up the butt of OP, Justin springs to the rescue. OP begins to notices that Justin is actually rather Autistic at heart.

But, the pressures of Justin's job as a Drug dealer leave her blind to OP's affections and OP takes up blacks to try an distract herself.

Finally, when amazing African slave lord, Sheepocalypse , threatens to come between them, Justin has to act fast. But will they ever find the gay love that they deserve?

[Blockchip]

"Four-year-old snake lives a love-deprived life with her pleasurable love, Vagina , in Deep.

However, the love master's life is turned upside down when she goes to a loveually transmitted disease in Deeper where there are perverted sperm that like to love each other.

loveual, love-able snake is shocked by this revelation and does not want sperm to love each other anymore.

Certain that she's doing the right thing, she goes home and gets herself some and loveual testicles, then returns to Deeper.

However, snake finds herself troubled by her love-deprived ideals and becomes overwhelmed with moral questions. Will her conscience allow her to do whatever is needed to stop the perverted sperm?"

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