You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
"You see cause right now this is the part in any RPG ever where you have to kill god. It's pretty rad. I love killing god I do it everyday. You know some people have breakfast, I kill god, with my my super giant house sized sword you know. I have like 3 mortgages in it. 2 families could live in it but instead I use it as a weapon. It's pretty rad." ~Raocow
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
In an unrelated subject, this is pretty romantic of Raocow. <3
"We're gonna go to the mall together. Gonna look at the pierced rocks, and it's gonna be so freakin' romantic, I'm gonna become striped. Yes, my skin is going to physically change color and pattern, just for you, as I destroy a nearby bridge so we can be alone, and probably kill some oncoming traffic. I mean, it's so totally worth it, just to be, you and me, alone." ~ Raocow.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
The inquisitors were torturing Harry.
First, Ignatius used the rock.
Then Billy asked Harry if he wanted to read his BDSM blog. Harry was so surprised that his pants flew right off. He was wearing women's underpants.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
hey imi
wanna come to da vlosemort and da death dealers concert tonite
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Ultimate Despair
Chapter 1
I jumped awake, finding myself in a cold sweat
Another nightmare, sleep had begun to stop offering my a reprieve from the horrors of everyday life.
I rubbed my face and wiped some of the sweat off my forehead. There was no time to dwell. Mistress did not tolerate tardiness and it was my turn to be her "personal assistant".
I stripped and walked out of the small bedroom into the open tiny bathroom. What room I had to call my own was small, but I guess I should be lucky for the privacy. Most where forced to share rooms that would make the barracks back at the Army base look like a resort.
I stood under the shower and let the cold water poor over me. I could let it heat up, but the fear of what Mistress would do to me if I where late kept me from humoring such luxuries.
Heh, "luxuries", by many people's standards, any sort of shower would be considered the HEIGHT of big living. I begin cleaning myself as my mind began to wonder to how this all began. Something I often do while getting ready for the day.
They had opened a portal into our world. Quite by accident it had seemed, but there it was. Easy passage between the two worlds. At first, we were friendly to one another. And why not? Our worlds had so much to offer to each-other.
But that quickly came to a halt when they learned more about us. They took one look into our history and how we treated each other and even the animals on our planet and gave us an ultimatum to stop.
Most of us laughed it off, of course. They didn't seem like much of a threat, our technology far surpassed their own, they began the war, but we sure the hell where going to end it our way...or so we thought.
I left out a heavy sigh as I started to wash my hair. Mistress did not tolerate even a hint of uncleanliness, I had to be thorough. My hair was getting long, too. It used to practically not exist, but giving hair cuts to us slaves wasn't really a priority.
My unit was sent through the portal with so many others. We had enough firepower to take on Heaven itself, or so it seemed. But despite the untold amount of havoc we reeked, we where simply outclassed.
We had the firepower, but they had magic. Many of them could fly. The others where simply hardier than us. The battle...no the war...seemed over before it had begun and now THEY where calling the shots.
I stepped out of the shower almost right into the sink and mirror, not that I had much choice in this tiny bathroom. I began shaving with one hand and tracing the scars on my chest with the other.
The Mistresses handy-work. Still, there where far fewer scars than many slaves that worked for the Mistresses. She once even whipped a person to death...possibly just to see how it would look.
I'll never forget the screams or the sight of the flayed body.
I dried off and walked out the bedroom. My clothes had already been ironed and pressed. I had done it in the evening. Mistresses orders. You didn't want to forget or think she wouldn't notice, she always noticed. They where rather fancy male servant uniforms, like you'd see on a servant for royalty in a movie, or something. Weren't the most comfortable thing to wear, but it beat rags.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Rumor had it, the Mistress made them herself, but no one had the guts to ask. Though, commenting on how much you liked your uniform seemed to be met with better treatment.
I quickly got dressed was out the door, down the hall, and into the main chamber. The chamber was pretty large, about the size of a dance-hall with a raised ceiling. It's size made even more imposing by it's emptiness.
Nothing but me and the Mistress'es "throne", which was also empty. I was early. This was good. I stood at attention. You didn't want to be caught looking like you weren't ready for the Mistress, and standing at attention was something I had plenty of experience with.
Not too long afterwards, the Mistress entered. She had a coy look on her face. This was bad. This meant my morning was either going to be humiliating, painful, or both...
"Good morning, slave," the mistress cooed.
"Good morning, mistress."
"You're looking well today." A good sign, I wouldn't be punished for my appearance. She lounged in her throne, legs crossed, arms behind her back. She looked vulnerable enough, but she was pretty far from; regardless of how she chose to sit. "Did you sleep well."
A tiny flinch. "Yes mistress"
"Ooooohhh?" She eyed me suspiciously. Stupid. That little flinch could cause me a world of pain. "Hmmm...well, what do I care how well you slept? Right?"
I say nothing. Disagreeing or agreeing seem more likely to land me in trouble than saying nothing.
"Hmmmm," she chuckles to herself soaking in my uncomfortable state. "Well let's get started shall we?"
"Yes, mistresses. What is thy desire" God, I HATE that she has us talk like that...
"Clean my legs, slave. Up and down, bottom to knee. Don't miss a spot."
"I'll fetch some hot water and a cloth right awAHHHCK"* I feel my heart tighten and I drop on all fours, pain shoots through my other organs as if they're being crushed. Mistress used magic and wasn't afraid at all to use it even just to play with us slave.
"Did I SAY I wanted you to fetch some hot water and a cloth, hmmmm? No slave, your tongue will suffice."
I might have flinched again if I wasn't in agony, but the mistress let go of the magical grasp he had on my vitals and I crawled my way to her.
I began licking. Hesitating was not an option, and at least with the mistresses constant regiment of baths and keeping the place clean the worse taste in my mouth was that of soap and lemon scented floor cleaner.
In a way, I was still one of the lucky ones. I remembered a woman who had displeased the mistress by forgetting to get her outfit ironed and pressed the night before. Mistress had been giving her extra attention all night, and she must have been exhausted by the morning.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
"DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE?!" The mistress roared.
"N...no mistress." The woman stammered terrified. Getting on the mistress's bad side could mean any number of things depending on the mistresses mood. Things would not end well, that's for sure. Mistress called out ALL her servants just to watch this. The woman was a raven haired beauty, tall, leggy. The Mistress certainly didn't suffer ugly slaves to work for her, a very small comfort in her twisted little world of games.
"THEN WHY DID YOU DECIDE YOU COULD SHOW UP LOOKING LIKE THAT! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME AND YOUR CLOTHES LIKE THAT!"
"I'm so...so sorry mistress, it won't happen ever again."
"You're right it won't. I think I might have to teach you an important lesson." The mistress let out the slightest hint of a grin. "I think you're going to the farm."
The farm. People where forced to work under grueling conditions for long, LONG days with barely any sleep. It was a variable death sentence, and an unpleasant one at that. We all knew to fear the farm and what being sent there meant. Still, Mistress does like to play, she might settle for a wiping or something else...
"No Mistress! Not the farm! Please don't send me there! Nobody ever comes back from the..."
I gasped, as did the rest of the servants. The poor woman realized what she had said, but it was too late. She had just signed her own death warrant. I looked at the mistress and from there I think I knew what pure evil looked like. The mistress was attempting to look angry, but you could see the joy behind her face and eyes.
"What did you say?" The Mistress had changed her tone immediately, but this was as cold as ice.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! YOU DARE UTTER THAT PHRASE, HERE?!"
"No mistress! No! I DIDN'T..."
"LOCK THIS FOOL UP! I THINK SHE DESERVES SOME EXTRA PUNISHMENT BEFORE SHE'S SHIPPED OFF"
Just one more unpleasant memory in a sea of the damn things, things couldn't get...
"You can stop now, slave."
I regained my focus, and began to stand up "Thank you, Mistre..." PAIN. She was doing it AGAIN. STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. I let my mind wander and started to get up without asking...
"WHO SAID YOU COULD STAND UP?!"
I hacked and coughed as the pressure eased. "No one, mistress."
"You're not done there." The mistress grinned that evil smile that I had grown to despise and uncrossed her legs.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Chapter 2
Rarity uncrossed her legs in front of the slave, revealing her moist
*Skims the page of the stapled together story he's reading, flips back a page and skims, flips forward and skims some more and randomly flips through the pages* Surprise?
Yessum?
Why did you write this?
It's CO-authored!
Fine, why did you and...
You'll NEVER guess who wrote it!
Why did you and and Pinkie Pie write this?
DAMNIT! How'd you know?!
Pinkie has been standing next to you grinning like a maniac the entire time I read...er...whatever THIS is.
Pinkie! You RUINED the surprise.
Blow me.
It wasn't that much of a surprise.
Awwww...
Well! How'd you like it! Huh? Didja think it was good? Didja, didja?!
I'll ask again, Why did you and Surprise...no SCRATCH that. Why would ANYPONY write this?
*eyes Justice suspiciously* "Why", indeed.
Gasp!
And then Justice was a sexy, grim-dark My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fan-fic writer. The End
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Justice: Heh. I probably shouldn't find that funny, but I do. I'm not gonna lie, it took me until I saw "Rarity" to figure out that was supposed to be part of your pony roleplay.
Justice: Heh. I probably shouldn't find that funny, but I do anyway. I'm not gonna lie, it took me until I saw "Rarity" to figure out that was supposed to be part of your pony roleplay.
Comments
Roads?
Where they're going, they won't need roads.
because it's japan
Face emoticons :D Xp *_* ^_^ ;_;
have to kill god. It's pretty rad. I love killing god I do it everyday.
You know some people have breakfast, I kill god, with my my super giant
house sized sword you know. I have like 3 mortgages in it. 2 families
could live in it but instead I use it as a weapon. It's pretty rad." ~Raocow
Also, there are no roads to Japan. We have to use the Imiboat.
I'm not sure how long this'll take. I hope I brought enough frozen waffles.
"We're gonna go to the mall together. Gonna look at the pierced
rocks, and it's gonna be so freakin' romantic, I'm gonna become striped.
Yes, my skin is going to physically change color and pattern, just for
you, as I destroy a nearby bridge so we can be alone, and probably kill
some oncoming traffic. I mean, it's so totally worth it, just to be, you
and me, alone." ~ Raocow.
And be careful, squid, or you'll be swimming home. Although that may not be a problem for you.
i am in love with her
^Not now dood. We're going to Japannnnnnnnnnnnn
I return.
Cheddar Levels, in order from least to greatest in sharpness and stupidity of name.
Also, you can tell the manliness of a dog by how many leprechauns he has devoured
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Ultimate Despair
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
*tosses him into the ocean*
*tosses some sharks in too just because*
noooooo
how'd you know my one weakness
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i'll swim to safety with the power of BLAST PROCESSING