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Posted 16 November 2008 - 12:01 AM
Characters(also abbreviated)
Jack(Gramayre Ebrthil)
Ally
Ben (Spinner)
Allera
Charles
Rinion
Hadha(fang)
Vincent
CulDud
KingFloat(KF)
Tim
Allison(Arthryn)
Chapter one:
KF pulled into a parking spot right next to a park, where all the little boys play. “Oo yes!” KingFloat muttered to himself, “KF’s lucky to day.”
He watched a little fat boy run towards his car, retrieving the Frisbee ball his friend threw. “Yes, KF is very lucky.” He looked at the bulge in the back of the poor little boy’s pant. His hand unconsciously reached down into his pants and started rubbing until he had a full erection which is three inches in his case.
His hand wrapped around his tiny penis and started to wank. He thought of Michael Jackson touching him as a child and then looked at the fat little boy. KF’s eyes shot off as the boy’s friend pointed towards the silver car that KF was in.
“Oh crap, oh crap.” He panicked. The Mods were rushing in from everywhere. Every street, every house, every alley, every roof. He pulled out his super-duper child molester emergency evacuation device, strapped it to his chest, pressed the button and disappeared into a black void as he was transported from The Cycle to /FTD/ archive where nobody ever went, not even the Moderators, well other that KingFloat, CulDud, and some other creepy pervs.
“That was close, but now I’m PWNT!!1” a picture appeared with the words PWNT!!1 on top of his head. He didn’t care… much; he liked pink, as all scary child molesters do. He was bitter though, he didn’t even get to take a picture of the little boy.
“What an idiot!” he thought to himself. “Always take a picture before jacking off!”
He pulled a panel out of his pocket. He touched the screen and checked to new messages.
“You have ONE new message,” the familiar female voice emanated from the device. How much he wanted the voice to be of a boy in puberty, a cracking, shaking voice that he never had. He glanced back down at the screen and clicked ‘play’.
“Good afternoon KingFloat, you have been PWNT!!1 for suspicion of stalking and sexually harassing minors. This is last of your sixteen warnings, thank you and have a good day.”
“Stupid gay fuckface Mods, why can’t they just give me Vincent, I’d be happy then.” Vincent was the boy of his dreams, his slightly dark skin, brown eyes and dark hair, nice composure and beautiful smile. He even had a crush on him when his name was UnamedDragon. How cute his spelling errors were. He dreamed of Vincent every night.
He walked up some bizarre street and into /FTD2/ where there were more members, mostly really bored people. He then walked into a dark alley where all the creepy druggies like bucket, Saphira_Rox_My_Sox, himself, CulDud, and i2enegade hangs out.
He found their hiding spot in the basement of some old building that hadn’t been used for three days, but hey, that’s a long time for /FTD2/. “Hey guys and SRMS” he greeted. They were huddled around an electric hobo fire.
“Hey, KF.” Their dull voices chorused.
“Meh,” he muttered to himself then climbed into a bed so full of bugs that it could devour a dog in minutes. He thought about Vincent. Then fell asleep.
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Meh.
This post has been edited by Gramayre Ebrthil: 18 November 2008 - 10:47 PM
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Update already.