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The Storigasm thread is a great piece of thinkery by Mr. Bastard...but, as I'm sure many of you have noticed, the topics seem to stray quite a bit from the beaten path. Because of that, I've decided to make a similar, yet very different thread entitled Storigasm II. The thread will be conducted in nearly the exact same way...the only different being that there is no limit on the length of your addition to the story. If you want, you can add one word...or you can add 30 pages. It's really your call. All I ask is that you don't copy and paste shit from somewhere else...we want to read what your additions are. Also, don't write an assload if you don't have an assload to write about. Try to keep your part as interesting as possible. That shouldn't be good much of a problem. Also, if possible, leave the story open ended...that'll make for goodness.
I'll kick things off... It was a hazy June night when Drake decided to carry out the plan. Since the previous Christmas, all that he and his compadres had throught about was how great it would feel to finally be even with that son of a bitch, Tony. Tony was a year older than Drake's crew, but he could have passed for a 23-year-old. Of course, he often used his size to his advantage, bullying those smaller than him to get basically anything that he wanted. Unfortunately for Tony, Drake wasn't the type of kid to sit back and accept his punishment. One day near the beginning of fall is where it all began. As Drake walked slowly to school, minding his own business, Tony decided it would be funny to let the new kid know who's boss. In a stalking fashion, Tony followed Drake half the way to school before carrying out his plan. He waited until there were 5 - 10 other people around for maximum embarrassment, then, without hesitation, Tony unleashed his arsenal of attackery. Hiding behind a wooden fence, he used his amazing accuracy to pelt Drake with... |
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You don't have to copy the previous msg...that could make them really long in the future.
...loads of his own feces. He had been saving up for this day, and he knew that Drake would surely never forget this. After flinging pounds of shit onto Drake's now disgusted face, Tony exposed himself from behind the wooden fence. As he did however, out of nowhere came a long green car flying down the road straight towards him. As he tried to jump out the way, the car came to a screeching halt. Tony was terrified as four green aliens came out with probes in hand... [This message has been edited by Orgazmo (edited May 17, 2003).] |
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..." and I, along with my friends, have come to run some experiments on your people."
Acting quickly, Tony quickly directed the aliens toward Drake. Without hesitation, Xenith took Drake into his mobile and sped off into the distance. It was later that day that Drake lost his virginity via a tool of inspection entering his asshole. The tender feelings that Drake possessed over this situation had fueled his deeply seeded hatred for Tony. Why the fuck had Tony thrown him to the aliens? What kind of selfish bastard simply sacrifices those around them to save their own ass? The only way to get retribution was through a horrific act. On this night, to redeem those horrific anal penetrations caused by Tony, Drake planned to... |
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lightning bolts. His lightning bolts? Yes.
You see, when Tony was but a little fuck, he found himself in the middle of one of the largest storms that the area had ever seen. Being the unfortunate soul that he was, a single bolt of electricity decided to nest in his skull, leaving him in a 3-day coma. Before the accident, which occurred 6 days after his 7th birthday, Tony was a reasonably docile creature, never really making a big fuss over anything. After waking from his deep rest...he was a changed boy. One day, while watching his favorite basketball team, the Detroit Pistons, play, he witnessed the referee make a terrible call. Like the now ill-tempered adolescent that he had grown into, he threw his arms up in disgust. Much to his disbelief, two large bolts of lightning came from the tips of his middle fingers on each hand, settle small fires on opposite sides of his house's ceiling. Of course, he wanted to keep this all a big secret...so, to explain it to his parents, he simply told them that... |
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...tom foolery, which involved a broomstick, three gallons of lard, and the neighbor's cat; but thats an entirely different story.
Tony began to mold his unrestrained abilities into superhuman powers with which he would bring his revenge upon Drake. For Tony believed that even after he gave his enemy up to the aliens for probing, nothing, even alien anal probes, could undo the horrific act which was done to his; the fecing. Everyone, far and wide, knows that the flinging of excriment shows the most utter contempt and hatred, and should be bestowed upon only the lowest life forms... |
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...which is exactly what Tony perceived Drake to be.
Drake however, received wind of the ShitStorm that was on the way, from one of his acquaintances. You see, Tony was dining at La Periere's an evening or two ago with a friend of his. The two were discussing the plans of the ShitStorm over a bowl of clam chowder soup, and some onion peels. As fate would have it, Dylan, Drake's aforementioned acquaintance, happened to be sitting the booth right next to Tony's... -Ugly Bastard [ June 02, 2003, 09:48 AM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ] |
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...know before going into a blind rage and storming out of the restaraunt guns ablaze. After leaving the restaraunt in disgust from hearing what Tony and his compatriot intended to do to the much loved Drake, Dylan quickly got in his El Camino and raced to Drake's to tell him their plan. Tony, being the clever bastard that he is, knew that Drake's friends were sitting beside him, came up with a bullshit plan that Drake ended up hearing and believed it to be true. When in fact, Tony had rigged Drakes car with some clever fecal matter in order to.....
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kill the bastard with even more dung. As Drake was driving loads of poop were released from his car in front of the tires. Drake couldn't control his car as it's wheels started to spin out of control, giving a new twist on the phrase "whipping a shitty". Drake's car hit a bump and flipped into a ditch. Drake was suprisingly unharmed though he was now hanging upside down.
Drake needed to fight fire with fire. As he hung upsidedown waiting for help he searched his mind for any possible act of revenge. Then, while watching the ambulance drive in the direction of his now totalled car, Drake found his inspiration. Drake was going to... |
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..sausage. Yes, Drake was going to eat a whole sausage, then fake a death via choking on the ginormous sausage. While somewhat disturbed by the homoeroticism of the plan, he still thought it was best because faking his death would allow him to...
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...which he would use to buy a huge bomb. But everything didn't go as planned. The weapon exploded as he tried to arm it, killing everyone in the surrounding area.
Drake, Danny, and Tony were all buried the next day. One might think our story ends here, but you see, a month before Drake died, he had impregnated his girlfriend, who eventually gave birth to a baby girl, whom she named Julie... |
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....Julie was no stupid bitch, no, because like her father, she was a maniacle freak, she knew of what happened to her father while she was in the womb. In her eyes there was still unfinished business to be taken care of. That in mind she....
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called upon an old ally, Xenith. Yes, the same Xenith which had taken Drakes virginity - but only his anal virginity since we know that he had impregnated his girlfriend a full month earlier.
As it turns out, Tony wasn't as cleaver has he believed himself to be. Xenith had chosen Drake for anal probing because Julie was having an affair with Xenith - the tall alien thought of the irony of fucking a man's girlfriend and forcibly raping his asshole with a metalic probe. Back to the story at hand: Julie realizes that occasionally banging an alien must have it's perks - so she wisely continued this intra-special relationship behind Drake's back for several years. Now with Drake out of the way, Julie will employ Xenith's help in taking care of the unfinished business of her father and her four breast/ two vagina freakness. "Xenith," asked Julie, "do you think you could..." |
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Drake.
Yes, stealing Drake's girlfriend, probing him in the ass wasn't enough. Xenith had to make Ketchup out of Drake's blood and liver tissue. Little did Julie Know. "I need revenge on my father," Julie asks Xenith for help, "but I don't know where he is." "You don't know where your father is but you know where he's been," replied Xenith with a Southern Teratatrian accent. "Now what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?" |
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