Okok... I've done this before on a forum and it was hilarios! We'll write a story, each person adding one word at a time. Just copy and paste the pre-existing story and add a word. feel free to add punctuation so we don't have a huge freakin jumble of words. Maybe Scott will read it on a podcast if it's good! I'll start with a few words to get it going:
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light.
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute.
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he
By the way, 
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"Top Gunners gun from the top, mutherfucker!"
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't
By the way,
__________________________________________________
"Top Gunners gun from the top, mutherfucker!"
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
*** I am Renfield to Sigler's Dracula ***
*I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door.
By the way,
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"Top Gunners gun from the top, mutherfucker!"
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
"Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!"
What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
"Do you know where the lock is?"
Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting
(any one notice that there is a MOTHER, Mommy figure in here?)
*I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils
[1st Dutch junkie] All that matters is getting my fix.
[1st Dutch junkie] All that matters is getting my fix.
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny (add five words)
p.s. back on this thread again.
"What do you mean there's nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler's podcast novels... im... a junkie..."- me
" It takes 46 muscles to frown but only 4 to flip 'em the bird."- anon
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...
*I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos...(add 47 words)
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen.
(Clarification: Since it's been a while....This is a collaboratiive story. Each person adds five words. Leaving the sentence open after five words is acceptable and also more fun! Just keep adding to the top and most importantly....have fun!)
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this!
Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born!
*I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*
I'd add to it but I don't know what to add at this point.
G-Man
Yeah, mind-bottling. You know, when things are so crazy it gets your thoughts all trapped, like in a bottle? - Chazz Micheal Micheals
G-Man
"I used to be obsessed with a tv show about people acting like jackasses. I think it was called dumbass" - Earl Hickey
...I'll read it on the Chop Shop!
"Mae's a f***in genius! and a regular Genius too!" ~ Scott Sigler
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this!
Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday.
"Dieing is easy, living is the hard part.
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this!
Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early!
“I can't tell if that's funny or really scary.”
KISS'd by Sigler. Honored recipient of the 2009 "Iron Man" Award.
*Member of the Wolfpack* Funky Name Brotha, Gutter Brethren & Pusher Thrice Over!
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this!
Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this!
Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came.
G-Man
"Why didn't you stay in the car?"
"It's never safe in the car!"
G-Man
"I used to be obsessed with a tv show about people acting like jackasses. I think it was called dumbass" - Earl Hickey
It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this!
Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler's Blood caused halllucinations.)
The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins... It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!.... HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn't confess his real intentions.
A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback....Houston....pubcrawl...nachos... Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came. Quicky, before anyone noticed I
"Chief informationless officer of the office of knows nothing" Any questions? :)
KISS'd by Sigler. Honored recipient of the 2009 "Iron Man" Award.
*Member of the Wolfpack* Funky Name Brotha, Gutter Brethren & Pusher Thrice Over!
That was great! And more than mildly disturbing.
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