Poll of the Day > Creat the most random and/or the stupidest story you can think of.

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Auctioneer: Going once... Going twice... And sold to the handsome gentleman named Thrice and his lovely wife, Quadrice!
Pentice: BUT I WANTED IT! WAHHHHH!
Hexice: SHUT UP!
Heptice: Whatever.
Octice: YEET (Jumps up and steals item being sold)
Nonice: HEY STOP RIGHT THERE!
Decice: Oh heck nah, I'm out!


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Humans, filthy humans, thought the dog. They are everywhere, you can't get away from them.
The dog could smell them, even so far away from their cities, they still contaminated everything.
It was time, time for the dogs to set things right, this had been going on for too long.
We supported them, helped them, partnered with them, but look what they have done to this planet.
The dog howled and heard his pack come out of the woods behind him. They were almost large enough now
for the first attack. A small town, with less than 100 humans in it would be perfect, they just needed a few dozen
more dogs and the war could begin.

The dog selected a few good mutts to follow him into the town, they sought out the dogs in the town, a good twenty of them, and led them back to the group. That was enough, they were ready.

Growling orders he had the dogs slink into town, it was night and in a town this size nobody was around. The plan was simple, they would go block by block, wipe out all humans and ensure no alarm was raised, a few dogs would patrol along the other blocks until the main group could get there.

40 dogs in the attack group came to the first house. Humans and their "doors", the dogs attacked as a group jumping through the windows, dogs waited outside the other homes nearby in case anyone woke up and came out to investigate.

It was over in minutes, the humans barely had time to wake up and jump out of bed before a group of dogs rushed in, and tore out their throats. The group split up into smaller numbers, 10 dogs per house, and the entire block was quite and dead in almost no time.

The plan was working well, only a few blocks left and this town would be empty.
The dog, having led the way, stayed back and watched his troupes at work. There were a few times a human came out to see what was going on, but the dogs on patrol were on the human before they were even a few steps past their door. One human had a rifle, but didn't get a chance to fire it before a dog clamped onto his arm and then another bit out his throat.

And then it was done, there was no humans left in Westport. The dogs quickly dragged the human bodies out of town, leaving none behind. Some chewed and ate from the bodies, but eventually all of them were buried in the woods, they would not be easy to find.

If anyone came into town, there would not be much evidence of what happened.

The dog had scouts out looking for another small target, and looking for more recruits. Before long they should be able to attack more than one town at a time. Humans had weapons, many weapons and dangerous ones that could kill from a distance. For now the dogs only advantage was surprise, but the humans were in for a shock.

Dogs were smart, and observant and now they had plans, and explosives. Humans were their own worst enemy and all the dogs had to do was disrupt things enough, and the humans would do most of the work for them.
The dogs searched the town and found some more dynamite sticks which they added to their cache. It would take stronger explosives eventually to take out bridges, but they would get them, and use them.

The dog was mad, and he was very smart, humans were done, they just didn't know it yet.

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My life

TheWorstPoster posted...

My life

And mine

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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...

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