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HotLap 04/18/20 1:58:01 AM #1:	Also include if you want to be called by a specific name. Disclaimer: The story wont be good and I might not follow through in the morning because Im pretty drunk and tired. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937618599] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Also include if you want to be called by a specific name. Disclaimer: The story wont be good and I might not follow through in the morning because Im pretty drunk and tired. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OpenShut 04/18/20 2:01:27 AM #2:	Let's get a story about a guy named Bob finding a used dildo in his mother's attic <cite>OpenShut posted [p:937618716] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Let's get a story about a guy named Bob finding a used dildo in his mother's attic </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/18/20 2:08:26 AM #3:	OpenShut posted... Let's get a story about a guy named Bob finding a used dildo in his mother's attic I second this --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:937618932] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>OpenShut posted... </cite> <quote>Let's get a story about a guy named Bob finding a used dildo in his mother's attic</quote> I second this </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
obeseexplosive 04/18/20 2:10:04 AM #4:	A guy named slim who goes on whacky shenanigans cause of a necromancer >=I --- Skittle farting unicorn in a hot pink tutu. <cite>obeseexplosive posted [p:937618975] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>A guy named slim who goes on whacky shenanigans cause of a necromancer >=I </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
YugiNoob 04/18/20 2:10:23 AM #5:	Florida Man set out with a shotgun, a six-pack of Natty Light, and a machete one evening, to _______ --- Bun bun :3 <cite>YugiNoob posted [p:937618983] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Florida Man set out with a shotgun, a six-pack of Natty Light, and a machete one evening, to _______ </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
cuttin_in_farm 04/18/20 2:15:26 AM #6:	A man is trapped inside his own garage. --- A show of kindness may not do much help, but a show of cruelty may do much harm. <cite>cuttin_in_farm posted [p:937619111] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>A man is trapped inside his own garage. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
TeaMilk 04/18/20 2:16:30 AM #7:	Write a story about my insatiable lust for fat guys --- http://error1355.com/ce/DocileOrangeCup.html https://imgur.com/UaVD352 Show icons on posts: https://openuserjs.org/scripts/melon/GameFAQs_Show_Icon <cite>TeaMilk posted [p:937619134] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Write a story about my insatiable lust for fat guys </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
DevsBro 04/18/20 2:31:08 AM #8:	A story about DevsBro getting prompted to give a prompt for a short story. --- 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 53 <cite>DevsBro posted [p:937619552] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>A story about DevsBro getting prompted to give a prompt for a short story. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/19/20 3:02:20 PM #9:	OpenShut posted... Let's get a story about a guy named Bob finding a used dildo in his mother's attic "The movers are back, Bob. They're ready to load up the last haul," Mom says. Bob sighs before looking out the front window at the movers striding up the walkway. It all seems so unfair. Bob and his family have lived in this house for as long as he could remember. To have it end under these circumstances was heartbreaking. Bob is sitting on the couch, Sergeant Scruffy laying his head on Bob's lap. Bob gently pets Sergeant Scruffy's head and whispers, "Time to go, boy. The movers have to load this onto the truck." The german shepherd lifts his head and leaps off the couch. "I'll go finish packing up the attic," Bob shouts to his mother before trodding up the stairs. Bob's father has been missing for six months now. As a retired police captain, there wasn't a single member of local law enforcement that wasn't looking for Bob's father. Captain Denbow wasn't a drinker, so there's no way he could have wondered off after a heavy binge. Bob's father put a lot of people behind bars in his days on the force, undoubtedly making a great deal of enemies. In Bob's mind, foul play was the only theory that made sense. After six months, he was starting to lose hope he'd ever see his father again. Without his father to support the family income, they could no longer afford to stay in the house they've lived in for Bob's entire life. The place that Bob had called home has been taken away by the same people who took away his father. What if Dad escapes his captors and returns, just to find another family living here? Sergeant Scruffy was taking the captain's disappearance especially hard. The sergeant was a drug sniffing dog in the K9 unit of Dad's precinct. Once Sergeant Scruffy became too old to work, Dad adopted him. After working tirelessly for years, Sergeant Scruffy had a loving home to spend the rest of his life in. Bob had cleared out most of the attic in the week prior, but there were still some boxes in the back corner. Bob opened the box closest to him and found it mostly empty. The only thing remaining in the box was a foot-long double sided dildo. The dildo was as pink as the bubble gum Dad used to give to Bob's third grade baseball team. Memories of Bob's first home run flooded his mind. His brand new Louisville Slugger bat, the roar of the crowd as the ball exploded over the fence, and of course that sweet pink gum in his mouth. "It was your father's," Mom calls out from behind Bob. "I moved it up here after he went missing. It was just too painful to look at." "Just his?" Bob wonders aloud, noticing the multiple tips. "It's double sided." Mom nods. "It was a little too... um... girthy for me." "What is this Sharpie line on the side?" Bob asks, making sure not to touch the dildo. "That's his record," Mom says proudly. "It's the most he's ever been able to take." Noticing the line is only about two inches away from the tip, Bob replies, "I guess he didn't get very far." "He started on the other end," Mom corrects Bob. "Oh my GOD," Bob exclaims in spite of himself. "That's too much. That's crazy." With tears pooling in her eyes, Mom recalls, "His goal was to fit the whole thing. His face a shade of red somewhere between the dildo itself and the blood running down his thighs, he said 'Someday I'm gonna do it, baby. I'm gonna do it for us.' He was... so, so close." "Did you say blood?" Bob asks. A single tear runs down Mom's cheek and falls to the dusty attic floor. "He spent a lot of time at the butthole doctor." A stroke of genius crashes into Bob's mind. He immediately reaches into the box and grabs his father's dildo despite Mom's panicked shout of "I wouldn't." "Mom, don't you understand?" Bob cries happily. "Sergeant Scruffy has the best sniffer this town's ever seen! This marital aid is coated in Dad's scent! If he's out there, Sergeant Scruffy will find him!" "Oh my gosh!" Mom claps excitedly. "Can you handle the rest of the packing on your own?" Mom walks over to her only child and rests her hands on his shoulders. "You bet your father's ass I can. Now go out there and find your father." Bob embraces his mother in a cathartic hug and bounds toward the stairs. "Bob!" Mom cries out from behind him. "Yeah?" "I'm so proud of you," she smiles. Back downstairs, Bob finds Sergeant Scruffy eating some kibble in the kitchen. Bob attaches the dog's leash and holds the dildo in front of his nose. "Okay, Sergeant Scruffy. Find Dad!" The german shepherd takes a long look at the dildo before taking an inquiring sniff of the entry end. The dog's pupils max out as he stares straight ahead, motionless. "Do you have the scent, Sergeant Scruffy?" Bob asks desperately. The dog's head slowly turns to face Bob, as if he was just seeing him for the first time. Then, without warning, the dog bolts for the front door. "Yes! That's it, Scruffy!" Bob yells encouragement to the seasoned sniffer. "Find our dad!" Bob gets many strange glances as he sprints through town with an enormous dildo wobbling in his left hand. Some townsfolk voice their disapproval. "Dude, disgusting!" "Why didn't you leave that thing at home?" "Put that away!" "Heh," Bob thinks to himself. "Where am I going to put THIS away? Let's just say I'm not my father's son in THAT regard." Eventually a police cruiser pulls up next to Bob with its lights on. "Stop right there!" a voice erupts from the megaphone. Bob reluctantly comes to a halt, thinking he can explain the situation. A discouraged beat cop exits the cruiser and sighs. "You had to figure someone was gonna call the cops on some guy waving a dildo around in public, right?" "I don't have time for this, I need to find my dad!" Bob argues. "Okay, but can't you do that... y'know sans dildo?" the officer inquires. "I don't have time to explain. He's hot on the trail!" Bob motions to Sergeant Scruffy, still with the dead-eyed determination of a dog on a mission. The officer opens his mouth as if to speak, but then squints. "You... look familiar." "I'm Captain Denbow's son!" Bob shouts before shaking the dildo at the officer. "This was his! And Sergeant Scruffy's the best god damn police <cite>HotLap posted [p:937700025] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>OpenShut posted... </cite> <quote>Let's get a story about a guy named Bob finding a used dildo in his mother's attic</quote> "The movers are back, Bob. They're ready to load up the last haul," Mom says. Bob sighs before looking out the front window at the movers striding up the walkway. It all seems so unfair. Bob and his family have lived in this house for as long as he could remember. To have it end under these circumstances was heartbreaking. Bob is sitting on the couch, Sergeant Scruffy laying his head on Bob's lap. Bob gently pets Sergeant Scruffy's head and whispers, "Time to go, boy. The movers have to load this onto the truck." The german shepherd lifts his head and leaps off the couch. "I'll go finish packing up the attic," Bob shouts to his mother before trodding up the stairs. Bob's father has been missing for six months now. As a retired police captain, there wasn't a single member of local law enforcement that wasn't looking for Bob's father. Captain Denbow wasn't a drinker, so there's no way he could have wondered off after a heavy binge. Bob's father put a lot of people behind bars in his days on the force, undoubtedly making a great deal of enemies. In Bob's mind, foul play was the only theory that made sense. After six months, he was starting to lose hope he'd ever see his father again. Without his father to support the family income, they could no longer afford to stay in the house they've lived in for Bob's entire life. The place that Bob had called home has been taken away by the same people who took away his father. What if Dad escapes his captors and returns, just to find another family living here? Sergeant Scruffy was taking the captain's disappearance especially hard. The sergeant was a drug sniffing dog in the K9 unit of Dad's precinct. Once Sergeant Scruffy became too old to work, Dad adopted him. After working tirelessly for years, Sergeant Scruffy had a loving home to spend the rest of his life in. Bob had cleared out most of the attic in the week prior, but there were still some boxes in the back corner. Bob opened the box closest to him and found it mostly empty. The only thing remaining in the box was a foot-long double sided dildo. The dildo was as pink as the bubble gum Dad used to give to Bob's third grade baseball team. Memories of Bob's first home run flooded his mind. His brand new Louisville Slugger bat, the roar of the crowd as the ball exploded over the fence, and of course that sweet pink gum in his mouth. "It was your father's," Mom calls out from behind Bob. "I moved it up here after he went missing. It was just too painful to look at." "Just his?" Bob wonders aloud, noticing the multiple tips. "It's double sided." Mom nods. "It was a little too... um... girthy for me." "What is this Sharpie line on the side?" Bob asks, making sure not to touch the dildo. "That's his record," Mom says proudly. "It's the most he's ever been able to take." Noticing the line is only about two inches away from the tip, Bob replies, "I guess he didn't get very far." "He started on the other end," Mom corrects Bob. "Oh my GOD," Bob exclaims in spite of himself. "That's too much. That's crazy." With tears pooling in her eyes, Mom recalls, "His goal was to fit the whole thing. His face a shade of red somewhere between the dildo itself and the blood running down his thighs, he said 'Someday I'm gonna do it, baby. I'm gonna do it for us.' He was... so, so close." "Did you say blood?" Bob asks. A single tear runs down Mom's cheek and falls to the dusty attic floor. "He spent a lot of time at the butthole doctor." A stroke of genius crashes into Bob's mind. He immediately reaches into the box and grabs his father's dildo despite Mom's panicked shout of "I wouldn't." "Mom, don't you understand?" Bob cries happily. "Sergeant Scruffy has the best sniffer this town's ever seen! This marital aid is coated in Dad's scent! If he's out there, Sergeant Scruffy will find him!" "Oh my gosh!" Mom claps excitedly. "Can you handle the rest of the packing on your own?" Mom walks over to her only child and rests her hands on his shoulders. "You bet your father's ass I can. Now go out there and find your father." Bob embraces his mother in a cathartic hug and bounds toward the stairs. "Bob!" Mom cries out from behind him. "Yeah?" "I'm so proud of you," she smiles. Back downstairs, Bob finds Sergeant Scruffy eating some kibble in the kitchen. Bob attaches the dog's leash and holds the dildo in front of his nose. "Okay, Sergeant Scruffy. Find Dad!" The german shepherd takes a long look at the dildo before taking an inquiring sniff of the entry end. The dog's pupils max out as he stares straight ahead, motionless. "Do you have the scent, Sergeant Scruffy?" Bob asks desperately. The dog's head slowly turns to face Bob, as if he was just seeing him for the first time. Then, without warning, the dog bolts for the front door. "Yes! That's it, Scruffy!" Bob yells encouragement to the seasoned sniffer. "Find our dad!" Bob gets many strange glances as he sprints through town with an enormous dildo wobbling in his left hand. Some townsfolk voice their disapproval. "Dude, disgusting!" "Why didn't you leave that thing at home?" "Put that away!" "Heh," Bob thinks to himself. "Where am I going to put THIS away? Let's just say I'm not my father's son in THAT regard." Eventually a police cruiser pulls up next to Bob with its lights on. "Stop right there!" a voice erupts from the megaphone. Bob reluctantly comes to a halt, thinking he can explain the situation. A discouraged beat cop exits the cruiser and sighs. "You had to figure someone was gonna call the cops on some guy waving a dildo around in public, right?" "I don't have time for this, I need to find my dad!" Bob argues. "Okay, but can't you do that... y'know sans dildo?" the officer inquires. "I don't have time to explain. He's hot on the trail!" Bob motions to Sergeant Scruffy, still with the dead-eyed determination of a dog on a mission. The officer opens his mouth as if to speak, but then squints. "You... look familiar." "I'm Captain Denbow's son!" Bob shouts before shaking the dildo at the officer. 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HotLap 04/19/20 3:02:36 PM #10:	The two eventually comes to a clearing. There's a hill leading downward and a set of train tracks at the bottom. Bob and Sergeant Scruffy carefully descend the hill. Sergeant Scruffy walks onto the train tracks and sits down. "Is this where the trail ends, Sergeant Scruffy? Where's Dad?!" Sergeant Scruffy pays the questions no mind. "We can't rest here, Sergeant Scruffy! These are train tracks! We have to keep going." Again, the dog stares straight ahead. "Did... did you lose the scent? Do you need a Dad refresher?" Bob bends down and extends the dildo in front of the dog's face. Seeing the dildo coming, Sergeant Scruffy instantly turns his head away. As Bob pulls the dildo away, Sergeant Scruffy meets his gaze. Bob sees... nothing but pain. A vast, unimaginable pain in the dog's eyes. "Sergeant... Scruffy?" Bob calls meekly. The dog looks at the dildo, then to Bob. Back to the dildo, back to Bob. Bob timidly brings the dildo to his own nose, and takes a whiff. A putrid, hope-ending fragrance clouds Bob's mind. His vision starts to blur, then pulse in and out. Bob takes a couple steps backwards and clumsily takes a seat on the hill, afraid of fainting onto the train tracks. Sergeant Scruffy jogs over to Bob, lovingly kisses Bob's cheek, then returns to his seat on the tracks.. Bob gets it now. As a human, the temptation to throw himself onto the train tracks isn't overpowering but.... it's definitely there. A dog's sense of smell is over forty times greater than a human's. Bob might have the strength to continue on after smelling ten inches deep into his father's asshole, but Sergeant Scruffy does not. Bob gives a gentle tug on Sergeant Scruffy's leash. The dog does not budge. He turns and meets Bob's gaze. His dead-eyed stare wasn't determination at all. It was just deadness. Bob nods at his longtime friend. They are just two creatures who have both smelled a horrible dildo, and fully understand each other. Bob walks over to Sergeant Scruffy and gives him one last hug. He takes a couple steps back and brings his hand to his brow. Sergeant Scruffy brings a paw to his forehead. The two children of the great Captain Denbow give each other a final salute. As Bob ascends the hill, he hears the faint whistle of an oncoming train. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937700044] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>The two eventually comes to a clearing. There's a hill leading downward and a set of train tracks at the bottom. Bob and Sergeant Scruffy carefully descend the hill. Sergeant Scruffy walks onto the train tracks and sits down. "Is this where the trail ends, Sergeant Scruffy? Where's Dad?!" Sergeant Scruffy pays the questions no mind. "We can't rest here, Sergeant Scruffy! These are train tracks! We have to keep going." Again, the dog stares straight ahead. "Did... did you lose the scent? Do you need a Dad refresher?" Bob bends down and extends the dildo in front of the dog's face. Seeing the dildo coming, Sergeant Scruffy instantly turns his head away. As Bob pulls the dildo away, Sergeant Scruffy meets his gaze. Bob sees... nothing but pain. A vast, unimaginable pain in the dog's eyes. "Sergeant... Scruffy?" Bob calls meekly. The dog looks at the dildo, then to Bob. Back to the dildo, back to Bob. Bob timidly brings the dildo to his own nose, and takes a whiff. A putrid, hope-ending fragrance clouds Bob's mind. His vision starts to blur, then pulse in and out. Bob takes a couple steps backwards and clumsily takes a seat on the hill, afraid of fainting onto the train tracks. Sergeant Scruffy jogs over to Bob, lovingly kisses Bob's cheek, then returns to his seat on the tracks.. Bob gets it now. As a human, the temptation to throw himself onto the train tracks isn't overpowering but.... it's definitely there. A dog's sense of smell is over forty times greater than a human's. Bob might have the strength to continue on after smelling ten inches deep into his father's asshole, but Sergeant Scruffy does not. Bob gives a gentle tug on Sergeant Scruffy's leash. The dog does not budge. He turns and meets Bob's gaze. His dead-eyed stare wasn't determination at all. It was just deadness. Bob nods at his longtime friend. They are just two creatures who have both smelled a horrible dildo, and fully understand each other. Bob walks over to Sergeant Scruffy and gives him one last hug. He takes a couple steps back and brings his hand to his brow. Sergeant Scruffy brings a paw to his forehead. The two children of the great Captain Denbow give each other a final salute. As Bob ascends the hill, he hears the faint whistle of an oncoming train. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/19/20 3:03:40 PM #11:	@OpenShut @OffTempo Come read your story before it's undoubtedly removed. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937700104] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>@OpenShut @OffTempo Come read your story before it's undoubtedly removed. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OpenShut 04/19/20 3:17:20 PM #12:	Holy shit, that was amazing <cite>OpenShut posted [p:937700885] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Holy shit, that was amazing </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/19/20 4:11:56 PM #13:	OpenShut posted... Holy shit, that was amazing The praise is yours. It was your prompt, my son. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937703916] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>OpenShut posted... </cite> <quote>Holy shit, that was amazing </quote> The praise is yours. It was your prompt, my son. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Parappa09 04/19/20 4:14:45 PM #14:	TC is a confirmed genius imho --- https://imgur.com/uUaFvGj <cite>Parappa09 posted [p:937704084] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>TC is a confirmed genius imho </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
MrMallard 04/19/20 4:46:38 PM #15:	That was incredible, TC --- So you don't get to be a saint, martyrs never last this long Now Playing: Skyrim, Final Fantasy X-2 <cite>MrMallard posted [p:937705777] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>That was incredible, TC </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Daffadilio 04/19/20 5:35:37 PM #16:	Wow. --- You remind me of the times when I knew who I was... <cite>Daffadilio posted [p:937708383] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Wow. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/19/20 10:14:49 PM #17:	obeseexplosive posted... A guy named slim who goes on whacky shenanigans cause of a necromancer >=I No lie, it took me two full days to realize this was referencing my own unfinished CYOA. Parappa09 posted... TC is a confirmed genius imho Please see the above. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937722948] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>obeseexplosive posted... </cite> <quote>A guy named slim who goes on whacky shenanigans cause of a necromancer >=I</quote> No lie, it took me two full days to realize this was referencing my own unfinished CYOA. Parappa09 posted... </cite> <quote>TC is a confirmed genius imho</quote> Please see the above. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
DrizztLink 04/19/20 10:18:34 PM #18:	good lord --- http://guidesmedia.ign.com/guides/9846/images/slowpoke.gif https://imgur.com/M8h2ATe https://imgur.com/6ezFwG1 <cite>DrizztLink posted [p:937723130] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>good lord </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
obeseexplosive 04/20/20 2:23:56 PM #19:	Tee-hee --- Skittle farting unicorn in a hot pink tutu. <cite>obeseexplosive posted [p:937758508] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Tee-hee </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/20/20 2:49:04 PM #20:	God damn that was a way better story than I thought you were gonna come up with. You had me feeling like the story was so real and serious and I forgot it was about a dildo and then the part with the attic came and I died of laughter. I could see some mid 40s man with a single tear down his eyes looking at his wife saying "Someday I'm gonna do it, baby. I'm gonna do it for us" and that had me rolling. Confused on the ending though probably bcs I'm just stupid but did Bob commit un-living or did he continue the scent trail by himself because the dog couldn't? --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:937760001] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>God damn that was a way better story than I thought you were gonna come up with. You had me feeling like the story was so real and serious and I forgot it was about a dildo and then the part with the attic came and I died of laughter. I could see some mid 40s man with a single tear down his eyes looking at his wife saying "Someday I'm gonna do it, baby. I'm gonna do it for us" and that had me rolling. Confused on the ending though probably bcs I'm just stupid but did Bob commit un-living or did he continue the scent trail by himself because the dog couldn't? </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/20/20 2:57:18 PM #21:	WAIT! This is Hotlap as in THE HOTLAP?!?? As in the creator of the Necromancer CYOA with the revived zombie and the kid and zombie's living ex wife??? How did I not realize this. Dude I hope you're doing good and life is treating you well. Thanks for coming back and doing this whole writing thing again I genuinely enjoyed reading your pieces. --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:937760461] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>WAIT! This is Hotlap as in THE HOTLAP?!?? As in the creator of the Necromancer CYOA with the revived zombie and the kid and zombie's living ex wife??? How did I not realize this. Dude I hope you're doing good and life is treating you well. Thanks for coming back and doing this whole writing thing again I genuinely enjoyed reading your pieces. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/20/20 3:37:36 PM #22:	OffTempo posted... WAIT! This is Hotlap as in THE HOTLAP?!?? As in the creator of the Necromancer CYOA with the revived zombie and the kid and zombie's living ex wife??? How did I not realize this. Dude I hope you're doing good and life is treating you well. Thanks for coming back and doing this whole writing thing again I genuinely enjoyed reading your pieces. Thanks man, I appreciate that! My track record on finishing CYOAs is very poor so I figured Id try this out. As for the ending, Bob did not commit un-living, he climbed back up the hill. There never was a scent trail, Sergeant Scruffy smelled the dildo and instantly ran to the train tracks to die. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937762711] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>OffTempo posted... </cite> <quote>WAIT! This is Hotlap as in THE HOTLAP?!?? As in the creator of the Necromancer CYOA with the revived zombie and the kid and zombie's living ex wife??? How did I not realize this. Dude I hope you're doing good and life is treating you well. Thanks for coming back and doing this whole writing thing again I genuinely enjoyed reading your pieces.</quote> Thanks man, I appreciate that! My track record on finishing CYOAs is very poor so I figured Id try this out. As for the ending, Bob did not commit un-living, he climbed back up the hill. There never was a scent trail, Sergeant Scruffy smelled the dildo and instantly ran to the train tracks to die. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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OffTempo 04/20/20 3:43:09 PM #24:	Oh my god that makes the ending so much more funnier and kind of sad since a good dog died. Good work. --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:937763025] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Oh my god that makes the ending so much more funnier and kind of sad since a good dog died. Good work. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/21/20 11:37:36 PM #25:	Ill write about Florida Man tomorrow. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937852944] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Ill write about Florida Man tomorrow. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/22/20 1:30:28 AM #26:	Lets go! --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:937857320] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Lets go! </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
AlisLandale 04/22/20 1:31:55 AM #27:	If youre still accepting: Alis is stranded in a spooky town. --- https://imgur.com/mptS9Qj <cite>AlisLandale posted [p:937857360] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>If youre still accepting: Alis is stranded in a spooky town. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
teepan95 04/22/20 1:41:12 AM #28:	Tag That was amazing, as usual! --- https://imgur.com/NlyIzM6 ~ Lara Croft and I, as drawn by Harpie! <cite>teepan95 posted [p:937857627] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Tag That was amazing, as usual!</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/23/20 12:08:12 AM #29:	Took me a while to figure out what I wanted to write for Florida Man, unfortunately I dont have time to type it out tonight. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:937916436] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Took me a while to figure out what I wanted to write for Florida Man, unfortunately I dont have time to type it out tonight. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/23/20 1:11:26 AM #30:	Dang all good man --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:937918930] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Dang all good man </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
YugiNoob 04/24/20 3:26:14 AM #31:	Can't wait to know what kind of hijinks he gets into :3 --- Bun bun :3 <cite>YugiNoob posted [p:937986608] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Can't wait to know what kind of hijinks he gets into :3 </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
AirFresh 04/24/20 3:34:53 AM #32:	@MabusIncarnate check this topic out --- AirFresh - Voted the hottest content creator on The FAQs' #KeepItFresh <cite>AirFresh posted [p:937986857] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>@MabusIncarnate check this topic out </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Parappa09 04/24/20 3:58:52 AM #33:	this is why you corner TC while he's drunk --- https://imgur.com/uUaFvGj <cite>Parappa09 posted [p:937987456] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>this is why you corner TC while he's drunk </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/24/20 2:31:57 PM #34:	For real --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:938010819] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>For real </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/25/20 6:16:50 PM #35:	Probably can update tomorrow afternoon. Not sure if it's gonna be Florida Man or the garage. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938082507] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Probably can update tomorrow afternoon. Not sure if it's gonna be Florida Man or the garage. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Parappa09 04/25/20 6:49:43 PM #36:	you not drinking tonight? --- https://imgur.com/uUaFvGj <cite>Parappa09 posted [p:938084414] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>you not drinking tonight? </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/25/20 7:40:42 PM #37:	Oh I'm drinking right now. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938087141] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Oh I'm drinking right now. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Parappa09 04/25/20 7:43:12 PM #38:	i'm with ya bud --- https://imgur.com/uUaFvGj <cite>Parappa09 posted [p:938087263] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>i'm with ya bud </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/25/20 8:50:53 PM #39:	Parappa09 posted... i'm with ya bud Ooooh baby we drinking tonight. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938090685] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Parappa09 posted... </cite> <quote>i'm with ya bud </quote> Ooooh baby we drinking tonight. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/26/20 7:43:45 PM #40:	booyah --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:938144413] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>booyah </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/27/20 12:55:57 AM #41:	cuttin_in_farm posted... A man is trapped inside his own garage. I don't know how long I've been in here. Hell, it's been so long I've forgotten why I'm in here. Did I lock myself in here or was I shoved in here and forgotten? Well, whoever did put me in here clearly wanted me alive. The mattress from my spare bedroom was dragged in here, there's an industrial size freezer that's been stocked with months of food, and a pump in the corner that's bringing clean water in from somewhere. Every night I try to see if the doors will open. First, the garage door. Taking a wide stance, I squat down, grab the handle and strain upwards as hard as I can. But it's always weighed down by something on the other side. Next, I try the door to my mud room. I turn the knob and slam my shoulder against whatever's barricading me in, but I've never even felt it budge. I haven't heard anything from inside or outside this garage in weeks. If Maddie and the kids were inside, I would have heard by now. I have no idea where they are. The last time I cried about that was two weeks ago. For a while there wasn't a day that went by that didn't result in my face turning red hot before I threw myself into a sobbing pile on the secondhand mattress. Eventually I realized if I'm going to make it through this, I gotta stay mentally strong. "You are not doing that. You have never done that." If I bawl my eyes out every day I'm going to go insane. I started to look for a silver lining. Wherever they are, they're probably all together. The car's not in the garage, maybe they have it. And hopefully are on their way back to me. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." It definitely gets boring in here day after day, but I have a few ways to pass the time. There's an old CRT television in here with a DVD player and a PlayStation 2 hooked up to it. There's stack of books on a shelf by my bed. "And how many books have you read in the months you've been in here?" Oh my God, what is your problem? "What's my problem? What's your problem? Acting like a Youtube influencer or some shit. 'Hello everybody, welcome back to my solitude. Here are all the books I definitely read. Check out how strong my mental health is.' It's bullshit and you know it." I'm not even doing anything. Can you just fucking chill for a second? "Exactly. You never do anything." What do you want me to do? I'm literally locked in here. "How about a push up? How about reading a book? How about any form of self-improvement? You've probably played like a thousand games of MVP Baseball 2005 since you've been in here. How many times have you watched through all of Scrubs?" I don't get why you always tear into me like this. Scrubs is a great show. You treat me like I'm some kind of monster, but I'm not a bad guy. "And I don't get why you're hanging your hat on not being a bad guy like it's something that deserves to be celebrated. Not being a bad guy doesn't mean you're a good guy. Why don't you open up the freezer if you want to show everyone what kind of guy you are." Being locked in here is stressful. I'm coping with it the best that I can. "Look at the trash corner. Show 'em." I'm not gonna look at the trash corner. "Fine, have it your way. But until you do, I'm gonna do this. JeReMY sPoKe In ClAaAaSs ToDaAaAaY EH EH EH EH EH EH-" I walk over to the industrial freezer and rip the door open. One side is nearly empty. There's half a bag of Tyson chicken nuggets. A couple boxes of Hot Pockets.The left side is basically a comfort food section. Nobody makes it through isolation without eating some garbage and a microwave is all I have in here to cook anything. "Mmhmm. What about the right side though?" The right side is essentially untouched. It's stuffed with frozen vegetables, meals like mushroom green bean risotto, and bags of fruit. "Now look at the trash corner." The trash corner is a mountain of left side boxes. Hot Pockets, pizza rolls, bagel bites - basically anything that has bread, sauce, and cheese or is some kind of breaded chicken. "You've done nothing in here but eat junk food and play video games and you have the audacity to cry that you don't know where your wife is. How many married guys do you know that haven't eaten a vegetable in a month?" I don't know, dude. Okay? Am I only allowed to be sad if I do 500 squats and eat a bag of brussel sprouts? I CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE. It's stressful. "Yeah yeah, you've already said that. And what was so stressful about your life before all of this?" What are you trying to say? "This isn't exactly new behavior, is it? Sure, you'd eat vegetables that Maddie cooked for you, but when left to your own devices you'd pretty much revert to your current eating habits. You never learned to cook very well and working with fresh vegetables 'intimidated' you. Like boiling corn on the cob was on par with fighting a wolf. Remember the spaghetti squash?" I bought a spaghetti squash before this all started. I remember my dad used to cook it for us all the time when I was a kid. I loved the stringy, garlicky, buttery goodness and wanted to share it with Maddie and the kids. I never knew how to make it, but when I bought it I was determined to learn. I was so pleased with myself that I celebrated buying the squash with a six pack of a fancy craft beer. I put it on the counter by the coffee pot so I'd see it every day, you know? Maddie would ask if I wanted to make it tonight, and I'd always push it off. Eventually it went bad. By the time I threw it away, I... uh... "You never even asked your dad for the recipe." No. Maddie was disappointed. "She was disgusted. She watched the father of her children slam six beers because he bought a vegetable he let spoil. And now all you have to do to eat a vegetable is press a button on the microwave, and you still can't do it. Have you ever wondered why you play that fifteen year old video game so much?" It's nostalgic for me. "Nostalgic for a time when you had zero responsibilities? Maybe. It's also because you're good at it. You can win pretty much every game with little effort. It's not challenging. That's why you marathon DVDs instead of reading a book. And it's why there's no way in hell Maddie's coming back." --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938158992] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>cuttin_in_farm posted... </cite> <quote>A man is trapped inside his own garage.</quote> I don't know how long I've been in here. Hell, it's been so long I've forgotten why I'm in here. Did I lock myself in here or was I shoved in here and forgotten? Well, whoever did put me in here clearly wanted me alive. The mattress from my spare bedroom was dragged in here, there's an industrial size freezer that's been stocked with months of food, and a pump in the corner that's bringing clean water in from somewhere. Every night I try to see if the doors will open. First, the garage door. Taking a wide stance, I squat down, grab the handle and strain upwards as hard as I can. But it's always weighed down by something on the other side. Next, I try the door to my mud room. I turn the knob and slam my shoulder against whatever's barricading me in, but I've never even felt it budge. I haven't heard anything from inside or outside this garage in weeks. If Maddie and the kids were inside, I would have heard by now. I have no idea where they are. The last time I cried about that was two weeks ago. For a while there wasn't a day that went by that didn't result in my face turning red hot before I threw myself into a sobbing pile on the secondhand mattress. Eventually I realized if I'm going to make it through this, I gotta stay mentally strong. "You are not doing that. You have never done that." If I bawl my eyes out every day I'm going to go insane. I started to look for a silver lining. Wherever they are, they're probably all together. The car's not in the garage, maybe they have it. And hopefully are on their way back to me. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." It definitely gets boring in here day after day, but I have a few ways to pass the time. There's an old CRT television in here with a DVD player and a PlayStation 2 hooked up to it. There's stack of books on a shelf by my bed. "And how many books have you read in the months you've been in here?" Oh my God, what is your problem? "What's my problem? What's your problem? Acting like a Youtube influencer or some shit. 'Hello everybody, welcome back to my solitude. Here are all the books I definitely read. Check out how strong my mental health is.' It's bullshit and you know it." I'm not even doing anything. Can you just fucking chill for a second? "Exactly. You never do anything." What do you want me to do? I'm literally locked in here. "How about a push up? How about reading a book? How about any form of self-improvement? You've probably played like a thousand games of MVP Baseball 2005 since you've been in here. How many times have you watched through all of Scrubs?" I don't get why you always tear into me like this. Scrubs is a great show. You treat me like I'm some kind of monster, but I'm not a bad guy. "And I don't get why you're hanging your hat on not being a bad guy like it's something that deserves to be celebrated. Not being a bad guy doesn't mean you're a good guy. Why don't you open up the freezer if you want to show everyone what kind of guy you are." Being locked in here is stressful. I'm coping with it the best that I can. "Look at the trash corner. Show 'em." I'm not gonna look at the trash corner. "Fine, have it your way. But until you do, I'm gonna do this. JeReMY sPoKe In ClAaAaSs ToDaAaAaY EH EH EH EH EH EH-" I walk over to the industrial freezer and rip the door open. One side is nearly empty. There's half a bag of Tyson chicken nuggets. A couple boxes of Hot Pockets.The left side is basically a comfort food section. Nobody makes it through isolation without eating some garbage and a microwave is all I have in here to cook anything. "Mmhmm. What about the right side though?" The right side is essentially untouched. It's stuffed with frozen vegetables, meals like mushroom green bean risotto, and bags of fruit. "Now look at the trash corner." The trash corner is a mountain of left side boxes. Hot Pockets, pizza rolls, bagel bites - basically anything that has bread, sauce, and cheese or is some kind of breaded chicken. "You've done nothing in here but eat junk food and play video games and you have the audacity to cry that you don't know where your wife is. How many married guys do you know that haven't eaten a vegetable in a month?" I don't know, dude. Okay? Am I only allowed to be sad if I do 500 squats and eat a bag of brussel sprouts? I CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE. It's stressful. "Yeah yeah, you've already said that. And what was so stressful about your life before all of this?" What are you trying to say? "This isn't exactly new behavior, is it? Sure, you'd eat vegetables that Maddie cooked for you, but when left to your own devices you'd pretty much revert to your current eating habits. You never learned to cook very well and working with fresh vegetables 'intimidated' you. Like boiling corn on the cob was on par with fighting a wolf. Remember the spaghetti squash?" I bought a spaghetti squash before this all started. I remember my dad used to cook it for us all the time when I was a kid. I loved the stringy, garlicky, buttery goodness and wanted to share it with Maddie and the kids. I never knew how to make it, but when I bought it I was determined to learn. I was so pleased with myself that I celebrated buying the squash with a six pack of a fancy craft beer. I put it on the counter by the coffee pot so I'd see it every day, you know? Maddie would ask if I wanted to make it tonight, and I'd always push it off. Eventually it went bad. By the time I threw it away, I... uh... "You never even asked your dad for the recipe." No. Maddie was disappointed. "She was disgusted. She watched the father of her children slam six beers because he bought a vegetable he let spoil. And now all you have to do to eat a vegetable is press a button on the microwave, and you still can't do it. Have you ever wondered why you play that fifteen year old video game so much?" It's nostalgic for me. "Nostalgic for a time when you had zero responsibilities? Maybe. It's also because you're good at it. You can win pretty much every game with little effort. It's not challenging. That's why you marathon DVDs instead of reading a book. And it's why there's no way in hell Maddie's coming back." </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/27/20 12:56:12 AM #42:	Why do you say that? We have fucking kids, she's not just going to leave me locked in a garage. "And what a great role model to those children you are. Meanwhile she's always striving for something better. Gunning for a promotion, learning a foreign language, hell - she volunteered at a law office FOR FUN. She has always been willing to put in the hard work. But you?... I have no idea what's going on outside this garage. The one thing I'm absolutely sure of is that if you locked yourself in here, it was clearly the easier option. You pathetic fucking loser." Jesus Christ what's so wrong with being content? So what if I don't want more responsibility? You ready, asshole? Here are my goals. I want to lay in hammock on a Saturday afternoon. I want those TV style neighbors where we're so close we can drop in unannounced. I want hear about my wife's day when she comes through the door. I want to snuggle with my kids under a fluffy blanket and show them a movie I loved when I was their age. I want to watch a football game with my dad and have a few laughs. I want to take the same vacation to someone else's lake house every summer. I want to do nothing because some of the best memories I have are of doing nothing with people I love. Don't get me wrong, I love how ambitious Maddie is. That's why we work. She's striving for the future, and I keep us in the now. She pushes me to be better and I keep her grounded. "... You know some people consider being grounded a punishment, right?" Hey FUCK YOU, man. "No fuck you, you lazy piece of shit. Bending over backwards to try to justify your own unwillingness to improve." Well, fucking explain you then. "I'm the part of you that's fed up with your bullshit. I'm the part of you that doesn't want to eat reheated food in an unheated garage until we die. I'm the part of you that would get shit done if you let me. I'm probably what made your wife so successful." If you're what's in her head, she needs me more than I previously thought possible. "Well if she's waiting for you to come through, she'll be waiting a long time. Needing you might as well be a death sentence." So what's your solution? Berate me until I put a bullet through the both of us. "That certainly would be the easiest option, wouldn't it?" It would shut you up. "I just want you to give a shit. I'm fucking you, smart guy. If you think I'm mean, it's clearly because you think you deserve the abuse." ...Maybe you're right. "Fucking duh, dipshit." Well, half-right maybe. You're mainly just a cruel prick, but... I reopen the freezer, grab a bag of frozen green beans, and toss them in the microwave. While they're cooking, I lower myself to the dusty floor and start doing push-ups. "Form's not great, but-" Don't. "Okay." You may be right about my recent complacency, but you're dead wrong about Maddie. She needs me. And I need her. It's about time we get back to her, wherever she may be. "Okay. There's a sledgehammer leaning against the wall. Let's bash a hole in the side of this bitch." Shit, I kept trying the doors because I could at least close those again. Sledgehammering the wall seems kinda final. "I think we're done with this place, don't you?" I grab the sledgehammer and start bashing into the back wall. Before long, I've got a hole large enough to peer through and see into my backyard. It's been so long since I've seen anything outside of this room. Smiling, my eyes glance over the plastic chairs around the fire pit, the kids' swingset, and the group of rotting corpses that were attracted to the noise and have gathered behind the chainlink fence. "Oh SHIT, it was fucking ZOMBIES, bro. Thaaaaat's why we're in here. Okay, okay, okay. I... I was way in the wrong here. We actually have a pretty sweet set up." I take a step back, bring the hammer around, and slam a couple more inches of hole into the wall. "Whoa, whoa, hey. I get it. You don't have anything else to prove to me. We didn't even eat our green beans yet." Another whack. More debris breaks loose. "Did you not hear me when I said ZOMBIES?" Finally, enough of the wall has broken away that I can easily wedge myself through into the backyard. Yep. I heard you. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938159003] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Why do you say that? We have fucking kids, she's not just going to leave me locked in a garage. "And what a great role model to those children you are. Meanwhile she's always striving for something better. Gunning for a promotion, learning a foreign language, hell - she volunteered at a law office FOR FUN. She has always been willing to put in the hard work. But you?... I have no idea what's going on outside this garage. The one thing I'm absolutely sure of is that if you locked yourself in here, it was clearly the easier option. You pathetic fucking loser." Jesus Christ what's so wrong with being content? So what if I don't want more responsibility? You ready, asshole? Here are my goals. I want to lay in hammock on a Saturday afternoon. I want those TV style neighbors where we're so close we can drop in unannounced. I want hear about my wife's day when she comes through the door. I want to snuggle with my kids under a fluffy blanket and show them a movie I loved when I was their age. I want to watch a football game with my dad and have a few laughs. I want to take the same vacation to someone else's lake house every summer. I want to do nothing because some of the best memories I have are of doing nothing with people I love. Don't get me wrong, I love how ambitious Maddie is. That's why we work. She's striving for the future, and I keep us in the now. She pushes me to be better and I keep her grounded. "... You know some people consider being grounded a punishment, right?" Hey FUCK YOU, man. "No fuck you, you lazy piece of shit. Bending over backwards to try to justify your own unwillingness to improve." Well, fucking explain you then. "I'm the part of you that's fed up with your bullshit. I'm the part of you that doesn't want to eat reheated food in an unheated garage until we die. I'm the part of you that would get shit done if you let me. I'm probably what made your wife so successful." If you're what's in her head, she needs me more than I previously thought possible. "Well if she's waiting for you to come through, she'll be waiting a long time. Needing you might as well be a death sentence." So what's your solution? Berate me until I put a bullet through the both of us. "That certainly would be the easiest option, wouldn't it?" It would shut you up. "I just want you to give a shit. I'm fucking you, smart guy. If you think I'm mean, it's clearly because you think you deserve the abuse." ...Maybe you're right. "Fucking duh, dipshit." Well, half-right maybe. You're mainly just a cruel prick, but... I reopen the freezer, grab a bag of frozen green beans, and toss them in the microwave. While they're cooking, I lower myself to the dusty floor and start doing push-ups. "Form's not great, but-" Don't. "Okay." You may be right about my recent complacency, but you're dead wrong about Maddie. She needs me. And I need her. It's about time we get back to her, wherever she may be. "Okay. There's a sledgehammer leaning against the wall. Let's bash a hole in the side of this bitch." Shit, I kept trying the doors because I could at least close those again. Sledgehammering the wall seems kinda final. "I think we're done with this place, don't you?" I grab the sledgehammer and start bashing into the back wall. Before long, I've got a hole large enough to peer through and see into my backyard. It's been so long since I've seen anything outside of this room. Smiling, my eyes glance over the plastic chairs around the fire pit, the kids' swingset, and the group of rotting corpses that were attracted to the noise and have gathered behind the chainlink fence. "Oh SHIT, it was fucking ZOMBIES, bro. Thaaaaat's why we're in here. Okay, okay, okay. I... I was way in the wrong here. We actually have a pretty sweet set up." I take a step back, bring the hammer around, and slam a couple more inches of hole into the wall. "Whoa, whoa, hey. I get it. You don't have anything else to prove to me. We didn't even eat our green beans yet." Another whack. More debris breaks loose. "Did you not hear me when I said ZOMBIES?" Finally, enough of the wall has broken away that I can easily wedge myself through into the backyard. Yep. I heard you. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/27/20 1:51:55 PM #43:	Forgot to tag @cuttin_in_farm . Here is your over dramatic garage story. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938184699] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Forgot to tag @cuttin_in_farm . Here is your over dramatic garage story. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
cuttin_in_farm 04/27/20 2:08:49 PM #44:	What in the fuck lol. The voice in the head was totally hitting too close to home. But Im impressed you actually did it. It has no material lol. I like these plot twists at the end. This was actually a prompt a friend gave me, and I was curious how someone else would tackle it. This was before I saw how creative and out there you story went with the dildo one. Nice work! I appreciate the laughs since this remote work is depressing. --- A show of kindness may not do much help, but a show of cruelty may do much harm. <cite>cuttin_in_farm posted [p:938185792] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>What in the fuck lol. The voice in the head was totally hitting too close to home. But Im impressed you actually did it. It has no material lol. I like these plot twists at the end. This was actually a prompt a friend gave me, and I was curious how someone else would tackle it. This was before I saw how creative and out there you story went with the dildo one. Nice work! I appreciate the laughs since this remote work is depressing. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/27/20 8:42:59 PM #45:	cuttin_in_farm posted... What in the fuck lol. The voice in the head was totally hitting too close to home. But Im impressed you actually did it. It has no material lol. I like these plot twists at the end. This was actually a prompt a friend gave me, and I was curious how someone else would tackle it. This was before I saw how creative and out there you story went with the dildo one. Nice work! I appreciate the laughs since this remote work is depressing. I liked the prompt, it was specific but also vague enough to get weird with it. Howd you tackle the prompt yourself? I hear you on the remote work, man. I honestly cant remember the last time I used my car. Its probably been at least a month. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938209149] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>cuttin_in_farm posted... </cite> <quote>What in the fuck lol. The voice in the head was totally hitting too close to home. But Im impressed you actually did it. It has no material lol. I like these plot twists at the end. This was actually a prompt a friend gave me, and I was curious how someone else would tackle it. This was before I saw how creative and out there you story went with the dildo one. Nice work! I appreciate the laughs since this remote work is depressing.</quote> I liked the prompt, it was specific but also vague enough to get weird with it. Howd you tackle the prompt yourself? I hear you on the remote work, man. I honestly cant remember the last time I used my car. Its probably been at least a month. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/28/20 4:45:31 PM #46:	That was pretty good. I like the twist at the end. Prior to that it made me remember of this service I heard on the news where you hire people to kidnap you. Its not as weird as it sounds? Like you would tell them that you want to loose weight and they would kidnap you and lock you in a basement with nothing but a bed and a treadmill aside from basic food necessities. I thought thats where you were going with the story. --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:938257948] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>That was pretty good. I like the twist at the end. Prior to that it made me remember of this service I heard on the news where you hire people to kidnap you. Its not as weird as it sounds? Like you would tell them that you want to loose weight and they would kidnap you and lock you in a basement with nothing but a bed and a treadmill aside from basic food necessities. I thought thats where you were going with the story. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 04/30/20 12:03:42 AM #47:	Thats the most buckwild shit Ive heard in a long time. What happens if you dont lose weight? Do they just keep you in there forever? --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:938344801] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Thats the most buckwild shit Ive heard in a long time. What happens if you dont lose weight? Do they just keep you in there forever? </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/30/20 6:56:14 PM #48:	https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2005/sep/20/art "While kidnapping dominates perceptions of his company, Enright is keen to establish that VAS offers a host of 'customised reality adventures', or real-life video games. 'Some people are lonely and want to make friends,' says Enright. 'There was a woman who wanted to lose weight,' says Paus. (VAS incarcerated her in a basement for four weeks, with only an exercise bike for company.) Some people want to be stalked, others want 'to feel like they're slowly going crazy'. After drawing up legal contracts detailing what they can and can't get away with, Enright and Paus bring these fantasies to life, with the help of hired actors and locations. (The usual request of their celebrity clients, they say, is "to go to a place where no one knows them". Naturally, these clients insist on confidentiality.)" Pretty sure thats the one I'm thinking of. I remember seeing something about it on a Snapchat news article thing. --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:938390799] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2005/sep/20/art "While kidnapping dominates perceptions of his company, Enright is keen to establish that VAS offers a host of 'customised reality adventures', or real-life video games. 'Some people are lonely and want to make friends,' says Enright. 'There was a woman who wanted to lose weight,' says Paus. (VAS incarcerated her in a basement for four weeks, with only an exercise bike for company.) Some people want to be stalked, others want 'to feel like they're slowly going crazy'. After drawing up legal contracts detailing what they can and can't get away with, Enright and Paus bring these fantasies to life, with the help of hired actors and locations. (The usual request of their celebrity clients, they say, is "to go to a place where no one knows them". Naturally, these clients insist on confidentiality.)" Pretty sure thats the one I'm thinking of. I remember seeing something about it on a Snapchat news article thing. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
sLaCkEr408___RJ 04/30/20 6:58:41 PM #49:	Man with seven kids and three baby mamas <cite>sLaCkEr408___RJ posted [p:938390934] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>Man with seven kids and three baby mamas </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
OffTempo 04/30/20 7:18:31 PM #50:	My suggestion is a man who commits a heinous crime but its not what it seems --- Interviewer: "You're not even a superhero you're more of a vampire slayer." Blade: "Don't do that" <cite>OffTempo posted [p:938392015] in Gimme a pr... [t:78596805]...</cite> <quote>My suggestion is a man who commits a heinous crime but its not what it seems </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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