Hey SKL, or "All's fair in love and MURDER"
 

...

There.

Happy now?

SKL IS MY SECRET LOVER!!!!!!!!!!!11


Kay. Thanks.

Dear SKL,

The payment is in the mail. Please return my daughter to me.

Sincerely,
Archdeco

The fact that you KNOWINGLY sadi this to the resident psycho-perv, and that you specifically said daughter..

Will now provide me with ENDLESS amounts of hilarity.

ENDLESS.

omg naked gundam ololo

My errection smiles at the children.

No SKL! NOOOOOOOOOO!!

Oh. My. GOD.
LMAO

No one cares about your erection.

YOUR USER TITLE IS FROM ZIGGY STARDUST MUCH LIKE MINE
POSER



BUT IT IS AWESOME

SKL, suck it. Bitch.

In a flash, Archdeco came to the realization that his beloved "daughter" would not be returned to his loving, loving arms. He decided to take matters into his own hands.

Donning his billowing cape, lion-head cane and feathered cavalier hat, he stormed into his Weapons Room. He knew only one weapon would do for the occasion; his trusty axe. He grabbed it and made his way for Awesomeville USA.

You made my day.
Marry me?

Sorry dear, but my heart belongs to another, and if SKL plays along, you'll find out who.

He has a thing for his daughter.

*giggles!!!*

I love you guys.

Way to use spoiler tags, ass.

I don't even know if we HAVE them.

Hey, to defend Arch: His daughter has some nice tits for a five year old.

Excuse me princess Archdeco. I just took an educated guess.

As he rode off towards Awesomeville, he felt as though he was riding into his very past. He and Skullkid had been bitter rivals in what seems like another lifetime.

But he thought that SKL was done for after the fight atop the perilous Mount Hillary Duff. He had watched as SKL and his trusty canine companion Fury sank into the flabby flabby depths. No one has ever been recorded surviving that.

He looked upon his tired, scarred hands, and knew that he had to find a new life for himself, away from the horrendous killing and dueling. He got on the next plane off that godforsaken lump of flesh and never looked back.

But perhaps that was his downfall. SKL must have found himself an air pocket somewhere in the sweaty depths, and ate Fury for nourishment. Under these conditions, one could survive long enough for the flab to shift during one of her many, many eruptions. He must have been waiting for the right time to strike all these years...

GOD I'm bored.

And not once do you mention your sweet lovechild in that epic chapter.

I'm getting to that, but I'm waiting for SKL to catch on and write some shit from his perspective.

Shit man, did you just refer to my shit story?

Sniffing Arch's daughter's sweet hair, SKL thought of how this all started. It was back in high school and Arch and he were best buds. They did everything together, even showering. SKL and Arch were inseparable....until one day. Suddenly, Arch was shipped off to Vietnam. Being an angsty teenager who just lost his friend, SKL did what anyone else would do: He turned to sex.

Unknown to SKL, one of the many women he sexorcised was Arch's step-father. When Arch returned from Nam, he was furious. How could his best buddy end up in a six-man gang-bang with his father?

And then the climax on Mount Hillary Duff. Arch had thought he finished his rival off as SKL fell off of the errect nipple into the flabby flabs of flab. Just before that, SKL's furry companion, Fury, had fallen into the same death trap. With a tear from his eye, Arch walked off from that life.

Thankfully, SKL had kept his pocket knife, so he was able to flood the fat with blood, which has some oxygen in it. Surviving on this and Fury's meaty muscles which he cooked over the sweltering heat of the fleshy fat of Mount Hillary Duff, he was able to make his way out nine days later.

Knowing that this meant war, SKL waited years for Arch to have his first daughter. It was only a matter of time now, thought SKL, as he kissed Arch's daughter's neck.

He was coming.

And so are you, apparently.

*rimshot*

ALL OVER HER FACE

Not only did you say coming but you said climax, too. Brilliant.

Finally, Deccus reached Awesomeville. He could already smell the vile stench of villiany wafting itself about. He remembered back to his high school years, when he and Skullkid would fight crime, side by side. He with his trusty axe, and Skullkid with his comically oversized penis, which worked as both a flail and lance, depending on the conditions.

He wondered how someone who was once such a good friend of his could sink so low. He knew Skullkid had changed forever when he had found out that his stepfather's kidneys and liver were both somehow stabbed from the inside. He knew this had to be the work of Skullkid, but he didn't want answers, he wanted revenge.

And yet, since Skullkid was reverting to such dastardly tactics, it would be foolhardy to rush in when he was the same as he always was. Deccus would need some insurance...

That vile stench of villiany was really starting to get to him.

And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He would find his insurance at King Nintendoid's Scat Shack.

Laying Deccus's daughter down for her afternoon nap, SKL went out onto his balcony. The sky was blue and the air smelt fresh after the rain that morning. However, that couldn't last, just like he couldn't always escape Deccus.

As he looked out into the distance, he saw smoke escape King Nintendoid's Scat Shack. Holding his nose, SKL went back into his abode and went downstairs to his phone, which had been ringing for a few minutes, the caller obviously not giving up. It was King Nintendoid.

"Hello?" asked SKL, peering into the corner of his eye, paranoid.
"IZ UR REFRIDGORATORZ RUNNING?!?!?!" replied an obviously drunk King Nintendoid.

Hanging up, SKL knew he should go make sure that his friend would not hurt himself in his drunken rage. Only a year before a not very social person's eye was stabbed out with a well-placed golden lemon thrown by King Nintendoid. Needing to avoid another accident, SKL hopped on his Segway and headed down to the scat shack.

Heading towards the epicenter from which the vile stench eminated, Deccus could not help but be a bit overwhelmed. He parked his horse Dunkinbean, put a few dollars worth of quarters in the meter and set off to examine the door.

Exactly as he had suspected. The lateral ends of the frame seemed to have be put through a great deal of punishment. Surely this was the work of his target. He put a clothespin over his nose and opened the door.

Immediately he noticed something odd about this resturant that exclusively served feces. The manager, King Nintendoid, whom I could tell it was because of his stylish nametag, was staggering around drunk as though to celebrate something. He was yelling something about getting "all those fargin' debts repayed, thanks to that glorious sea cow." This further fueled Deccus' enthusiasm.

Down an somewhat green hallway he saw a door left completely open. Small flecks of poo shot out of it from time to time, and munching and growling could be heard within. Deccus gathered his confidence and looked in the door.

Sitting in the room, on three massive chairs, was Skullkid's mother, eating shit as if not doing so would cause her to die. Deccus had met this hippopotamus of a woman before. Stories tell of how she was not human at all, but a creature borne from an extremely wide fissure of the earth. There is also a legend of how she would, in fact, eat her own shit until it became so concentrated that it gave birth to Skullkid in what top scientists called "an arcane anti-miracle". This was perhaps what attracted Deccus to him in the first place.

With a flash, he unveled a large fishnet and claimed the beast for his own. Thrashing about like a wild animal, Deccus wondered how, exactly, he would drag this pudding of a woman away. Sadly, he was forced to resort to a gift of one his old friends from Nam, Dragonair. He whipped out a pokeball and captured her.

Feeling the need to vomit more than ever, he ran out of the Scat Shack as fast as he could, mounted Dunkinbean, and rode as fast as he could for the nearest chemical shower.

My favorite part is where I mount Dunkinbean.

Parking his Segway in the parking lot, SKL saw a puddle of horse semen next to him. Either Cylas just had some fun with his life partner or Dunkinbean, Deccus's somewhat trusty stallion had just been there. Seeing a horrified little girl sitting on the stairs up to the Scat Shack, frozen in terror, SKL knew it was the latter, as Cylas and his sexual escapades were not at all uncommon. Walking inside, he looked back at the girl. As if helping her, he picked her up and carried her over to a bench inside the parlor. As he was removing her panties helping her, SKL remembered he first had to help his drunken friend.

Walking into the main restaurant, he saw King Nintendoid passed out on the floor in a small lake of a mixture of drool, beer, shit, and vomit. Nothing too unusual, and it seemed he hadn't harmed anyone. Thinking all was well, SKL turned to go. However, he spotted the door to his mother's room wide open. Sprinting over to her chambers, he saw a pile of turds yet uneaten and nothing more. Falling to his knees, he mourned the fact that Deccus had kidnapped the one person-thing he cared for besides little girls. However, this didn't last long, so he got up to go sex up help the little girl in front.

As soon as he was finished, helping, that is, SKL went outside and looked towards the shopping mall in the distance, which just so happened to house the only chemical shower in that particular time-zone.

Stepping onto his Segway, SKL set his journey towards Discombobulator Mall, named after the most powerful man in the city. Yes, Disco was the head of the school board. And SKL was headed towards his mall.

He needed some new shirts.

You still missed that webcam show. =)

It would not be long before SKL found out about his mother's capture. If not from the fact that the Scat Shack was one of his favorite places to crash for the night when he killed one too many criminals, then from the seismic activity that occured whenever his mother moved.

He rode quickly (though not as quickly as he would have liked; Dunkin seemed to be acting a bit sluggish) for Discombobulator Mall, a hangout for smalltime thugs the world over. Endless afternoons were spent here with SKL in their wonder years, bashing skulls and stabbing out eyes, etc. He stood in front of the door for a full minute, mostly because the wind was blowing and he wanted people to get the full effect of his billowing cape, and stepped inside.

The chemical shower, if one could call it that, was really more of a fountain. Deccus disrobed and dived withing its briny, yet shallow, depths. As his clean, naked, and let's face it, beautiful self emerged from within, he was greeted by two familiar faces. The broken noses were a dead giveaway (as were the stylish nametags). It was Zelda Master and The Master of Zelda, who had apparently not yet figured out that both their names were the same name and that both names sucked anyway.

They hopped up and down, pointing at Deccus' nude frame, grunting and shrieking, as is the wont of cavemen. Deccus could tell they were going to fling their own poo at him, the one substance he had just gone to great lengths to remove from his person, so he went to an old standby.

Having no desire to injure them, with revenge on SKL so close at hand, he remembered back to when they stormed in on him in a resturant while he was dating two women at once (do everything you see on TV, kids!). He did away with them with a simple limerick:

There once was a woman from Exider
And all the young men threw their sex at her.
Just to be crude, she lay in the nude,
and her parrot, a pervert, took pecks at her.

They lay on the ground gasping for air in sheer elation. The process of forgetting the limerick would take them hours as it played over and over in their heads. With his would-be attackers dispatched, Deccus knew he did not have long, despite the extremely slow speed of SKL's choice of transportation. He had, however, a means to get his "daughter" back, or at least do away with SKL for a time, so he looked for a place to pass the time until SKL arrived.

To Tempest's House of Ill Repute it was.

As his Segway chugged on, SKL joyously listened to music on his iPod. As Mr. Lennon sang "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds," so did he. Purposely reciting a line as "The girl with colitis goes by," SKL chuckled to himself at the mondegreen.

And still the Segway ran

and ran

and ran.

Finally, having moved only nine feet out of the required fifteen to the mall, SKL got off and set fire to the abomination. As it burned, he recited a haiku, the ritual which he was taught by his sensei, Kadino.

Segway you are bad
Shit on our precious land
Take away evil

Having done this, SKL moved on towards the entrance of the mall. Remembering the days gone by, the days when Deccus and he frequented this unholy land as crusaders of the light, he wept as he slammed his fist into the brick which created this monstrosity of monsters. Of course, mall security started to head towards him, so he went on inside.

His first instinct was the go to the Victoria's Secret on the second floor, as that was where he and his nemesis used to try on panties. Yet, that seemed a little too indiscreet. But, SKL was needed a new bra, so he headed that way.

Walking towards the store, he passed many others, of those being Tempest's House of Ill Repute and Dr Zayus's Chemical Fountain. Approaching the chemical shower, he encountered two men on the ground, in the fetal position and sucking their thumbs. Looking at their very fashionable name tags, he saw that they were actually the same person, each just being a different order of adjectives and nouns. Of course, he saw the look of pure, insane beauty in their eyes and knew they had just seen Deccus nude. A feeling of hatred and adoration bubbled up in him.

Then he went on towards Victoria's Secret.

Excellent. Now Mall Escapades are afoot!

Ah, Tempest's House of Ill Repute. In all his travels, including the period in Nam, he had never found a friendlier atmosphere. It's where everybody knows your name, even if you don't have a stylish nametag (The store is elusive and there may be a conspiracy to keep it from him). The housegoers all gave Deccus friendly waves, including the rather attractive woman dancing on stage. It was MysteriousGirl, clad in nothing but what looked like a handkerchief around her waist. Deccus was "familiar" with her, but they hadn't "talked" in a long time. Deccus flashed a crisp twenty and MysteriousGirl did what she did best.

You heard me.

Halfway through their "discussion", Deccus heard a rumbling, followed by what sounded like an explosion. He dashed outside, and saw something he would never forget.

A tall muscular man in a full coat of armor and a large sombrero in a fistfight with a man in a top hat, a monocle, a billowing cape somewhat like his own, and a positively villianous mustache. They traded blows for ten seconds, jumped through the roof, and flew away, still fighting.

Bits of building material began raining down, so Deccus ducked back inside for more "talking".

Do I get to be yiffed in this story at any time?

I eagerly await this happening.

Aww. This makes me giggle.
I love you guys.
For serious.

The best I get is my eye being ripped out.

Strolling into the store, SKL encountered a wide variety of bras, panties, and intimate apparel. While all of the women stared at the man, sniffing the panties on the rack, he knew better. Everyone knows that panties are just like produce.

Going more towards the back, the employees became even more scantly clad than before. While the breasts scared him, he went further and further, knowing what all of these women meant. And surely enough, at the back of the store was a door. To open a door means to turn the knob and push or pull. However, SKL was feeling pretty bad-ass, so he kicked the door in. Or, tried to. The door was steel, so it wasn't really affected. This was when it occured to him that he might want to use the knob.

Which he did.

And who else did he find behind the door than Discombobulator, sitting on a throne of nude women doing what all presidents of school boards do: Have wild sex with an endless amount of women. And SKL did what anyone else would do: He took out his camera.

But they're new...

Having done all that he thought was possible and nonlethal , Deccus gave MysteriousGirl a pat on the head and a 15% tip. He wondered what had been taking SKL for so long. He hadn't seen him go for the scantily clad cardboard ladies out front and even a Segway, which is powered by snails on hampster wheels, should have gotten here by now. The only thing that could possibly destract SKL from loose women wearing nothing but underwear was the underwear itself. He had almost decided to head for Vickie's Secret when something caught his eye.

Two large crates, marked simply "PILLS" in large, spraypainted letters, were wheeled into the back room. It was then that Deccus remembered something about this establishment that he hadn't learned until his days in The Nam: this very store was drug capital of the world.

Drugs, pills, hormones, and hallucinogens of all shapes and sizes, from all over the world, were brought here to be sorted and classified by the world's foremost drugologist, Tempest. Him giving your invention a good rating was the equivilent of an Oscar. The most odd thing about this area, however was that although drugs from all corners of the earth were brought here, few came out. The size of the crates peaked Deccus' curiosity, and he followed them. What he saw was indescribable.

The entire crates' contents, packing peanuts and all, was emptied into Tempest's gaping maw before Deccus' eyes. Tempest's eyes, however, didn't seem to be looking at anything. They were completely black. Deccus gathered that his pupils must have grown to consume the entirety of his eyballs. Drooling like an absent-minded toddler, Tempest mumbled in some odd language that Deccus could only assume sounded brilliant in his head. His assisstants were used to this, and wrote down notes defining the new drug and its qualities.

Deccus could take no more. He ran out of the establishment at top speed, or as fast as one can go when using a lion head-tipped cane.

Right then. Off to Vickie's Secret.

Disco, having his mouth, ahem, "full," nodded his head towards the door opposite of the way SKL came in. Wading through the orgy, SKL made his way towards the exit, which ended up not being an exit at all, but a staircase to the roof above.

As he ran up the stairs, SKL wondered why he was running from the man who had his mother. Then he realized that he had one fine loli back at his place. This made him stop, sit down on a stair, and furiously masturbate at the thought. Then he went on running up the stairs.

Why? Because all cool fights happen on roof-tops that happen to be really high up. Dude, SKL already ran up, like, ten flights of stairs. How tall is this fucking mall?

And then he ran through the door to the roof.

Through the hole in the roof created by those two Cadillacs of men, Deccus could spot his long-eluded target. A quick grappling hook later and they were staring each other in the face. The moment seemed to have lasted forever. A tumbleweed rolled by as Deccus' cape and SKL's comical penis flapped in the wind. Deccus unsheathed his mighty axe, licked his lips, and said his first real line of the whole story besides that crappy limerick.

"At this point I'm sure you're aware of what's in here," he said as he held out a bulging pokeball with his free hand, "and you know that you have two choices before you. Will you comply and take me to where my beloved is held, or are you going to try and fight me for this ball?"

Deccus knew his enemy. The excitement of the moment had gotten to him, but it had gotten to him a little early, it seems. Try as he might, SKL could not bring about his magnificent lance. Deccus guessed that he had probably mastrobated in the past few minutes. Without his lance, SKL would not be able to withstand the force from Deccus' might axe. SKL looked down at the ground and motioned Deccus to follow him to his Segway.

"This," spoke SKL in a murmer, pointing as his burning Segway, "IS A FUCKING WASTE OF MONEY!" With this he kicked the Segway and guided Deccus to his mansion.

SKL casually walked into his home with Deccus following. They made their way to the third-floor master bedroom, with Deccus's daughter on the bed, still sleeping. As Deccus ran to his daughter, SKL quickly darted into the closet. It was in there he changed from his normal street clothes, a red t-shirt and jean shorts, and donned his cobalt robe and grabbed his staff, not knowing what element it was.

When he stepped out, Deccus had his axe to SKL's throat.

Holy shit I am stickying this thread.


In that way.

Fucking cocks, why am I the Jabba the Hutt Drugologist?

Yeah, it's a real shame I don't want to make any jokes this low, or I'd pitch in. Sure would be nice to see something with this enthusiasm in the RP forum though.

"Do you think me a fool, SKL? Do you think I wouldn't be able to tell my own beloved from a fake?"

Apparently, "fake" was the word that activated this perversion of science, as the small robot sprouted a pair of gattling guns from its enormous (yet accurately sized) boobs. Deccus and SKL both hit the deck as it fired randomly into the air. In that one instant, they were a team again, but it would not last.

SKL concentrated as hard as he could at the horrible being of metal and pure logic. At her blond locks, innocent smile, and large knockers (trying very hard to ignore the parts that were trying to kill him at the moment). He concentrated until he thought he would burst a blood vessel. Suddenly, he felt a familiar tingle. The tingle that said The Lance was back.

Using the force of his wang, SKL sprang off the ground, 5 feet into the air, and relaxed, allowing for more "flexible" manuevers. Using his wang like a prehensile tail now, he grabbed his cane and threw it with the force of Mighty Thor, sending it through the abomonation's psuedo-skull.

All of this required a considerable amount of thought, and this allowed Deccus to formulate a somewhat brutish plan involving the nearby window. While SKL was still in the air somehow, Deccus grabbed his mighty tool (something which he is ashamed to say he has done many a time), spun him around a few times and chucked him out. Deccus knew this would not be his end, so he ran downstairs, knowing that the secondary master bedroom, where his precious is probably sleeping, is in the basement, near the dungeon.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw SKL slowing rise into the air by using his wang like a helicopter blade, but he shrugged it off.

Tempest: SKL's Mum is more like Jabba than you. You can just unhinge your jaw.

Like Tony Robbins.

We could move it to the RP board and retitle it.

Eh... I dunno, it feels more...fun here.

The next, intentional sequel will be held there.

When SKL was tossed out the window by his manhood, two thoughts struck him. One was "I wonder if I can still have sex with the robot." The other was, "Deccus has a pretty good grip." As you can see, none of these thoughts had anything to do with the falling aspect of the currrent situation. Without thinking, SKL's penis seemed to take on a mind of it's own and saved its owner from falling by quickly rotating its comically large body, thus creating a helicopter effect. It wasn't until safely back in the bedroom that SKL noticed he was falling, which caused him quiet a shock. That shock was broken by the sound of foot steps heading towards the dungeon.

Sliding down the banister, his wang now restored and helping him round the corners, SKL recalled that moment of peace with his mother's captor. Then it occurred to him that Deccus was exactly that: His mother's captor. And not only that, but he wanted to take such sweet loli ass away from him. The mother part he didn't much care for, but the loli!

Deccus rounded the corner to the secondary master bedroom, with SKL right behind him, wang and all.

And yeah, we need to retitle this, or at least the RP part. Give it a name or something.

I believe I leave the story as it is for the night. To make you people squirm.

Holy... shit.


I made this thead....


*passes out*


(and yes, me passing out isn't unusual :D)

No, you created it.

Deco and SKL made this thread.

Wow you guys high or something? I just scanned like a full page of bullshit.

This is the most fucking amazing thing I've ever read.

My favorite so far would be Tempest's house of ill repute.

If you can't see the brilliance of it then you're CRAZY.
Or something.

I just scanned one full post of GAY

MG's avatar is going to give me siezures. Either way I vomit in convulsive fits to the greater benefit of this thread.

Excellent.

As Deccus ran down the stairs at top cane-wielding speed, heart racing, he could swear he heard the sound of sliding and a slight "wheeeeee!" in the distance. This sound became considerably closer. At the very bottom of the stairs, he used his mighty axe to chop off the end of the banister, dashed into the secondary master bedroom, and slammed and locked the door. This would not hold him for long.

There she was. Sitting up in the bed like a little flower.

"Your knight has arrived, Zoragirl," I said with a slight bow. Although she appeared to be only five years old, that is only when her body stopped aging physically. She was, in fact, of legal age. It was really a miracle that Deccus had found her at the airport off of Mount Hillary Duff. She had all the appeal of a small child with none of the legal mess. Still, society frowned upon their love, so whenever they were to go out into public, she would masquerade as his daughter. Papers were forged, officials bribed, all for love.

"Quickly, my dear. Throw me your panties. It's for your safety," He assured her. She gave him a sly glance and did so. Deccus, after a quick whif, slid the garment under the door where SKL was surely attempting to bust down the door. "This might help him," thought Deccus, "but at least it will destract him for a bit." Deccus then went to "examine" Zoragirl for any injuries.

As SKL was trying to break down the door, a heavenly piece of cloth escaped from under the door. What was this small, white fabric? Why, it was the panties of Zoragirl, the beautiful loli behind the door. Temporarily stopping the pounding on the door, he reached down and picked up the brilliant cover of the girl's most precious place.

As he brought the panties to his nose, the scent of her sex surrounded his nostrils. Immediately, his blood pumped down to his comically large penis and sent it soaring into the air, even moreso than it already was. Infact, the smell of her girl-parts skyrocketed his manhood so much that it broke through the door. But this didn't matter at the moment. He held the panties to his face and began to do what came natural.

It wasn't until Deccus felt a liquid on the back of his head that he knew SKL would be stalled no longer.

Not only would Deccus have to revisit the chemical fountain, but his billowing cape was stained beyond all recognition. He could not afford any more losses. Luckily, it seemed SKL's hormones had gotten the best of him again, but ZoraGirl's presence could still be Deccus' downfall.

"Hide under the sheets, my love. This could get ugly," He warned his sweet. She obeyed, if only to cover the parts made visible in the previous manuever.

"One last chance, SKL. Let us leave and I'll consider us even."

"Even?!" Yelled SKL, "You left me in that flabby abyss and kidnapped my mother!"

"Yes, and you raped my stepfather and kidnapped my daughter/lover. What's your point?"

"We can never go back to the way things were! I'll never forgive you. Do you know how cramped she must be in there?!"

Deccus looked at the pokeball. It looked as though it would burst open at any moment. Growling and the foul language of the Hutts could be heard within it. He looked at SKL, lance still at full attention. He was serious about not letting Deccus leave the mansion alive. He had forgotten too much about the art of the axe. He would have not chance against SKL in this state. He wondered why SKL even loved his mother so much in the first place. All she seemed to do was consume and produce feces.

And then it came to him. It was only a temporary solution but it would have to do.

"You want your mother back so much? You can have her!" yelled Deccus. The camera came to a close up of his face as he spun his feathered cavalier hat backwards, jumped up in the air, and threw the pokeball with all his might. It landed past SKL, in the hallway. A bright flash of light eminated from the ball, and you could almost hear it say "ahhhhhh". The Plump had returned.

She looked around, very confused. She had been at Kind Nintendoid Scat Shack for so long she had forgotten what a normal looking and smelling room was. She had not eaten in hours and she saw no food before her. She felt that she was practically skin and bones! She was not used to these types of stimuli.

She gazed upon a wide-eyed SKL. He knew what was coming. Inside his mother's primal brain the phrase "came from bum, must be poo!" was uttered when her two neurons collided. She leaned forward, or perhaps just rolled, in SKL's direction with a look of pure hunger. She opened her blubberous face hole. Deccus promptly vomitted. In two bites, SKL was gone.

She would not be destracted for long. Deccus grabbed a giggling ZoraGirl under the covers and ran up the stairs at top speed. Then he just decided to use the grappling hook built in to his cane.

The day was won for now. But it would not be the end. He knew that, by the insane laws observed on SKL's mother, SKL would only be back, stronger than ever and hungry for revenge. The Great Rivalry would begin anew. In a time such as this, girlfriends, especially ones so hawt, were a liability. Deccus and ZoraGirl shared one final kiss and buttfucking before they parted ways.

He had become weak. His years of stability with ZoraGirl caused him to forget his training. He would have to seek it again. He decided to head for Vietnam, where atop the vast Ping Pang mountain range he would find Kalimdel, Master of the Blade. It was he that taught him the warrior's art, not the unrefined style he had adopted during his crime-fighting days.

With a heavy heart and only the clothes on his back and his trusty steed Dunkinbean, Deccus rode away from his life once again.

*fade to black, close curtains*

To Be Continued

Well, that was fun. Wanna go make out in the closet?

I'd be lieing if I said I didn't.

Truely a Hall of Fame worthy thread.

:approve Approved

Okay.
Some of the stuff from this invaded my dreams last night.
But I don't remember exactly what. I just know that it did.

Tabitha didn't sleep good last night. ..Maybe three hours at the MOST.

...There aren't words worthy of this thread.

This is the beginning of a fucking LEGEND.

The Legend of Thread!

..or something along those lines...

This thread will cause world peace, cure cancer and make goths smile. We must worship this thread.

(Vatican)

SKL: "Sorry Popy, you need to go" *throws out Ratsi*

*two weeks later*

SKL *sitting on.. papal.. throne.. thingie* "WORSHIP THE THREAD, my underlings, WORSHIP IT! Worship every letter!"


I have no idea what got into me when I made SKL the pope of this thread......