darkSpyro

I wake up and I see a light flashing in front of my eyes. It's in a color that I have never seen before. I can't quite explain it but it pierces my eyes in a sharp and hurtful tone. Then i heard a beautiful soft voice reminding me of childhood innocence. My vision started to unhaze itself revealing the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Her hair was white and silky hypnotizing me with its unique look. Her ears were pointy and had earrings made out of diamonds. Her skin was clear, soft, and as pale as the snow of antarctica. Her eyes shined bright with a saturated yet calming purple tone that invited anyone with a simple glance. Her appearance was slender and petite sporting a purple and white robe. Oh God I'm a virgin.

I notice her looking concerned for me. I feel my hands touching soft little brittles of grass that were as green as well grass. I look at her and feel my face burning up as if I have been kissed by angels. "Where am I?" I asked gasping for air. The girl then replied with "suck my dick" and then ran off. Oh God I blew my chance with the prettiest woman I have ever seen in my life. Why does this always happen to me. Is it because of my appearance. Am I ugly. Why can't I be born like chad from high school. He always had a girl on his side. Wait high school. I remember now. I was walking to high school when all of a sudden I heard a loud car horn. No wait maybe it was a truck. Ohhhh I don't remember. All I do know is that I was given a second chance to live. A second chance to get my dick wet

I scanned the area around me and saw a field of grass. However in the distance I saw a dark shady figure and smoke coming out. Perhaps it was civilization. Perhaps this is where my journey starts. I try my best to stand up and see my old tracksuit came with me. The last thing from my world that I own. I decided that I need to go to the city and I need to find out where I am. The grass tickled me everytime I took a step in it. What felt like miles were just a couple of feet and what felt like hours were meer minutes. As I slogged throigh the field I found a road. Not too clean but not quite dirty either. I notice horse prints coming one way and decide to follow them. As I walked along the path I jumped with glee and saw what I assume are people. Are these people from my world too? YES they were in fact human beings. Each wearing tracksuits of their own too. I run towards them until I heard gunfire. Wait gunfire? I duck down immediately and notice that these people aren't as friendly as I thought they would be. I closed my eyes and all I heard were the screams of bullets and people a like. Then the noise stopped and my eyes forced themselves to open up again. There I saw it. Dead bodies. I have never seen dead bodies before. My body felt heavy, my hands trembled, my heart sank as if someone grabbed it and dragged it down to hell.

On the other side of the field I saw blood as red as the roses that pricked me as a child. However on the other side I saw something far worse. Was it help or oh god. The murderers. They were doing tribal dances where they put their hand on their forehead and swang their legs from the left the right. Where am I and why am I here. I tried to run but my legs wouldn't budge. They were too scared to move or listen to my body and I was forced to watch these monsters taunt the victims of their latest murder. Then I heard a scream. A childlike voice that screeched like the banshees at my part time job at the neighborhood seven eleven. The men performing the tribal dances stopped immediately with dark intentions I'm their eyes. There were about 5 of them each sporting a track **** of all colors each person with a different build. The boy however was blonde small and looked to be about 12 years of age. The boy then screamed "this is epic I love fortnite" and ran right into the crowd of track suit wearing murderers. The kid whipped out a gun thst looked quite similar to a revolver and he splattered the brains of a girl wearing a pink track suit. The image of her brain coming out of her skull will forever be ingrained into my eyes as the group of tracksuits yelled out her name. "TRINITY" they yelled with more tears than anger. Did trinity have a life before? Did this child end the life of a person with a family back home? Was I gonna be next?

All of a sudden the screaming stopped and all I heard were bullets. The kid quickly feel over and the group of tracksuiters ran towards him taking out pick axes and swinging it towards the kids body. They started to best the kid with the pickaxes. His body was ripped to into shreds of meat and organs as I barfed from hoe gross and disgusting the scene was. My eyes started to test up as the kids once fully intact body was just a pool of what can be described to be pulled pork and mush. The party of tracksuiters started to squat up and down the mess. Wait I've seen this before in a game. Sure it wasn't as bloody but it was similar to a game I played recently. Am I in fortnite?

If I posted something like this I'd be banned

Quote: Strawberry15

If I posted something like this I'd be banned

the rules are different per user. no one likes to admit it, but moderation is a community driven thing here. if you're pOpUlAr you can get away with stuff the mere mortals—especially those who have, God forbid, made a mistake in their life—simply can't.

I appreciate what you're saying but before anybody else takes me seriously, I was joking. sP is just ****posting and I was just making a joke, I honestly didn't even think that anybody would make a connection between my post and my past experiences here because that wasn't even in my mind when I posted that. He's not getting away with anything except for being unfathomably based.

Quote: YesterdayFemmey

Quote: Strawberry15

If I posted something like this I'd be banned

the rules are different per user. no one likes to admit it, but moderation is a community driven thing here. if you're pOpUlAr you can get away with stuff the mere mortals—especially those who have, God forbid, made a mistake in their life—simply can't.

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