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03-16-2018, 06:37 PM | #71 (permalink) |
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I follow in and I’m looking for something to rape.
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03-22-2018, 03:02 PM | #72 (permalink) | |
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"There are probably monsters inside," says the Mind Worm, using his telepathy to force his words directly into your brain like stuffing being crammed up a dead turkey's asshole. "And possibly a few traps." "Yes," you agree. You turn to face your Monstourage. "Frownlad, you lead the way. The rest of us will follow after you." Frownlad drops his lute. It lets out a painful sound, not unlike his playing, as it hits the dirt below. "But... but..." he stammers, his eyes widening. "I'm just a musician! Why not send Jimmy or Jo in first? They're warriors! They love danger! Hell, if Jimmy springs a deathtrap, it'll probably just give him an erection as it bounces off his hide!" You step towards the goblin with arms crossed. "I've made up my mind," you state, the stately state of your gait never to abate as you refuse to wait or commiserate the cowardly goblin's sordid fate. "You will go in first. If there are any dangers ahead, you will bait them out for the rest of us. Obey the words of your master." "Fuck that," says Frownlad, retrieving his lute and lashing it to his back as he turns to leave. "I'm outta here. I don't need this. I was doing fine as a busker until I got kidnapped by that group of circus weirdos, and then got stuck with you assholes." Banshee Jo and Jimmy Four Claws block his path. "Proudly saved us," says Jimmy. "He's our master now. We must repay his kindness." "I don't care!" yells Frownlad. "I'm not gonna be the master's bait! He can go do it himself!" Sighing, Jimmy and Jo lift the small goblin, carrying him forcefully to the mouth of the cave as he shouts out a torrent of protests. They toss him into the darkness. There is the sound of an impact as he comes to ground, and the mutterings of a few goblin curses, before all becomes silent. "Are you alright?" you ask, your voice echoing through the cavern as you carefully step inside. "How fare thee?" The Mounstourage follows you in. Your weak, human eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness within. In time, you see Frownlad sitting dejectedly on the ground, holding something in his hands. "Fairly well," the goblin answers, standing and turning. In his clutches is a skull, still slick and grimy with what yet remains of its late owner's decomposing features. He laughs. "Better than this asshole, anyway." He tosses the skull to Jimmy, who starts eating it without a second thought. "It's very dark," you remark, struggling to peer through the inky blackness. "Oh, hold on," says Banshee Jo. Before long, a spooky aura of blueish light begins to surround her, illuminating the cave with its dim radiance. You smile. "I didn't know that you could glow." She shrugs. "All banshees can glow, when we think spooky thoughts." Through the beams of the banshee-light, you can now see your surroundings with more clarity. There are three paths leading out of the main chamber of the cavern. The first is slick with moisture, bearing a thick mane of moss. The second is dry, and seems to be sprinkled with some sort of reddish residue. The third is very craggy, and prefaced with a big sign reading 'TREASURE!!!' that points within. What do you do? --- Proudly --- Title: Freak Fighter and Banshee Lighter Health: 15 Energy: 14 Inventory: Whip, Headband Skills: Bull****, Monster Mash, Get In Here --- Monstourage --- Mind Worm (Healthy) Frownlad the Goblin (Healthy) Jimmy Four Claws (Healthy) Banshee Jo (Healthy)
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03-22-2018, 03:12 PM | #73 (permalink) |
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I rape Frownlad.
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03-22-2018, 04:06 PM | #74 (permalink) |
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lets go right. treasure!!!
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03-23-2018, 11:01 AM | #77 (permalink) |
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06-06-2018, 05:32 AM | #78 (permalink) |
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A beam of banshee light falls upon Frownlad at a certain angle, giving him an overwhelming aura of sexiness. Instantly erect and swept up in a wave of passion, you rip off your pants as you spring towards the goblin. Catching him in a tackle, the two of you tumble down the path marked "TREASURE!!!". As you both roll to the bottom of the passageway, and out of the banshee light, Venus and Mars yield their hands from your spirit, and the passion of the moment is lost. Now, Frownlad is just any other middle aged goblin with a sagging chest and a baseball cap to cover his thinning hair.
The room fills with soft and spooky banshee light as Banshee Jo, Jimmy Four Claws, and the Mind Worm enter behind you. Pushing you off of him, Frownlad stands and dusts himself off. "Okay, what the fuck is your problem?" he asks, retracting his goblin claws and preparing to make pepperoni out of your erection. Springing to your feet, you slowly back away. You reach for your weapon, but unfortunately, your whip is still lashed to your pants, which you so hastily cast off by the entrance. "I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me. It's just, sometimes, when I get aroused, I get this weird feeling, like a pressure behind my eyes, and then I just sort of... black out. And when I wake up, my dick is inside of a goblin, or a chimera, or even a tree hollow." "Wow. Sounds like you're possessed," says Banshee Jo. "You've definitely got the symptoms. Inappropriate boners. Irrational behavior. A stupid name." "Possessed? What do you mean?" "I mean, there might be a ghost or a demon hitching a ride in your body. Specifically, your dick." "A ghost? In my dick?" "It's more common than you think." "Well... how do I get it out?" Banshee Jo shrugs. "Go pay a visit to an exorcist? You should be able to find one in most large temples, I think. It's either that, or paying out the ass for a few sessions with ye olde therapist, and learning to make your possession work for you, or whatever." "She's right," adds the Mind Worm. "I didn't notice it before, but now, I'm sensing a strange energy coming from your member. Perhaps if I try to draw it out..." A menacing laugh echoes throughout the cavern. You quickly realize that the sound is emanating from your genitals. "Ha ha ha!" bellows your penis. "So, you finally figured out that I set up shop in here? And it only took you, like, what, a million years? God, you suck." "Hey!" you cry. "Shut up, dick ghost. That's not fair. I had amnesia. I was confused." "I know," replies your penis. "Why do you think I chose you? I saw you in that field, just laying there all innocent and blank minded, and I just couldn't help myself!" "Lying there," you correct. "And fuck you! Go haunt someone else!" "I'm pretty sure it's laying. Anyway, never! Once I pick a host, I don't roll out until I've destroyed everything that they love! I mean, what's even the point of stealing a ride if you don't crash it at the end?'' "Oh, come on! Can't we talk about this?" "Well, you know, maybe if you ask me really, really nicely to stop..." "Please stop? Pretty please?" "... it'll just get me off even more the next time I fuck you over! Ha ha ha! Every time you feel lust, even for just a second, I'll be there, waiting to take over. And guess what? Next time, you're gonna be a catcher! Ha ha ha!" And with that, your genitals fall silent. Now, the only sound is that of Jimmy Four Claws laughing. "Shut up, Jimmy," you mutter, as you trudge back up the passageway to retrieve your pants. When you return, your Monstourage has penetrated deeply ahead into the chamber. You catch up to them, and find them staring at a large treasure chest ahead. Above it is a sign reading 'GOOD SHIT'. A fair ways behind it is a dank tunnel leading further into the cavern. You have lost 1 health and 1 energy from your attempted felony sexual assault and subsequent tumble. What do you do? --- Proudly --- Title: Goblin Knobber Health: 14 Energy: 13 Inventory: Whip, Headband Skills: Bull****, Monster Mash, Get In Here Afflictions: Possessed Penis --- Monstourage --- Mind Worm (Disgusted) Frownlad the Goblin (Disheveled) Jimmy Four Claws (Hungry) Banshee Jo (Spooky)
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06-06-2018, 01:08 PM | #79 (permalink) |
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have Banshee Jo open the chest
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