A_Bug_That_Thinks posted:

Is the book out yet

A_Bug_That_Thinks posted:

GRRM stared naked at the screen of the late eighties television waiting for the football game to begin. By his count, it should only be another couple of hours. A fly, attracted by the pungent stench of his pallid flesh awash with impetigo, had the effrontery to buzz near his ear. As he lifted his arm to swat it away, he felt the crust of his arm rasp against the scalyness of his rotten breast, making a sound akin to rubbing two extra well done waffles against each other. He grunted. “Paris,” he rasped out with a voice long gone to rust in the dark, “Paris, I am in need of a washing, have you wrangled a new batch yet?” Parris walked into the dimly lit room with a freshly baked lemon cake on a small surprisingly clean china plate. “Yes, I’ll get them ready, but first eat this. I just baked it, and you look ravenous”. She placed the surprisingly clean china plate atop the mound of fat that had once been a torso, just within reach of his slavering mouth. He looked at it with small eyes as hard and black as jet, with the dim light of the bare bulb across the room shining off them. He contorted his face into a porcine sneer of inhuman greed and malice. “Yes, I am getting rather peckish. But do hurry. I shan’t take long and it is well past time for a bath”. He felt himself stiffen at the thought. Parris saw his vicious little nub and gave the girlish laugh of a geisha as he buried his face into the lemon cake on the surprisingly clean china plate.

Before he knew it, his teeth hit china and he was done. He looked up in confusion as to where his feast had gone, but just as he was about to bellow in rage, he heard his bath outside the door, and the thought of what was to come next set his strained heart aflutter in anticipation. Parris lead the little children, none of them older than eleven, into the room and paraded them before her god, in chains not of metal, but of degradation. Their little bodies were thin as sticks tied together with twine, all their vitality leeched off during the long weeks of their starvation. It left little differentiation between the sexes, but that was a sacrifice he always found willing to make once he saw their eyes so full of pain and despair, and so devoid of hope. They were the eyes of 90 year old slave, or of a child born into a depression that had never ended. It comforted him. It aroused them. Besides, if he was going to have his bath, they would have to be Hungry.

It would have been easier if Parris was allowed to tell them what was expected before they met their task, but GRRM liked to watch the horror on their faces when the task assigned to them was made clear in their minds. Parris addressed them. “I have brought you up from your home so that you can eat. After so long, this will be quite the little feast. My love is a quite the messy eater, and oh how he loathes showers. As a result, he can get rather…dirty. It may not look like much, but there is enough food on him to let you live awhile longer. Give you some strength. A few of you might yet survive.” She pulled the shrieking door behind her, and locked it. The children whimpered, and the children cried. They babbled, and screamed, and shook their heads, but eventually, eventually they broke, just like all the little children before them. As the first began to suckle upon his engorged stomach, he was slapped in the face with a roll of fat as the GRRM shuddered. It was all an orgy of madness from there. He felt divine ecstasy as he felt all their little mouths suckling on his flesh. He shuddered as they licked between his many breasts and sighed when they reached his dark hairy nipples. He felt lightning go through him as his thick fluids rushed through his penis to be expelled to the hungry mouths of the starving. Though it was sour and yellow as bile, they ate for what else could they do in their new realm of depraved hell. After all, it was hardly any worse than the deep dish Chicago pizza plastered onto his chocolate brown ballsack, and it was definitely a better fate than what had been bestowed upon the weakest and most sickly of them. A nine year old former street urchin with leukemia, too week to fight back, was given first the armpits. Once done there, the rest forced him between the legs of the great GRRM, and between the great pimpled cheeks of his enormous rump. The sounds and vibrations of his muffled screams gave great pleasure to the GRRM and he once again anointed his handmaidens with his holy oil. When the others realized what they had done to poor Timmy, and that he would never recover, they killed him to spare him further pain, even though they knew that one of them would have to take his place next time. They couldn’t put any person through such a hell more than once. They just couldn’t.
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The game had just ended, and the GRRM was eager to go to his blog and write about the performance that had been put on for his pleasure, and how it had displeased him, when Parris walked in. She took one look at the now soiled china plate, with its few crumbs and her face lit up. “My dear, I’ve had quite the surprise brewing for you, and this,” she said picking up the crumbs, “is the last thing that I need.” The GRRM, always eager to be lavished, allowed himself to be blind-folded and wheeled to his surprise. When the blind-fold was lifted, he was greeted to the sight of a large pit covered over with a tarp. “I’ve been collecting them” sad Parris. She ripped the tarp off and he soiled himself in joy. The pit, more than large enough accommodate his girth, was filled with the accumulated crumbs of all the lemon cakes he had eaten for the past several months. She tipped him in, and he fell into heaven. He giggled as the sticky crumbs forced their way between the oily hairs of his beard. The scratchy little things found their way well between every roll of fat and into every nook and crevice, causing him to experience orgasm after orgasm, with the steady flow of ejaculate mixing with the crumbs and creating a sort of heavenly paste, only adding to the heady sensations enveloping his body. The added sensation as crumbs filled up his belly button and wormed their way inside of his anus pushed him over the edge, and the had an orgasm so powerful that he both vomited and poo poo himself. He continued to wallow in the mess for the rest of the night until the constant loss of what passed for semen pushed him to the edge of dehydration. As Parris pulled him out of his Pleasure Pit, he said in a voice sickly sweet and infinitely evil “I think I’m ready for another bath”.

A_Bug_That_Thinks posted:

Is the book out yet

Intel&Sebastian posted:

HERE LIES SUB ZERO

NOW

PLAIN ZERO

tumblr post posted:

that sorta reminds me of how before the GOT show got big it was pretty difficult to find ASOIAF fanfiction bc George RR Martin would make all the big fanfiction sites take down their ASOIAF categories (you could still find it on like livejournal groups tho) and the reason for that is because a lot of his generation of fantasy authors apparently have a big distrust of fanfiction stemming from an incident in the 80s or 90s between Marion Zimmer Bradley and a fanfic writer and resulting lawsuit(s) which involved (depending on who you asked) Bradely attempting to buy the fanfic author’s idea for chump change or the fanfic writer saying Bradely had plagarized some story details from her and demanding money or something like that

Kavak posted:

I hope this is true.

counterfeitsaint posted:

Surely everyone knew that only one show would result from the 5 scripts they asked for.

Ccs posted:

Feels like fantasy shows are devolving. We're getting a show about the age of heroes from HBO, and Amazon is gonna give us Lord of the Rings again. I thought we were moving away from Tolkein-esque worlds.

Though they'll probably make the figures from the Age of Heroes as flawed as the GoT cast. "Look, the legendary heroes of Westros were flawed humans after all!" Yep, great.

Ginette Reno posted:

I hate how franchised everything is now. Instead of something new it's lets make one hundred lovely movies/shows in the Marvel/Lotr/GOT/Starwars universe.

Elman posted:

May I recommend a new, original story called Ready Player One.

PupsOfWar posted:

tbf anyone who hosed with MZB deserves a 21-gun salute

Elman posted:

May I recommend a new, original story called Ready Player One.

Ginette Reno posted:

I hate how franchised everything is now. Instead of something new it's lets make one hundred lovely movies/shows in the Marvel/Lotr/GOT/Starwars universe.

counterfeitsaint posted:

Surely everyone knew that only one show would result from the 5 scripts they asked for.

Woodpile posted:

Not everyone. Not GURM. I hope his ego will survive.

Anders posted:

Ten pages of action movie talk, and no one even mentioned The Running Man. You should all be ashamed.

I actually read the Dunk & Egg novel on holiday. And it's decent. Not great, but not bad.

Mortabis posted:

A while back someone put a video on youtube of the audiobook narration of the fat pink mast scene set to jazzy 70s porn music. I can't find it. Anyone know where it is?

Solice Kirsk posted:

The Running Man was ok, but it should have ended like the short story did. With Arnold flying a plane into a building.

kcroy posted:

Have some running man inspired early 90s techno.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCOkTnDBYKk

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with the first book straight up telling the reader to put the book down and get a goddamn life of their own.

SaviourX posted:

Ohgodwhatisthis

Ginette Reno posted:

I hate how franchised everything is now. Instead of something new it's lets make one hundred lovely movies/shows in the Marvel/Lotr/GOT/Starwars universe.

kcroy posted:

loving awesomeness. and I know you don't want more, but here it is anyway.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7ZUAGg358M

Solice Kirsk posted:

90's techno eh?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKCnobYPmTM

Take the plunge! Okay! posted:

The MCU pulls the same trick successful Pixar animated features used to - garishly colorful things moving to entertain the kids combined with enough humor to prevent the parents from killing them selves when forced to see it in the cinema. I can understand that is something that works. I won’t take my kids to see Sansho the Bailiff for the weekend matinee.

Knuc U Kinte posted:

kcroy posted:

http://tindeck.com/dl/utrz

dentist toy box posted:

Someone make sure to mirror this before August first when tindeck ragequits the internet

nine-gear crow posted:

Too late. The owner surprised everyone and purged the archives last week, so it's all gone already now.

some guy on the bus posted:

Better question: Did you finish writing your story yet? I have to know how it ends.

A_Bug_That_Thinks posted:

Is the book out yet