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Rutibex posted:i'll follow the train tracks until they take me to Sudbury Ontario. in Sudbury I will find a piece of Crown Land and live rent free for the rest of my days A fate worse then death.
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im lying on the ground surrounded by hired goons. i slow my pulse to 3 beats per minute and hold my breath as they check for signs of life. my chance will come. ten years of rigorous training under the shaolin monks has given me a body and mind of steel. suddenly, my iron stomach growls. after a diet of rice, roots and herbs for too long...no!! the three bean and cheese burrito! i rip rear end for seven straight seconds, and-
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Dec 12, 2020 14:53
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I'm strapped into some kinda weirdo jetpack(?) racing my old comrades in a death-race for my freedom, that decimates the city. When it turns from a race into a killing field, I hope into my old 2001 ford ranger and rush to drive through one of the legs of a radio tower that someone got to the top of with a minigun. The, I wake up five minutes ago and get on sa to start posting this is a real story e. i just wish that I could remember it all dammnit. I think it was a good one
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Dec 12, 2020 15:03
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A small child watches me approach their farm struggling through a snowy field, I plead for help as the father currently chopping wood notices and tells his son to go inside. I collapse, the father with one effortless swoop embeds his axe in a tree stump. I wake up laying on a small hearth, the father has a very large antique gun pointed at me. He asks me to tell him what I am doing on his farm, a tense moment of silence lingers until we both hear the dogs barking in the distance.
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Dec 12, 2020 17:07
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HugeGrossBurrito posted:A small child watches me approach their farm struggling through a snowy field, I plead for help as the father currently chopping wood notices and tells his son to go inside. I collapse, the father with one effortless swoop embeds his axe in a tree stump. I wake up laying on a small hearth, the father has a very large antique gun pointed at me. He asks me to tell him what I am doing on his farm, a tense moment of silence lingers until we both hear the dogs barking in the distance. A woman appears behind him. "Helga," the man barks at her, "fetch the herbs." She dutifully complies and returns a few minutes later holding a poultice of brownish-green leaves and a bowl containing a milky white substance. "Here, drink this, it will help dull the pain," she says in a gentle yet nondescript accent. I oblige, and gradually drift into a troubled sleep.
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Dec 12, 2020 17:17
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I wake up in the middle of an opium phantasm. They're having their way with my body
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Dec 12, 2020 17:28
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might slip on a banana peel. idk. i'll see how things go
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Dec 12, 2020 17:46
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Derpies posted:I figure my times probably coming, so I just I don't think I could shoot someone while they're jacking it, smart move?
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Dec 12, 2020 18:05
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Outrail posted:I don't think I could shoot someone while they're jacking it, smart move? The truck would be to never finish tuggin then, also can't shoot someone with blue balls
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Dec 12, 2020 19:23
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I run in zigzag motions and try to cover my tracks with grass and leaf litter. And because I'm less athletic than my dead grandmother I make it about 100 yards 
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Dec 12, 2020 20:23
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I choose instead to stand and fight and lose instantly
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Dec 12, 2020 20:42
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I start walking, as fast as I can, and as the bikes gain on my position my leg braces suddenly bust off, my complicated love interest yelling “run,run” as I make my way along the old country road, and then the scene changes and I’m telling a disinterested public transportation user the whole story
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Dec 12, 2020 22:00
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*hunches in corner waiting for coast to clear* not yet.. not yet.. not yet.. Not yet.
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Dec 12, 2020 22:08
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Jeza posted:im lying on the ground surrounded by hired goons. i slow my pulse to 3 beats per minute and hold my breath as they check for signs of life. my chance will come. ten years of rigorous training under the shaolin monks has given me a body and mind of steel. suddenly, my iron stomach growls. after a diet of rice, roots and herbs for too long...no!! the three bean and cheese burrito! i rip rear end for seven straight seconds, and- Ah, the Devil's Breath, a shameful technique, but most effective...
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