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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 15:57:46 GMT -9
Da room was on tha fuckin' down-low, fillin wit different typez of charactas upon tha cold floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da only one awoken all up in tha time was a hoe wit red afro n' bustin a cold-ass lil pussaaaaay mask dat covered her face, chillin up in what tha fuck seems ta be a throne upon some stairs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch waited patiently, her handz up in her lap as dat freaky freaky biatch hums eva so on tha fuckin' down-lowly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch waited, n' waited. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Waitin fo' tha big-ass cast ta wake up.
Upon tha crew of charactas dat was up cold, a hoe wit long rabbit ears n' brown afro had awoken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her vision was still rather blurry from just havin wakin up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked round tha room n' blinked a lil.
Da room was a big-ass circular place. Da floor, tha stairs, tha walls, seem ta be made of marble. Da ceilin seemed ta be made of obsidian rather than marble cuz of its dark purple colors. Embedded within tha walls n' ceilin was brightly shinin crystal like stones dat lit up tha entire place, though there was a funky-ass bright chandelier dat hanged from tha centa of tha ceilin surrounded by tha crystals.
Da hoe wit brown afro looked over at any suckas before her eyes was set upon tha red afro hoe her muthafuckin ass. "Eh...?" Biatch begin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Where tha hell be I?" Biatch did not recognize dis place at all. Da last thang she remembered was goin ta bed n' chillin but this, dis was straight-up different than dat freaky freaky biatch had thought.
Next ta her, a rather pink haired hoe woke up, or up in other lyrics cuz dat biiiiatch was a android, dat dunkadelic hoe turned on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her bright yellow eyes lightin up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch as well looked round just as tha rabbit hoe had done, da hoe begun ta speak. "Confused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I do not seem ta have dis place up in mah database." Biatch holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch looked over all up in tha red afro girl. "Curious. Do you know where I am?" Biatch was rappin ta tha girl.
Da red afro hoe could only grin under her mask. "Why, yo' up in hell." Biatch couldn't help but laugh.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 15:59:24 GMT -9
(I wanna bust a nut on tha freshly smoked up title)
Kazilya
Da blue haired angel groaned, rollin over while her white angelic wings wrapped round her muthafuckin ass. "Urgh...Angel Question Time make me so dizzy..." Biatch muttas ta her muthafuckin ass, tha dizzinizz n' blurry vision from wakin up causin her ta confuse dis fo' her own room. "Agh..." Biatch say ta her muthafuckin ass, her wings unwrappin n' stretchin as her big-ass booty stretches, chillin up n' yawnin fo' realz. As she rubs her eyes, she looks around, a slight frown appearin on her grill as dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't recognize any of her freshly smoked up surroundings, let ridin' solo tha freshly smoked up people. "Uhm..." Biatch starts, though da hoe becomes on tha fuckin' down-low, lookin round all up in tha other people, dis maxed red hoe seemed ta be on a throne, so she must know something. "Er...Masked, where be I?" Biatch says, lookin towardz tha red-haired hoe on tha throne yo, but her dope ass doubted there would be any freshly smoked up answer, afta all she just holla'd dat they was up in "hell". Though, she probably deserved bein here.
Timol
"Mhm..." Biatch yawns, stretchin her arms, though she jumps awake. "Huh, where be I..." Biatch asks ta her muthafuckin ass, lookin round all up in tha crew of people. They seemed ta range from all different kindsa flava dat dat freaky freaky biatch had never peeped before, some had ears, others had wings, n' one was even bustin a cold-ass lil pussaaaaay mask. Though they could of just been some playas dressin up fo' Vampiroween (get it haha), her dope ass doubted it, tha costumes just looked too authentic, n' why would she even be up in a cold-ass lil costume jam like this, a knight like her would mo' be feared than welcomed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch sniffed tha air, it smelled like a mixture of humans, n' other muthafuckas. Now dat was straight-up odd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it wouldn't be a stretch dat like dat freaky freaky biatch had been kidnapped by nobles, afta all dat biiiiatch was admittedly, a pimpin' easy as fuck target, n' it wouldn't be dat hard ta bust a cap up in her without her daddy watchin her n' shiznit fo' realz. And lookin around, tha look of tha room matched dat look of most of tha bloodlords. "Er...where AM I?" Biatch asks her muthafuckin ass again, standin up. Perhaps one of mah thugs would be sick enough ta like rap ta her bout they thang, or just rap ta her at all.
Cytus
Da robot stood all up in tha side of tha room, starin all up in tha crew wit his crazy-ass muthafuckin ice cold red eyes, itz tattered brown cloak hidin itz body besides tha two "eyes". "...Well then." Dude say. This was like a freshly smoked up thang. On a quest ta eliminizzle all of humanity, one would never expect ta suddenly be transported tha fuck into a room filled with...weird humanoids. Even his systems couldn't tell his ass how tha fuck long dat schmoooove muthafucka had been there, all of his sensors had been temporarily disabled by tha lookz of dat shit. Odd yo, but it could be fixed enough yo, but dat shiznit was intriguin ta peep dat one of mah thugs, mah playas could hack tha fuck into his systems like that, afta all even his creators couldn't do dat once da ruffneck discovered they legit motives yo. Heh, if even his creators weren't phat enough ta defeat him, if even momentarily, then whoever did dis would definitely be worth lookin tha fuck into yo. Dude stares all up in tha cat-like maxed biatch on tha throne, her big-ass booty seemed ta be git into in charge fo' all dis bullshit. "Hmph, how tha fuck did we git here." Dude plainly says, tha robotic hoe had axed tha question before, n' tha hoe just replied wit 'Hell'. Of course dat shiznit was a funky-ass bluff, if it a gangbangin' fictionizzle place afta all, n' even then, how tha fuck would a robot git tha fuck into a place fo' humans, let ridin' solo a savior of humanity.
Ai
Bitch yawned, dis was weird. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Of course, dat shiznit was a cold-ass lil common thang fo' her ta raise up in her bed n' straight-up forget where dat biiiiatch was, needin a gangbangin' playa or her mutha or daddy ta tell her dat dat shiznit was her crib yo, but even then, dat freaky freaky biatch had straight-up no recollection of dis place. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch blew a shitload of her sky-blue afro outta her eye, slowly backin away on her knees ta a wall ta stay up in tha background. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Usually, dat freaky freaky biatch had atleast some memory of tha place her big-ass booty suddenly awoke up in yo, but here, every last muthafuckin thang was straight-up unfamiliar, so she just decided ta stay up in tha background. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Hopefully dem hoes would just ignore her as dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta figure thangs up on her own.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 16:00:18 GMT -9
"Grgh..." a groan murmured up in tha def air cuz of lack of sunlight shinin tha fuck into tha enclosed room. "Shiznit," tha straight-up original gangsta thang Laurent did when his conscious returned was spew a single profanitizzle up in dazzled mad drama. "I slept last night, I ate n' I drank.. fo' realz. And I don't remember bein tired." As he gots up, da thug was unaware of others' presence fo' tha moment. Rather than keepin up in his cold-ass thoughts, tha Recon Soldier made his voice clear n' audible. "Was it cuz of too much Euclid exposure?"
Dude git tha fuck into his bangin regular crouchin position, his bangin right leg bent so his knee touched tha ground while his fuckin left foot kept its step yo. His right arm thrust ta tha side, liftin up his cloak over his body. Before his schmoooove ass commented any mo' on his odd, freshly smoked up surroundings, he looked around, realizin wit widen eyes dat da thug wasn't ridin' solo.
This place... must be a goddamn circus.
Although he observed tha others wit a gangbangin' frown at first, his wild lil' frown flipped tha fuck into a cold-ass lil cheeky grin immediately as his schmoooove ass came up wit what tha fuck ta say. "What a odd cast!" his voice raised up in audibilitizzle up ta bustin lyrics volume. "I passed up fo' some reasons durin work, n' I raised up in a slum doggy den wit a playboy bunny, pinkie, angel loli, redhead, rustbucket n' blue-haired anime girl..." tha pimpin' muthafucka turned his wild lil' face, shiftin his fuckin leer toward tha one up in tha spotlight. "... oh, n' Biatch Maxed Cat Furry." Dude paused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "... Nya~" wit da most thugged-out might dat schmoooove muthafucka had, da perved-out muthafucka suppressed his urge ta chuckle at his 'meow' by smirking. Dat shiznit was a phat thang da thug was straight-up up in control of his body nerves, otherwise da thug would have messed up tha end.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 22:08:56 GMT -9
A freshly smoked up pair of eyes open up in tha room, makin up its surroundings. Daniel raises his handz up ta rub his wild lil' fuckin eyes, n' his thugged-out lil' punk-ass begins ta sit up, albeit rather sluggishly. "Did I just hear.. dat I be up in hell?" Dude asks up in a hushed, trippin voice fo' realz. As Don Juan begins ta git a funky-ass betta peep tha others whoz ass happened ta be dragged in, thoughts start poppin tha fuck into his crazy-ass mind like corn kernels over a gangbangin' fire. 'An.. angel, a metal dude, n' a.." His mind pauses once his head turns ta what tha fuck seems ta be tha ringleader; tha small, masked, n' girl-like figure chillin down all up in tha top of tha stairs like some kind of wannabe deity.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 22:11:35 GMT -9
Da horned lil' playa suddenly found his dirty ass on tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Wh...what was up in dat brew...?" Shakily gettin up, Bob looked bout tha room fo' realz. A couple dozen playas was lyin or standin round tha boy. "What tha hell is goin on?" wondered Bob.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 8:54:10 GMT -9
Kazilya
Bitch looked around, thankin bout if she straight-up was up in hell, da most thugged-out tactical decision would be ta use dis time ta peep her opponentz weaknesses, accordin ta what tha fuck Arthur holla'd at her long ago yo, but dat would be boring. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked around, before her eyes widen up in both surprise n' admiration at one of mah thugs her big-ass booty saw. Well shiiiit, it looked like a human yo, but wit bunny ears n' fur, how tha fuck adorable is that?! Though tha ears just looked ta fluffy n' dat shiznit was her last time eva seein suttin' like that, dat biiiiatch was over come wit a gangbangin' feelin dat her big-ass booty should pet them, they fluffinizz just seemed ta scream 'Pet me!'. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch floats on over ta tha girl. "Hi!" Biatch say cheerfully, holdin up a hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I be Kazilya, sick ta hook up you, nahmean biiiatch?" Biatch say cheerfully, smiling. I guess it would be odd ta just ask ta pet ears like dat without even introducin yo ass!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 8:54:54 GMT -9
Flopsy
Bitch cast a glare over all up in tha playa whoz ass seemed ta called her a "play pimp bunny". Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hissed tha lyrics under her breath on tha fuckin' down-lowly fo' her could not hear her n' shit. "Say dat again n' again n' again fucker I dare you, biatch..." before her attention was taken away by tha angel girl. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked her up n' down n' blinked all dem times before reachin her hand over n' bobbin gently. "Flopsy." Biatch begin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Flopsy is mah name. It aint nuthin but straight-up sick ta hook up you, biatch." Biatch smiled a lil at her n' shit. This angel hoe was rather strange of course. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had never peeped anythang of tha sort but oh well, her dope ass did seem pretty cute. Even cuta than her muthafuckin ass if she admits.
Proxy
Proxy looked round tha place. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked round at mah playas n' blinked all dem times. This was all straight-up strange fo' her of course. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was never straight-up used ta bein round all kindsa muthafuckin livin specimens round her n' shit. "Confused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I straight-up do want a real answer if thats all gravy." Biatch holla'd gently, pausin before bustin lyrics again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Confused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Has Ghetto bust back livin beings?"
Elize
Bitch woke up, standin up n' stretching. "Boy what tha fuck a ghettofab nap dat was muthafucka! Honestly, I could of slept any betta than that!" Da hoe was bustin barely any threadz dat didn't straight-up cover up anythang on her body beside dem certain areas. In other lyrics dat biiiiatch was showin off a shitload of skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da hoe cracked her bed, lettin up a noise of happiness. "Ah playa dat felt so sick!" Biatch cried out, than looked round her surroundings. Everythang was...new, biatch? Was her big-ass booty suppose ta preform, biatch? Biatch bit her bottom lip just a funky-ass bit. "I aint preformin anythang be I...?" Biatch asked.
Fallon
Da zombie hoe had finally woken up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked round tha place n' notice all tha freshly smoked up faces. Though what tha fuck made her freeze up da most thugged-out was tha shady Daniel lookin muthafucka yo. Dude looked like one of mah thugs she remembered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Someone dat made her blood boil up in hatred. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Perhaps da thug was here now, biatch? Da one whoz ass fucked up her game, biatch? Biatch shouldn't make such thoughts right away though.
Rosemary
"Nya~!" Biatch holla'd back all up in tha playa wit a smile. "A biatch you say, biatch? I wanna bust a nut on dat son! Well up in all honesty, just be thinkin it mo' of me bein a goddess rather than a biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch turned ta Cyrus. "Oh yeah! I brought you all here biaaatch! I hope you don't mind dis shit. I git um...pretty lonely round here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I mean thats not tha main reason why yo' here but its phat enough fo' me!" Biatch laughed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 8:55:18 GMT -9
Laurent coped wit tha disappointment afterward, n' took solace up in tha 'playboy bunny' beforez glare dat he offended at least one person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. His back straightened as dat schmoooove muthafucka heard tha maxed hoe on tha thronez remark of loneliness, n' almost opened his big-ass grill ta joke yo, but all of tha sudden, one of mah thugs under his ass wit a phat grip clutched his thugged-out ankle without warnin yo. Dude yelped, n' froze all up in tha personz voice.
"First thang you did when you wake up," a smile grew on Laurentz grill before tha thug even finished rappin'. "...was openin dat big-ass grill of yours?" Dat shiznit was a absolute fact there was no one else whoz ass would drop a rhyme like dis y'all.
"First thang you did when you raise up is chide me fo' havin a lil funk wit lyrics, eh?" Laurent responded, without turnin his head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "... Elliot."
Elliot loosened his wild lil' freakadelic grip round Laurentz ankle, lettin tha playa tha pimpin' muthafucka took a hold of turn round ta grill him, before springin onto his wild lil' feet his dirty ass like a muthafucka. "No. Da first thang I did when I raised up was pretendin ta be asleep. Thatz what tha fuck you should do so slavers aint gots funk wit you when they just kidnapped you," Elliot retorted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "A recon worker like you forgot tha instruction on how tha fuck ta do wit suddenly passin up durin work?"
"Bite mah dirty ass." And no one knew how tha fuck ta put a menstrual burn on Elliot harder than dis 'time-freezin asshole'. "Though itz weird fo' you ta assume you was kidnapped while you was restin up in tha Infirmary."
"No. I straight-up went outside afta a while."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 8:55:53 GMT -9
'Lady over there be a actin' like I'd done suttin' bad..' Dude be thinkin ta his dirty ass, givin a straight-up trippin smile. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootin away from tha strange crowd ta a mo' isolated spot, Don Juan looks down at whatz on his thugged-out lil' person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I was just tillin tha fields.. did I git kidnapped?" Dude murmurs ta his dirty ass, still confused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Daniel assumes tha pussaaaaay hoe up on tha big-ass chair would explain as her big-ass booty seemed ta know what tha fuck was goin on, so da thug waits.
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Post by Radicaldad on Nov 29, 2015 12:18:13 GMT -9
it's gizoogle you illiterate fool
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Post by Buizelzzz on Nov 30, 2015 23:16:20 GMT -9
(I wanna bust a nut on tha freshly smoked up title)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 17:43:15 GMT -9
(Fuck I'll go gizoogle all of the new stuff this weekend for easy copy paste )
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