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Well, there was this cool guy called Candlejack and one day, Candlejack decided to go for a walk, on this walk Candlejack encountered an evi

Hopefully I won't get writer blocked on this one.
Micheal woke up alone, and afraid. Ot was cold, and his 4 year old body was unused to the hard concrete surface below him. His neck hurt, and he felt something warm dribbling down the shirt his mother had just bought him yesterday. "M-mommy?" he whimpered into the dark, uninviting, overwhelming shadows. There was no answer, and so he sat.
And he sat.
And sat.
Slowly, the pain in his neck dissapated, and the warm substance dribbling down his chest cooled and hardened, then flaked off. Micheal could not help but think of the time he had hurt his knee and the blood had done the same. But, why would Micheal be bleeding?
And so he sat.
And he sat.
After what seemed like days to Micheal, he heard footsteps.
"Boy" A commanding, yet femine voice stated, "Your family is gone. Your life is gone. Your humanity is gone." The owner of the voice bent over. A pretty, yet aged face appeared out of the darkness. "I can return one of these things to you, but the others I can not. Do you wish to come with me, and regain that one?"
Micheal nodded. Although he did not completely understand, this lady seemed to give off an aura of calmness that he had never felt before. Moreover, if he said no, she might keep him down in this place.
The woman smiled, took his hand, and led him out of the blinding light that filled the meadow which Micheal had been sitting in for several hours.

Story fer yah guys! Also, 14 get.
With the first word, it begins:
D'ater,
With the second, it operates:
Engaly,
With the third, it ends:
Vocatud.
And the world turns to dust.

When Alex awoke, all was as he left it; his room messy, his computer on and his collection of weeaboo oddities. His only friends existed online, and he had never felt a woman's touch; he was the perfect example of an extreme cause of weeaboo. Physically, he wasn't fat. He had a high enough metabolism that sitting on his ass all day didn't truly affect him. His blond hair had brown in it at places- this undoubtedly came from his mother, who never looked a day over 30 straight to the grave. His father was a sports gym tycoon, and his gyms decorated the whole city. When Alex's father had died, HE inherited the buisness- which, of course, he had no clue how to run. He ended up leaving it to some one elsed, in exchange for a monthly stipend.
Alex sighed, and closed his eyelids again. He must be going crazy. He was seeing things. He opened his eyes again, and 2 little red eyes met his sea green ones.
"Ah knyew it, Ah knyew it! Tomoe, 'E's up! Wanker's been tryin' ta pr'tend 'e wuz asleep, but ah caught 'im! Caught 'im roight in th'act, ah did!"
After that, a second set of eyes, these ones a deep blue, moved in front of him, and gave him a thoughtful stare.
"Well, well, well, Sleeping Beauties' up! How long were y' planing on taking? We have important buissness that can't wait, and yer sleepin in! Now git up, we got werk t'do!"
Alex blinked slowly, rubbed his eyes, pulled his covers over his head. There was some muttering, then the covers came off with a swift pull, and Alex got a complete look at his visitors. They were both about two and a half feet tall; one had red horns, and the other blue. These horns were those atypical to those of demons in christian mythos; curved with a wicked point at the end. The were both covered with fur, one red with a jagged pattern of orange around his wrists and ankles; the other was white with a

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Still a virgin, Sir Pillowinks finally resorts to rape at the age of 30.

Unable to achieve erection, Sir Pillowinks kills the victim and divides the corpse into six sections: head, arms, legs and torso. The dismembered body parts are then contained within a large freezer located in his mother’s basement.

After a few days Sir Pillowinks pulls out the torso to let it thaw. After which he begins to preheat the oven. To pass the time Sir Pillowinks begins to finger the corpse slowly while staring at its armpit, then begins to cry, “you never did anything for me!” Sir Pillowinks looks to a bottle of pills (amphetamines) and pops about three of the pills contained.

The upstairs oven beeps loudly and Sir Pillowinks with his pants-off rushes jiggling-ly up the stairs with the torso. Sir Pillowinks opens the door to the oven, and begins to stuff the torso inside. Sir Pillowinks lets go of the torso two-thirds the way in the oven; Sir Pillowinks clutches his heart and widens his eyes. He then falls forwards, his body breaking the oven door and his face landing in the oven. So there lay Sir Pillowinks’ face next to the fried torso; the oven still going and thoroughly cooking both.

A few hours later there’s a knock at the door. After a few minutes of knocking the man lets himself in, revealing a mostly bald and generally poorly aged UkpU, “hey man, I brought your meth!” To no return UkpU begins searching the house for Sir Pillowinks.

UkpU finally stumbles into the kitchen, finding what is left of Sir Pillowinks’ face and a corpse two-thirds the way charred. UkpU then begins to fidget and tweak-out from the excitement; reaching into his pocket UkpU pulls out a pipe and lighter. Placing the pipe upon his lips UkpU glances at the oven scenery, “he deserved it.” UkpU then lights his pipe.

Boom.