Create-a-fic

fuck it i'm bored

basically ypu must write three sentences of a piece of fiction and person below you does three sentences continuing it

go wild

no trolling, spoilsports

first person decides context

go

 

It was a dark and stormy night, you're sitting alone in your cabin out in the woods.

You get up from your rocking chair from your fireplace to pour yourself some milk.

As you traverse down your dark halls, you notice something by the windows.

 

A hairy black arab man with a turban yells "ALLAHU ACKBAR." He'd rub his black pubic hairs over the window.
Fright would ensue into your body as you start to fell vertigo. You'd reach for your Black M1911 aiming at the window.
The hairy black arab would then fire a dart from the roof into your neck as your vision goes blurry and you fall unconscious.

 

You slowly begin to awake however, overwhelmed by silence. Your body isn't fully awake to process the situation.
The hairy black arab man walks into the room and brings himself to your ear, whispering "Join us American pig!"
The hairy black arab man unzips himself and is revealed to be Chairmang Cheng, leader of the People's Republic of China.

 

The white Canadian man from the cabin slowly runs away into the frosted forest. He'd slowly unzip his coat reveling himself to be Tyrone Brown.
He takes out his six shooter firing in the air as he aims it toward the chipmunk firing, killing it.
He takes the rodent devouring it before he slowly slips the cold revolver into his pants.

 

It it unknown as to where or how the white Canadian got there (and also how Vexus knows jack shit about Liberty Prime), but you knew one thing. You needed to get your nigger ass out of there, or you'll be the next communist to fall. So you ran, and you ran far, looking back only once, and then back down to your hand which was stroking your cock.

 

Diamond hard, you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation for what wait ahead. Not daring to look back a second time your body moved with haste and ease, shivering with every gentle movement coupled with the strokes. You were close, but you certainly couldn't just bust in some hallway!

 

You decide to bust in some hallway anyways, as your dick becomes highly sensitive, you ignore and continue to masturbate but with intense speed!
You pull so hard that in one stroke, you manage to rip your penis clean off. There's blood everywhere and the meme kiddos were summoned, running towards you
You decide to haul ass towards the door, despite the trail of blood you've left behind. You see light at the end of the hallway, unsure if you go towards it or turn around and face the meme kiddos

 

Regardless of the fact that you no longer have your member, you decide to use the blood spurting out of your former penis to lube up your hands, and proceed to finger yourself viciously. You turn around, facing the memers, extending your freehand towards them into a middle finger, and rip your fist out your asshole and charge. You hit one of them with your shit and blood covered hand, but you are overwhelmed, and you fall unconscious.

 

There was noone left who could remember how it had happened, how the world had fallen under the darkness.

Noone who would oppose the robots, noone who would challenge their power.

Or so Doctor Wily believed.

 

He notices a figure in the distance, strolling towards him.
"Whos there?" He says, half in fear..
Half in hope.

 

Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Doctor Light lived in a run down tenement.

An eccentric and brilliant man, Light was a loner, a thinker - a man of ideas. Ideas forbidden in Wily's society, the society for which he worked, the society in which he lived. The society that he would set free.

 

what the fuck happened

 

You are the last man alive on Earth, sitting inside a room. Someone knocks on the door.
fin.

 

Then you remember that you're retarded, and that you're not the last person alive - you're just a s a d b o y who never leaves his room. You look to your left, seeing a shotgun, you pick up said shotgun, staring down the barrel.

 

You realize what the fuck is this story. So you continue to stare at the barrel.
Around you, there's a 12-Gaige Shell, awaiting for what's gonna happen. You load it in, ready for your destiny.
And so you do. You pull the trigger. It all goes black. But then, a flash of light appears, as you open your eyes, resting on your bed. It was all a dream.

 

It turns out you're actually in a hospital bed. A doctor walks inside the room and nonchalantly tells you that your eardrums ruptured and you completely missed the shot.
You shrug and then go home to play Skyrim.