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Read at your own discretion. You may not like what you read. This is a bit NSFW.

Spoiler: Four Men getting Gravy in the Navy

Journal Entry 1


It was a bright Autumn day on the S.S. Smegma destroyer. It was me and my 3 best mates, O’Reilly, a young chap with a reasonable sized schlong. Betty White, a strong young woman whose hair is longer in her nether regions than on top her head. And there there was Mr. Clean, a mute man whose penis was larger than any man's heart. I find myself walking beside them, the clatter of our footsteps harmonized against the cold metal floor of the vessel. We reaching briefing after making our way through the sticky hallways of the Smegma Destroyer, only to find myself in front of our Commander, Mrs. Butterworth. It’s said that her indian accent is even stronger than her rounded figure, but I find her to be more curvy than rounded. Mrs. Butterworth placed her eyes on me, and in that moment I knew. The Smegma Eaters were back. They were no creatures such as the Smegma Eaters. The only humanoid feature about them was the male genitialia protuding from their back. But what came out of this penis was not semen, but instead a toxin injected orally or anally. Even the smallest dose will cause a man to drop to the floor in violent orgasms. I proceeded towards the armory, reaching for my weapon. Each man on the ship was required to use Vaginal Discharge rounds, the only round known to dissolve the thick vaginal walling that covered the entirety of their body. We were ordered to head to the deck. But, I had tripped on my shoelace on my way to the deck, hitting my head against the hard metal flooring. I fell unconscious then, but what happened soon after I woke will stay in my mind forever.

Journal Entry 1B

I had awoken to the startling sound of man meat against man meat. The ground beneath me was a sickly brown color, with the consistency of a wet sponge. It did not take me long to realize where I was. I was inside the dripping chamber, as Betty White had called it. The place where the Smegma monsters would reproduce with a human host. And soon thereafter, I heard the horrific sound of a penis slapping against wet skin. I reached my belt for my menstruation laced knife, holding it close to my body. The Smegma monster entered the room. I felt nausea, a sickly sight of Vaginal Fluids and semen dripping from it’s wet skin. It came closer, and I forced the blade in it’s throat, sexual bodily fluids dripping from the wound falling on to me. I forced the vomit down my throat. I eventually give in, and convulse violently as the vomit drips from my chin. Wiping it up against my sleeve, I stand up, my knuckles white as my fingers clench to the knife, approaching the light source from the other side of the cave...
Journal Entry 2
It didn’t take me long to realise I was in the eye of the shit storm. The thick canadian accent of Ms. Butterworth resonating in my ears. Tossed my weapon, and my thick Labia plated armor, I was to man the front lines. It was my first time manning the front, as I am usually on the SS Smegma Destroyer. There are many mechanisms to prevent breaching of the front lines. This included Artillery that ejected Baby Gravy rounds, able to take down a large group of Smegma monsters. And each man was equipped with a Vaginal Annihilation Neurotoxins, shot off in small canisters from confetti launchers. I was given 5 of these canisters, and was supplied my own confetti launcher. I held the penis fastened to a chain in a similar fashion to a cross tightly, praying to myself as an attack was announced throughout the trench. They were coming. The first man to be hit was feet away from me, jolting violently from his orgasms as the medics pulled him away, leaving behind a trail of semen and blood. The smegma monsters were relentless, the screams of men all ejaculating around me, almost in a perfect unison. I knew what must be done. Reaching for the confetti launcher attached to my belt, I peered my head from the trench. Shooting off the Vaginal Neurotoxin, piercing it through the head of the Smegma monster. It let out a piercing screech, it’s massive body falling to the ground. Regardless, the smegma monsters pushed forward, coating the land in thick semen. I climbed up out of the trench, running as fast as I could. But it was too late, and my world was tainted black.

Spoiler: When you give a Turtle a Gynecologist exam

It has been fifteen days since I’ve last seen the brilliant light of the sun. I am trapped, behind the bars of my sanity and out of reach of the freedom brought upon from insanity. Fifteen days ago, I was slipped Rohypnol, and found myself in a dangling cang. Every day, I was fed carvings of the Labia from my masked captors. The only exposing skin they had showed a remarkable resemblance to an aged scrotum. Their masks could only be described as if someone had wrapped the foreskin of a penis around a cylinder and attached it to a wooden plank and called it good. Suddenly, I felt cold, and before I knew what was happened, I was being dragged across the stone floor.

Spoiler: The Story of Alexander

Alexander woke up to the sound of bells ringing in his ears. The bench from which he sat on was made of wood, splintering the back of his neck. His breath was forced, the air around him thick with sawdust and other debris. He was in the church. Alexander groaned loudly as he forced his body into a sitting position, each of his joints and muscles in absolute refusal to this simple movement. If there was any clue as to why he had awaken in an abandoned church, Alexander had not come close to finding it. He had no recollection of the previous night, or even the week before. In fact, the only thing that Alexander had any memory towards was his purpose. He was set out to do the one thing many before him could not accomplish. He was to murder his own mother, the wretched bitch who drowned his brother many years ago. He had the blade to do it, hidden away in the inside pocket of his jacket. He unsheathed the magnificent blade, etched upon its surface was carvings that marked each life it had taken. Tallied up, the blade had 12 markings, each with the insignia of the family the person had belonged to. His family’s marking was the red crow, which had signified wealth. But Alexander was seen as a disgrace to his family, a child that resulted from an affair, and as a result was not allowed to wear the insignia. Alexander sheathed the blade, leaving the church into the blinding light. He proceeded down the narrow roads that lead from the abandoned church.

 

no

 

Amazing. Your wife sure seemed to like my story while it was taped to my dick.

 

my wife died from the dicking I gave her you insensitive asshole

 

You could only rub her clit and just ended up giving her deadly rug burn? Ouch.

 

This is gold.

 

I used to contemplate suicide, after reading your story I've decided to go through with it.

 

Thank you my good man. It's good to see someone who has respect for the art.

Glad I could help!

 

more like I dug my dick so far in that it created a portal to narnia but she ended up dying because a minotaur came through and fucking wrecked her shit

 

You have nothing to compensate for.
Also. I'm looking for some names. Feel free to shoot some at me.

 

pussy destroyer
vaginal hubris
vagina monsters
cum monkeys
poop king
ass pounder
dick consumer
banana shaker
melon milker
coconut milk
semen sample


just to name a few

 

Not bad. Not bad.

 

semen demons
balls to the walls of her uterus
semen grenade launcher
a big gun fires off in a nice plump apple
dick twister
bob good
bush
did
9/11
crack cocaine
ass drinker
was invented
ketchup bottle dick maneuver
by the fbi
fully automatic dick machine gun
to kill the black population

 

Added part two.

 

I'm sobbing at the elegance of the writing. The character development & design, plot, and slowly built lore are just astounding.

 

Wait until the name reveal.

 

Part three added

 

My name is not important, what is important is what I'm going to do. I just fucking hate this world, and the human worms feasting on it's carcass; my life is cold bitter hatred, and I always wanted to die violently. This is the time of vengeance, and no life is worth saving; and I will put as many in a grave as I can. It's time for me to kill, and it's time for me to die....my genocide crusade begins here.

 

You are my inspiration for writing this.

 

I've heard of hatred too