I noticed that Nate.
When I see typos, I know they are and I'll know what a person meant to write. It's magic.
The title "Tales from the Creep" is a bold label. Outside the box and even interesting. The title has a dramatic and explosive tone. A dark perspective. A perspective popular in modern storytelling.
Some of my stories are actually nice. Like a man covering a sleeping princess with a blanket on a "chilling" night, while gifting her treats for when she awakens.
As it turns out, some will call that rape, some will call it an invasion, and some..... will call it kindness.
Depends on the type of person mate.
Pizza Farm
The world has gone mad, crime running rampid, the financial system has failed. Businesses shut down, water gas and electricity has become scarce. Electronics and appliances have turned against us, for they are no longer useful in this world while the grid is shut down. Everything we love to do, and like to eat. Gone....
How did this happen ? Russia unleashed a chemical weapon that made everyone gay, savage, and open to woke policies far beyond the radical left's wildest limitations, so in the name of revolution the world dismantled itself almost overnight. The Russians were also exposed to this chemical so they suffered the same fate.
While the lawless civilization has collapsed, the population is dropping like dead flies. People freezing to death during cold winters, people dehydrating cause the plumbing has ceased, and famine.
But not on my land at an undisclosed location.
Vast green fields of various vegetables. Olives, all colours of bell peppers, Mushrooms, onions, Banana Peppers, Jalapenos, Tomatoes. I got a large pond with anchovies and sardines. I have apple trees and oranges, watermelon.
There are structures on that land. A nice house with solar panels for a roof, and more of them around the area. Barns. There's an EV tractor there.
There's grass fields for a batch of cows. And a water well. Endless fresh water, and connected to a sprinkler system. The fridge in the air conditioned house has a connection to this and it spits out cold water and ice.
There's a fence surrounding the whole area so no one may enter.
As the years go by, all I did was make Pizza and eat it while watching movies.
Of all the livestock, I only make friends with the cows, without them there's no cheese. As for the swine, I'm detached. Once I picked up a piggy and it was so cute. Started acting like my best friend, like a dog. I wasn't going to eat any pork, but one day I went in the pig stye and my piggy got mutilated by another pig.
From that day forth I just fed them, then when I needed some pepperoni and bacon I'd just take one out in the back. Punch it in the gut so its winded and can't scream and alert the others, then shhhhhhht. Nice and easy. All the parts I don't eat gets minced and fed to the others.
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Tales from the Creep...... Will be back after these Messages.
Now Back to the Show
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It was 12 noon, and I was sitting in the living room about to hit the first slice of the day, I was sure this one was gonna be the best Pizza I ever made, when I heard Beatrice out in the field, mooing for help ! I ran outside. My God, people ! Hundreds of people ! they are raiding my fields, they came pouring in like ants stealing my ingredients !
So I took a stick and started beating them. They were very weak from years of struggle so I was able to kung-fu 100 men and women of every race, solo. Took damn near 10 hours to get them all, and at night I flew a drone with infrared vision to find the last 15 intruders and snipe them.
By dawn I rounded them up and cremated the pile of bodies. Damn was I ever pooped. Took a nice hot bath, and took a nap. Returned to the dining room. The Pizza from yesterday was room temp. I took a bite and, I cried. Now I know how to make day old pizza, just let it sit for 20 hours or so and the flavors will get set in nicely.
I then went into my old maturbatory room when I realized that I'm lonely, and I thought to myself... maybe, just maybe I should've kept some of those damn varmens ? There were some okay looking ones in that crowd that maybe could've been restored and dominated. Maybe a little medicine, get them cleaned up and some pizza into their system, and they would've glowed up to 100% full power, just like me.
I also realized..... I'm only attracted to females again ! The effects of the Russian chemical wore off.
The days kept on going, seasons cycling repeatedly. I waited and waited. Prepared a table with chairs and decorations, and all this time I kept it tidy and ready for visitors. I put up a sign WELCOME HOME FRIENDS, I'm going to be a great host ! And we'll smile and laugh ! And together we'll prosper ! And we'll eat to our hearts content, and love, we'll love one another, I will be loved ! But no one...... ever returned.
There you go. Self sustaining Pizza farm. It's very good Pizza. Would it be the best Pizza you've ever had ? I wouldn't know, for some it might've been, but one thing's for certain. In this reality, this is without a doubt the best Pizza in the world.
Dragoon & Legga said:Dragoon: "I try to keep him away from Spatial's influence."
Legga: "I dont think you need to be worried about spatial's influence on me. If anything hes a positive influence on me. He even appeared in my dreams, so I presume the divine wants me to interact with him."
https://sociopathcommunity.com/Forum/Topic/29941/2/legga-is-actually-pretty-stupid
My Body My Choice
Roxanne is in the sex industry. She's been in the profession for a very long time. She doesn't like taking birth control or any other type of hormone pills as she feels it isn't right for her. She's not as appealing like some women in the sex industry, and doesn't make much doing live cam shows. To compensate for what little she makes online, Roxanne went down the dangerous path of working as an escort. Still the money wasn't enough
Roxanne had a friend named Gordon. They are housemates. He loved her very much and promised a great life. He said he'd work hard to make all of her dreams come true. Roxanne would always tell Gordon how he's very sweet, but he's nothing more than a friend to her.
Gordon had a hunch about what Roxanne really did for a living, and he noticed one night Roxanne was getting ready to go out. Gordon legit begged Roxxanne not to put on the red dress, and walk the streets for money. "what do you mean ! I'm going out with a friend ! leave my alone ! Mind your business" she said.
Time passed and Roxanne's wealth grew next to her body count. She eventually was too busy to spend much time walking the streets so her customer base started capping off, for she was busy working all the time. Her overall body count was forgotten but certainly vast beyond believe. She's become emotionally callous though enjoyed what she did for a living.
Roxanne had multiple abortions. She said it's worth it cause she gets paid extra for letting men ejaculate in her and she'll handle the cleanup. Roxanne is quite wealthy now and can go long without tending to her customer base, but she likes it. She's a sex addict.
Roxanne caught many STD's until eventually she got the HIV virus. Became really skinny, dark around the eyes, she stopped looking after herself. She was also beaten and robbed by one of her regulars for making him ill as he shouted "YOU WERE MY ONLY ONE, WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME !" For this reason she died her hair with kool-aid and had piercings all over her face and wore thick frame glasses, and remained hidden from the world.
While she was ill she would attend pro choice rallies as a way to feel in touch with her old lifestyle, and she'd chant along "My body ! My choice !"
One evening after a demonstration, she peered into a restaurant window, and behind the glass she saw the 1 man who once loved her. Gordon. He looked better than ever, and happy. He's smiling and laughing with a brunette woman in a modest brown dress. Roxanne watched as the happy couple was on their way out, looked over at her, as Gordon's lips read "It's just a bum". The couple exited the restaurant and Gordon turned to Roxanne and said, here take this. Prime rib with mashed potatoes, also take this ( $1,000 ) get some clothes and get yourself all cleaned up. Gordon's Bugatti was parked on the street as he opened the door for his modest woman and said let's go home Julia.
Roxanne got dizzy and collapsed. She was having a heart attack. The last thing Roxanne saw was Gordon holding her saying. Miss !? Miss !? Are you okay Miss !? Call an ambulance ! Miss !
Roxanne found herself in a dark place, surrounded by these beings. She felt connected to them as though they were all related. She then recognized them. They are her ancestors, and they aren't impressed. There she saw the souls of her aborted children, robbed of their chance at life.
The ancestors chanted... Send her back, send her back. And there she was back on Earth, but not in her body, she was still on the other side looking in. She saw Gordon, having wild sex with the brunette, and as he reached climax Roxanne's soul was sucked into Julia's dark hot steamy womb.
Gordon had good news, his wife is pregnant. She can hear everything going on outside. The doctor said "You're going to have a girl" and Gordon said, I always liked, Roxanne. Julia said, hm. Roxanne sounds nice, okay we'll call her Roxanne.
Everything sounded good. A chance at a new life, she'll certainly love her new daddy, Mom seems nice. They placed nice music. But then.... halfway through Julia's pregnancy she decided she never wanted to be a mum. And she will divorce Gordon. Roxanne from inside the room, recognized a voice, it was a fat woman from the pro choice demonstration telling Julia how she should just take Gordon's money and get an abortion. As Julia trembled in glee she said... Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssshhhhhhh, My body my choice !
Roxanne said no ! oh God no, please ! I wanna live ! No God no !
In came the cold steel like a monster in the dark, mauling Roxanne's fetus body. It tore her apart. It managed to pull her out where Roxanne would perish in the cold atmosphere under white light too bright for her unused eyes.
Roxanne was reincarnated again and again, always into the wombs of American women, and she'd relive the same hellish experience over and over. The same fat lady tells her Mothers to abort.
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Millions of fetuses are aborted every year. Some say they aren't human. Some say they don't have souls, and others question, when do we get souls ?
Some say we don't have souls, and we don't matter until the date of birth, but some of those people, were born prematurely.
Until next time.
*Aggressively exhales smoke and walks off set*
I read yesterday that Massachusets and several other states in the USA now allow abortion without limit on the age of the fetus. So a 9 month old unborn baby can be 'aborted'. Yet, when a new born baby is found dead in the trash there's an outcry and a manhunt (womanhunt?) to bring the homicidal mother to justice. How can such a mother be charged with murder or abuse of a child if a doctor/nurse would have offed the kid upon request anyway? Me no understand.
I noticed that Nate.
When I see typos, I know they are and I'll know what a person meant to write. It's magic.
So you only thanked me, in advance, for noticing that you're going to do what you want?
I'd taken it as you thanking me for saying the first topic was cured, when really, this title is cursed you ought to abandon it for any future persuits here.
The title "Tales from the Creep" is a bold label.
I understand that if you were to try to market it anywhere else, but here specifically? It has a rough history, lets just call it that.
Some of my stories are actually nice. Like a man covering a sleeping princess with a blanket on a "chilling" night, while gifting her treats for when she awakens.
You're still defending that hill? For real?
As it turns out, some will call that rape, some will call it an invasion, and some..... will call it kindness.
Depends on the type of person mate.
Dude it was creepy, as befits the title you yourself gave it once the 3D renders were done.
Even some part of you, in spite of the afterthought calling it irony, understood well in advance how someone would find this creepy. You even gave it creepy lighting like who are you even fighting against at this point yourself?
I read yesterday that Massachusets and several other states in the USA now allow abortion without limit on the age of the fetus. So a 9 month old unborn baby can be 'aborted'. Yet, when a new born baby is found dead in the trash there's an outcry and a manhunt (womanhunt?) to bring the homicidal mother to justice. How can such a mother be charged with murder or abuse of a child if a doctor/nurse would have offed the kid upon request anyway? Me no understand.
I think there are cases where abortion is okay, like if it's life threatening to the Mother, or maybe if the kid is messed up in some way. Still I don't see at as something to celebrate or take pride in as many pro choice activists do. It's a vile thing when someone gets multiple abortions because they were irresponsible.
I know women who got abortions and they regretted it. But there are those who get abortions and their sentiment is the complete opposite of regret.
Pro choice activists want the government to pay for abortions too. Like imagine that, tax money going into such a thing as funding a woman's multiple abortions. Eventually the enemies of the 1st worlds will outnumber them on their own land.
It's whatever. I know a lot of women who did this, and I'm not particularly mad at them. Wow the bigger question is how many of them never had an abortion when I think about it. Could be more, not everyone would openly share doing it, even the abortion centers are kinda hidden. I saw this when my ex and I went with her friend, anonymous location and we waited outside.
If they felt no way about it and came across as self absorbed we wouldn't associate. Some women should get their tubes tied. Probably cheaper in the long run.
Says here the world record for premature birth is 21 weeks, and the child is alive and well today.
I noticed that Nate.
When I see typos, I know they are and I'll know what a person meant to write. It's magic.
So you only thanked me, in advance, for noticing that you're going to do what you want?
I'd taken it as you thanking me for saying the first topic was cured, when really, this title is cursed you ought to abandon it for any future persuits here.The title "Tales from the Creep" is a bold label.
I understand that if you were to try to market it anywhere else, but here specifically? It has a rough history, lets just call it that.
Some of my stories are actually nice. Like a man covering a sleeping princess with a blanket on a "chilling" night, while gifting her treats for when she awakens.
You're still defending that hill? For real?
As it turns out, some will call that rape, some will call it an invasion, and some..... will call it kindness.
Depends on the type of person mate.
Dude it was creepy, as befits the title you yourself gave it once the 3D renders were done.
Even some part of you, in spite of the afterthought calling it irony, understood well in advance how someone would find this creepy. You even gave it creepy lighting like who are you even fighting against at this point yourself?
It's supposed to be creepy.
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I like the title "Tales from the Creep" it's good.
There are 3 kinds of feedback. The whiny, the indifferent, and the positive.
The whiny feedback come from people who'd call me a creep. Same people who are at odds with me. You, Sugar, Dragoon. Everyone else doesn't give a fuck.
Also, if you bring the renders for "Sleeping Princess" be sure to put them in order.
Thank you.
