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I have writer's block at the moment, but if I get past it soon, I will certainly write a story in all it's bloodthirsty glory.

You should write one too. I would like to read it. Or maybe you could start one that we could add to.

Thank you for the reply! That is a splendid idea.

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    I see a lone warrior standing atop a hill. Down in the fields below, an ever darkening horizon descends upon him as he looks down only to see legions of soldiers pouring towards him. The fields that were once lush and green with spring looked as if night itself was oozing forth from it.

    With a final breath, he raises his sword above his head... And charges down into the fields below. The sound that rang through the air as he clashed with their shields was not human. It was the sound of twisting metal and death.

    Wave after wave fell upon him, only to be massacred before their brothers eyes. His sword cut through their bodies like a shark moving through the water. If his blade stops, he dies. He relished in the fear in ones eyes as he crushed their windpipe with his shield, While bringing his sword down upon another's forehead dying his face red with blood. He left nothing but screams and limbs in his wake.

    In his blind rage, they toppled the warrior. It was as if time itself slowed, he could see his sword falling through the air next to him as he fell. He could see everything around him growing dark as their numbers continued to swell. He could feel the warmth of their bodies as they blotted out the sky above him.

    Then it connected. He felt the cold steel in his hands once again, and with a triumphant swing upwards he decapitated two of their brethren. Hopping to his feet he swung wildly, now completely surrounded and outnumbered. He could feel the bloodlust coarsing through his veins as his teeth cracked between his clenched jaw. Jabbing his sword through the closest ones eye, he took their shortsword.

    Then he begun... to spin. As he picked up speed, a bone curtling sound came from the swords. The force of the impact on their skulls was making them whirr. The sound itself became so unbearable many fell to their knees clutching their bleeding ears, only to meet face to face with the warriors oscillating blades.

    On that day, the warrior proved to all the worlds armies how mighty he was. Believe me when I say no one left that field, save for him. He used their bodies as mere toys. Sacks of meat to play with and dispose of. Pincushions for his swords. There was no longer green to be seen anywhere, the entire field was bathed in the blood and carcasses of his enemies. 

    Now the warrior sits upon his hill, waiting for the next fool to challenge him.

This is not mine, but i think it has to do with the topic and i really liked it so i want to share it.

"There's a storm inside of us. I've heard many team guys speak of this. A burning. A river. A drive. An unrelentine driver to push yourself further than anyone could ever think possible. Pushing ourself into those cold dark corners where the bad things live. Where the bad things fight. We wanted that fight at the highest volume. A loud fight. The loudest, coldest, darkest, most unpleasant of the unpleasant fights." 

Thank you for sharing your stories!

Trevor awoke to tingling pain in his legs. He cried out for his mother, but then remembered he was 40 and his mother was dead. He looked down at his legs to realize they were covered in praying mantises. Little bitty cool looking green things were slowly devouring his legs. Trevor became exceedingly conflicted about this, because he had an obsession with praying mantises, he loved them. He didn't want to force the little critters off; they were probably having fun. But it was hurting really, really bad. So bad. Trevor tensed up more and cried out as one of them tore a little too deep into his skin. He could see a little bit of blood already. He decided his new little insect friends were just going to have to find a meal somewhere else, because Trevor just couldn't take it anymore. He shook them off, had to ply some of them off, and hoped really hard that they wouldn't try to come back for more. Suddenly, one of them spoke. Trevor didn't know how he knew this, but it's name was Triaculous.

A shrill sound filled his ears, Triaculous' voice, "Thank you, Trevor. Your service has been most admirable."

Trevor got pissed off. These weren't real bugs. Bug's can't fucking talk!

Then he remembered it all; he remembered that he was in a sensory deprivation tank. His name wasn't even Trevor, it was Janet. Your name is Janet.

You must wake up, Janet.

I wrote this one late night drinking caffine and listening to 80's music. You can take some inspiration from here. 

IM BACK B1CHES
im gonna give you stiched
they iches
no more riches
deep 6 you into ditches
but first cook you up in my kitchen
greener then lichen
so quit your bitchen'

Hitchen you to my trailer rig
Ima gonna make you dig
your own grave rick
and with a flick
of a finger on a triiger swich
i'll blow off your white ass dick
You've been nicked you hick

They say I'm worse than hannibal
you know, the cannibal
but all I wear are flannels
and sometimes channel
I honeymooned in panama with your grandma
for christ sakes, my favourite food is the bannana
and I love a good handjob

Shit the lights and sirens
I forgot the Iron
I smashed your mammas head ryan
Oh wait, your name is rick?
we gonna die bitch
Im lyin
Is it your first time dyin?
Hi, my name's mich
kinda sounds like dick or rick
flick that cum off your wrist
this is the real shit

Damn swat
are we on dope rocks
them badges, they've flocked
behind every car and rock
cant belive I am shocked
I am locked and loaded
rick is already dead and bloated
balloned so bad he almost floated
he poked me in the back of the head while I wrote this

They say I'm worse than hannibal
you know, the cannibal
but all I wear are flannels
and sometimes channel
I honeymooned in panama
for christ sakes, my favourite food is the bannana

They cops, they be going floor by floor
door to door
I've wired up lucy from next door
its not like she is going to survive this
at least with the bomb wired to her eyelids
no way to hide it
9 more bodies on my list
Ready lucy?
there's nowhere to run
Plus I'm done
I am All out of fun
bitch cops, these arent your normal locks
You might have just knocked
Lucy, start the clock
the enterprise is about to dock

oh, what the fuck have I done
I want this to stop
No cops, I dont wanna get shot
oh fuck lucy and the bomb,
run! we all gonna get well done

-Anon51

I rededicated this little rap to thrill because it matches her style but use it if you want

I have been working on a love story, about a very sensitive transgender narcissist that falls in love with a tall handsome sociopath with a above average penis.

The only problem is that. Whenever I start to put it in words, I start crying. When I am able to maintain my composer. I will share this heart wrenching story with you.