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"Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the Sinner!" -halford. sinner story1: okay so a bus now. on a bus. pretty full but with a few empty seats. it smells a bit stale. grey. and at the back an old bum. coughing. over and over. hacking and coughing. no other talking. no noise but the bus and the coughing. and the scene goes on for about 2 minutes like that. just getting more and more uncomfortable. finally this funny middle aged lady looks up and says: 'hey so they put martha in jail, eh? and i hear she's teaching cooking classes and making sure all the other women eat proper meals.' and then she looks back at her lap where there's a little mouse she's squeezing in her hands. THE END. sinner story2: okay, there's this fat kid and he's sitting on a dirty park bench in the fall. and he's eating a chocolate bar. and everything is normal till the camera pans down and you see that he has no legs just bloody stumps with torn flesh. but the kid doesn't notice he's just eating the chocolate bar real slow and staring straight ahead. chocolate on his chin. and then he notices you and turns and says 'hey, you wanna suck my dick?'. THE END. sinner story3: okay, there's a guy walking along mumbling and as you get closer you can tell he's saying 'i'm gonna fucking kill her that bitch i'm gonna kill her yeah bash her skull and murder that sorry fucking cunt...' and then he notices you and turns and smiles and licks his hand and wipes his hair down to the side his head. THE END. sinner story4: okay, there's this little girl, like ... 8 or so. with braids. blonde hair and blue ribbons. she's standing beside a big old tree and she's blowing bubbles with her pink bubble gum. pop. pop. pop. and she's twirling her hair with her finger and looking at the ground and turning her dirty shoe into the soil so it makes a little hole. and she does that for a while. and then she slowly looks up, mainly with her eyes. and she looks at you and says 'run'. but her voice is an old lady voice, really raspy and gurgled. and then she giggles and looks back down at her shoe. THE END. sinner story5: machine gun fire overhead, piles of dead bodies under foot. like climbing over a sea of molding rotten wood. it smells. our hero continues to climb forward, through the carnage. steely eyed, with nary a glance downward. the dead are just that. there's no helping them now. THE END. sinner story6: okay, so there's a little bug. um... like an ant. yeah. it's an ant. and it's on my fucking toe. and i keep wiggling my toe and kicking my foot but the fucking bitch won't let go. it's a fire ant. and i don't like fire. it reminds me of when my blankets lit up after falling on this lousy space heater cause my cheap ass landlord kept turning off the heat. it wasn't the melting flesh that bothered me so much, more the fact that i knew my burntup cock wouldn't ever fuck the same again. THE END. press---invite 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
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