Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/03/31(Sun)23:13 No. 503022 ID: 7cec11
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'Fear not, private,' reassured the gruff sergeant Kresh. 'Fear is for lady-boys. You're not a lady-boy, are you, private?'

'Oh, certainly not, sir!'

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/03/31(Sun)23:13 No. 503023 ID: 7cec11
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'That's right, private,' said the sergeant, before delivering a playful, yet excessively solid slap to Droth's back.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/03/31(Sun)23:14 No. 503024 ID: 7cec11
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The lost soldiers stand in a vast, dark forest. Its vast darkness spreads all over the soldiers, like a malicious, mysterious butter.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/03/31(Sun)23:16 No. 503026 ID: 7cec11
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'What is even going on? Are we seriously in a forest? With actual trees,' asks corporal Rorg. Nobody answers the question, leaving the corporal to feel unappreciated in his role.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/03/31(Sun)23:16 No. 503027 ID: 7cec11
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Suddenly, the trio hear actual music blasting through the trees ahead. The music works its way through the forest, like a molester's hands inside the clothing of its victim.

>>503027
Find the source of the music. Possibly shoot it.

Shoot the trees first, just in case they're cleverly disguised bandits.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)00:18 No. 503038 ID: 7cec11
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'We will investigate it! We have nothing to fear, for we are the elite,' exclaims the sergeant. He flexes his muscles, causing his military singlet to stretch, and even rupture in certain weak areas. Much of the stitching of the modern uniforms was done by shameful slave-workers, who felt that there was no need for quality in their product.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)00:18 No. 503039 ID: 7cec11
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'Are you ready, Droth?'

'Not really, sir.'

'Good. On three: One... two... three!'

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)00:18 No. 503040 ID: 7cec11
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There is a dog in the way! The soldiers do not want to shoot the gun while a dog is in the line of fire. It would look extremely bad for the twelfth military force if news of needless animal cruelty got to the impressionable and over-sensitive ears of the city's residents.

'Hey, guys! Wanna come to our party?' asks the dog. It is a talking dog; an unusual sight in this area of the world.

That's no dog....

Kill it.

sure. hang out at its den

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)01:23 No. 503045 ID: 7cec11
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'Sure,' the soldiers agree. 'What are you doing here?'

'The gang and I were just discussing knots.'

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)01:24 No. 503046 ID: 7cec11
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'Ugh!'

Sergeant Kresh falls over onto his back, grasping at his pained chest.

'Droth! Droth, come here, quickly!'

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)01:25 No. 503047 ID: 7cec11
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Urgently, the private cradles the fallen soldier on his lap. He holds his hand tight, and listens carefully.

'Droth,' the sergeant coughs violently. 'It was too much for me! Tell my wife, I lo- uuurgh.'

The sergeant falls limp in his comrade's arms. It is very emotional.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)01:25 No. 503048 ID: 7cec11
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Overcome with grief, the private screams to the heavens. If there are gods, they are as uncaring and cold as this evil world.

They killed kresh! those lousy stinking yelloy furries, they killed kresh!

>>503048
You must have vengeance.

Kill them all.

youre clearly outnumbered, surrender while you still have your life. may they be merciful suiters

>>503063
Also, inquire more about these "knots." For the good of the city.

smite them all

with your penis

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)02:26 No. 503072 ID: 7cec11
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The private's mind is filled with a thousand rampaging thoughts, then the realisation strikes him like an icy spear, or a bolt of lightning; an icy one:

THE ANIMALS WERE THE ENEMY ALL ALONG!

Droth is sweating like a dog, which is terrible because when dogs sweat, they become very smelly. The desire for revenge empowers him to take action.

He turns to the corporal, who is currently speaking to one of them.

'...and this is what I use for size comparison when I take photos,' says the bear, holding a can of carbonated drink in his hand. His beady, emotionless eyes glance over the shoulder of the corporal, meeting with the gaze of the bereaved private Droth.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)02:27 No. 503073 ID: 7cec11
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Panicked, the private grasps the shoulder of the corporal, to pull him to safety, but it is already too late.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)02:27 No. 503074 ID: 7cec11
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'What's wrong, Droth? I'm a part of the gang, now. Like my new toy?'

>>503074
No.

He has been indoctrinated!
We are the only sane one left but we can't let them know or we are done for.

Swallow your pride and tell him that you like his new toy and would like to join the gang yourself. We must locate their leader and take him out.

needs cum lube

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)03:58 No. 503081 ID: 7cec11
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>>503079
>We are the only sane one left

Droth, defeated by pure terror, and reluctance to use words like 'swallow' in such situations, shrieks madly. A piece of his sanity; forever destroyed.

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)03:59 No. 503082 ID: 7cec11
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'Want to give it a try?'

Necropolis!!AwZwHkBGWx 2013/04/01(Mon)03:59 No. 503083 ID: 7cec11
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Lieutenant Droth jolts awake with a gasp. His bed and clothing is saturated with sweat. Under his mask, tears roll down his cheeks. He feels a lump in his throat as he replays the images in his head over and over again. Why did it have to happen to him? Why couldn't he have just died on that dreadful evening? That way, he would never be haunted by those tragic memories.

Happy April 1st.

R.I.P. Droth's dignity

darn !

He is probably sleeping next to him, dildo in hand.