The Never-Ending Story Game!

[Nightbreed]

.....when suddenly Mr. Escobar burst back on the scene with a .50 Desert Eagle in his right hand and his body strapped with dynamite.

"Everybody get on the muthafuckin floor now!"

George hurried up and sniffed up the last of his Ajax.

"I'm serious, I'm going blow this muthafucka up if one mo muthafucka moves!" screamed Escobar.

George froze. Escobar walked up to George and put his strap in George's mouth.

"I want you to suck this bitch until it cums," Escobar said with an evil look in his eye. A trickle of sweat dripped down the side of George's face. Escobar then let his Desert Eagle explode in George's mouth sending his Ajax-polluted monkey brains across the room. George's headless body slumped to the floor with a thud and his innards spilled out of his neck all over the floor leaving a bloody hairy lump of dead monkey. Escobar unstrapped the dynamite from his body and tossed it ontop of George's carcass. He removed a remote controlled detonator from his pocket. He waited until he was eight-city blocks away to end all evidence of curious George W. After he smiled from the satisfaction the loud explosion just caused, he jumped into his Bently drove off. Escobar had one more thing to handle...

 

[Lamberto Quintero]

He drove his Bently to the nearest Kinko's. He had a great idea on how to get some money. He had one copy of King Czar Mobs and he planned to make 100 copies of it and sell them out of his Bently. He made the copies and started asking random people on the street if they wanted a copy. Hours passed and Escobar had not sold even one copy, his plan backfired completely. He didnt realize that to sell a product, it has to have demand in the market. King Czar Mobs had as much demand on the streets as a Taco Bell opening up in Mexico City. He was so mad at his business failure that he...

 

[mustynutz]

said "fuck it" and gave up on sobriety...he knew deep down inside he was just a junkie trying to go straight...and he knew it would never happen...

He made that familiar right turn on Normandie....headed towards Crenshaw to the spot he loved so much...1163 Crenshaw, the rock house.

But tonight crack didnt seem like it was gonna fix his desire...he wanted heroin, the bad girl he loved so much....and he wanted a lot, maybe enough for one GOOD last high..,,,he parked his car and got out...walked over to the decrepid building with the junkies in front and did the old knock.."tap....tap tap tap.............tap tap"

He then had a double-barrel shotgun kissing him.....he felt the cold steel against his lips

" Johnny ...its me...Spanky..let me in and stop fuckin round...no one followed me..."

the gun is lowered and the door opens......a 6'7" behemoth still guarding it...he smirks and steps aside..."come on in man...where you been ?"

They made small talk for a minute, but he was there for a purpose.....he headed to the downstairs room...he could smell the aroma of cocaine in the air....he walked faster down the stairs....smoke wafted past his nose...


" Hey baby....you come to score some D...." a middle aged woman said as he past her....she had a pipe in her hand and was in mid-hit as she spoke.....her cracked and chapped lips wrapped around the pipe as she sucked deeply..."yeah thats some good shit" she said as smoke billowed out of her mouth and through her teeth....

He then felt a hand on his shoulder........

 

[28g w/o the bag]

*porno music begins to play*

 

[naner12]

he stood there frozen as the porno music began to play. the hand was now rubbing on his neck. when he finally came to he looked down at the hand and to his surprise .. it was Johnny's hand. he pushes Johnny to the other side of the room and Johnny says "Don't be surprised, you know I started calling you Spanky for a reason." He runs out the house as fast as he can, of course with a $20 bag of dope in his hand. he runs to the nearest corner store and asks to use the bathroom. he runs in the bathroom, ties up right there and just banged the whole $20 bag because he was still flipped out at what happened. as he opens the bathroom door ....

 

[Nightbreed]

...to his surprise and amazement, there they were. His two long lost best freinds, Scott Baio from TV's "Charles in Charge" and Corey Feldman.

"What are you guys doing here?" he muttered. Escobar still had the needle hanging in his vein. He began to drool and slump over as his eyes started to close. Scott and Corey then looked at eachother and smiled. They then both looked at Escobar and said, "We're not who you think we are". Escobar perked up slightly.

"Well, who the fuck are you," he asked.

"We're the Osmonds," they replied as they ripped off their costumes and started singing. "I'm a little bit country...I'm a little bit rock 'n roll".

Escobar reached round for the 50 cal, but couldn't find it. He strted to panic. Their singing was only getting louder and more annoying. His ears began to bleed. He put his hands over his ears and tried running out of the stall, but two big orderlies grabbed him and strapped him down to a gurney. Next thing Escobar knew was he was being wheeled through what appeared to be a hospital. The lights over head blinded him as they past under them. He was then pushed into a pitch black room. There was nothing but silence until the stroke of a match and the flare of the flame broke the thick, quiet, darkeness. An old man placed the flame to his cigarette and inhaled deeply. His face was ghoslty white and his eyes were as black as midnight. He let the burning match fall to floor and then crushed it into the gound with the toe of his shoe.

"Hello, Johnny," he said in a deep, raspy whisper. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Who the fuck are you people ... let me outta here...what do you want from me!" Escobar struggled to escape his confines to no avail. He could hear the old man laughing at his peril.This was it he thought. This was the end. This creepy old bastard was going to kill him for some wrong he had committed in his fucked up life. Escobar felt like the rabid, sewer rat having the life squeezed out of him by the constricting force of the old serpent himself, Lucifer. I'm going to die and go to hell he thought.

"Correction," said the old man. "You're not going to die...you're already dead."
There was a burst of light and Johnny Escobar could see the flames of Hell burning forever around him. Unspeakable tortures were being carried out by demons in every direction. The old man began to laugh as his body burst open to reveal a horrendous incarnation of evil. Satan was now standing before Escobar.

"You were the most wicked man alive, Johnny," he roared. Escobar, now free of the gurney, trembled uncontrollably. He fell to his knees begging for mercy. The cries of damned souls, the roar of the flames and the wicked laughter of all of Hell's demons were banging in his ears, he couldn't take it. Suddenly, there was silence. Escobar looked up to find himself before the alter in Our Lady of Sorrow Catholic church. The same church were he was repeatedly molested by Father Damien Ramses. The same church were he lost all faith and rebuked God for allowing such an evil man to hurt him like that. Satan stood before Johnny manifested as a small girl in Catholic school jumper. Her eyes were completely blacked out and blood poured from her mouth. She held a serpent in one hand and a flaming Bible in the other. She still spoke with the voice of the prince of darkness. Blood began to drip from the eyes of the statue of the Virgin Mother and the head of the crucified Christ above the alter shattered as she let her demonic intentions be heard.

"I own you, Johnny. Your soul is mine for eternity. You died when you pumped that shit into your vein, but I wish to throw you a scrap from my table and make your stay in hell slightly more pleasureable. I've enjoyed the suffering you've caused during your time in the flesh, so I want you to return to your body and handle something for me."

The snake in Satan's hand then flew into Escobar's mouth and wiggled it's way down his throat.

Escobar's eyes opened wide with intent in that bathroom stall. He stood up and ripped the needle from his purplish vein. He felt for his 50 cal. It was there. He walked out of the store with a new mission sent from hell.

 

[Nightbreed]

...now with all the understanding of universal truths, Johnny decided to handle a little bit of personal business before he was to carry out Satan's demands. Escaobar walked directly to Father Damien Ramses home. When the priest made the clear recollection of who this man who had just burst through his door was, his heart froze with terror. When the police discovered the priest's body, it was nailed to the ceiling of his home and each limb had been severed and sewn back with Rosaries. Father Ramses' organs had also been removed and his body had been restuffed with the priest's entire child pornography collection. A message had been writte in blood several times all over the walls:

"Suffer the children unto me"

Johnny murdered the pedophile priest with quite a bit of satisfaction and ease, and now he new he could carry out Satan't mission with no problem. He stole an old Buick Skylark and hit the old desert road of Route 666, looking for the man who could possibly redeem the devil himself...the man who knew that Escobar was coming for him.

 

[mustynutz]

Hells Lot
Population 4,235


The sign read as he drove passed it on the Highway...He fumbled in his pocket for that last sack of green goodness, not even Satan could stop him from getting high. Escobar rolled up a joint and puffed away, drivin with his knees through the first part of town. The chrome desert eagle resting beside him, as if asleep...he ran his hand over its smooth finsh, he admired its beauty and power.
Another couple puffs and the joint was gone....the high evenly balanced out his mind....stabilized him for what was to come.

He drove past the old high school, which was now just a burned down heap of bricks...this was the same high school that he went to as a teen....reduced to mere ashes....a memory of the horror that caused it.

He knew where he could find them....they would still be there after all these years....after all...they couldnt leave

He pulled the car to the side of the road, it was time to get started.

 

[naner12]

he pulled up to the old house. the old house that before used to be in his daily routine. the address was 666 Holy Cross. as he walked up to the house everything still looked the same. they still had the curved up fences trying to make it look like barb wire around the back yard, the same picture of a man with a knife through his tongue posted on the door. Escobar knew going in there that he would not come out alive, but he had no choice but to end it all now. as he walked up to the house with his desert eagle cocked he hears a woman scream. he kicks the door in and shots the first person he sees straight through the neck. then he hears "drop your gun or i'll smoke this bitch." he turns his side to see his one and only love that he left behind all those years ago, Tameika Ravon Peterschmidt. he already killed one of the men he set out to kill .. his name was Gotisk Satani. the man that had his girlfriend at gunpoint was none other than the infamous Bob. Tameika yelled for Escobar to shoot but he just couldn't do it. he put his gun only to get a clip unloaded into his chest. as Bob walked up to Escobar to make sure he was dead .. he felt a sharp pain in his back. as he hits the ground his last words are "you fucking bitch." Tameika runs to Escobar only to find out that he was indeed dead. she hugs his body in tears and feels a lump in his right pant pocket. it's something wrapped in aluminum foil. she opens it to see a brownie. not knowing of Escobar's drug escapes and being captured without food for 4 1/2 days she eats the whole brownie in less than 2 seconds. she even licked the foil to make sure she got every last bit of chocolate. and her journey begins ..

 

[mustynutz]

that brownie was actually a new form of smuggling.....Tameika just ate an amazing 137 grams of psilocybin mushrooms grown in top secret lab in Florida...these were a concentrate form mean to be diluted at least 10 times.....little did she know the adventure she was about to embark upon....

 

[naner12]

before she left the house she grabbed the car keys from Escobar's pocket. she also grabbed a pack of Newports that Bob had and Escobar's desert eagle just in case. she walks outside and turns around to look at the house one, hopefully, last time. she gets in the car and drives off. she was planning on driving to Arizona to see her brother as he was the only remaining family that she had left, but that trip would soon be in for a detour. it was kind of late so she pulled in to a motel to stay the night. as shes walking up to the front counter she starts to feel extremely out of place. she tries to return to the car but she has forgotten which car she came in. she starts looking around and colors are flying by her head like shooting stars. she tries to run to get away from this place that she's in, but she gets lifted off the ground she's screaming as hard as she can because everything that she was seeing before is gone. no cars, no hotel, no floor, nothing but colors all around her. finally she hears a noise, but she can't make out what it's saying. all of a sudden she's getting tackled extremely hard. turns out the voice was two policemen. they get her on the ground and ask her what she's doing outside completely naked at 12:30 am. still tripping and confused by all of this she blurts out "YOU'RE NOT COPS" and grabs one of the cops guns and blows his head off. the other cop goes to grab for his gun but is greeted by a bullet to his eye. Tameika starts running, butt naked, still in her dreamworld. at this point she thinks that people are out to get her .. she's trusting no one. with the amount she took .. will she ever come down?

 

[Nightbreed]

No, Tameika would never come down. The brownie she ate wasn't full of ordinary Psilocybin. It was a genetically altered super-strain of Psilocybin mixed with a synthetic hybrid of N, N-Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) and the Adrenecrome of a rabid, madman from Pittsburg, named Phil. Tameika was now doomed to forever spend the rest of her mortal days trapped in a world of pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, blue diamonds and purple horseshoes...but this world wasn't magically delicious. Tameika was consumed by fear. Soon all of the beautiful, swirling colors around her grew gnashing fangs dripping with blood. Unaware that she was running down the street naked from illusory teeth conceived only by her vivid imagination, Tameika made the dastardly error of running down Vagabond Blvd. The stench of rotted meat and excrement permeated her sense of smell, but the truth of reality was far beyond her reach, and in all actuality; the beautiful naked woman was being surrounded by dozens of homeless men ready to tear into every orifice in her body with there throbbing, diseased members. Hairy, skeletal figures with toothless grins began groping her with their filth-encrusted hands. All Tameika could do was sob uncontrollably as she knew nothing of the horrible fate which was about to befall her. The sickly old men closed in on her like zombies ready to feast on living tissue or like any other starving predator that has captured it’s wounded prey. In Tameika’s world the fiery pits of hell were opening up, releasing little demonic imps with pitchforks and fanged, purple monkeys with yellow eyes wearing razorblade imbued strap-ons. In both worlds, there was about to be a very atrocious and bloody, forced-fuck session. Tameika let out a cry.
"God, help me!"
Then out of nowhere came…

 

[mustynutz]

Leroy Jones....the world first crackhead superhero appeared out of a puff of smoke (literally, he just hit his pipe seconds before)....He stood there in all of his infinite confusion, he had a look on his face like The Rock on meth and steroids...one eye raised wildly yet twitching at the same time.... his wirey black and gray hair flying wild in the wind..an old blanket wrapped around his shoulders flew in the wind.....the sounds of a lighter clicking again and again and he tried to relite his crack wand.....

"bitch you done fucked up now....if i cant relite my pipe I aint gonna have enough strength to get them niggaz off you...WHat the fuck yo white ass doin down on Vagabond anyway? "

She looks at him and quickly tossed him Escobars zippo...."Here use this" ......the zippo flew through the air in slow motion and a chapped and callosed skiiny hand caught it in mid air.....In one swift motion he flipped itn open and took a monstrous hit of pure white smoke...his eyes widened and a burst of energy filled his bloodstream....Guns n Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle" echoed loudly.....the blanket ripped away to expose his crackhead like frame of a body...muscles formed from nowhere, he bulked up and was now a masculine 250 lb behemoth more cut up then a triple lifer in Texas...
His crackpipe's tip was now glowing red hot...he held it high above his head and commanded...." By the power of Baserock....I am the smmmmmmmmmokah"

He swung the pipe wildly and as it touched the demons, their bodies erupted into a red mist that fell to the ground with splat....Tameika crotch moisted at the site of this ex-con looking crackhead killing zombies with a red hot pipe....it remember her of T-bone, her Ex lover from Queens....the desert eagle pressed firm against her pelvis never felt so good....still slightly warm from the recent expulsions....she pictured the long hard shaft of the Eagle sliding deep inside her....her moist labia taking the entire barrell....

***** SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP *******

" BITCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING..!!!!???!!!......LETS GO BITCH !!!"

She snapped out of her erotic daydream of hot desert eagles with a jolt

"BITCH I JUST KNOCKED OUT 6 OF THEM MUTHAFUCKAS AND YOU SITTIN THERE NODDIN OUT TOUCHIN YA SELF, YOU ON THAT SHIT ?....BITCH YOU BETTA GET SOME GAS IN THAT ASS AND MOVE, YOU FUCKIN OFF MY HIGH"

Tameika quickly jumped up and an to catch up with him, as he was already 1/2 a block away......he was slowly shrinking back down to his normal ol' crackhead size...iot was easy to catch up to him...they rounded the corner and came to an old abandoned shack...." Home sweet mu'ffugin home" said the skiiny crackhead now standing next to her...." Yo, you wanna come in or something..." the confused man asked her, but he seemed to have a glazed over look to him, real gaunt and expressionless and he tended to stare off into nowhere as he spoke...His high had worn off....

Tameika realied to continue her journey she would need him.....but she would need some good dope to keep him going, she needed the A-1 yola pure white solid boulders.....She needed to find T-Bone.

They entered the shack......

 

[Nightbreed]

...as she walked the the scent hit her like a brick wall. although, it was strangely enticing. She couldn't exactly put her finger on what the aroma was, but it was definately making her............

 

[mustynutz]

Hungry.....it was Deep Fried Crack Chips....she hadnt had a good crack chip in months

 

[shizzniddel V.S]

she took out the hot sause and drowned the chips wit tobasco, but she forgot she has a really weak stomach, so she took such a bad and awfull diahrea, that she just died, but the alarm clock went off at 2 which ment....

 

[Nightbreed]

The End.


















































































































...or was it???

 

[mustynutz]

Since she was already in Hell.....which meant she was already dead, and had been all along....

 

[mR.SiPpYGeTiPpY]

so, lets have a poll... To publish or not to publish?

 

[mustynutz]

LOL....