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<blockquote data-quote="SHAMPAIN" data-source="post: 103251" data-attributes="member: 66"><p>Part 1</p><p>So basically I ventured cap in hand onto forums of say “formidable sickos”, a gore forum and I didn’t really know where to start until I found out I could roll with the best of them, see people like SSS get off on things like “shovel dog” where their sole intention is to spam how big, tough and sick they are because they sought out such material so that’s how I know this underwhelming pleb...</p><p></p><p>Sooo, this Southern Hick had nothing in his wooden house or old Dodge Pickup so he took to sniggering at people less fortunate(less fortunate being they’re dead) than him on death videos and this went on for years after he dropped out of school and his parents dropped him out of their house... He hunted with a homemade crossbow for foul etc knowing that even if the stock market crashed it wouldn’t affect him, see SSS HAD brains for a hillbilly sporting a mouth like a row of condemned houses, he used his lack of height to creep up on things that couldn’t see him standing up in the tall grass so he felt like he ruled the world or at least the trashy South, he had it made for a guy of his calibre but he resented his parents and this resentment would lead to a new “man” as he was fully aware they had plenty of money... He started planning his parents’ demise with vigorous endeavour just thinking of the land and life insurance he stood to get... He knew his father smoked cigars and enjoyed a whiskey after the local KKK gathering on Sunday nights, so SSS had FIRE on his mind that would both kill his parents and the house of bad memories of his uncle Bobby and shun from his folks... So he hid in their shed on a particularly windy Sunday night and waited on his parents return home... The door key was still under the plant pot on approach so he was good to go... He sneaked in the creaky old door to find his father just as he expected, passed out on his chair with a stubbed cigar and a bottle of whiskey with his incoherent mother snoring in bed... He gathered some old papers, knocked the whiskey over it, lit the cigar and dropped it on the flammables and high tailed it out of there as fast as his 1ft legs would carry him and thus his rise to bigger and better things was complete, his parents both died and he got the lot with no suspicion...</p><p>(I’m going the life until now route) </p><p>So there ends my part 1</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SHAMPAIN, post: 103251, member: 66"] Part 1 So basically I ventured cap in hand onto forums of say “formidable sickos”, a gore forum and I didn’t really know where to start until I found out I could roll with the best of them, see people like SSS get off on things like “shovel dog” where their sole intention is to spam how big, tough and sick they are because they sought out such material so that’s how I know this underwhelming pleb... Sooo, this Southern Hick had nothing in his wooden house or old Dodge Pickup so he took to sniggering at people less fortunate(less fortunate being they’re dead) than him on death videos and this went on for years after he dropped out of school and his parents dropped him out of their house... He hunted with a homemade crossbow for foul etc knowing that even if the stock market crashed it wouldn’t affect him, see SSS HAD brains for a hillbilly sporting a mouth like a row of condemned houses, he used his lack of height to creep up on things that couldn’t see him standing up in the tall grass so he felt like he ruled the world or at least the trashy South, he had it made for a guy of his calibre but he resented his parents and this resentment would lead to a new “man” as he was fully aware they had plenty of money... He started planning his parents’ demise with vigorous endeavour just thinking of the land and life insurance he stood to get... He knew his father smoked cigars and enjoyed a whiskey after the local KKK gathering on Sunday nights, so SSS had FIRE on his mind that would both kill his parents and the house of bad memories of his uncle Bobby and shun from his folks... So he hid in their shed on a particularly windy Sunday night and waited on his parents return home... The door key was still under the plant pot on approach so he was good to go... He sneaked in the creaky old door to find his father just as he expected, passed out on his chair with a stubbed cigar and a bottle of whiskey with his incoherent mother snoring in bed... He gathered some old papers, knocked the whiskey over it, lit the cigar and dropped it on the flammables and high tailed it out of there as fast as his 1ft legs would carry him and thus his rise to bigger and better things was complete, his parents both died and he got the lot with no suspicion... (I’m going the life until now route) So there ends my part 1 [/QUOTE]
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