http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ204589.html

Anyone willing to share this game via DropBox or MediaFire please? The last thread over in the s/ section got taken down for some reason.

Does anyone know of any videos or animations with gore or snuff from the victims pov? I've seen some good stuff from the perpetrators pov but victimpov seems rarer.

Anyone know this one and this one is familiar from the other

Some Time ago, someone here in gurochan asked for this artist. It took me quite sime time but i found him.

https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=270534

Because I have that Beatles song stuck in my head

Getting a little frustrated getting myself to write Abby's story so I wrote this short story as a way procrastinating. Have a sort of world idea for it, so I may write more.

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She ran with a practised, predator's grace leaping over large stones low branches and high roots. At times it was hard to tell whether she ran on two feet or all fours, her body always low to the ground and her hands grabbing onto everything about them in order to pull herself forward as much as her legs pushed. She was quite a sight if anyone had been watching, dark brown skin glistening in the morning sun as her slender, muscled form pushed itself through the underbrush. Her hair hung nearly to her waist in heavy brown dreadlocks, not held back by anything simply bounding around her face while she ran. She wore little. a necklace of long bones hung from her neck, the only thing that covered her chest, a rough leather belt that housed a small though packed pouch, and a loop that held a stone knife with a leather wrapped bone handle. The last bit of covering could hardly count as clothing, two straps crossed between her full breasts, holding a long quiver filled with three narrow javelins with barbed tips and a single smooth spear as long as she was tall that had a strangely honed stone head, no hints of chipping to create the edge, as though the sharp stone had simply been found in that shape.

Before long she took to the trees, sprinting as easily along the branches as she had the forest floor, bare feet finding the trunks of trees for but an instant and launching her toward the next while her hands caught onto branches allowing herself to fly further than even her strong legs could throw her. This way, as only the most attentive would notice, she made much less sound, only the occasional scrape of skin on bark, rather than the snap of the scarcely noticed branch that would come from crushing the plants on the ground. The only sign of her quarry was a barely seen flash of antlers in the copse ahead, but it was enough to push her onward.

The chase lasted almost the entire day, the sun that had been rising in the beginning was orange and glaring through the trees by the time she caught up to her exhausted prey. The Hunter dropped to floor of the forest, the beast leaned against a tree, looking at the Hunter and panting heavily. It had been a good hunt, lasting most of a week, the Hunter finding her quarry's trail beside a river, following it to the beast itself over the course of a day and a half and almost managing to make a kill before her prey knew what had happened. The spooked creature however had bolted at the last instant, alerted by a misplaced breath. The chase that followed had varied in speed ranging from the initial energetic running to even loping with hardly a chance for the pair to rest.

The Hunter smiled down at the defeated creature. It was a doe, pale skin and hair with long pointed ears. The flesh instead of fur hinted at human heritage somewhere in her recent ancestry. She was much more soft and full bodied than the Hunter, antlers marking her as a reindeer grew from grey-blonde shoulder length hair that hung over purple eyes. She wore only a small strip of white cloth that hung from a wide brass collar. One that denoted station in the herd rather than ownership. Her large breasts rose and fell quickly, glistening with the exertion of the past several days running, as well as the wetness of a river they had run through half a mile back. Yet, despite her predicament she touched herself, fingers moving over, though not entering, her slit. It was damp and not just from the river and the chase.


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I'm looking for a specific animation that I found on several occasions over the years but I never bothered to save it, and I can't seem to locate it again. It's an animation completely from a hanged woman's point of view, she wakes up and finds herself tied up on a gallows with some kind of note, and eventually gets dropped and you can see her struggle for a bit and wet herself. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

Pic related, it's a screencap from one of the sites who used to host it (http://www.hopeporn.com/video/209567/POV_Gallows_Hanging_Animation/)

kinda tired of seeing lolis gettin fucked up by creepy adult dudes and monsters

not that its like bad or anything I just wanted something else

got anything involving cute girls being done in by cute boys around their age or just slightly older than them? if you cant find cute ones creepy boys are just fine

preferably cannibalism stuff or throat cutting or dismemberment stuff but i really dont mind anything


if I had a relevant image id share it

if you see this thread in /g/ ignore it there i meant to post in /req/

Does anyone happen to have this story in english?

Anyone wanting to do Guro of alphabirb.deviantart.com and lollie-narala.deviantart.com and their characters? And even a bit of the Raging Red Heads Miki and Shiva.

Here's another one with this ridiculous OC. I'm going to try to have a little more variety in the next one i do, which will be Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady together. Thanks to everyone who bears with this ridiculous scenario!

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Shota Aizawa should have been able to disable her before she was able to get to him, but he doesn’t. He's only called in because they say he might have an advantage, but she kisses him on the back of the neck as she pulls something around his eyes, and he goes stiff as she ties the blindfold and lays him on his back.

“I knew I would get more popular now I killed Endeavor,” the Temptress murmurs. “I don't know if anyone will ever be as fun as him, but you're really sexy. In a gross way, like you kinda look like you need to shower more, but I dig that.”

“What's your game?” he asks. “Why are you doing this?”

“Cos I wanna fuck heroes,” she says, “and I want to break them and fuck them some more. I think you could be a lot of fun, Eraserhead.”

“How did you get Endeavor?”

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The thread in /g/ called "GIRLS SLASHED TO PIECES" is driving me insane!

A slash is a flesh cut, most of the time, can't cut anything to a pieces!

A slice could, but a chop is best to turn somethin' into pieces.

Cut - Generic, to make an opening into something with a sharp object

Slash - Tip cut, to inflict a cut with a linear motion with your wrist

Chop - Cut with a wide movement, often downwards, can dismember

Slice - A somewhat fluid cut, follows through and can dismember

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I'm looking for images by the artist named DeadDino. He posted a couple guro images
in the art section in 2015 and I wanted to view them again and maybe find
if he still makes art.

This is an archive of Oct 4, 2015 that has the thread but no images saved.
https://web.archive.org/web/20151004143553/https://gurochan.cx/art/

I tried searching file names on google, checking other archives, but nothing has come up. If someone has an archive of images back in 2015, then these images are probably still in there. If you could share that with me, I'd appreciate it.

Pic unrelated.

“Father, please!” Luke Skywalker begged as lightning shot through every opening of his body, causing his muscles to clench and spasm violently against the ground. He screamed over and over as his father, Darth Vader, stood by and watched. The Emperor was furious and he wanted to make his wrath known. Vader looked to his son, and then to his master, unsure of whom to help.

“Help me! Help!!!”

Through the cry of his dying flesh and blood, Darth Vader looked to his master and decided what needed to be done. He twisted behind the Emperor and attempted to wrangle him above his shoulders – but before he could even reach the Sith Lord, a red blade shot out of the air and rested swiftly into Palpatine’s right hand, lightning collecting around the saber. Vader was defenseless; he was unable to stop the weapon from slicing into his left forearm, severing the mechanical prosthesis from what remained of his arm. The apprentice bellowed in defeat as the lightning pierced through the opening of his armor, frying the inner circuitry and freezing movement of his suit. He collapsed as his suit failed, lying directly next to his son.

“I’m disappointed, Lord Vader.”

The barrage of lightning against Luke ended as he turned to address his former pupil. Skywalker moaned in pain as he rocked on the floor, his muscles still taut from the onslaught. “Father,” whispered the young Jedi futilely. He clawed over to his father with his mechanical hand, the one part of his body that continued to work against the current of pain.

“Father,” Palpatine mocked the boy, a second worth of lightning shooting out from his fingertips and into the youth. The boy screamed as the force of the lightning caused him to turn completely over, falling with his back onto Vader’s breastplate. “This is the legacy you are left with, Vader. A body unwilling to function without my support and a boy so feeble that even the weakest of the Jedi could defeat in an instant. How proud you must be.”

Luke wheezed as he struggled to regain his breath, wrapping his right arm around the shoulder of the fallen Sith Lord. “You can’t beat him,” he spat at the Emperor, his hips buckling atop his father as his legs began to recollect their strength. “My father, Anakin Skywalker, is twice the man you have ever been. Twice the Jedi. Twice the Sith.”

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Looking for a set of pictures where fat buy kept turning video into food and back after eating limbs of her. I saw it on Pixiv once I believe if anyone knows what I'm talking about please post or share a link to it. Girl in the picture is who I'm talking about

This is my first time writing something like this in years, and my first time writing something with the victim being a canon character. The OC used here is essentially if Stain were a hot girl who just wants to fuck. I actually adore Endeavor, i know a lot of people want him dead for their own reasons, but I just think he's hot.
Anyway, here's this. I might write her fucking up more pros in the future, I don't know.
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The only thing Enji Todoroki can think about is how much of an idiot he is. All these years and all his training and all the villains he's defeated with minimal effort, and tonight had to be the night he let his pride trip him up, the night he finally faltered, the night he allowed himself to fall victim to someone he should have been able to defeat without difficulty.

She calls herself the Temptress, but she's only recently made a name for herself. Her Quirk is nothing special in terms of combat, but if she gets a hold of someone, she can be deadly. She's not the first person to have a sort of control over people, and she's been compared to the now out-of-commission Hero Killer, though her motives aren't nearly as easy to sympathize with. The Temptress targets only men, and, from looking at the victims, it isn't hard to tell what it is she wants with them.

All she has to do to get a man under her spell is kiss them, anywhere as long as her lips touch their skin, so the idea of someone like her getting the jump on Endeavor, with all his range, is laughable. But somehow, she does.

She's faster than he expects, or stealthier, or he underestimated a woman of her build, and believed that she would be small fry, that he could take her down without even trying. Now he can't do anything but look up at her, while she surveys him, a bright grin on her face. Slowly, his flames die out, and the only part of his body he can move is his face, but his words of intimidation do nothing to deter her.

“Ooh, you're so handsome under all that fire,” she says. “I mean, I guess I could always tell you were. You know, I've always had the biggest crush on you. Getting you alone tonight is like a dream come true!”


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This hasn't been around for a few years. I'll post it in sizeable sections, probably a dozen parts, or a few more.

This first piece is a 4 page Obituary Writer Hallie found on her desk one morning. It changed her life.


LIFE & DEATH IN THE D-RING
CUSTOMIZED RECRUITING AD
By REGIS

Application to Fight in Our Casinos


THE SPORT

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Here we go! Now Scarlet got the treatment, hope it's to the requestor's liking!

XXX

Corrin's forces breathe easy, having vanquished the rebellion in Cheve and taken many of their soldiers - including their leader, Scarlet - prisoner. Generally, prisoners of war are protected, and that's exactly how Corrin plans to treat them. Unfortunately for them, however, the princess can't be everywhere at once.

XXX

“On your feet, maggots. That is, unless you want to die seated?” a deep voice challenges. Hans, a reformed criminal serving as King Garon’s subordinate, strides into the center of the holding cells, oozing contempt. The group of men following him all appear to be cut from the same cloth. “King Garon wanted this rebellion crushed, not chastised, and I aim to finish the job.”

“Excuse me, ser, but we're prisoners of war. Wounded, and those who surrendered. Aren't we protected?” a blonde wearing all red armor asks. She'd be an imposing opponent, had her rebellion not been crushed only an hour before. Now, she stands in Cheve’s own dungeon, her cell set at the head of the block, offering full view of all of her compatriots. As such, it takes all Hans can muster not to laugh in her face. He can't deny she's pretty, however, and Hans would love to find out what's under that armor of hers.

“The face of the rebellion herself, eh? Scarlet, isn't it?” he says, sneering. “Soldiers are protected. Traitorous bitches who turn on their own country? They get put down.”

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Man I just powered through this. Hope it's as fun to read as it was to write!

XXX

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t just given up yet, Luthier. I mean, you’re such a lost cause, and all,” Delthea says, during one of her brother’s forced training sessions. He is taken aback, not sure what it is she’s referring to. He assumes she means his inferior magical prowess, which is an incredibly low blow coming from someone as naturally gifted as his little sister.

“Do you mean my aptitude with magic? I may have to work harder than you, but I’d hardly call myself a lost cause!” Luthier retorts, doing his best to remain calm. He is trying to get Delthea to actually study, after all, the only true lost cause he can think of.

“Oh, well, yeah, that too! But I meant why do you bother trying to make friends? Nobody likes you, you’re so boring even at your best,” Delthea says, her tone one of brutal honesty. “And good luck ever finding a girlfriend. After the war, I’m going to go off to a big city, and find a handsome husband, and you’ll just be stuck back in the village.”

“I… W-what?” Luthier says, unsure of where this sudden venom is coming from. “Why would you say something like that?”

“It’s just the truth, y’know. You’re so lame, especially when you drag me off to practice magic like this. Like I need your help, I’m so much more gifted,” Delthea says, grinning wickedly. Luthier feels his rage boiling up, threatening to overflow. Still, he clenches his teeth, doing his best to contain it. Lashing out won’t do him any good, as he’s learned countless times with his precocious little sister.

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Anyone know where I can find gore fumetti comics? Like Gozzo or Oltretomba?