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And here, part 2

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399 Name: WitchDoctor : 2009-03-07 21:01 [Del]
When I went out on Sunday afternoon to take out the trash, a teddy bear sized Jissouseki was waiting for me. There went that plan.

“We’re done desu!”

“With what?”

“With your conditions, desu! We’re ready for you desu!”

I left the trashbags at the door while I ran back to get my camera and a fire extinguisher. I didn’t know what could happen, so I had to be on the safe side. When I came back, three Jissouseki had taken the liberty of crossing the threshold. They didn’t try to follow me into another room, as they were too busy looking around in amazement.

“Mr. Man lives like this desu.”

“This house is most luxurious desu.”

“It’s nice and cool in here desu. My children will be happy here desu.”

“There’s Mr. Man right now desu!”

“Hello Mr. Man desu!”

“Get out.”

“But-“

“GET OUT RIGHT NOW!”

“But Mr. Man, I’m pregnant desu. My babies will not survive out-“

“YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THE RIGHT TO BE IN HERE, SO GET OUT!” I screamed as I sent her flying out the door with a kick. The others looked on in fear. I saw a greenish stain growing in the panties of one of the little monsters.

“If you poop on my carpet, I swear that you WILL regret it.”
That sent the rest of them outside.

After shooing the Jissouseki into my yard, I stepped outside and shut the door behind me to keep them from sneaking back inside. I went out to the runway and set my fire extinguisher down within arm’s reach. Sure enough, there was the large group of Jissouseki waiting for me near three crudely built airframes. They were all naked for some reason. I was greeted with spectacular enthusiasm by the crowd.

“Mr. Man is here techi!”

“I ready to show him my airplane techu!”

“Your plane will never fly techi!”

For the impossibility of the task I laid out, there were quite a few participants. Maybe next time, I should tell them to build a helicopter or a VTOL aircraft. However, what worried me was that the number of spectators had increased since yesterday. Apparently, word gets around fast in Jissouseki Shanty Town. This little settlement had the most uncouth types of individuals.

Several individuals in the crowd were a teddy bear sized males. I guessed they were males because… they had all the relevant parts. And they were as large, if not larger, than they were. One would shudder every time it stroked its phallus. Another was furiously masturbating. Yet another one of the males was attacking a female around the same size, plunging his phallus deep inside her with every thrust. His tongue was hanging out, drooling in pleasure. He had a pile of foul green slime right behind him. I can’t say that his partner was enjoying it. She had tears streaming down her face like rivers.

-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-

“De-de-de-de-de-de-de-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu!”

Well, onto the airframes they built.

The first, and in my opinion at the time the least likely to work, was a fairly simple design. It was made up several large sticks tied together in a triangle with pieces of green cloth stretched over it. They used a small toy car for the landing gear. The cloth looked like pieces of the green dresses they wear. In fact, all three airframes had green cloth stretched over them. I guess that explained the missing clothing. On board this plane were two occupants: an obese adult Jissouseki and one of her smaller children. She laid face down, spread eagle on the plane with the child at the front with a sickly purple piece of hard candy. Both were naked. I guess they did make that green cloth from their own clothing. I realized that the adult had what appeared to be a cork in its anus. The cork was attached to a string the child was holding.

I started recording and gave the first frame the go ahead for launch, though I had my doubts about it flying. First off, I could not see any type of flight control surfaces, or any way it could generate lift. Even if it did, I saw no way that it would be able to generate thrust.

The fat Jissouseki on the back of the airframe opened its mouth and the child picked up the candy.

“Ready techi?”

“Ready desu!”

The child popped the candy into the adult’s mouth. The adult was obviously happy about this. “Delicious desu!” She said as she swallowed the candy. A few seconds later, she turned blue in the face. I saw her belly swell up and her stomach begin to churn violently. The adult strapped to the back of the airframe told the smaller Jissou “I’m ready desu!” What would follow would be the most disgusting display I have ever seen.
The child pulled hard on the string. The adult had a case of explosive diarrhea. Green slime shot out the orifice between its legs with a surprising amount of force. The child nearly fell off from the sheer force. I did not expect this airframe to work. When it rocketed down the runway and appeared to take off, I almost gave up hope on my bet. For a second, I thought I would have to wait on these little monsters hand and foot for the rest of my life.

I need to stop worrying when it comes to these guys.

Although they had a power source, they did not have a method of control. Without that, their airframe was essentially a rocket with sticks tied to it. In addition, even if they were generating lift, it was not properly distributed, which would mean that if it flew, it would be unstable.

A few seconds after taking off, the adult shifted its weight to increase the craft’s pitch. The end result was the craft suddenly going end over end, spraying a jet of green slime everywhere. Amongst the sounds of defecation, I heard an anguished cry of “TECHAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!” and saw a small green object hit the runway hard. The adult just kept going. Within about 30 seconds, the airframe landed on the pavement, falling apart on impact. I walked over to check the status of the crew. I found the child spattered on the pavement, with some of the grubs happily licking up its partially liquefied brains. The adult was not in any better condition. The once fat Jissouseki was now a shriveled mummified corpse, held in place to the now destroyed airframe with pieces of twine. The car that served as the landing gear slowly rolled away.

I turned to see the next frame take off when I heard voices from the crowd.

“Hooray desu! Master is going to feed us desu!”

“I want candy desu!”

“I want Maggot-chan techi.”

“Repya?!”

They thought they had won the bet. Time to tell them the truth.

“You’re not my pets.”

“De?! But you said if it flew, we would be your pets desu!”

“I said land safely. If the frame is utterly destroyed and the crew members are dead, that is not a safe landing. And second, that wasn’t really flying. It was rocketing around. There were no control surfaces and no way for it to generate lift. I need to see a lift-producing airframe before I will accept it. Until then, the bet’s still on.”

That explanation was met with great displeasure from the crowd.

“Mr. Man lied desu!”

“Mr. Man lost the bet desu! Now feed me candy desu!”

“We are your pets techi!”

“What ‘lift’ rechi?”

“Pink thing delicious rehu.”

I called for them to show me the next airframe. This one really did surprise me, in more ways than one.

The second airframe looked like a crude monoplane that looked like a Bowie Fly Baby made from parts found in a scrap yard. A single Jissouseki child sat in an opening of the fuselage, where the pilot’s seat would be. I bent down to look at the wings. It was the basic shape of the outline I drew with the chalk. Again, there was a green patchwork covering the aircraft from prop to tail. I was quite impressed with the design. It had an engine and a crude mechanical control system using fishing line for the cables and cork slices for pulleys. It had a propeller taken from an old model engine. This still counts; it’s in the local environment. Sometimes, somebody tries to imitate what I do with a model plane and might crash it, often times from pilot error. Maybe they leave the plane out in the field in anger or because they could not find it in the tall grass. I’ve seen the neighborhood kids do this sometimes. There was a high probability that the aircraft’s wings were also salvaged from one of these wrecks, judging from the way the fishing line cables hooked up to control surfaces that the Jissouseki would not be able to produce themselves.

What troubled me the most was the engine. I was made up a small contained turbine with eight of the grubs attached to the side. The grubs weren’t doing their usual “rehu;” they had a small piece of surgical tubing stuck down their throats and one tube coming out their anus. The tube at the end connected to a port on the turbine’s exterior, and then the tube lead back into the grubs’ mouth. I guess it was a similar design to the first frame, except using grubs in a circulating system instead of a single jet of waste. It was obvious that the grubs did not like this at all; they struggled as if the tubes hurt them and were crying red and green tears from their tiny mismatched eyes.

Their choice for engine design told me a lot about these trolls. They viewed everybody else as an object, not even attempting to see if the other has feelings. They would use their own children or siblings to their own advantage. The best description for these little gremlins is that they are notoriously parasitic. Any feelings of compassion I had towards these creatures disappeared after I saw the grub engine.

The pilot of this crude airframe readied herself and gripped the control wheel. “Start it up, Maggot-chan rechi!” With that command, the grubs strained, and the propeller started spinning faster and faster. Eventually, the propeller was generating enough thrust to get the plane to move forward. It slowly increased speed and traveled down the runway. Finally, it began generating lift. At about 190 feet, it generated enough lift to finally take off from the ground. The crowd burst into cheers of excitement. If I didn’t know that they were using babies to power the engine, I would have too.

“Hooray desu! We win bet desu!”

“Mr. Man owes us candy techi!”

“Rub Maggot-chan, Mr. Man!”

“Punihu punihu”

I interrupted their enthusiasm with the terms of the bet. “She still has to land it without destroying the airframe, or else I’m not accepting it.”

“DE-?! Mr. Man is cruel desu! We won desu!”

“I said at the beginning what the conditions were. You knew these beforehand. Don’t say I violated any rules when I stated all of them to you before the trial.”

That shut them up, for the most part.

I realized what took it so long to take off. The cloth the builders of the craft wrapped around the frame was catching the air passing by the frame, creating drag. The grubs had to work harder to keep the engine running with enough force to lift the aircraft off the ground. I didn’t know how much longer they would last.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Within about a minute, at an altitude of 20 feet or so, the plane’s engine failed. I guess the grubs were either too tired to push anymore or they simply died. Since the pilot was trying to turn around for a landing, I could hear the pilot’s frustrated screams at the engine.

“Stupid ugly useless Maggot-chan rechi! I punish you when we land rechi! Push rechi!”

With the engines not starting up and no sign of activity from the maggots, the child’s scolding turned to pleading.

“Maggot-chan, I’m sorry rechi! I’ll give you belly rubs when we land if you just push rechi! Push please rechii~n!”

No reply. The propeller had just stopped turning, in fact. The grubs were going to have a lot of work to do if they were to restart the engine, if they were even still alive.

At this point, the Jissouseki child started panicking. From what I could tell, it was trying to keep the plane aloft by any means necessary. It was doing what one would do with a glider: using the controls to keep the plane aloft as long as possible. During its panic, it tried to keep its altitude from falling by holding back on the controls. This is a bad idea. It managed to pull back too much on the controls, which raised the nose of the plane until it exceeded critical angle of attack, which caused the plane to stall. The pilot responded by pulling back on the controls even more. This is not what you do to fight a stall, as it only makes the problem worse. It only got worse. The plane suddenly spun out of control, nose diving towards the runway.

As the plane blew right past me on route to the runway, I heard the pilot scream “RECHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I could sympathize somewhat with the little monster. Any pilot can tell you that if your engine dies, you’re caught in a spin, and you’re careening towards the ground, all you can really do is brace for impact and pray that you have enough left of you to walk away.
The plane showed that even if the wings and engine were made from a wrecked model plane, the main body’s construction was still shoddy at best. With a normal model plane, all the crash would have done was maybe damage one of the wings, which is largely replaceable. With the reconstructed plane, the wings were sheared off on impact. The tail fell apart and the engine was torn loose from the main body of the plane. The propeller caught the concrete and ripped the engine away from the frame. The plane, without an engine, wings, or landing gear to hold it back, began rolling over and over, striking the ground with the pilot’s head every rotation. The frame work soon fell apart, twisting the plane into an incoherent twisted pile of metal and cloth. Finally, after rolling for about five seconds, the twisted wreckage of the plane skidded to a stop.

I walked over to the various pieces of debris strewn about by the wrecked plane. With the last one, it was fairly obvious to anyone with a brain cell what caused the crash. This plane, however, had potential. I found the engine lying about six feet from the rest of the wreckage, slowly leaking a puddle of dark green slime. The grubs that were powering it were either crushed on impact or were torn from their holdings, all except for one. I removed the tubes in its mouth and rectum and held it up to my face. Its tiny eyes were dull and lifeless, and its body was limp. I’m not a medical examiner, so I won’t comment on what I think killed it. When I was done looking at the deceased grub, I put him down next to the destroyed engine and walked over to the twisted frame.

The frame was poorly constructed. The frame, except for a rigid spine and landing gear mounts, was made up of the green cloth, paper clips, and folded sheets of aluminum foil. This was okay in flight, but it proved to be a death trap during a crash. When it started rolling, the semi-rigid frame collapsed, crushing the pilot inside an ever enclosing cage. I found that her little body had been cut in half by the collapsing framework, her top half and bottom half held together only by the strips of twisted aluminum foil. She was barely alive, but she would not have lasted much more than a minute. In addition, her head had been crushed from multiple impacts on the concrete. Her little red eye hung out of its crushed socket. To be quite frank, the only thing left of her head that was still in any reasonable condition was her tongue, which hung out of her mouth. I couldn’t tell what did her in first: fear, a broken neck, her head injuries, or the fact that she was torn in half.

The crowd was in shock. Their second hope of getting a home with Mr. Man was now a twisted wreck strewn across the runway. Several of the adults and many of the children soiled themselves, judging from the foul smell. One of the adults was extremely upset. I guessed that her children were the ones that designed and built the plane, and they all died in the crash.

I called for the next airframe after I removed the wreck from the runway. Five children and two adults pushed a large biplane onto the runway. It was actually as large, if not larger, than Stargazer. It looked like a model Curtiss JN-4. In fact, it was a model JN-4! The only thing that they really did was stretch that green patchwork cloth over it to hide its true identity from me! Inside the plane were two children, suited up for flight.

“Ready for flight techi!”

“We are ready to fly techi!”

I replied, “Okay, start it up then.”

The child in the front position looked around desperately for a way to turn the motor on. After three minutes of pressing the sticker that represented the dashboard, she said, “It should be on techi.”

I crossed my arms in defiant victory. “Well, that’s too bad. I guess I win the bet.”

“Wait techi!” the child in the second seat said. “We are out of fuel techi! Please refill techi!”

I crouched down and investigated the area around the front of the plane until I could feel the engine. If I knew what engine they used, I could pick the necessary fuel for the engine. As it turned out, the powerplant of the plane was a glow engine. That was the easy part. The hard part was locating the filler neck for the gas tank. After rooting about underneath the entire plane, I sheepishly asked, “Where do I put the fuel?”

One of the children got out of her seat and pointed to a small circle located on top of aircraft, near the tail. “The last Mr. Man we saw put fuel here techi.”

Something struck me as odd about that comment. The last Mr. Man they saw? Did somebody help them out before? How long have they had this plane? I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt for that moment.

I went to the shed, got the appropriate fuel canister, and came back outside. I gave the plane a full tank of fuel for the flight. When I was filling the tank, a small amount of petroleum fuel spilt into the cloth covering, near the engine. Damn gasoline containers. I proceeded as if the spill had never happened and finished refueling. When I secured the filler neck, the engine suddenly roared into life. I lifted the little pilot back into her seat and got back for my own safety. Seriously, getting hit by a model airplane prop hurts like hell. There was something suspicious about this plane. The engine started before the pilot had taken her seat. There went the benefit of the doubt I gave them earlier.

The plane slowly taxied into position. “Here we fly techi!” I heard one of the pilots of the plane shout over the roar of the engine. Several of the Jissouseki in the crowd inhaled the exhaust and started having an allergic reaction to it, as I could see mucus running down from their nostrils. After waving good luck to the other Jissouseki, the pilots took their positions as the craft sped down the runway. As expected, the plane took off easily, much to the delight of the observing audience.


“It flies beautifully desu!”

“We’re going to be Mr. Man’s pets desu!”

“I want lots of candy techi!”

“My babies will be happy Mr. Man’s spacious cool house desu!”

“Punipuni.”

I had heard that phrase used way, way too much in the past two days, and I was getting quite tired of it. I looked down upon the five or so grubs at my feet. Every single one of the grubs had rolled over onto his back, wriggling their tails around, as if asking for something.

“I don’t know what you want, so quit asking.”

I returned my eyes to plane. It had started banking hard left about 20 feet off the ground. I guess they were going to turn around and go in for a landing attempt. As I tracked it, I noticed a metal rod sticking into the air from the shanty town. It looked suspiciously like a radio antenna for the controller of an R/C vehicle. I had to investigate. I was wondering if somebody else was controlling their craft.

“Excuse me, but I’ll be right back.”

“Where Master going rechu?”

I walked into the shanty town, trying not to step on anybody who got in my way. The entire town was made from makeshift materials, such as cardboard and the like. There had been so much activity in the area lately that the once grassy ground had been reduced to streets made of dirt. There were a lot of other Jissouseki in the shanty town, all children and grubs. They were surprised to see me, walking through town like a giant. I tried my best to avoid stepping on anybody, and they tried their best to stay out of my way.

“Uwaa rechu…”

“Mr. Man is tall rechii…”

“Rehu rehu.”

“Maggot-chan, up here.”

“This new punipuni rehu.”

Finally, after walking into the center of the town, I found her. A Jissouseki stood in the center of the town with the remote controls set on a rock to provide a stable work area. The Jissouseki herself was an odd one. She had a collar on her with ID tags. She was somebody’s pet already.

I pieced together the likely chain of events in my mind. When I issued the challenge, the first thing this Jissouseki did was to take her children home and ask her master if he/she would buy her a model plane that could seat her children. The owner complied, and she and her children went to the town the next day to collect clothing to hide the fact that they were cheating. If they had built a working R/C plane from the wreckage a downed plane, I would have let it slide. Hell, I would have accepted it if they found a working one in the field, forgotten by its owner. I would like the acquisition of the new plane. What they did, however, was to take advantage of my good faith and betray their current master for some reason. The fact that they took advantage of both me and their master’s good will is just asinine.

I walked over to the Jissouseki at the controller. She didn’t even notice me behind her. The sun was more in the west, and I and the Jissou were facing north. In other words, I didn’t cast a shadow on her. After realizing that she was too busy flying the plane to take notice of me, I looked at the plane. The Jissouseki in front of me was just then trying to bring the plane for a landing. It was about two feet off the ground. It looked like she would be able to do a perfect landing on her first attempt.

I fixed that little problem.

I kneeled down and tore the controller away from her. She tried to grab a hold of it, but I had it long out of her reach before she could.

“I’ll be taking that, thank you.”

“DEEEEE?! GIVE IT BACK DESU!” She said as she grabbed my leg, as if to try and stop me from walking away.
The plane was just about to touch down when I pushed forward on the throttle controls, which made the plane bounce off the runway and back into the air.

“DE?! Bring it in for randing already desu!”

“Come back down techi!”

Both of the Jissouseki in the plane screamed “Mama, help us techaaaaaaaaaaa!”

I walked back to where I was standing before I had uncovered the deception, knocking aside anything that got in the way. I can’t count the number of children and grubs that lost their lives from having their cardboard home kicked over by a rampaging human.

When I made it back to the runway, I turned to face the plane with controller in hand. I began scaring the crap out of the Jissouseki in the plane by pulling aerobatic tricks with the plane, such as flips, rolls, and the like.

“Stop, stop desu! My babies are up there desu!” the cheater screamed.

I didn’t even turn my head to reply with “Does it look like I care?”

“Why do you do this dejaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?”

I addressed the multitude nonchalantly.

“Attention everybody! The bet is off! None of you will become my pets, not now, not ever.”

That made me a crowd favorite.

“DEEE?! WHAT DID YOU SAY DESU?!”

“Mr. Man is a liar techi!”

“Mr. Man afraid he lose bet desu!”

“We won, now let us in your house desu!”

“Why call off bet rechuuun…”

“Mr. Man is mean desu!

The mother who cheated spoke up in defense of her innocence. “We didn’t cheat desu! We built a plane and flew it desu! You just don’t want us to win desu!”

“Oh, cut the bullshit. I can see right through your lies. The fact that I’m holding the controller in my hand is proof that your children did not build the plane. In fact, I think you took advantage of your master in order to get it. Why would I want such a despicable creature as you?”

I then addressed the others. While pointing at the cheating mother, I said “Hey everybody, the reason the bet was called off was because this one cheated! How does that make you feel?”

These guys are so predictable.

The Jissouseki horde turned on the cheater, pouncing on her all at once. She reached her hand out to me for help, but it soon disappeared into the crowd. I saw little bits and pieces of what they were doing to her through the crowd, but I could hear her screams and pleas for mercy loud and clear. The horde ripped her hair out of her head and defecated all over her. Several of the others around the cheater held her down while one of the phallus-endowed individuals penetrated her and began thrusting into her with wild abandon.

“DECHAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“DESUUUUUUUUUU!”

“You make my babies suffer desu! You die now desu!”

“Jissou-sama’s insides feel good desu!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Man dezu! Please help me dezu-u-u-u-u-u!”

The Jissouseki were too busy dealing with the cheater to realize that I had turned the plane around and was flying it towards them. Since they were all gathered in one spot, I could have many casualties in one sweep. Some of the children and two adults were observant enough to spot the dark object on the horizon that was getting bigger and bigger, and fled in fear for their lives. Most of the grubs started crawling away because of the noise.

“RUN FOR IT TECHAAAAAA!”

“It’s coming techaaa!”

“Too loud rehu-.”

As the drone of the engine quickly closed in on the group, more of the Jissouseki took notice of the plane rapidly approaching them. Many of them fled for their lives. The adult male looked up to see what was making the noise.

“Desu?”

The last thing it ever saw was a close up of the biplane’s propeller. The prop was actually rather strong for its size, as it was made out of durable plastic. When it hit him in the head, he might as well have been hit with a weed whacker. The blades reduced his fat head to putrid little chunks of brain matter and other miscellaneous tissues.

Will it blend? Oh hell yes.

He ejaculated at the same time his head was thrown through a flying food processor. It was a huge load too, judging from the fact that I saw the cheater’s belly expand with each contraction. But that was not all that the decapitated male did. He defecated with enough force to send him rocketing into the air, knocking everybody in the area out of the way. The cheater impaled on his phallus was lifted into the air as well, and thus they began an aerobatic ballet with flips, rolls, and twirls. At one point, they almost hit the plane as it flew away.

“DE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

As the two began spiraling out of control, they hit the runway several times. The cheater’s screams were suddenly cut short by the sound of her spinal column shattering on impact. She suddenly went from a screaming passenger to a ragdoll flopping around as her rapist’s corpse spun in the air like a top. Finally, after about twenty seconds, the cheater’s dead body hit the pavement with a splat as her rapist’s penis snapped off. The rapist hit the ground as well, but he crumbled into dust on impact. The other Jissouseki looked at the two corpses with shock. Several of the brutes that got in the way of the plane’s landing gear were staggering around in confusion of suddenly having a small tiretrack appear on their heads.

In the excitement surrounding the first pass of the plane, male Jissouseki child, picked up one of the grubs in front of him and thrust it onto his raging, twitching hard-on. He gripped the little guy and thrust into the little thing like it was a living Fleshlight. The grub did not like this at all. I could see the fleshy lobes that acted like legs wiggling in an attempt to get away from its molester. Red and green tears streamed down from its eyes.

-Smack-smack-smack-smack-

“Maggot-chan… Maggot-chaaaaaaaaaan!

“RE-E-E-E-E WHAT YOU PUT INSIDE ME REHU?!”

The child’s thrusting sped up. The child liked this a lot, as it was breathing heavily and sweating. Suddenly, he stopped and penetrated the grub deeply. I could hear the empty space inside the grub’s body being filled with ejaculate.

-splat-

After watching that depraved scene, I addressed the crowd.

“That’s the real reason I called off the bet. I don’t want any of you little monsters. In the two days I have known you all, I have seen time after time again what you do to each other. You eat your own children, you defecate everywhere, you beat each other up over the smallest things, you have no ability to just forgive one another, and you fuck so much you make rabbits look frigid! Why would I want to put up with any of you when you show such utter disregard for each other’s lives? Oh, and such utter lack of gratitude! I have not once received a “thank you for giving us this chance” out of any one of you little brutes!” I said this as I was maneuvering the plane back into position for another pass.

Of course, the moment I said that, they all started thanking me, from the adults who gave me full thanks to the smallest children who recited my words ad verbatim.

“Thank you Mr. Man for giving us this chance to live in your house desu!”

“Thank you Mr. Man techi!”

“Thank you for giving us this chance rechi.”

That was it. I had enough of their behavior. Showing utter lack of respect towards me but then try to make me appear irrationally angry whenever I point out the fact that even a rabid dog is better behaved that they were. I felt my blood pressure rise and my face go red. I felt hot all over, as if I was burning with anger.

“Bullshit! Get the fuck out of my sight, you worthless pieces of trash! I never want to see you ever again!”

This caused very predictable pleading from the crowd.

“Mr. Man is mean techi!”

“Please don’t send us away desu! We are very poor desu!”

“Why are you doing this to us techuuuunn…?”

“Am sad rechu~n.”

This time, I didn’t need to tell them to shut up or give them a good reason why they should. I had something far more effective that could do both for me.

The plane came in low enough to hit the group again. This time, there were three Jissouseki that had their heads split open like melons. One adult had her back filleted by the spinning motor, a wound that attracted other hungry Jissouseki. One really unfortunate child was running towards me to grovel at my feet when I struck it with the plane’s wing. The child did not die, but it was caught in the wing and lifted into the air. As the plane got farther away, I heard her faint cries of “RE-CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiii!” in chorus with the cries of the other two.

After the plane sailed into the distance, the group realized that no amount of begging was going to save them. Aside from the grubs, a few of the smaller children, and the critically wounded, they all ran for their lives. It was the fear of death from above that scared them away. I pursued them on foot up to the shanty town. I scared them off, for the moment at least. I heard signs of a commotion in the shanty town. I guess they were taking out their frustrations on their children.

“Now it’s time to get that plane on the ground,” I said to myself. It would have made a nice addition to my small fleet.

“Punipuni”

I looked down at my feet and there was one of the grubs who had not fled in fear. Like the others I had seen, it was on its back, wagging its tiny tail from side to side. Its tiny legs were folded back to give full access to its belly.

“No,” I said as ground it into the pavement with my foot.

“RE-“ Squish.

As I maneuvered the plane into position for landing, I saw black smoke pouring from its engine. Okay, it might need some repair. I’ve been a little rough with it today, with all the passes and stuff. But then I noticed that more smoke started pouring out the vehicle with each passing second.

“I’ll take care of it when I land,” I thought.

When it was aligned to the runway, I lowered altitude in preparation to land. That’s when I got to see the situation up close. The blacks smoke was pouring out of the engine compartment. While the Jissouseki clinging for dear life on the right wing and the one in the second seat were screaming, the Jissouseki in the pilot’s seat was not. She was slumped forward in her chair, her forehead pressed into the dashboard, hands still clutching the decorative controls. The one in the second seat was not doing so well either. In between every scream, it would cough hard enough to dry heave.

“TECHAAAAAA-HACK-HACK-HACK. HACK-HACK-HACK!”

“Onee-chan okay recha?!”

All I had to do was land the plane, shut off the engine, kick the three losers out of the plane, then I could go in my shed and repair the plane to working order. I was about to land it when I realized that I did not have a brake system on this plane. I would have to slow my speed before I could do anything else. I brought the plane back up to an altitude of 3 feet and fired up the engine to make a second pass.

I never got the chance.

As I made the plane turn and made its way back to the other end of the runway, the controls suddenly locked. The plane’s condition was really serious at this point. Flames leaped out of the engine. The cloth skin on the front of the plane was either on fire or had been burned to ash. The second child was not screaming, slumped forward in its seat like the false pilot. I could see where the wooden framework in the front of the plane was on fire.

At first, it kept going with the last command I gave it: angled upward. It was almost directly above the shanty town when it angled upward and stalled. As the controls had locked up, there was absolutely nothing I could do. It fell out of the air and crash-landed right into the shanty town. I heard the child on the wing scream "RECHAAAAAAAAAA!" as the plane fell. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and ran over to investigate the crash site.

It was not pretty at all. Although the plane had fallen out of the sky, the engine was still running, and thus the propeller was still spinning. The plane rolled forward into an adult Jissouseki, disemboweling and slicing the fallen troll to ribbons with its propeller blades. I could see the carnage from ten feet away because of the shower of the blood and guts being flung into the air by the prop. When I got closer, I got a better idea of the damage the plane’s sudden appearance had caused. Several houses in the middle of the shanty town had collapsed under the weight of the plane, crushing the children and grubs inside. All that was left of them was an ever growing puddle of dark green slime and blood leaking out from underneath wet cardboard. The Jissouseki that clung for life on the wing was sent to the ground by the rebound of the wings, reducing her to what could best be described as an organic crater. Already, Jissouseki from across the little community walked towards the smorgasbord left behind by the fallen plane, oblivious to the danger the wreck posed to them.

“ Looks delicious desu!”

“Hurry desu! Get my clothes before they burn desu!”

“Maggot-chan… Maggot-chaaan recheeeeeeeen…”

I was not so unobservant. I could tell from the flames and the hissing noised coming from the wreck meant that the fuel line was on fire, and soon the gas tank might ignite. If that were to happen, it could explode like an incendiary grenade. The gas tank of the plane must have been about 32 fluid ounces (about the size of a can of Monster energy drink). During flight, the plane could have burned most of it, leaving only about 12 fluid ounces of gasoline left in the tank. This was more than enough to make a sizable explosion. Not as much as a full tank would have, but still enough to cause a brush fire. There was little I could do until the tank exploded, unless I wanted to be badly burned by the explosion up close. I backed off and I waited.

Finally, it happened.

-FssssssstKABOOM!-

The gas tank exploded in a fireball that engulfed the plane and two houses next to it. It actually blew the plane in half and knocked over cardboard houses from the shockwave alone. There went any plan to get the plane in working order after landing; I don’t think you can repair a pile of ashes. The Jissouseki passengers of the plane were either ripped apart or vaporized; I didn’t see any sign of them.

The immediate damage to the Jissouseki around the plane was severe enough. Two Jissouseki got caught in the fireball, which barbequed them where they stood. One adult had a hole drilled through her when the nose of the plane landed her with the propeller still spinning. Several children were splashed in the face with burning gasoline, which melted their faces right off. About a dozen grubs turned inside out by the heat; think popcorn Jissouseki. At least one Jissouseki family had blood and gore dribbling out of their mouths because the shockwave liquefied their insides.

“TECHAAAAAAA!”

“JISSOU-SAMA FUCK JISSOU-SAMA FUCK IT’SSSS AWWRIGHTTT DESU!”

”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” “Tettere~!”

“Tettere~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!”

”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” “Tettere~!”

“Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!”

”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!”

“Tettere~!”

“HOT! IT’S HOT TECHAAA!”

-SPLASH-

“REPYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“MY BABIES THEY ARE ON FIRE DESU!” ?A?

It was already pandemonium as it was; Jissouseki adults were popping grubs and children into their mouths like candy. The surviving phallus endowed individuals began masturbating furiously as those around them burned alive. Many of the survivors of the blast were leaving behind trails of dark green slime as they ran away from the growing flames. At least 3 adults and seven children were pumping out litters of the grub creatures from between their stubby legs.

The shockwave and the immediate heat blast was not the biggest threat to the survivors; it was the fiery debris and fuel raining down afterward. They learned that first hand, as globs of still-burning gasoline and ignited wood fell upon them. Several children ran away with their hair burning. A grub or two cried out for help when a glob of burning gasoline fell on top of them, cooking them alive. Quite a few of the cardboard houses burned to the ground with their occupants still inside, with children and grubs screaming for their mothers as they were barbequed alive. One adult was killed by a piece of incendiary wooden shrapnel that penetrated his brain, cooking his cerebral cortex sunny side up. The gasoline set fire to the trails of feces some Jissouseki left behind as they fled, sometimes creating walls of flames, other times it actually followed the source until the inferno roasted their backsides to ashes. Most individuals, however, died from overheating caused by the flames around them. The fire would get to those bodies eventually, merely increasing the temperature.

“MY HAIR’S ON FIRE TECHAAAAAAA!”

“WATER TECHAA! I NEED WATER TECHAAA!”

“MAH MOWTH BHURNZ DESHU!”

“HELP REHU! ON FIRE REPYAAAAAAAAAA!”

“COUGH COUGH COUGH!”

“MAMA! MAMA IT HELP US IT HOT RECHAAAAAAAA!”

“TECHUGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“MY POOP’S ON FIRE TECHAAAAAA! IT’S CHASING ME TECHAAAAAAAA!”

-FWOOM-

“TECHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Some tried to get away from the fire, but eventually most if not all of the community succumbed to the flames. When the last survivor had stopped screaming and the last body had stopped twitching, I went it and systematically extinguished the fire with blasts of CO2.

For the next hour or so, I had to extinguish the fire several times owing to re-ignition by burning gasoline soaked into the soil. When the remains of the shanty town stopped smoldering, I investigated the charred remains of the town to see if anybody survived the heat.

The scene was total devastation. I picked up a charred piece of cardboard and find a Jissouseki child melted into the earth. In one of the more intact houses, there was a whole room filled with the remains of grubs and their humanoid caretakers twisted in their final moments of living agony. Several adults had been burned to the point that there was nothing left of them but a frail, charred skeleton. I found one child that thought it could escape the flames by hiding under bodies, but it got cooked alive anyway.

The plane was not recoverable. The gas tank had exploded, the electronics were incinerated, and the frame was reduced to a pile of ashes. I couldn’t even determine what caused the fire because the only thing left largely intact is the partially destroyed engine.

I waited for the remains to cool, and then I got a garbage sack from the shed to put the destroyed plane’s remains inside. After locking up the shed, I completed my earlier chore of taking out the trash. After that, I checked the shed for potential invaders, locked it up, and went back inside my home to retire for the evening. By the next morning, wild animals cleaned up the cooked remains of the town, judging from the fact that there were no charred bodies, or any babies that were not caught in the explosion, anywhere to be found when I checked in the morning before work.

Fast forward to today. Out of curiosity, I visited the site of the crash. Not even one year has passed and nature is recovering. Although I found a few worn, charred pieces of cardboard, most of the buildings are no longer in existence. Occasionally, I found a material possession of one of the many victims or a melted piece of plastic. The scorched grass has largely been replaced. Aside from a few high traffic roads, the infrastructure of the town has been reclaimed by nature. The only place that has not recovered is the actual site of the plane crash. There is a spot where burning gasoline soaked into the ground, baking the nutrients right out of the soil. Thus, nothing grows there. Every now and then, I’ll find a charred piece of cloth. Other than that, there is almost no evidence of them even being here.

Now, I can fly my planes without interruption. I get some really good shots these days. I think I'll have enough aerial shots to post in a movie in about a month. Hope to see you at "Cool Aerial Videos: Part 17!"

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P.S. Out of generosity, I uploaded the footage from the camera that day up to Youtube! I thought the footage was awesome and pretty damn funny as well. Watch it here:

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