This is a prompt thread based on the kill-the-above games in RP. Instead of you playing the roles of characters as if you were in the story, you will simply be writing stories with the characters mentioned.

As this isn't an RP, you do not have to respond to the previous post with a story before posting your own prompt. In fact, you should post your story in another thread or off-site; however, you should link to the story so other people can know that the prompt was already used.

For appearance, outfit, and weapons in the template you may link to images or write a description. I don't see any rules regarding links to images of real people, but if you do use one, make sure they're 18+; however, if we're told by a mod or admin to stop linking to real pictures we should stop. If they tell us to stop linking images entirely then ignore this paragraph. The outfit and weapons description/image obviously doesn't have to agree with the appearance image.

Here's the templates;

Victims

Name:
Gender:
Age:

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Говорю по русски, если хочешь поболтать - в личку.

Download link:

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Let's gather up all of Dutchko's stuff so it's all in one spot

Yes I got no idea what cosplay really is, but I guess it can be anything.

Lets say I want to cosplay as one of the people who worked at Unit 731.

hXXp://livedoor.blogimg.jp/toshi_densetsu/imgs/1/e/1e7ab347.jpg thats the image that show their clothes, I am pretty sure there is no color images at all from what happend at unit 731 so we just have to guess what colors they really did have, we can proabably figure out that it was dark clothes tho?

The real question is what material it was made from. My friend sent me this about it:

plastic wasnt arround there
we must know what rainclothes where made off
that will be a step in the right direction
or find out what early american/german biohazard suits where made off
might be rubber/leatherish

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Brian Jurk had enough. Sally Bech (7 months pregnant and just a week away from turning 18), and her younger sister, 13-year-old Suzie, pushed him too far when they tattled on him to 23-y.o. Ms. Buht. She was generally sweet and in her first year of teaching, but didn't want to be seen as a pushover so gave him detention.


He had a shotgun his older friend legally gifted him. He put his smartphone in his shirt pocket and hiked a mile to Sally's house, knowing where it was because he picked his friend up from there several times, often hearing him complain about how he didn't want a kid and was worried Sally poked holes in the condoms she kept.

Her parents were at work and she was home alone. He opened the back door and crept quietly in. He heard music from the bathroom and as he got closer, her moaning in the bathtub. Her belly floated above her, her eyes were closed, and her feet rested high on the windowsill. The water covered her ears and reached her deep red lips.

He moved silently toward her, slowly raised his gun, aimed right at her pussy being palmed, and took a long but quiet breath. She moved her hand up and down, side to side, circling her womanhood as she played with her boobies and lips with her other hand. She lowered her feet into the water and arched her pussy into the air, unwittingly making a glaring target for his slug, and moved her fingers in and out, eventually inserting her thumb into her asshole and pinching herself deeply, using her pink on her clit and her other 2 fingers deeper.

} - \ ! B A M ! / - {

Her eyes went wide and she made no noise; she then felt overwhelming pain and splashed wildly, holding her pained right arm up to her face and seeing her right hand had been blown off. She quickly gasped and screamed in pain, thrashing in the water. Suddenly seeing Brian in there with there with her, she stretched her arms out, one a bloody cracked stump where her wrist used to be, and begged "NO PLEASE BRIAN I'M SO SORR-" He stomped on her chest, holding her with all his might beneath the water. Bubbles flew up from her shocked face and she tried to get him off, her left arm grasping his leg and pulling as hard as she could, then punching his knee. Her right leg was entirely useless and in immense pain, more than even her arm but not as much as her pelvis. Her right arm, just a bloody stump flailing away and pushing at his leg, was as effective, and her left leg scrambled in the air as she tried to wrap it around his, but due to her belly,

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I am simultaneously happy that gurochan is back, and devastated that all the old pics are gone. Oh well, guess I'll help repopulate.

STITCHES THREAD!!! Stitches over mouths are choice, but any will do. I post mostly dicks but chicks are welcome too.

Welcome back, gurochan!!!

Crawling forward eagerly on all fours His obedient cuntnun wriggles whorishly to His boot, brainlessly prostrating as she simpers in sluttish slavery beneath Him, her adoring eyes gazing up at the glorious Lord as she lewdly rubs her tongue along side his boot. "Praise Him, worship Him, obey Him, forever." His fanatically fawning fuckpuppet coo's as her drooling, painted lips press an adoring kiss against His shoe, her reverent gaze turned up towards the almighty Lord above her. Astride His dread throne above her, the dominant Lord pays the pathetic cunt little mind, one of many crowding at the feet of His dread avatar, the abhorrent throne crafted of the cuntmeat of many young sluts, each sexualized remnant squirming to serve the supreme Lord. The chapel resounds with the slavishly chanted prayers unto the Lord of Doom, His power absolute, granting both the mercy of continued life in service to Him, and death in blessed sacrifice unto Him, at His mere whim.*

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Hello fellow Gurochanners. This post is meant as an offload of my life's story...perhaps I'll find some comfort here. I'll detail bellow as much about myself as I can.

I posted this on NoFap too, so I copied most of it from there. I believe there are a ton of negative effects that result from watching too much porn. Search NoFap if you want to find those out...
Note: edging means to masturbate but not reach orgasm, to basically search and search for that perfect pic, that perfect stuff to get you off.

Quick debrief on my NoFap journey: first try I went 8 days (but I still edged 6 out of the 8 days); second try I went 5 days and relapsed on the fifth( still edged so it probably didn't count much); third try was 15 days (still edged 12 of those 15 days) and now I am in my second day of my 4th attempt. This time I've decided not to edge at all, but I have broken that promise to myself... So I suppose I should consider this as the start of my 5th attempt.

<<The Bad Parts of My Life>>
I am now nearly 20 years old, a student. I feel like I have wasted most of my life (though that's an unreasonable line of thought, since I only became partially aware of how life works and what I want to do around 3-4 years ago, and even now I am not certain what I want to do with this chance to life that I was given). Haven't really went through life or experienced much (never left my country, never had a job, never had a girlfriend and therefore never felt intimate with anyone or truly connected<-this one tears me apart). Up until now I've spent most of my time trying to escape my insecurities.

There are two main ones:


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so a friend of mine challenged me to write some smut from first person perspective, and instead I wrote this. I was feeling particularly self hating when I wrote this so this is supposed to be me, and is loosely based on one time the ex boyfriend of a girl I was seeing showed up at my house and threatened to kill me. so without further ado, enjoy me being raped.

Its a long walk back home from work, and of course its midnight. With my luck someone will try to mug me or worse, but it was a long and tiring day, and I'm anxious to get home. Angry phone calls from my girlfriends ex boyfriend mixed in with the expected perils of retail did not combine to make it an enjoyable day.

Older men grossly flirting with me and attempts to feel me up still fresh in my mind, i send a few texts to my girlfriend to complain while i take a shortcut through a parking lot. Powerful arms reach out from a shadowy van as i walk by it and grab me; covering my mouth and dragging me into the shadowy interior.

Hands rip and tear at my clothing until I'm laying on the cold floor of the van in my bra and panties, staring in shock and fear at my assaulters. Three masked men sit around me, all otherwise naked and all more than well hung. The men don't waste any time in tearing the last of my clothes off before forcing me on top of the biggest cock and shoving it into my cunt; the second largest pounds into my ass, and the last penis is forced down my throat when i begin to scream.

My attackers are far from gentle; my arms are painfully pulled behind me by the rapist plowing my ass and the man I'm forced to ride reaches his large hands to my throat and chokes me when I try to bite down on the prick fucking my face, occasionally letting go of my neck to slap my tits and pull at my nipples. All the while i hear the men spitting out insults; "Dyke" and "Lesbo Slut" are two of the more popular names they call me.

After what feels like two hours of non-stop rape i feel the cock stuffing my throat twitch before it shoots cum down my gullet. The man in my ass climaxes next, and i feel him pull my arms back harder and me farther onto his dick as jizz coats my bowels. I feel nothing but shame as the last penis in me finishes, my womb filling up with my rapists seed and doubtlessly impregnating me. The men pull out of my violated holes and drop me back on the floor of the van where I curl up and cry, but it isn't long before I'm grabbed again and painfully thrown out of the van.

"This is what happens when you steal my girlfriend you fucking dyke!" the voice of my girlfriends ex shouts at me. "But don't worry slut, we'll help make sure you don't make that mistake again."

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This is my latest work. I've been...inspired after seeing the picture bellow, of Melissa Soria.

http://nifmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/20140911_4726-Edit.jpg

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*knock*

There's a brief pause.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in, please!" a man smoking a cigar and browsing through some expenditure reports says in a bored tone.

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A comic type product from my poser exercising. This one's near the end of the story.

I have like a thousand "I'm going to write this" vows that have turned into "I SWEAR I WILL GET TO IT"

and I'm only beholden to myself. How can I stress myself out like this? I'm not even getting paid for these stories (that people hate)

Also I'm wondering what the ultimate ends of my fetishism is. Like if we can all get time travel and have tortured raped robots that resemble real living humans in everyday but definitely aren't feeling pain but just react exactly like a real human would... At what point do I grow jaded? Like can a human handle near-godhood?

I've found myself extremely obsessed with severed penises.

The BEST kind of tentacle rape

I finished this one a few days ago, but I wasn't planning in posting it. A few people have already read it, and one of them told me to upload it here, telling me she liked it, so we will see.

Its quiet long, as there is a plot there, but if you just want to go straight into the sex it starts on the second half. As always, let me know what you think if it (good or bad)!

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tags: F/f, cons, non-cons, first, lesbian, anal, piss, toys, rape, bagging, snuff

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming and covered in sweat. It was still raining softly outside and the room was cold and dark. Pulling the duvet under my nose I turned on the lamp I had by the bed.

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i'm not sure where else i could possibly ask about this without feeling like everyone who sees this will think i'm insane, ha.

do any of you guys feel like you use guro to help cope with self hatred, or self harm? i've tried to research a connection between low self esteem and gore fantasies, but i couldn't find anything.

i'm a 17 year old girl and ever since i was in 7th grade, i've fantasized about being brutally murdered and raped as a means to deal with my mental health. (being beheaded, stabbed, burned alive, etc.) i think i do this because i see myself as someone who should be punished, who deserves to be hurt in the worst possible ways. guro actually isn't sexual for me, but rather just a sort of self medication that helps me repress my self harming desires, as my parents don't believe in psychiatry and the use of medication for mental health.

tl;dr do you think you like gore because of self hatred, or is there something seriously wrong with me?

Hey if you need art drawn hmu at [email protected]

A new chapter of Maruo's current series, from the March 2017 issue of Comic Beam.

30 pages, in English

https://sukebei.nyaa.se/?page=view&tid=2275944

OK, this is going to be similar to "Finish Her!", but with a MAJOR twist.

Here's how the format works: Person A posts a female character (Character A). Person B, rather than describe what they would do to violate/kill that character, posts a female character of their own (Character B), who they want to see take on Character A in a DUEL TO THE DEATH!!!! Person C then determines how the fight between Character A and Character B would go, writes the fight out, then provides a new female character, either to take on the winner of the previous fight, or to await a brand new challenger.

I'll provide the first combatant:

This is Elesis. Having unlocked the powers of her ancient bloodline, she has become the Blazing Heart, a warrior who uses Elemental Fire in its purest form with similar ease to how she uses her sword. Who shall challenge this mighty warrioress?

So.. the upcoming Friday the 13th game...

Anyone else hoping someone does a nude mod for the kills?