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05/22/11(Sun)22:00 No.26169297>>26169090
You decide to fuck your own face up. Hey! You might even be able to convince your two 'victims' it wasnt you!
We live in hope, you John Gacy cocksucker.
In the kitchen you assemble your apparatus. Knives, rolling pins, pans. Heavy and sharp shit.
You slip yourself some xanax, take a deep breath, and get to work
First the pans. You start the head, so that maybe concussion will save you pain. It doesnt.
After words, you work the body, especially around the kidneys. God knows why, but at the time it seemed a good idea.
Next, the knives. Big fuckers, like breadknives.
The cuts are deep and gouging, but convincing. Good job, you psychopath.
After that tirade, christ knos why you patched yourself up at all. You go into twilights pivate stash, beneath her bed.
going to Uni in Canterlot takes its toll, especially on meek students like Twi. She did what she had to.
Inside you find some codeine pills, among other prescription medication and vitamin and hormone supplements.
She went through a weird phase about her gender, they dont talk about it. Except to caramel, look where THAT fucking went.
After taking the painkillers, you mope up to bed. You're bleeding like a mad cunt on your sheets, but you dont care.
Hey, lets hope you dont die, bro!
Soon, the door slams open, Twilight rushes upstairs.
She.
Sounds.
Pissed.
She stomps up into your room.
Upon seeing you, her anger fades.
"Oh no, not you too, spike!"
how you gonna play this? I mean, you arent SUPER weak, and the knife is still with you. Cut your losses, or get deeper into the shit |
