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Unknown Soldier · (12-14-2013)

My mind plays maestro with it's magnified multitude of magnificent methamphetamine.

Strangers to the darkness, and those not well versed in the twisted macabre of madness, make haste and walk slowly towards you're nearest exit. Otherwise; join us and learn how to become plagued by the inner sanctity of you're own insanity. A place where you're own intellect is abused to create a world that exists in whatever reality you perceive this life to be. I am one with all of you, and yet we are far too distant without mine mind's connection. Do you quench this loss of logical reason, remorse, and respect from you're own reality as much as The Maniac? Of course you do, that's why you're still watching. The maniacal malfunction that is the mind of mine is nothing but the perception of a psychopath that lives inside the minds of you.

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A dark and cold December evening sends shivers down the spines of nearby wandering hobos and drifters. The streets were paved with the melting of wet snow and rancid bodily fluids. Rain began to mix with snow, as the hours of continuous precipitation beat down on the pavement. Proceeding to mix the smell of feces and urine progressively worse over time. The temperature, much like the weather, was refusing to show any choice between freezing and near freezing for the past month. The struggle between two worlds was clearly taking place as they juggled between the bitter frozen deathly ice and the running water that provides hydration and life. The world still continued to act accordingly as if nothing had changed, the wildlife and population of humanity made adjustments to withstand this constant struggle. It's called adaptation, evolution, and survival of the fittest. Burlington Coat Factory became the largest exporter in the world and Eskimos became the native religion of all the people. Yes, Eskimo is a religion that worships SATAN! Everyone's diet consists of chicken noodle soup, sprite, and heavy doses of Nyquill. HEAVY doses (RoboTrippin').

The flu virus is running rampant throughout the citizens like it were a John Madison Vagina in a Black Circle full of penis. In fact, members of the population who had not contracted the flu were considered homosexuals, and were commanded to be raped and then murdered immediately by the order of thine Master. This is the personification of life twisted in the darkness that is unable to climb itself out into light. This street, in this neighborhood, in this world, and in this moment, is the inner depiction of a lost soul that you now call home. Home is where my heart is. Sanity is nowhere near my zip code.

One streetlight flickers and then dismisses in a matter of seconds to darken the mood as hoards of the loyal subjects begin flocking towards their homes. Like a pack of Muslims rushing off to prayer, they hustle in their allocated homes and dissipate as more light fixtures begin dissolving over time. The stench becomes even more putrid as the winds increase heavily and quickly from the West. Tornadoes, hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, locust storms, and all that other biblical shit starts to take place in front of your very eyes. That is until all light has vanished without a trace. Darkness in vision and chaos in earshot. Stench of burning hair and feel of immense chill overtakes and sense of parameter you once knew as any sense of boundary for all four senses. A chill that isn't associated with the cold temperature. But with the fear that would have brought the hair standing on it's end had it not been burned to a crisp.

Silence.

Light.

The flick of a wrist pulls down on a metal string connected to a light bulb that hangs from a ceiling to reveal an abandoned basement. The bulb continues to swing from it's placement secured on the ceiling in the center of the room. A decrepit hand full of wrinkles and long dirty fingernails swings the light bulb around the room in a tornado of sorts, causing what little bit of light that may be emancipated from it to swirl in a tie dye sort of vision to the eye. Mixing black and white like a flurry of snow blocking one's vision. As the light slowly begins to descend more visions of the inside of this wretched basement begin to appear.

First -- The ceiling is covered in what appears to be a combination of seminal fluids dripping from the ceiling very slowly as if they were globs of molasses. Constructed in a very meticulous pattern that can only be described as what materializes to be an inverted pentagram.

Second -- The upper echelon of the ceiling is a monotonous repetition of the number 6 etched on the sides of the walls in no respective pattern or detail. It's as if the entire walls had been scratched away in different patterns of this number at some point in time.

Third -- The floor is by far the most despicable of this room as you might have expected. Covered in layers of human waste, empty vodka bottles, hypodermic needles, and broken glass. The deplorable smell of vomit tickles the inside of one's nostrils, causing the gag reflux to react and vomit in response.

In that pool of regurgitated vodka, blood, and shards of crystal methamphetamine a mouth is attached, as an anemic looking figure now comes to light in the center of the room. A full grown 6' man whose body structure consisted of only skin and bone. It was evident that his body had NO fat by the full appearance of a set of ribs that looked ready to be lathered up in BBQ sauce and served at Famous Dave's. He is completely naked except for a silver plated inverted pentagram necklace that rest around his shoulders. Clumps of long blonde hair were falling out as the anorexic buffoon was hunched over cackling... and fapping... Yes fapping.... Without the view of his genitalia (sorry ladies and queers) or his face. How else did you think all that disgusting white molasses got on the ceiling?

Another shot onto the ceiling in the deliberate pattern as described earlier. From out of his left hand after he finishes his deed, floats a Polaroid picture that settles on the ground directly underneath the light bulb that was now hovering directly above him.

(THIS NUDE PICTURE OF JOHN MADISON HAS BEEN REMOVED BY SHANE

DUE TO IT'S CONTENTS OF ROCKIN' TITS AND AN ASS THAT DESERVES TREATMENT SIMILAR TO A JACKHAMMER ON A SIDEWALK.)

When Shane

was asked to comment on why he thinks it's appropriate to censor promos he had this to say.

Shane

: "SUCK MY DICK!"

Little does he know that his stolen catchphrase from Peter Gilmour would wind up being the joke on him. That was because Greggo was able to steal this particular photograph from

's private collection and somehow, it had winded up in the hands of a man that bare resemblance to a seventy five pound sewer rat. A rat who apparently alternates masturbation with the injection of methamphetamine directly into his gonads. After the process of loading up the needle and conducting of business, the ravaging lunatic jumps around like a monkey from wall to wall. The light bulb circulates around the room once again so that his face is still kept in disguise.

Unknown Tweaker: "Soon I'm hoping to get high enough to make it to Castle GraySkull (The Compound) and one day join The Sisterhood!"

A second voice, not much different than the first, but distinctively heard now begins to speak alternately the other.

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Unknown Masturbator: "You mean, a place where heterosexuals finally go when they've grown disgusted with the XWF?"

Unknown Tweaker: "Yeah, whatever is the opposite of what that huge

Sebastian Duke does!"

Unknown Masturbator: "Although, he is not alone in his ultimate quest of faggotry! In fact, many of the XWF is going around saying that John Madison is an ugly woman. What are you all queers? Is Shane

and the rest of the Black Circle (minus that emo queerazoid who took that bag off his head to symbolize coming out of the closet) the only males in this juncture that enjoy a nice set of tits and an <------------------open---------------> vagina? I was hoping that John and myself could shoot an Edge and Lita scene right in the middle of an XWF ring some day. That bitch Madison is HOT! and I would DO HER! She could have my babies! If you don't find this blonde, vampire lookin' bitch sexy then you need to question you're own sexuality. Not me though, because everyone knows I'm a Bi-Necro-Homo-Trans-Sexual that is an androgynous hermaphrodite. Isn't it a good thing that John finally became a woman anyways? I mean, it was inevitable that he would lose the crown as soon as he lost his nut sack. You want to know why that is? Do ya? Alright, here it goes, and I mean this in the most chauvinistic way possible. MEN ARE ALWAYS BETTER THAN WOMEN."

Unknown Tweaker: "It's a proven fact backed by statistics in some sort of study somewhere. Scientists and doctors across the world agree that women are inferior creatures who should only be allowed outside of their cages to breed when deemed necessary by the much smarter male species. Otherwise, they will run around committing perverse sexual acts uncontrollably because they are unable to control their own sexual urges with their subsidiary brain power."

Cases in point

John Madison---> Slut of Black Circle
Jenna Silver <---- Lesbian Whores ----> Liz Hathaway
Griffin MacAlister's prostitute ------> Alexandra Callaway

Jessie Diaz: And of course, their is always one crazy ginger bitch who could only get laid by her own multiple personalities. That's still called masturbation by the way. She only gets laid by herself NOT because she's crazy mind you, but because she's a red head. Fuckin' ugly fire crotch! I can't tell if it's your damn period or not and that's a MAJOR fucking tease to a guy like me."

Unknown Masturbator: "With all these promiscuous women running around the XWF these days I thought I was watching an episode of Desperate Housewives. None of them have anything else to do with their time other than harass the woman who's man finally made a commitment to her."

Rose Smith.

Unknown Tweaker: "Does anybody else find it weird that all these women decide to gang up on Rose Smith obviously jealous of her future wedding vows. Of course not, because ALL WOMEN GET JEALOUS OF ANOTHER WOMAN GETTING MARRIED. Scientific research tells us this. Why the fuck do women line up to catch the bouquet so fast and do it so furiously? Just try proving science wrong. Dr. Zero back me up on this."

Unknown Masturbator: "All these whores and all these sluts running their loose vaginas all over the place and Sebastian Duke is still camped up at The Compound playing pocket pool with Asmodeous. Turned

and surrendered his own soliloquy the day he beat Mark Flynn. Too afraid to come and toss the feces around with the rest of us sickos. I won't be there to support you at all Sebastian, because you have done nothing but fail yourself."

Unknown Tweaker: "I'm going to show up because I heard that Egyptian Snow Eskimo Hooker likes to wrestle naked. I've got my eye on her, because the only thing gayer than doing a He-Man parody would be to do a combined parody of Thundercats and Transformers. Let's show this bitch how I wrestle.... SKINLESS!"

The crank induced fiend peels off the thin layers of skin that barely sticks to his bones. This takes a matter of seconds as he easily flings his skin off to the side to reveal the new.

Unknown Masturbator: "The XWF wants me to return. HA! With all these

and whores walking around here I think I'd rather just smoke meth and jack off!"

After his last sentence the light bulb goes dim and all light has dissipated for a brief moment. Finally, before we fade to our conclusion, a lighter sparks up underneath the light bulbs bottom accompanied by the sound of lungs inhaling.

Threaded Mode \| Linear Mode The XWF is a bunch of <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif">; especially Sebastian Duke! (RP for Duke corner)
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