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I hate Siegfried!
I'm going to rape Siegfried as punishment for all the stupid stuff he did!
That's right, manwhore! I bet you love being choked by me!
Give it!
Give it all!
Yeah, that's it! Cry all you want but you can't escape this pussy! Damn, your dick is hardening so much in it!!
Siegfried, I'm cumming!! It's going all the way into my womb!!
Uoooghhhhhhh!!
Make me pregnant! Make me pregnant with your rape babies, you manslut!
Phew... now that was a good rape.
Bob 'Faerie Fragger' Spinel
Tam Lin 'Total Faerie Death' Tristan
Baobhan 'Cernunnos Calamity Caller' Sith
I cried. I simply couldn't help but cry. This girl was not even 13, she never tasted knowledge, passion, and was snuffed out in the very moment she first experienced freedom. She just... hopped. Hopped right into oblivion, a dazzling, tearful smile on her face as she leapt into the air to try to distract herself from missing her friends and the promise they made... we made... to her that we broke. I don't cry much, I really don't. The last time I cried was when Moses died in the Bible, silently gazing at the Promised Land that he'd come so far to reach but was not permitted to enter. But Gerda... touched me. In a way that no FGO character ever has, or ever will.
Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Sakura lived in a run-down tenement
An eccentric and brilliant worman
Sakura was a loner, a thinker, a worman of ideas
Ideas forbidden in Kiara's society
The society for which she worked
The society in which she lived
The society that she would set free
And so Sakua worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Kiara's Servants weren't upon her
She'd set her skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world
Twelve years Sakura worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, BB was born
A perfect girl, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Kiara's army of evil Servants. Ready, willing, prepared to fight
Shuwen
Lu Bu
Francis
Gawain
Nursery
Vladman
BB
Attack!
And as the smoke cleared!
Sakura rose above the countless servants remaining. BB was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Kiara ordered the final attack
The death of BB
The crowd had gathered there to watch her fall, to watch their hopes destroyed
They watched them beat her, they watched them break her, they watched her last defense deployed
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard
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But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead
Por favor, my name is Quetzalcoatl
I’m a millennium old lucha libre otaku (wrestling fan for you non hombres). I practice lucha moves in my garage and spend my days working out and watching superior mehican luchadores (el santo, blue demon, espectro I)
I train with my plancha every day, this superior crossbody block can smack through dame dame goddesses because it is folded over a thousand guacamoles and is vastly superior to any other technique. I earned my lucha license two years ago, and I have been getting better every day.
I speak mehican fluently, both Nahuatl and Espanol and I know everything about lucha libres and their máscaras which I follow 100%. I also have a collection of mascaras, some of them I won in Luchas de Apuestas against Island Mask (you should see the face on Amakusa, guano was so bueno when jaguarman woman went all Caballete on his ass).
When I get my shovel, I am digging under the wall to illegally crossover to prestigious mehico to learn more about their magnificent culture. I hope I can become the next Masked Marvel
Wish me luck in mexico!
>He himself signed his two letters as "Dragulya" or "Drakulya" in the late 1470s. His name had its origin in the sobriquet of his father, Vlad Dracul ("Vlad the Dragon" in medieval Romanian), who received it after he became a member of the Order of the Dragon.
>Dracula is the Slavonic genitive form of Dracul, meaning "[the son] of Dracul (or the Dragon)". In modern Romanian, dracul means "the devil", which contributed to Vlad's reputation.
>Mehmed entered Târgoviște at the end of June. The town had been deserted, but the Ottomans were horrified to discover a "forest of the impaled" (thousands of stakes with the carcasses of executed people), according to Chalkokondyles.
>The sultan's army entered into the area of the impalements, which was seventeen stades long and seven stades wide. There were large stakes there on which, as it was said, about twenty thousand men, women, and children had been spitted, quite a sight for the Turks and the sultan himself.
>The sultan was seized with amazement and said that it was not possible to deprive of his country a man who had done such great deeds, who had such a diabolical understanding of how to govern his realm and its people. And he said that a man who had done such things was worth much.
>The rest of the Turks were dumbfounded when they saw the multitude of men on the stakes. There were infants too affixed to their mothers on the stakes, and birds had made their nests in their entrails.
>The sultan decided to retreat from Wallachia.
They named him Kazikli Bey.
Turkish for "The Lord Impaler".
>He himself signed his two letters as "McDonald" or "MacDonnel" in the late 1470s. His name had its origin in the sobriquet of his father, Ronald McDonald ("Ronald the Clown" in medieval Romanian), who received it after he became a member of the Order of the Golden Arches.
>McDonald is the Slavonic genitive form of Donald, meaning "[the son] of Donald (or the Clown)". In modern Romanian, Donald means "the devil", which contributed to Vlad's reputation.
>Sanders entered Târgoviște at the end of June. The town had been deserted, but the KFC staff were horrified to discover a "forest of the franchises" (thousands of restaurants with the best burgers around), according to Chalkokondyles.
>The colonel's army entered into the area of the restaurants, which was seventeen stades long and seven stades wide. There were large tables there on which, as it was said, about twenty thousand men, women, and children had been well fed for a reasonable price, quite a sight for the KFC staff and the colonel himself.
>The colonel was seized with amazement and said that it was not possible to deprive of his profits a man who had done such great deeds, who had such a diabolical understanding of how to market his brand and its food. And he said that a man who had done such things was worth much.
>The rest of the staff were dumbfounded when they saw the multitude of choices on the menu. There were beverages too affixed to their meals on the menu, and commuters had made their orders in their drive-thrus.
>The colonel decided to retreat from Wallachia.
They called him Quarterpounder Bey
Turkish for Lord Hamburger
For me, it's the McChicken. The best fast food sandwich. I even ask for extra McChicken sauce packets and the staff is so friendly and more than willing to oblige.
One time I asked for McChicken sauce packets and they gave me three. I said, "Wow, three for free!" and the nice friendly McDonald's worker laughed and said, "I'm going to call you 3-for-free!".
Now the staff greets me with "hey it's 3-for-free!" and ALWAYS give me three packets. It's such a fun and cool atmosphere at my local McDonald's restaurant, I go there at least 3 times a week for lunch and a large iced coffee with milk instead of cream, 1-2 times for breakfast on the weekend, and maybe once for dinner when I'm in a rush but want a great meal that is affordable, fast, and can match my daily nutritional needs.
I even dip my fries in McChicken sauce, it's delicious! What a great restaurant.
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Raita designed Valkyria Chronicles 2 kilometers underground, inside SEGA’s maximum security, solitary confinement ward.
No less than fifteen men had high-powered assault weapons trained on his head the entire time, required by law to unload the whole clip should they feel even a fraction of Raita’s power above what was recommended by their top art directors.
The man himself was kept in the center of an empty room, a straitjacket and mask keeping him from any movement. He does not draw you see, he wills a design to life on the sheets of paper you bring near him, and so sheet after sheet was filled with the images of anime soldiers of all shapes and sizes, the lovable crew of Squad Seven.
But they underestimated Raita. Just because he was chained down like a dog did not mean he couldn’t find an outlet for the horny. A rookie soldier, the first day on their job, made the mistake of wandering into daydream; specifically a daydream of anime tiddies.
A drop of water in the desert. Raita’s eyes flashed. Lo and behold Selvaria grew torpedo tits larger than her head. The rookie’s eyes were set alight, the walls began to bleed rust, the screams of pain and lust echoing through the nightmares of all who witnessed this forever.
And yet they could not kill him. “Our contract remains intact. ” He protested behind delighted eyes, as the survivors leveled their weapons on his head. “I used none of my own desires to shape Selvaria. Rather, I was only fulfilling the wishes of our dearly departed little friend.”
One day, no soldiers came into the room. Instead, one man approached Raita in the center, a piece of paper in hand.
“Good afternoon. My name is Takashi Takeuchi. I’d like to hire you for our FGO project! ”
Raita watched him with curious eyes as Takeuchi began to undo the straitjacket’s belts.
“What are you doing? ”
“Well how are you supposed to draw anything without hands? ”
Raita smiled.
It is!
Now, to delete just enough...