POOPIE BABBEHS DON'T EVEN TRY TO BE GOOD LOOKING FOR MUMMAH, LYNCH THEM LIKE NIGGERS
Aristocracy by DarkDefender.
>Walk through park everyday.
>Owner of park lets pet fluffies run free.
>No other fluffies allowed.
>Completely spoiled smarty little fucktards.
>Wouldn't know spaghetti from intestines.
>"GO AWAY DUMMEH HOOMIN! GIT SOWWY POOPIES!" just for walking by.
>Nothing anyone can do with having charges pressed against them.
>Always steal people's stuff.
>Have taken away peoples food because it was the same color as them.
>Red one takes strawberries and cherries, blue takes blueberries, etc.
>Will poop on anything brown.
>If you sneak your fluffy into the park, expect it to get abused like no tomorrow.
>One day, park owner dies.
>Fluffies still outside when it happens.
>They don't listen to people trying to tell them the news.
>"DUMMEH HOOMIN! DADDEH MAKES MOWE MONEY A DAY THAN YUO MAKE A YEAWW!"
>Come up with idea to get revenge on the little shitrats.
>Dress up as butler.
>"Hello, fluffies. Your father has asked me to bring you home."
>Don't even address them by their names.
>Dumb shitrats believe you.
>"Otay Butwew! Hewwman come wif yoo!"
>Find out their names are Herman, Baxter, Percival, Fletcher, Ephraim, and Eleonora.
>Get them into shitty cages.
>Can't even tell they aren't their own cages.
>Pass their estate.
>"Wheww goin, Mistah Butwew?"
You guys want more?
No thanks, go make your own thread for yukkuri and jousseiki
that's a pastebin link to all the Nova Diablo up to here
>it's been three weeks
>a fucking exciting three weeks
>when the datapoint came up that a mare had given birth, whose progeny we were clearly able to track to a rape by a smarty persuant to insertion...
>well, you all found out the team lead has spare champagne in store
>but it's far from over
>hell is in a state though
>fluffies haven't been eating, but they've still managed to find a way to shit
>you're live now, which means you can see what the fluffies are doing with barely even a five second delay
>with the exception of the lava fluffies, all cameras are accounted for, with live subjects attached to each
>the team's been mapping out the explored network of tunnels
>you got twenty dollars to the better when the office betting pool holding that the diagram of cave systems was going to spell out "Sig Heil" or some shit was proven wrong
>it takes a couple extra maps to chart the whole thing though, since the caves shift and change, apparently to suit hell's needs
>you all still figure it out with a bit of mental legwork
>fuck you hell, you can't confuse us
>a few connecting systems become central hubs for the fluffies
>they are seas of shit
>the fluffies wade through shit to get anywhere, whining about "nu smew pwetty!"
>shit is also becoming a prime source of food for fluffies, and the sounds of gagging can be heard prominently in any of the hubs
>there are a few punishment hotspots too, for location dependent suffering and while fluffies seem to usually match the punishment, the dumb things often wander into undeserved agony all the same
>you've found the runoff of a water table that's formed an underground lake
>countless fluffies are now gargling helplessly at the bottom, permanently in the panic of oxygen starvation
>hell's iron rule is iron
>but there are boundaries yet to push
>the job consumes your life for a while
>you check the fluffy reproduction rates, the shit levels
>you report back on new findings
>for example, it seems that anywhere outside the hubs and hotspots, fluffies are prone to simply standing together in the pitch blackness and...doing nothing
>just standing still and breathing, eyes wide and bodies shivering with cold and fear
>and sometimes they whisper things
>they ask if anyone's still there
>they ask strange things
>they ask if they are feeling pain
>they ask if they can love
>you don't like watching their feeds very much
>the other fluffies are annoying, the ones who aren't really being punished specifically
>the complain about smelling like shit
>they complain about eating shit
>they scream over their hunger pangs when the recycled shit starts losing nutritional content
>they cry about their bleeding hooves, destroyed from the rocky caves
>they yell about how cold they are
>well, the ones with the privilege of not being hot do anyway
>you've managed to keep watch of the lava fluffies by way of a foal who won't leave his burning mother's side
>"Mummah..." he whines each day from his spot above the stream "pweas nu haf bewnie huwties nu mowe..babbeh saddies fowe mummah huuuuuuu.."
>fortunately, you haven't had those hurties since Trump won the election eight years ago
>things start slowing down eventually
>there are more and more fluffies born in the blackness of hell, but you're just waiting now
>other projects roll in, Nova Diablo falls to a check-in-once-a-day type of job for now
somebody please post the rest, I got this as OC, and have heard there's more, but don't have it
>"Uh..I guess the first thing I'd say after five years on the NOVA DIABLO op is uh..I was really surprised there were no devils," you admit to the camera
>"Like uh..you always think of hell as being this big fiery place where people get tortured by like..red guys with hooves, but I guess the only red guys with hooves are uh..are the ones we put there heheh.."
>so you're not good in front of cameras, fucking sue you
>"And um..no, like, Satan either. We didn't see him. Got the sense he's probably more of an abstract kinda thing..um..not that I'd know really - should I even be speculating on that?"
>when the reporters finally let you out of their own special hell, you sit down and boot up your station with a sigh and a gulp of coffee
>NOVA leaked, big time
>not the existence of hell, that couldn't be contained, just the fluffy deal
>government took it in stride though, happily admitting the plan, and people seem to be warm to the idea
>a few evangelicals whining about fags and whatever but so far nothing too bad
>your first check is always on that little foal crying about his tortured mother
>like clockwork there he is, five years later
>doesn't really talk much now
>the mass of fluffies around him does
>"NU TOUCH FWUFFY! WHO TOUCH!?"
>"NEE MOWE WOOM! NU CAN BWEAVE!!"
>"HUUHUU...Pweas nu mowe babbehs speshuw fwen..."
>the mass is a fascinating thing
>the fluffies are stacked up to the ceiling after 5 years of deathless, uncontrolled breeding
>you don't even know how they're reproducing at this point, besides the mares stuck with stallions pressed into their rumps
>but the fluffy bricks of the fluffy asylum stack high, and shit is their mortar
>it oozes down between them, forming a lake for the fluffies at the bottom of the heap
>a small waterfall of it flows over the foal, off his landing and into the lake of lava
>as you watch, a fluffy is dislodged from the heap and sent falling into the lava as well
>the foal will likely join it in a few days
>the day is proceeding as normal, with the team leader doing his usual rounds to check on progress
>you really cannot fathom how many fluffies there are at this point
>the new ones don't have cameras, and most cameras are buried in shit and technicolor screaming
>one of the camera'd fluffies at the top of the heap has a view down a fairly long, straight tunnel
>it's just fluffies the whole way down
>hell is supposedly infinite, but holy fuckamoly the fluffy womb is doing its darndest to fill it up
>new office betting pool says it can be filled
>only everyone's betting against because that way it's a win-win
>that's why it's such a brown pants moment when the team leader's phone goes off
>not a lot of people know that number
>the office goes deadly quiet as he answers
>"Brant Firth...Yes? Yes. Yes, I believe we have...what?" suddenly his fly open
>"Get the gate on the projector. Now." the command goes out to the room
>the office explodes into action
>"Sir that's a protected cam we need the password"
>"I'll get you the password sit tight," Brant barks before going back to the phone, "yes? You're sure? Holy..okay yes I understand."
>"Alright, cam password is coming in now..." he says as the projector screen at the front of the room starts lowering
>"Foxtrot, Romeo, Oscar, November, Tango, Golf, Uniform, Romeo, Delta"
>the password is punched in and the projector spits out the cam feed
>military personnel are gathered a respectful distance from the entry crawlspace to the underworld, clicking their cameras away
>"Holy shit," someone gasps
>"Above the hole.."
>you finally see it and your heart lurches
>the inscription above the gateway to the kindom of the damned..
not what I'm getting
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>"How to reflect on an accomplishment so great?" the president begins
>no, not Trump, that was years ago, new president
>you're watching from your garage
>you've got the TV set up there and you're running the car you're sitting on
>"I suppose a note should instead be made on the greatness of the human spirit."
>"In a world of insurmountable odds, the capacity of the human species to carve out success, bit by bloody bit, is a treasure both great and terrible."
>"To survive in new climates, to discover new concepts, to rise, and spread, and thrive and discover, is a test man has pushed himself to pass time and time again."
>"We know no limitations, we know no boundaries, we know nothing of the word 'enough'."
>"We have not bowed to the thunderous call to heel of the universe around us; not the coldest winters, nor the highest mountains, nor the empty vastness of space itself."
>"I can think of nothing more distinctly human than to laugh, rich with the insanity of man, at the impossible."
>"Seven years ago, our resolve was tested once again with the emergence of a challenge we thought we could not possibly hope to overcome."
>"Hell itself, the ultimate judgement, a fact so ironclad it is woven into the fabric of reality itself."
>"But we were not put into this world to be beaten. We are the children of a greater cause and we. Are not. Conquered."
>"So before we say goodbye, let us reflect. Let us have our moment, to bask in the triumph of all the things that make us great."
>"For though we mourne those who are already beyond help, we celebrate the future, not for America, but for all the peoples of the world, for all time after this day."
>"People of the world: today, man has won."
>the world is all about rules
>what you can and can't do
>you can't fly, for example
>unless you're in an airplane
>you can't go out murdering
>unless you break the law obviously
>you can't drink orange juice after brushing your teeth
>unless you're a barbarian
>you can't fundamentally break hell by filling its limitless bounds to capacity with the inescapable inevitability of the hyperactive fluffy womb
>unless that's exactly what you do
>like the president said, rules are there for the breaking
>wherever you find a law, you'll find a human fucking with it
>and you hope the shitrats don't get too miserable wallowing for all eternity in agony and filth
>but that's what fluffies do
>fluffies ALWAYS lose
>and humans...well, like Mr. president said
>so that's that, your garage is getting hazy and you're feeling nice and tired
>it's a pleasant way to go
>on the TV, the president is giving his best award winning smile as a secret service agent walks up and shoots him in the face
>the audience cheers him on before heading over to whatever koolaid booths are set up
>normally slipping away like this intentionally is a terrible sin
>straight to hell
>but you've heard there are no vacancies
>so three minutes later you can already see the bright light
>and it's as warm and lovely as you were promised
So thanks for joining me on this journey guys
gonna be honest, I'm pretty fucking loopy from the sleep deprivation
it's about 5 here
hopefully the end didn't come out as retarded as I feel but hey, I can always fix it
anyway, hope you liked, I'm gonna stick around some more and get drunk until I fall asleep
Haw, that was great. Is this partly inspired by teh Palahniuk short story Obsolete?
IT WAS!! I'm so happy people are picking this stuff up. I fucking adored Haunted
the punishments for fluffies were based loosely around Dante's inferno from the divine comedies, including the inscription above hell's entry. Our protagonists even names the lake of ice in which betrayers were buried (rock, in this case but whatever)
A lot of the setting was hugely inspired by As Above So Below, which I'm pretty sure I'm the only person on earth who liked - particularly the vision of hell being a claustrophobic cave system, and the entryway being an unspectacular hole in the ground that you had to crawl through
Admin_, I just created my account a few hours ago to upload the moonman pictures, actually. Going to post it in a minute, I just have to copy it all from threads into a mega text file and figure out what to tag it with.
While this doesn't explain it 100%, it gives a general idea.
tl;dr It's a release.
if it makes you feel better, none of us can really agree on anything that makes sense either
that's a pretty lackluster explanation though
it's a flawed justification
fluffy abuse is fluffy abuse because it boldfacedly refuses to justify itself
A moment for Carnivorous Duck. Who has posted his last ever post yesterday. Post 666.
it's 6 in Ontario
I haven't slept
but I'm nice and drunk so that's something
wish i was. ran out of vodka and i get off work too late to buy any. might look around for requests to post on the booru later
fuck dog, wherever you live can't be as bad as the liquor control board's bullshit
but my drunkenness goes out to you
a lot of people don't know that the southern parts of Canada that people inhabit to get as far away from the bulk of Canada as possible actually can get as hot (and sometimes hotter) than many Murrican cities during the warm times.
Despite that, this year has been an odd one. We've had this constant cold spell that just will not fuck off. It was fucking hailing 3 days ago.
cant buy past 2am. i got off work at 2:30. damn shame. gonna work on some doodles in the meantime
thats shit. gonna continue to lurk if there's not much happenin
fluffy kibble, plants, meat. basically omnivores. instances of cannibalism happen. and the holy grail of their diet is spaghetti
i'd tolerate people chimping out if it meant I could get booze whenever
thanks anon. people seem to enjoy the thousand yard stare my foals have lol
Even if you have to stand an extra 30 minutes in line because of dipshits that want to save 5% by not just going to a bar or a liquor store?
Its not like alcohol is really that expensive around here, anyways.
In America you fucks pay some fifteen to twenty bucks for just a handle.
60oz of liquor, 1.75L
or whatever, not all of you get it so cheap
but I bet you not many of you pay nearly $60 for that much 40% booze
the world of alcohol sucks in canuckistan capital
there is a moonman doom mod, check it out. You can play as hitler or moonman
Nah, I'm from europe. Rivers of cheap booze here. Well, middle-europe. Norway, Sweden and the UK are similar weird.
But I don't get it. Booze is so simple to make.
But then again, Alcohol is not my favorite. Its just plenty and socially accepted.
Bot those prohibition laws seems to impact society. There are very rarely dunk fluffies.
>There are very rarely dunk fluffies.
im going to draw one a post it later cause of this. maybe a few found a keg from a party.
Good luck! Also, there is lots of potential. There is very little "prior art" and you never really know what alcohol does to those engineered bio-toy-brains.
just getting a bit dizzy and horny as in "a wild smarty pt4" is selling it short.
Red Baron gets drunk in this page
There is also this one.
beautiful. i think im gonna pass out for some sleep. thread is crawlin~ i'll be around this weekend for requests though. so look out for that
I remember my buddies cat got something fixed at the vet and they had to sedate him. It was pretty funny seeing him later that day, partially shaved and wobbling around like he was drunk off his ass. The anesthetic stayed in his system awhile
A horse-vet once told be that animal brains are quite different, and they never really figured the whole sedating part out. They just cram them full of Ketamine until they stop moving. Dosage is "rule of thump" method, as you can rarely weigh a horse when you're out in the fields cutting of balls.
>still has some legs
cartoons aren't enough torture? Besides everyone fucking knows all trumper's are fucking brain dead already.
Makes sense, fluffies and hobos all hang out in filthy alleys
>You're practically siding with ISIS then.
>everyone fucking knows all trumper's are fucking brain dead already.
>all trumper's are fucking brain dead already
>brain dead already.
Oh no, the pretty wittle pictures show drawings getting hurt. Aww.
post rare fluff stuff please
if your not going to post a picture i wont even link your sub-par posts