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[Nittany Tiger]

That was a fun happy story.

Tell another one.

[Commissar MercZ]

Yes. Do.

[S.T.A.L.K.E.R.]

This one time, at band camp...

[NiRv4n4]

There was this guy, and Stalker raped him with a pineapple

[Aeroflot]

Hitler?

[NiRv4n4]

Either him or Stalin... One of those grumpy dictators, that is for sure.

[Commissar MercZ]

Maybe he was just talking about a time he fell in the creek? Must this forum always be so pessimistic?

I would know. I was watching from the bushes.

[NiRv4n4]

You watched one man rape another????!?!?!

[Lordofthemarines]

Has S.T.A.L.K.E.R gotten the stain from the floor yet??

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Originally Posted by Nemmerle

I saw a naked girl, she had shoulder length raven hair; dragging herself through the snow leaving a trail of blood and gore from her mangled legs and whimpering. Stalker, (who in my imagination was a sort of Clint Eastwood looking guy in army fatigues,) walked over slowly and placed the barrel of his gun to the side of her head, she goes quiet doing the BSOD panic thing and he pulls the trigger. Enter a sort of a gurgling scream from her ruined jaw, stage centre; convulsive trembling like a fit. He turns her over with his foot, a sort of exasperated expression on his face, places the barrel between her eyes and blows the back of her head into the snow in a pretty explosion of near black blood.

Oh and there were mental images relating to Stalker's post as well.

Thank you quite kindly for ruining my trail mix.