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Beans
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Anon’s Lewd Sleepover (complete)
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Bronon
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Anon helps a bro out (barely started)
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BurnoutAnon
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BurnoutAnon goes to a sleepover (complete)
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Burnoutanon at school - Monday (incomplete)
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Celestia_Anon
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Sleepover at Celestia’s (Complete)
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DeathGrippedAnon
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Anon’s Lewd Sleepover (complete)
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Anon’s Lewd Everfree Camping Adventure (Hiatus)
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FuckFaceMcGee
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Stand by Me (complete)
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Insanebow_Dash
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Anon’s First Sleepover (incomplete)
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JungleBuffAnon
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Anon and Dash’s Slumber Party Issues
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Octive_Green
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Chrysalis Lewd Sleepover (incomplete)
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FiftyshadesofYellow
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One Guy, Seven Girls, & a Crazy Sleepover
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Sappywritefag
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CMC Sweet and Lewd Sleepover
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Pentapony
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The Girl Next Door
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Ponkaplatinum
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Carnal Slumbers
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Pgw
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(not) Gay Anon (in progress)
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Anonymous
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Childhood Friends and Pinkie Promises (complete)
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Old Threads
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In the Green Room
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>You are about to enter a world different from our own
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>A world inbetween
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>A world where the inhabitants only wait to be summoned forth to a strange and deranged place of autism and perversion
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>The world you are about to enter is simply called
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>The Green Room
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>You are DeathGrippedAnon or DG for short
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>You wander the halls of the complex you live in with a skip in your step
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>In your hands is a latte and a freshly acquired stack of top shelf horror movies
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>You're hoping you can get control of the tv in the room you share with your roommates
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>As you approach the room you can feel the heavy beat of bass
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>But not the usual thump of Ska, Punk, or Metal that you expect from BurnoutAnon
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>Who always bogarts the speakers because he hates your music
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>This sounds vaguely like hip hop
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>Cautiously you open the door
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>The music blares
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>And you immediately have no idea what's going
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>You see Burnout sitting on a stool, cigarette between his lips glaring angrily ahead
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>Next to him is JungleBuff happily smiling as he, of all things, tattoos Burnout in what can only be described as Prison Ink
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>Across his knuckles is written PONK LYFE
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>On his right are is Do It For The Trix
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>In the mirror you can see another on his left is another that reads Fate's A Bitch, And Her Name Is Rainbow Dash
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>BA:The fuck you looking at DG
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>DG:I have no idea! WTF Guys?!
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>JB:I'm giving BA prison tats
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>DG:WHY!?
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>BA:Nigga I've been on the inside too long, I need to let all the Anon's on the outside know what I did to get here
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>DG:What Anons on the outside!? We're the only ones who live here, wait is that a teardrop, you never killed anyone!
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>BA:Ain't for killing, it's for completing my first route nigga
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>JB:If you want I can give you a tramp stamp next
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>You sigh, as time goes on it only gets weirder here
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>In The Green Room
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**********
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>You are DeathGrippedAnon, DG for short.
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>You were in a bowling room, another area of the Green Room(more like giant CIA prison).
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>Next to you sat Burnout, a smoker and avid anime lover. Behind you sat Jungle.
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>Right now you were all staring at the purple dressed FuckFace McGee licking his bowling ball before throwing it, achieving a perfect strike.
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>You gave an impressed face, Burnout looking not so impressed, and Jungle seemed generally confused.
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>FuckFace turned to you three and kissed the air like the smug prick he tried to be.
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"Fucking McGee" You say shaking your head "That creep can roll man".
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>"Yea but he's a pervert dude." Burnout adds.
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"Yea..."
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>"No, he's a sex offender with a record, he did six months in chino for exposing himself to an eight year old" Burnout clarified. "When he moved here he had to go door to door and explain he was a pederast."
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>"What's a pederast?" Jungled asked.
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>"Shut the fuck up, Jungle" Burnout replied."So, how much did she give you?" He asked you now.
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"20 grand man and of course I get to keep my waifu and uhh I got a beeper in case she calls."
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>"What if it's during a game?"
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"Oh I told her if it was during league time play.." you shake your head
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>"What's during league play?" Jungle asks.
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>You both ignore Jungle.
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>"Life does not stop and start at your convenience you miserable piece of shit"
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"I uhh I, I figure..."
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>"What's wrong with Burnout, dude?" Jungle asks, again ignored by you and Burnout.
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"I figure its easy money, you know its all pretty harmless, you know he probably kidnapped himself"
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>"Huh?" Burnout is confused.
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>"What do you mean dude?" Jungle adds.
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"Timber did not do this. Look at it! A young cuck is enraged by a waifu stealer and decides to cook up some kidnapping story to win her back."
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>"That fucking cuck" Burnout interjects.
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"It's all goddamn fake, man! It's like Lenin said "You look for the person who will benefit" and uhh, uhh you know"
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>"I am the walrus?" Jungle says behind you.
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"You know what I'm trying to say"
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>You look at Burnout.
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>"I am the walrus" Jungle says sure of himself.
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>"That fucking cuck!" Burnout seemed upset.
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"Yea"
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>"I am the walrus" Jungle adds once again.
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>"SHUT THE FUCK UP JUNGLE, VI LENIN, VLADIMIR ULYANOV!" Burnout shouts at Jungle, enraged at his stupidity.
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>"What the fuck is he talking about?" Jungle is still confused.
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>"Exactly what happened, that makes me fucking sick-"
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"Well what do you care Burnout."
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>"Those rich fucks, this whole fucking thing, I did not watch my budDIES DIE FACE DOWN IN THE MUCK SO THAT THIS FUCKING KEK-"
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"There's no connection to Vietnam man."
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>"Well there is a literal connection-" Burnout replies.
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"Burnout, face it there isn't any connection, your roll"
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>You retort.
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>"Have it your way but my point is-"
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"You roll"
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>You interrupt.
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>"My point is-"
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"Your roll"
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>You interrupt again. Suddenly another voice comes in.
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>"Are you ready to be fucked man" FuckFace rolls in with a fake spanish accent.
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>You three turn to him.
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>"I see you roll your way into the semis and dios mio man! Insanebow and me, were gonna fuck you up!" He tells you smiling.
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"Yea well, that's just like uhh your opinion man."
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>"Let me tell you something pendejo." He says pointing a finger at you.
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>"You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash your piece out on the lane, I'll take it away from you and stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger till it goes click"
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>You all look at him unimpressed.
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"Jesus"
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>"You said it man" FuckFace points another finger at you. "Nobody fucks with da FuckFace!"
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>With that he leaves.
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**********
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>You are BurnoutAnon
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>It's good to finally get away from those idiots
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>You lean back in your recliner and chow down on some chicken nugger
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>Damn good nugger
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>The peasant waitress took too long to bring them to you, so you're gonna complain to whoever runs this place
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>Who the fuck runs this place?
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>Why the fuck do you live here?
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>Meh, free food
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>And as long as you ain't paying bills
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>These nuggers were parching your throat, though
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>ISSUE DETECTED
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>Time for a nice ol' beverage
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>"Waitress! I'm fuckin' thirsty!"
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>The fucker walks in with a menu with drinks on it
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>Her nametag says 'Hi! My Name Is BUTT STALLION'
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>That's fuckin' dumb
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"What would you like sir...?"
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>Wha-?
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>Like you knew what was on the menu, god what a total bitch
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>"I don't know either hand me the fuckin' menu or read me off the names of the drinks"
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>Terrible customer service
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>Can't wait to get on Gawker and destroy this places reputation
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>Wait, you live here
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>"Well sir we have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. pepper-"
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>The fuck she said?
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>"Spiders?"
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"Spiders it is then"
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>"No that wasn't-
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>THE FUCKER WAS ALREADY POURING YOU A BRIMMING GLASS OF SPIDERS
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>FUCK
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>FUCK
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>FUCK
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>You run out the door and throw up some nugger
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>That shit's gross, spiders?
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>You see JungleBuff and Deathgripped outside playing jacks in the middle of the road
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>Fucking idiots
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>Deathgripped doesn't warn JungleBuff about the oncoming street sweeper
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>He's swept into the void
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>Fucking nice call, DeathGripped
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>That guy had an IQ of like, 20
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