Victim: Kill yourself.

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When you regain the ability to stand, you hobble out into the now deserted parking lot, and try to wander your way home. Suddenly it strikes you, you can't go home; not beaten, half naked, and covered in old dry cum. Your mind rushes over anywhere you can go; your freind Krista's, a hospital, a teacher's place, but shame robs you of a safe haven. You cry weakly, hopeless and alone. You hear the deep rumble of a schoolbus driving back to the parking lot. It barrels along at a significant pace, a bright yellow mass of steel. With no where else to turn, no hope, and no dignity you hobble to the curbs edge and at the right moment hurl yourself infront of the bus. You don't even feel it when the vehicle slams into your body, or when you bounce off the pavement, or when the bus drivers screams. You don't feel anything. <br>
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When you regain the ability to stand, you hobble out into the now-deserted parking lot, and try to wander your way home. Suddenly it strikes you: you can't go home; not beaten, half naked, and covered in old dry cum. Your mind rushes over where you could go: your friend Krista's, a hospital, a teacher's place, but shame robs you of a safe haven. You cry weakly, hopeless and alone. You hear the deep rumble of a schoolbus driving back to the parking lot. It barrels along at a significant pace, a bright yellow mass of steel. With nowhere else to turn, no hope, and no dignity, you hobble to the curb's edge and at the right moment, hurl yourself in front of the bus. You don't even feel it when the vehicle slams into your body, or when you bounce off the pavement, or when the bus driver screams. You don't feel anything.
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'''The End; thanks for playing!'''
'''The End; thanks for playing!'''
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{{VictimStat|Equipment=Nothing|Gender=Female|Age=14}}
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[[Category:Victim|Kill yourself.]]

Current revision as of 12:11, 9 April 2009

When you regain the ability to stand, you hobble out into the now-deserted parking lot, and try to wander your way home. Suddenly it strikes you: you can't go home; not beaten, half naked, and covered in old dry cum. Your mind rushes over where you could go: your friend Krista's, a hospital, a teacher's place, but shame robs you of a safe haven. You cry weakly, hopeless and alone. You hear the deep rumble of a schoolbus driving back to the parking lot. It barrels along at a significant pace, a bright yellow mass of steel. With nowhere else to turn, no hope, and no dignity, you hobble to the curb's edge and at the right moment, hurl yourself in front of the bus. You don't even feel it when the vehicle slams into your body, or when you bounce off the pavement, or when the bus driver screams. You don't feel anything.


The End; thanks for playing!

Status
Gender Female <- Equipment ->
Age 14 Nothing
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