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Go out into the hall

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 09:27:09 GMT

Darkhorse:

You enter a disgusting hall full of old forgotten toys and pieces of junk that are piled along the sides.

There's [[a door]] at one end of the hall and a [[living room]] at the other end.

Pull out and look for an exit

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:56:31 GMT

Darkhorse:

You pull out of Kitten who asks you pleadingly to stay, but you don't want to chance Dr. Harm sneaking up on you and doing anything nasty to you. So you
 

[[Sneak out of the hospital naked]] 
[[Search another room ]]

Pull out and look for an exit

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:56:10 GMT

Darkhorse:

You pull out of Kitten who asks you pleadingly to stay, but you don't want to chance Dr. Harm sneaking up on you and doing anything nasty to you. So you

[[Sneak out of the hospital naked]]
[[Search another room ]]

Want to go hang out in bars for a while

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:38:18 GMT

Darkhorse:

You havn't touched booze since you were a student, but now seems like a good time to revist the old pub where you and your college chums used to go to get smashed. The bar is such cheap and small establishment it doesn't even have a name on the sign out front, just a beer mug made out of neon that crackles when it's lit up. Its still relativly early in the day so the sign is off.

Inside, the place is dimly lit even though the sun is high in the sky. There's a few couples sitting at tables and murmuring to each other. You grab a bottle of beer at the bar. You notice a confused moth circling around a candle inexplicably set on the bar top. Then you notice a woman with auburn hair passed out by herself at a table with a half empty beer bottle in front of her. You wonder if she's spent the night there.

Do you:

[[Try to catch the moth]]
[[ Sit down next to the auburn-haired woman]]
[[ Finish your beer and have another]]

Climb to the tip of the flagpole and see if it fits in your pussy

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:43:25 GMT

Darkhorse:

Its fun at first, but the ball on the tip gets painfully stuck in your cervix. You try to wiggle free, but it seems impossible. You struggly violently and win your freedom, but end up losing your grip on the now moist pole and fall to your death.

The coroner later describes you as street pizza.

 
The End

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Splatterd on the side walk]]''|Health=Horny & Hormonal|MP=0|Level=1}}

Climb to the tip of the flagpole and see if it fits in your pussy

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:42:13 GMT

Darkhorse:

Its fun at first, but the ball on the tip gets painfully stuck in your cervix. You try to wiggle free, but it seems impossible. You struggly violently and win your freedom, but end up losing your grip on the now moist pole and fall to your death.
 
The End

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[On A Flagpole]]''|Health=Horny & Hormonal|MP=0|Level=1}}

Climb to the tip of the flagpole and see if it fits in your pussy

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:40:26 GMT

Darkhorse:

User:Darkhorse

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:31:45 GMT

Darkhorse:

Wouldn't you like to know.

Continue your tirade

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:27:01 GMT

Darkhorse:

Undaunted by the change of environment you continue to outline your improvised sonnet for all to hear. Unfortunatly the pathos of your speech seems to strike a particularly unpleasant cord with your cellmate who sends you into a state of unconciousness from which you never return.
 
*************You have died. Your score is 2 out of 600 giving you the rank of "Retarded Lout".

Continue your tirade

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:22:58 GMT

Darkhorse:

Continue your tirade

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:22:07 GMT

Darkhorse:

Undaunted by the change of environment you continue to outline your improvised sonnet for all to hear. Unfortunatly the pathos of your speech seems to strike an unpleasant cord with your cellmate who sends you into a state of unconciousness from which you never return.
 
The End

Continue your tirade

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:20:38 GMT

Darkhorse:

Undaunted by the change of environment you continue to outline your improvised sonnet for all to hear. Unfortunatly the pathos of your speech seems to strike an unpleasant cord with your cellmate who inflicts upon you an unconciousness from which you never return.
 
The End

Sooth the injuries of your batterd spouse with soft words and tender kisses

Darkhorse — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:09:17 GMT

Darkhorse:

Before she can sucessfully alert the authorities you slap her across the face with your bare hand and admonish her for attempting to involve the local constabulary in your marital affairs. As tears of pain and remorse blossom from her saucerous brown eyes you seize her by her filth laden auburn hair and violently unite your mouths in osculation. Encouraged by her muffled cries of pain you:

[[Commence tender coitous with your most cherished spouse]] 
[[Finish what you started]]

Reach for the closest blunt object

Darkhorse — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:39:17 GMT

Darkhorse:

You realize that the closest blunt object is in fact the huge dildo that you have in your hand. As your baby's momma steps closer, you come out swinging like Sammy Sosa. BAKKA! You slap her with a crushing backhand. Her head snaps up and back with the force of a #12 bear trap. The blow sends her reeling, and you use the opportunity to draw back your hand and cold cock the bitch with another blow to the face. CRACK! goes her jaw as the floppy phallus slams into bone. The slut is now bleeding from the nose and mouth, and can barely speak, but she pulls out a cell phone and appears to be dialing 911.

[[Aim for the phone with your synthetic phallus]] 
[[Continue beating her about the head untill she is unconcious]] 
[[Sooth the injuries of your batterd spouse with soft words and tender kisses]]

Reach for the closest blunt object

Darkhorse — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:31:58 GMT

Darkhorse:

You realize that the closest blunt object is in fact the huge dildo that you have in your hand. As your baby's momma steps closer, you come out swinging like Sammy Sosa. BAKKA! You slap her with a crushing backhand. Her head snaps up and back with the force of a #12 bear trap. The blow sends her reeling, and you use the opportunity to draw back your hand and cold cock the bitch with another blow to the face. CRACK! goes her jaw as the floppy phallus slams into bone. The slut is now bleeding from the nose and mouth, and can barely speak, but she pulls out a cell phone and appears to be dialing 911.

[[Aim for the phone with your synthetic phallus]] 
[[Continue beating her about the head untill she is unconcious]] 
[[Pull her in close for some sweet sweet batterd wife lovin']]

Reach for the closest blunt object

Darkhorse — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:27:34 GMT

Darkhorse:

You realize that the closest blunt object is in fact the huge dildo that you have in your hand. As your baby's momma steps closer, you come out swinging like Sammy Sosa. BAKKA! You slap her with a crushing backhand. Her head snaps up and back with the force of a #12 bear trap. The blow sends her reeling, and you use the opportunity to draw back your hand and cold cock the bitch with another blow to the face. CRACK! goes her jaw as the floppy phallus slams into bone. The slut is now bleeding from the nose and mouth, and can barely speak, but she pulls out a cell phone and appears to be dialing 911.

[[Aim for the phone with your synthetic phallus]]
[[Continue beating her about the head and neck]]
[[Pull her in for some sweet sweet batterd wife lovin']]

Reach for the closest blunt object

Darkhorse — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:26:47 GMT

Darkhorse:

You realize that the closest blunt object is in fact the huge dildo that you have in your hand. As your baby's momma steps closer, you come out swinging like Sammy Sosa. BAKKA! You slap her with a crushing backhand. Her head snaps up and back with the force of a #12 bear trap. The blow sends her reeling, and you use the opportunity to draw back your hand and cold cock the bitch with another blow to the face. CRACK! goes her jaw as the floppy phallus slams into bone. The slut is now bleeding from the nose and mouth, and can barely speak, but she pulls out a cell phone and appears to be dialing 911.

[[Aim for the phone with your synthetic phallus]]
[[Continue beating her about the head and neck]]
[[Pull her in for some sweet sweet abusive lovin']]

Reach for the closest blunt object

Darkhorse — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:23:58 GMT

Darkhorse: