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09-23-2012, 08:37 PM #91
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09-23-2012, 08:47 PM #92
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09-23-2012, 08:56 PM #97
If this is a legit story, you make me sick OP. You bring shame to all men across the world and your beta genes do not deserve to be passed down to any more poor souls.
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"There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why... I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?"
- Robert Kennedy
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09-23-2012, 08:57 PM #98
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09-23-2012, 08:59 PM #100
Hahaha wow, this topic reminds me of my sexual development and that funny period between adolescence and adulthood... I was a bit disappointed in Spore. Not for the very good reasons that a lot of the gaming community was disappointed, but for very real, personal reasons.
When I first saw the demos, the videos on YouTube, I was extremely excited. You see, Spore would seem at the time to fulfill an ongoing fantasy of mine: to make a walking army of subservient, blubbering vaginas.
I was one of the smartest kids in high school. It was a small town, but I thought I was going to be something special. I wanted to change the world. I thought I might be a biochemical engineer or geneticist. I'd work on the cure for genetic diseases. I might even help solve the world's food problems. Hell, I didn't know.
I never did well with the ladies. Not that I was all that unattractive - I was just very shy when it came to casual interaction. Besides, I was too busy with my side hobbies to have time for a girlfriend.
But teenage hormones being what they are, I still had sexual fantasies. And mine turned from elaborate female cock worshiping to quick release. Convenience. Like having a girl tied up somewhere that I'd just **** when I needed to get off. Or maybe a neighbor whose husband couldn't get it up any more.
But girls need to eat. Women talk to their husbands. Either situation was messy. I began having dreams of living in a house surrounded by disembodied vaginas. I'd just pick one up and **** it. It'd go about running into the walls, dripping all over the carpet. I'd go about my business. Next day, new vagina.
But then the nightmares started. I dreamed of my vaginal companions getting sick. Puking all over the floor. Mucus dripping everywhere. Pubic lice infesting their tufts of hair. Blood shooting out of them 12 times a year.
No, this wouldn't do at all.
So, when Spore came out, I wanted to create a virtual army of vaginas. I tried for days to create the perfect virtual embodiment of my fantasy. Disappointed was an understatement. A piece of me died the day I played Spore. I had so much invested in this fantasy. In reality, I had a **** job. I hadn't amounted to much. But I still had my goddamned fantasy. And Spore ruined it.
I bought a Fleshlight. Stewed in depression for years. Masturbating to the nastiest girls I could find online. And every time I'd clean my manjuice out of that rubber monstrosity, I realized dreams are pointless. You try. You might even succeed. But, in the end, you're probably just going to be left with a handful of your own gooey mess and a feeling that you never accomplished anything.1 angry c*nt
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09-24-2012, 08:46 AM #101
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