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The money. Hell no. Where had i left it?

  • The money. Hell no. Where had i left it? Searching, looking, not finding. Under the mattress? No. Then i heard a car pull up outside. A door flung open with breakneck speed. It was
  • the last person in the world that you wanna fuck with. I grabbed my wallet, keys, glock, and hit the backdoor at a full sprint. Still, I heard him on my tail not 20 yards back. I
  • heard his voice scream, "I said TAG YOUR IT!" These kid's has just got serious. First it was ring-around-the-rosie and then Red rover, but the bodies were piling up. I pulled my
  • HIV-infected needle from the secret compartment in my shoe, and stabbed it into the unsuspecting faces of my victims. Sometimes I hit the cheek, other times I hit the eye.
  • But it turned out that the needle was just filled with cherry nectar drink. "Those Swedes tricked me again!" I yelled with rage. I infiltrated the palace of King Carl XVI Gustov
  • while still suffering from the injection of the sugary concoction that while harmless if ingested, caused absolute havoc in the bloodstream. I knew my death was fast approaching.
  • So I started running in the opposite direction as fast as I could, but my fast approaching death kept up with me, when I got to the crosswalk
  • , nearly tripping over my feet. The strange bumpy tank-like creatures had no trouble navigating the uneven road surface. "EXTERMINATE," they screamed. My only chance was to dive
  • -rsify my life portfolio. I bought some stocks in astral projections in Mars so I could survive beyond my extermination. As I was crushed, I awoke at a Martian dinner table with
  • Edgar Rice Burroughs,Ray Bradbury,&H.G.Wells.Ray offered a green liquor & Edgar extolled the charms of Martian women.Turns out a Mars story is worth an afterlife on the Red planet.
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2011-04-23 23:10:05
Finished
2011-10-30 11:56:57

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    SlimWhitman Nov 22 2011 @ 03:10

    ... so in a way this folding story was his ticket to Mars.

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