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A fair boy of age of 12, his name was John. He loves pleasuring himself to pictures of women, and playing video games. A wee innocent boy he was, till he played Ace of Spades. He thought it would be fun, he told himself, but he could not comtemplate the anal rape that was in the game. A wave of bullets came over his spawn, he died many times in the game, explosions wrecked the battleground, that was Goon Haven 2. A player, Y.O.B.A was oblitherating the spawn with airstrikes, players unable to respond, they attempted to flee, but to no avail, if they survived it all, they wouldn't survive being shot clean in the head by the grand legend that was Y.O.B.A. John was one of the many victims of sadly being on the opposing team when Y.O.B.A struck. He cried to himself as time ticked by, the beeping of his death timer ticking continuously, over and over... Till he broke down. He left the game, in such distraught he placed his hands in his crotch, finding a website that will bring him in much fantasy. He tried, but could not get rid of the evil beast that plagued his mind, Y.O.B.A as he continued to visualize himself pushing himself deeper into the lotus, the heavenly meat of a women. His female friend called by phone, asking what work is to be done for their school group project, in gasps of ecstasy and stupor, the boy told her to come to his house. With a curious mindset, the girl agreed. The trek was made to the home of the boy. At his doorstep, the girl pressed the bell, as she clicked, the door slowly opened, as if warmly welcoming her but only disturbed her. The boys abode was dark, the air was dry, the walls were smelling of new paint. She called the boys name, but was only met with an echo of her own voice. As creeped out as she is now, the need for the group project papers were hard set in her mind, she ventured within the belly of the beast.
Nothing was to be seen about, the girl was thinking where were his parents, but the thought quickly went back in the recesses of her mind, as a sight of sanguine appalled her. Tricking blood running down the stairs to the boys room, she became even less sane from the sight. She wanted to call the cops, but a sliver of hope that the boy was playing a prank on her was still there, still dangling above her nose. Continued hushed steps made their way up. The trail of blood led to room, the boys room. The hairs at the back of the girls neck stood up, she steeled her nerves and thoughts, hoping, hoping it was all but a sadistic prank. Her eyes met a blank space, covered in posters of people with guns blazing, a dim lit computer in the corner, a boy in front of it playing. She called the name of John again. No answer. She flipped the switch on the lights, switching it on. "Jokes over John, now where is my damn paper!" And she was met with a horrid sight, face first in front of two piles of meat, and a bloody room. Her eyes tried to shut them out, but her blood phobia wasn't helping in any way, with blood soaking the carpet on her feet, slightly transparent fluid, tinged with blood all over the place.
With grotesque sights indescribable, her mind was cracking, her heart was slowing to a stop. As she collapsed to the floor, the head of the boy she had known as John, turned, to face her. His eyes were pink, his face was covered in blood, he was just clicking nonstop, but it didn't help to stop the beeps that came along every 10 seconds, which after a small window of time, reverberates again. The girl could lessen the torture by closing her eyes, but the nightmarish beeping persisted. As she lost her mind and life, an inhumane voice blasted, which broke through the deafness in her head. Louder than all the beeping, as if omnipotent. "F*CKIN' Y.O.B.A! STOP KILLING ME, I'VE GOT DAMN AIMBOT BUT I STILL CAN'T KILL YOU... WHY... WHY!?"
Then there was silence.
Tl;dr, Y.O.B.A 2 stronkie, John gets raped, meat in his room.