True stories written by Mehrunes; Updated March 27

[Mehrunes]

Shit just got overhauled, thus is now the index page for all the stories that I post. Secksysecksy Reuben.

Off Topic admin got me to create a thread that details all stories.

25 March : My Yandere Girlfriend [Page 1]

26 March : Everday that is now in Goon Haven, 1 n 2 [Page 1]

27 March : The boy who tunneled and lived. [Page 1]

[demo123]

You should publish a book which has all your stories.

+99999999999999999999999999999999999999999
(Sry i overreacted a bit.)

[Mehrunes]

Bump for update.

[Space101]

Why are you making me read these?

[Defaulter]

o.o

OP needs an exorcism.

[Pulchritude]

That's hot.

I'll tell Reuben about your undying love for him.

[PapaKhan]

And then thyne great SMG prophet by the name of Khan went on to tell others of the magics of SMGs. Eventually, he became remembered as SMGesus (pronounced es-em-jesus).

[Mehrunes]

My Super Yandere Girlfriend part 3

The long awaited part 3 from the lackluster part two because I forced a drunk Mexican to ghost write it. please don't ban me

"Oh no, what have I done?" Within that window of madness, I have killed a boy so close to me. "Kaede-kun.. Why did you do this?" He had to open the door, and see all that. I didn't want him to give me such a face, it was the last thing I would think he would ever had done. I should have covered that piece of sh*t, why didn't I do it? Did I trust him too much? Chillst crept up my spine, my hands becoming covered in red substance. I was thinking so much that I was waddling in Kaede-kun's blood. Fingers were straddling around brain matter. The feeling of disgust ran over me. I blame my parents for all this. All this had happened because of these two people... They were so happy, I was so happy.. Why were they
Iike this?

Father was in debt, gambling his money, family heirlooms away on the tables. When he won any money, he would spend it on women, Mother never noticed, but I saw him pressing himself against the body of another woman. Mum was so mad for all the lost money, she should have stopped him, killed him? But instead she placed all her hopes on me, not gently but as if throwing a rock with the weight of a mountain, directly on my shoulders. Father did too, and all this made me so weak. As they saw that I was becoming even weaker, they sent me to kendo classes. I was already so exhausted, teachers were reprimanding me. My body was tired, but mind ever like the same. I knew what to do, but never put to use. My grades never suffered, but parents were always pressing me go on forward, even after crossing a finish line, they would put another infront. No rest, just pain and sorrow.

In the end, I was sick of all that, the year before I came to Booyo High, I killed them both. Within a period of time where I had some strength in me, I mauled both of them with a boken. Their bodies rotted in the store room. The stench was nulled by the weight lifted from my back of all that came. Within the day before high school, I felt so energetic and forgot all about the bodies, pushing a door to the room and forget them once and for all. But within half a year, teachers came and asked for my parents, to tell them of my achievement. Excuses came and went. They wanted to call home, I put the phone down every time I heard their voice. My agony in such thought of lack of parents were comforted by Kaede Dagon. I was so pulled apart by agony that I was crying outside of the school gates. He was the only one of genuine thought of comforting me, among all others who had false intentions in their mind. I was so happy. Till now.

Why madness. Why did you make me do this, the sound of dragging iron brought you back from the depths of my mind. You crawled out of there, to tear my husband apart. Back from my daze, I saw the corpse of him, I shut my eyes, thought about his face. And opened them again.

A different environment I was in. The comfort of my bed... But I felt warmth at the edge of my spine. I got off and turned. A familiar face. Of him. "Kaede-kun!" I called out for him. He opened his eyes, his met mine. He chuckled and smiled. All that happened before was a dream? How did I even get on this bed.... Why are there stains on the mattress? I wonder how did those get there. Thinking, amongst straggling cans around the bed.



Kaede-kun smiling close to the end

[Mehrunes]

Everyday in Goon Haven, 1 and 2.
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Everyday I'm shuffling torwards my computer, starting up the monitor and engine as if it was the daily national anthem on me' school days. Ace of Spades was my game, and Goon Haven 2 was the server I was up for. Many clicks to the game client screen, loading a flat plain that took little time to load. Then, many people from their different teams were busy shooting the heck out of each other. An enjoyable game it was. Net a couple of kills and die a couple of times. A blissful experience today, but nightmare tomorrow.

Daily routine, in mellow afternoon sunlight, shining upon the monitor screen. Another game on Goon Haven, all that was different was the new update that I knew none of. 0.75 update, a shotgun buff and some things I have forgot in my fervent excitement for the game to load. Only to have my avatars head blown to pieces. I knew none of the weapon whom that person used. Was he camping in base? A couple of kills followed on screen. A disturbing wall of deaths between Blue and Green. A moment of silence as death timers expired. The storm of submachine gun bullets outnumbered the bullets that were being put out by the rifle. The person in the base may have died by now, as no bodies were to be seen.

A switch to the shotgun. My favorite weapon, rush torwards helpless submachine gunners, equation profit. But all I got was a storm of bullets, breaking down the walls and cover and eventually, my entire body. What the hell was going on? Did I do something wrong? I was asking what happened to the rifles and shotguns, with replies being bullet showers everywhere. Were we being stomped? I don't think so, so many veteran riflemen on our team racking up kills, headshots I can only see. Were they using submachine guns too? Suddenly, an opposing SMG gunner leapt from the now ravaged building housing the intel, with the objective slung over his back. I shot with my shotgun, it was simply negated and death followed for me.

You serious? I just got killed by an SMG?

PapaKhan : Lol! NOOB.

Only humane words on chat, the person who had shot me as he escaped with the SMG. He was still racking up kills as he chided me for using the shotgun.

PapaKhan : noob, go rape the SMG, you'll rape with dat.

Heeding the advice, I swapped to the SMG. My life became complete. Kills easily ran in for easy pickings. A whole new world opened up for me. I could now do 1337 360 no scopes, survive in game without dying horribly within 5 seconds of spawning. It was simply incredible. But that experience was also available to the other gunmen who were blasting face with the SMG. It was now simply who could kill the other first, as I joined my comrades in battle. Drunken with visions of victory. I must fight for my great leader StackeeOverflowe, king of all greens. His fight is my fight, our comrades will grasp victory!

All hail gracious venerable leader StackeeOverflowe!

[Mehrunes]

March 27th
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The boy who tunneled and lived.
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Another thrust of my spade into the dirt. Perspiration being wiped from my forehead, my clothing already raggedy and torn. My spine and back ached from the crouched position I was taking as digging went on. I couldn't take the aching any longer, but breaking the top will reveal my position. Gunfire echoing down the tunnel, my allies still pulling attention torwards themselves. A poke to the surface dirt, clearing away for my head to pop up. Next thing I see, is a grenade being thrown into my feet.

Everything went into overdrive, cold sweat rolled down my neck, immediate move, right now. Ignoring the sore of my back, I clamber up onto the surface, ground blowing up beneath me as my rifle was ready to fire in my arms. A grey room with my familiar colored comrade in front of me. He was crouching up and down, as if attempting to throw his testicles to the floor. My hand flew to my face, what the hell? Was he trying to sabotage me? For god's sake, I almost died and wasted my time digging that damn tunnel. Hand from my face flew to the face of the idiot, his groggy eyes were in a seizure, while screaming "AVADA KEDAVRA!!111!" Immediate calls for a grenade rain was called by voices of unknown. As grenades poured into the room, I made a mad dash down the hole, explosions around me as they bite at the back of my head.

Someone came into existence behind me, he had joined the "Anal Rats" squadron that was made up by four people, before three having rage quitted after being raped in the tunnels that we were making by a stray blue. He pulled out his spade, I pulled out mine. I shoved my spade in, but his was in swinging motion. My mouth agape as the swinging came closer, death sentence.

"IrishElf has killed Mehrunes (Spade)"

A young composed man behind a monitor of a computer was smirking in achievement of having owned the poor lad,before pancakes to his favorite team, Blue.