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The following in a non-profit fan based parody of a funny little conversation me and Chris had last night.



Raining, it always seems to be raining in these cold Alabama winter nights. The gentle pitter patter of the tiny droplets of water as they hit the window of the log cabin that one lonely man resided in.

His gaze seemed rather distant as usual as he awaited his forever lover patiently. This person meant the world to him, and every day he awaited his lover, staring outside the same window frame. All he could think of was the fantastic night ahead of him.

Headlights flashed in the distance. Chris's eyes perked up and his flung on his coat and ran outside into the rain, making sure to grab an umbrella for the person. Everything was going to go well from here. He thought to himself.

The person stepped out of the car, a tall, dark and handsome male, strapping and fit. Greeting Chris. With a hug and a gentle peck on the cheek Chris led the man inside with a pat on the rump for good luck.

As they entered the man quickly took of his coat and turned to Chris. "I've just had the worst day my love" the man said. "I could really use something good" He continued.

Instead of speaking Chris sways his hips and approaches the man. "Fighter.....i'm all the good you will need" And he gentle embraces Fighter's lips.

Fighter takes it to the next level and quickly caresses Chris buttock as they wrangle tongues. Chris blushes and moans in delight.

Fighter pulls away and slowly gets to his knees. Chris gives him a thumbs up and Fighter uses his teeth to unzip Chris's fly, then slowly removes his pants using his hands no already covered in lavender scented lotions.

Chris's member bursts through his undergarments and almost pokes Fighter in the eye, something he would not have minded.

"We're going all the way tonight?" Chris asked already groaning as if he was trying to hold it in.

"Yeah" Fighter replied.

Fighter quickly reached behind him and wraps his hands in sandpaper covered in rubbing alcohol and grabs Chris's member. Rubbing vigorously Chris grunts in pain.

Blood flies everywhere and reaches for his gun, which was in the umbrella stand to prevent any other niggers onto his property. He shoots Fighter in the knee, which only excites him more.

"SHOOT ME MORE" Fighter yell out. "I LOVE IT" He continues.

Chris puts a bullet between the eyes of Fighter, and in his last ounce of life Fighter ejaculates onto Chris, making sure to get some into his mouth. The rest of the night Chris spends trying to bandage his bloody member, and devour the corpse of his one true lover.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Okay.
Uhm.
Good job.

I'm not gay but for a gay fan-fic I give it a 7 out of 10.
Someone email this to...
What's her name?
Mintysomething....

Don't worry Gurren, we'll make sure she sees it.

Fighter, this is beautiful. Chrisp is gonna love it.

The Hook. I wonder how much damage this will do.

That's Uh... Yeah... Okay...

Me and Chris pretend lovers for life. Want in Gurren?

Yes, I would like to be in this.

Go ahead and add on to it, however you like. I'll even help you gain some fame.

Not really sure what to say here.

This post has been edited by Chris: 22 February 2012 - 01:41 AM

for Chris

This post has been edited by Lvl 50 Fighter: 22 February 2012 - 01:45 AM

Nah I suck at writing.
Anyone else? MewCase?
Anyone!?!

Totally reminding me of that one night aboard rocknrollDaVE's sex train. Good times.

This is the greatest thing I have ever read.

hahhahaha this was even better the second time.

Lvl 50 Fighter, on 22 February 2012 - 01:44 AM, said:

I think Minty should stream so that you can read it out loud.

Then go email her man!
GO! GO! GO! GO!

wacko, on 22 February 2012 - 02:11 AM, said:

Hahahaha that was epic.

What Chris didn't see was his neighbour watching him slowly devour Fighter's mangled legs. The neighbour watched until Chris got full and shoved what was left of Fighter into the fridge for lunch tomorrow.

The mysterious neighbour closed his shutters and turned to the wall on his left, adorned with pictures of Chris taken through the window. Some had Fighter in it, although Fighter's face had been scratched out, and in some cases, burnt.

He turned again and faced the mirror in the corner and whispered to himself "Chris... will you go steady with me?". He had recited the line a million times, even attending voice acting classes to perfect it. His reflection repeated it back to him, and he knew it then, that he was sexy.

He lifted his shirt up and inspected the scarred, white crest he had cut into his own abs and abdomen. He had nearly finished it and just need to add the 'ren' so it would read "CHRIS LOVES GURREN". Unfortunately, he had done the entire thing in the mirror, and so it was completely backwards.

Gurren reached up and pulled his ski-mask of a hook on top of the mirror. He thought to himself 'tonight's the night. Fighter's finally out of the picture'. Gurren slipped the ski-mask on. 'Tonight, I strike'
-- Segue --
Meanwhile, at Chris's house:
Chris was remembering that one time that he shot Fighter and ate his legs when the doorbell rang. Chris peeped through the eye-hole and saw the signature hat and shirt of a Police officer. Panic shot through Chris, for that morning, he downloaded a song without paying for it. No matter how much he didn't want to, Chris new he had to face up.

Chris opened the door and greeted the Police officer.
"Hello sir, we got a complaint from a Mr. G that you're playing loud music", the Police officer stated. His authoritative voice somehow soothed Chris's nerves.
"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not playing any music", said Chris. The Police officer stepped into the house foyer.
"Well in that case... turn it UP!". The Police officer whipped off his hat and threw it into the lounge room. It was now that Chris noticed the distinct lack of a badge or gun, or even a belt. 'He's a stripper!', Chris realised.

Someone else continue!

Pfffttt...haahahhaah I can't, laughing too much.

Still a better love story than Twilight!

You beautiful, wonderful human beings.

This is truly a masterpiece of literature.

KAS Bat, on 22 February 2012 - 09:38 PM, said:

Jesus Christ, haven't seen you for a while.

Sammy, on 22 February 2012 - 09:51 PM, said:

Yeah, IRL shit happened after the RC closing and I only started visiting and posting again recently.

The novelty of these types of stories died a long time ago.

Thanks Susan.....

Words cannot describe how many times I had to go to the hospital to repair my internal organs from laughing too much. Tiggy approves!

Oh Chris I had no idea you were such a charmer~

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED (now to actually write it)

UNCE-AA-UNCE-AAA
Music, a fast, loud and oppressive sound, began emanating from seemingly nowhere. Neither party knew where it was coming from. Gurren began to dance coyly, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. Chris stood there, watching, frozen to the spot in terror. As Gurren undressed, his hips began swaying in time with the music that was everywhere and yet nowhere. (Chris did not own such a stereo to produce this music.) Chris was terrified, yet could not look away. His only option was to stand there, watching. Judging.

This terrible scene continued for several more minutes. Eventually, Gurren was down to wearing nothing but a blue pair of boxer briefs. Suddenly, Chris realized he was nude. Chris did not remember undressing himself, nor did he recall being undressed. The music continued, faster and louder now. And it accelerated even more, culminating in an unbearable string of loud sounds. As the booming melody continued, the sound of it changed. It came to resemble a heartbeat. Fighter's heartbeat. Chris realized the room he was in had turned bright red and claustrophobically small. Gurren began to change form as well. Gurren's head grew, his skin taking on deep blue hues. Large, oddly shaped spikes grew out of the back of Gurren's head. Almost like Sonic the Hedgehog. It was at that point, Chris realized this:

He was trapped inside of Fighter's heart with Gurren, who was actually SoulTH. "Impossible," thought Chris, "I must be going mad."

(feel free to take it from here, someone else.)

Did I take it too far?

Nope, nobody can top you.