Lunchtime At The Vale Of Tears

[mistersleepless]

"I don't understand it," muttered Mrs Upshott. "The pork should be

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[depravedangel]

That made me either disturbed or uneasy. Or both.

[mistersleepless]

No.

Re: Right, then

[bunny_babe]

Oh, Pork Pr0n!
Let's put our heads together and confabulate on something involving large undead sausage and meaty little boys with bottoms like steamloaf... then we can podcast him to death with it!

[digifox]

That was divine. More gore for breakfast!

[mistersleepless]

Yes, dear.

[mr_rakshasa]

That disturbed me much less than the last one. Which says a lot about the last one, because that one was somewhat disturbing.
Nice Iron Man, by the way. The future-is-now-creepiness that's working its way in around the edges is very ... you. Just read it.

[mr_rakshasa]

By "read" I mean "in the past tense, meaning it is something I have just done". I'm not ordering you to read your own story. That would be weird, rude, and something that you've already done.

[sir_alf]

This weirds me out on so many levels. It's like my opinion is teeter-tottering on the brink between a kiddie pool of perverse glee and a mudpit of vomiting disgust and all it will take is for a few of the details to sink in and drag the little mote of neuro-chemical reaction into one or the other so it can wallow

[djsean]

Shiro Masamune has Basset Hounds. Ellis gets pigs. I call ducks.

I had a dream about having sex with a duck last week. I remember every graphic bit of it. Even the blackness of its warm, quivering podex.

-Sean

[sir_alf]

I have no idea what the word 'podex' means, and thanks to the context, I'm genuinely terrified to look it up....