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Date: June 26th, 2015 9:22 PM Author: Beta foreskin bawdyhouse
let's start it off with
http://i.imgur.com/4bui5TK.jpg
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Date: June 26th, 2015 9:33 PM Author: Beta foreskin bawdyhouse
second pic:
http://i.imgur.com/PYev0EK.jpg
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Date: June 26th, 2015 10:09 PM Author: Costumed stock car den
Jeremy's sprite skittered left to right, his stumpy legs vaulting him on rectangular blocks suspended motionless in the sea, like masses of magnetized gold in ferrofluid. Each tap and swipe of Jeremy's fingertips was percussive; the rhythm of mushrooming in Oceania recalled Mingus. On he played, now crocodiles, now sharks, now jellyfish. He avoided them all with ease; after all, he was playing on the difficulty his sister had left it on. After a time he bored, and he swiped down and clicked 'QUIT'. Then once again on 'YOU SURE, SUBMARINER?', wincing at the catachrestic Japanese-to-English translation. And before the sick, flat smack of flesh against concrete, the interrobang of his mother's scream, and the grey curtains closing around his vision, Jeremy thought of a submarine. And when Jeremy awoke in the hospital six months later, his first recollection would be his sense of never having surfaced.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2920486&forum_id=2#28208501) |
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Date: June 27th, 2015 12:13 AM Author: Histrionic frozen senate
“Earth, this is Yann Perrod aboard the IXS Enterprise. Ready to dock. Over.”
“Earth, this is Yann Perrod aboard the IXS Enterprise. We have completed our journey and are ready to return. Over.”
“Earth, this is Yann Perrod aboard the IXS Enterprise. Are you there?”
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Twenty years ago, the nations of the world had asked Yann Perrod to volunteer for an important mission. For human colonization of space to be successful, the scientific community needed to figure out a way to prevent muscle wasting from long term exposure to low gravity and cosmic radiation. Artificial gravity was not the panacea it was expected to be - Earth’s greatest clothed astronauts were still coming back from long journeys emaciated. So they turned to one place they still could: Earth’s greatest MUSCLE STUD.
Well, fourth greatest muscle stud. Roher, Douton, and Bedone had all said no. But Perrod saw this as an opportunity to prove that he was indeed the most alpha muscle stud who ever lived. He may not have been able to beat JK Roher on the stage, but now he would far surpass him in the history books.
For twenty years, Perrod stood on the bridge of the enterprise each day as two twinks dutifully STIMMED his MAN MEAT as he lifted huge weights that would be unliftable on Earth. He produced HOT ROPES OF CUM that floated effortlessly towards the ceiling, where it was collected by a special ventilation system. It was processed into a paste that was used to feed the twinks, making them ever more eager to please their master. In this way, Perrod got a better and better workout each day, counteracting the effects of the cruel vacuum around him.
Now, Perrod was ready to return to Earth a hero. But he was unsure if Earth was still there. He thought back to school, before he dropped out at age 16 to focus on becoming the Naked Bodybuilding Junior Champion of France. Wasn’t there something about the theory of relativity? That twenty years in outer space could be centuries on Earth?
Not hearing back from Earth, Perrod ordered the ship to land near POUNDERS in New York City. If naked bodybuilding survived anywhere, it was there.
As the ship re-entered the atmosphere, Perrod felt the effects of gravity on his MASSIVE CUMBLASTER for the first time. He had grown so much during his voyage, gravity was more uncomfortable than he remembered.
As the ship overfly the New York skyline, he noticed it had not changed much since he left - perhaps not so much time had passed. But the sky was unrecognizable, a hazy gray with streaks of orange and red. Sensors outside the ship indicated significant changes in atmospheric makeup - more methane, more CO2. It was not fatal, but it would not be comfortable either.
The ship landed at the specified coordinates, but POUNDERS was not there. His twinks offered to scout the area, but Yann waved them off. He would explore on foot himself, fully nude.
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