Note: Once again, if someone wants to take over for next chapter please say so and I will choose someone.
Chapter XI
Campfire, Finger Food... Insanity?
You sit down and prepare to enjoy a wholesome meal. First you quickly and surgically remove the body parts that are both farthest from the flames and Raithed's anus - his head and right arm. You proceed to cut off chunks of meat, pierce them with the dull knife, and hold them over the campfire. Once roasted to a nice crispy treat, you put a few dabs of soy sauce on it. Raithed is finally being useful to TL. Well, okay, just you. But that's good enough, right? Not only have you satisfied the world's perverse/righteous desire to rid TL of Raithed in as gruesome a fashion as possible, but you are also gaining strength from the nourishment.
As you finish eating the scant pickings from Raithed's arm, you remember a Discovery channel special about how eagles drop turtles on rocks from high altitudes to crack the shell and eat those dopey fuckers. You pick up Raithed's head, do a tiger jump that would have made Mr. Miyagi commit hara-kiri, and toss the skull down like it was a burning AIDS-infested football you caught while making the winning touchdown in the Super Bowl. A loud crack, and ten seconds later you were roasting a small brain on your trusty kebab knife. You remembered faintly another Discovery channel special where it said that mad cow disease came from cows eating other cows' brains. You also remember that one joke about PMS being the same as mad cow disease. Hahahaha, good times. What were you thinking about again? Something important? Oh well, you're hungry, time to eat more. You can't bank on the fact that some other half-dead scrawny kid will be stupid enough to ask you for help. You are America, he was Poland, and death is Germany. Help? Fuck that shit.
All of the sudden you feel wet. Very wet. What the fuck? Was
Having just narrowly escaped death by herpes via Raithed, you feel nearly invincible as you walk down the corridor under the water sprinklers, feeling like Neo in the shitty Matrix sequel, who knows which one. You need to get out of this shitty
EDIT- STOP BALANCING THE POLL, I WILL NOT PRODUCE A HYBRID BLACK ASIAN (WTF YOU PERVERTS), I WILL JUST CHOOSE THE WHITE GUY BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING DICKS. I STRONGLY DOUBT IT IS REALLY THIS EVENLY DIVIDED.
Poll: Your reflection is...
(Vote): A
(Vote): B
(Vote): C
Satisfied with your condition, you begin to continue down the hallway. Your stomach feels a bit weird but that is probably the Raithed that you just consumed. You peer inside the open door - it is completely empty, save for a few rats. You then approach the closed door.
SLAM
AAAAAUUUUGHHHH NOOOOOOOO
SLAM RAA-RAAAUGHRRR
*gurgling sounds* *flesh rending sounds*
Now you KNOW some shit is going on around here besides the occasional murder and cannibalistic act. The door in front of you seems like a very meager barrier between you and whatever the fuck was thrashing away at what you presume is another human being on the other side.
Poll: You decide to...
(Vote): Jam the dull knife in the door, pick up your skirt, and run in the opposite fucking direction.
(Vote): Go back to the first room, pick up a rat, call it Nibbles, befriend it and train it for combat.
(Vote): Take your gun, your sharp knife, and your ballsack and kick the door down with a badass face on.
(Vote): Pick up Raithed, wield the gun. Bust the door down, using Raithed as a meatshield and deterrent.
(Vote): Shoot yourself in the head, this is the fucking end of this shit.
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