Chapter 4: 4th Egg – 6.2.11 Button-Up Shit (Draft Era Vol.1)

Also, Who is Taped in Lake and Couldn’t wait Escape? Astral Projection finds The Loud at their Usual Seating Spot at that Tree. You’d guess a Smog, but No. Shit is Simply Loud. Projection is Appalled by Gaining a Bit of a Buzz. Smoked but didn’t Inhale? Projection approaches and asks if They’d do Something. Damn, not even a How are You and Shit. Details are asked Upon it. Ash knocks Itself off The Edge of The Blunt. Two Wendigo Cajun Demons stand Warrior in Front a One Story Off-Grid House with a Hungarian Village House Roofing. Fused into One of These Trees that Surround said Establishment. Possibly fused. Could just be Standing in Front with Maximus Camouflage. Guardians. But you don’t get The Point. Nature around Here isn’t so Dead. Actually having Leaves. No. Actually having Leafs. Thick to Skinny Dead Trees with a Healthy Amounts of Leafs as if not Dead. A Restored Reformed Nine Feet Former God Stolas lives within said Establishment. Castrated, Condensed and Reborn after Unfathomably Losing a Battle to a Canadian Bastard. Was killed so Bad. It was Reformed into an Image its Initial would Despise. Molded into This by that Damned French Hybrid. Now known as Nicholas. A True, New, Man. (Nicholoss is Forty-Four Year Old. Six Feet Tall. Pleasant Kind Man who is Very Vibrant to The Surrounding Community. The Identity of Pleasant Man is Unknown. Their attributes are Presented through Another. Choosing to stay Faceless. They are Aware of their Past Self as an Ancestor only. Something his Bloodline once Did. Seeing himself as a Black Sheep compared to his Past Bloodline. A Very Not, but, sometimes Disingenuous Man. Filled with Hate when Angered. Techniques utilize! Calming said Man.) Observe. Shut the Fuck up. Ain’t nobody Here. Casual passing Swollen Demons as if Pouring in The Pudding. Tranquil. Truth is a Two Story Crib. One Story Part is Expert Hidden by Trees that Makes it look like it is Four. Mix between Logs, Wood and Bricks. Shortsteps which Curve to The Front Porch where The Front Doors at, is Made up of Smooth Cobblestone. Railings that are Left and Right of Cobblestone Steps are Made Out of Wood. Smoothed-Out Soft so No Pricking, No Thorns. Lovely Ass Comfy Crib’O. Fazes through the Wall beside The Front Door. Within is even Nicer. Shit is like a Giant Treehouse. I’m laughing. Couch is over There. Invitingly Warm within. Slow Stepping to them Steps right There that Go up. Again, Steps are Created of Cobblestone and Railing of Smooth Wood. Second Floor has Kitchen. Some parts of The Second Floor look Unfinished. Spray Expanding Foam hasn’t been Smooth and Removed. Spots rulers and Carmen Hayes Tape and Tape. Didn’t much Spot the Third Floor. Seen some Rooms but not Else. Don’t fucking Care. Each Floor starting from The Second has a Balcony. Light that Shines through Roof Windows are Illuminating swell. Bringing a Nostalgia Excellence. Meditate. Meditate. Reaches into Inside Trench Fashion Pocket while Fazing through Wall into Bathroom. Showing. Water was heard Going from The Second Floor. Quite a Hollow Crib for Noise. Bathing, Humming a Familiar Tune. Unscrews a Flask filled with Substance. Extremely Pyrophoric. If enters Contact with Organic or Water. It will Spontaneously Combust. Inhaling the Vapors will sending Little Particles all Throughout your Inner Anatomy where Particles Puncture, Rip, Eat and Tear their way Through. Breathing becomes Impossible, Instant Internal Bleeding, and Imminent Death Imminent. Greenish Octagon Lavender in Color is The Chemical Manganese Caesium Heptoxide. Jerks said Shower Curtain Back. Boinkster! Mothafucka combusts and Acidizes into Flames. Howling in Otherworld Voices. Immediately after Boinkster! Turned and Ran. Fazes through The Wall, Out of The Bathroom. So quick, didn’t notice The Projection got Unwillingly Trapped between The Wall. Heading for The Steps. From a Distance seeing they’ve Disappeared. Pops left. Howls become more Haunting by The Second. Windows and Doors are Closing at Inverted Reflex Angles. Floor is Blinking Gone then Reappearing, Kurt. Steps forwards, Fifty Times, when executing Movement. If by such, following Acids. Looks behind Self. Gigantic Primordial Sight of a Skinned Face in Flames. Mouth decomposing apart, Rushing. Eyes widen, looks away to in Front of Themselves. Charges to The Balcony. Balcony keeps Changing between Window and Balcony. Flame is felt Piercing their Spine, specifically. Sawed-Off Slingshoi is Grabbed without a Thought as Instinct. Blasts their Front. Shatter sounds are Very Apparent. Flinches in Reaction to Body being Sliced up Somehow. Leaps Out of The Everchanging. Falling seven feet. Somewhat taken back. Quickly gets it Together. Descending. Something growls, Something Powerful down there. Below keeps Stretching further a Never-Ending Tunnel. Insane Mind Elastic Illusion. Thud! Hard Smacks the Ground. Landing on their Side at an Angle. Fucking up their Leg. Reaching for Shells, fast, while Painfully Standing up. Damn near Violently Face Dived into an Unrecoverable State. Utilizing Adrenaline. On the Floor like Oh shit. What sounds like Horses Breathing are Gaining Close. Giant Dark blocks out The Sun. This your Picture though. The Moment is Here! Two Wendigo Cajun Demons’ Chef Shadows are Gashing their Cardboard up. Sensation is like Trying to Evade a Thousand Knives in a Closet with Door shut and You can't Move. Slinghot Blasts! Hitting one of Those while Running off. Jerks the Sawed-Off’s Action, Quick Inserts, Shuts it Up. Another shadow. Blasts! Blasts! Is lifted and Tossed into a Weak Tree. Booming through It. Breaking it in Half. Creature used The Inertial Running Energy of The Trespasser and Flung that Ass to over There. The Thrown! Utilized Weapon to block Weak Tree when was Boomed through. Great Defense! Body rolled as if Going down Hill. Stopped self thus Transitioning Roll into a Get Up Run. Met to a Wendigo Chef Demon. Instinct Kicks. Punches said Complete Idiot Twat Turkey across its Dry Hairy Skull. Causing Creature to Lean with an Emitted Sound. Feeling bones Crunch, Shatter upon Knuckles. Blasts! Blasts! Got to Smoking it Fast. Rounds stumble it Backwards in Twenty-Three Seizures. Didn’t, themselves, Notice? NO!!! Not at All. Runs off That way with a Lean like a Flung Off Lock off a Latch. Whips open Action while Digging, Evacuates, Inserts and Shuts. Holds themselves up. Feeling like Somebody is Coming from Up from Somewhere. Hand reaches Out from Inside their Trench Fashion, Snatches their Gauge, Smacks them. Stumbles a Bit, almost Unstable-Tabled. Hand was so Big that The Smack was a Punch. Grabbed by their Hair, Straightened a Hand, Axed them. Crackle, Pop, Snappah Leh Crack. Slight Dislocating the Jaw. Leaving it Locked in an Off-Kiltered Position. Mushes entire Face back away from Themselves. At the Same Time. Flick their Thigh, Manipulate Impact through Vibrations, Tearing the Acl. (ACL: Anterior Cruciate Ligament Injury. Or. Alabama Cincinnati London.) Making it so no Jumping unless Wishing for Knee to come Busting forwards Out of Leg. Emitted a Painful Vocal Sound in Response. Almost popped Knee outwards when Mushed. No matter Rain, Sleet or Snow, You know Homie supposed to Got you, Homie. The Decomposing is Sudden-Frozen. Standing still unable to Finish the Moment. One Hand Wash the Other, both Wash the Face. Spots the Shoi. Drop to The Ground, Crawls a Bit, Snatches. Turns, Blasts it. Blasts! Reaches in Pocket. Had fucked The Aim up. Managed to Shot Off they Balls oh Burning Cock. Miss your Head and your Neck then You dismantle The Chest. Reloads and Connects. Aims for The Skull. Sawed-Off Slinghot Blasts! Cranium and Mandible then Explodes an Overcompensated Watermelon strangled by a Bungles of Rubber Bands. Killed, Castrated from Life in The Most Court Case. Owww. Peojection grabs said’s Arm and Picks spoken Up. What it want? Why? What Projection want this For? Spontaneously, Both are Back in The Graveyard. Standing mighty with Posture to Match. Projection discovering Such as Amazing, considering. Reloading thou Shoi. Shawty is You sure? Never misplacing Eye Contact with Projection. Ghost looks at It still Attempting to Figure who They remind Them of. Presents It their Hand. Shit’s a Carmen Hayes Tape in the Middle of their Astral Palm. Meaning there is a Carmen Hayes Tape in their Hand... You can Only Imagine the Possible Outcome if The Initial Chose went Wrong said Astral Form Projection. Carmen Hayes Tape isn’t Familiar to Cardboard. Irrelevant to their Core Being. Never breaking Eye Contact. Staring nothing into Projection’s Astral Eyes. Fuck that Shit Ass Pussy Ass Carmen Hayes Tape. Sure Shit Projection is Impressed by their Undeniable Truth. Content with their Progress. Finding this Occasion: Rare. Sawed-Off Slinghit was Reloaded a Minute ago, Hooked to Waist and is currently Hanging. Had plucked a Past Smoked Joint, inserted into Mouth, lit it with Zippo. Staring sharper a Hound at Projection while Smoking. Vapors emit Obese from Lit End. Astral’jection quietly Decides that Anka Porcaro a.k.a Gadd or Bumpus is Too Impressive of a Cardboard Box slash Sock, to Die. Wonders if were Left Alone would They’ve been Too Impressive a Cardboard Box slash Sock to Get Killed. Latest Cool Tool. Gadd is at Times reminded of Certain Individuals giving them Quotes of Possible Knowledge. Scales of Time, Tip! Fast forwards: Time went on, Some started noticing Boxloss. Also along with that Omega Specialty Limp of Theirs. Rewind backwards! It’s a Good Look that Throwaway Fashion was Worn. Currently rocking that Slight Thick Russian One. Moving diskindly that They can't Get through The Door with such an Omega Specialty Limp. Visually needing a Cane, maybe. Walking Stick, possibly. Clears throat of Heavy Dust. Spits that Out onto say Grass right There. Missed first Period so Second Period is Flowing with Characters within said Halls. Chattering, maybe Heading to Next Class. Ignoring all as Usual for They don’t Exist. Currently on say Roof. Seated, leaned Back on a Wall, Steady Smoking. Enjoying spoken Peace say Quiet. Why has It all Gone so Yellow, The Sky? Sore.

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