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Hello there i am not into Blue cheese nor am i dreaming About Bees That make McDonalds
if you make me a elephant Plushie made out of Wood I will not eat it
However if you have a Gun
I Will stuff THE living Daylights out of You with Books Titled iPhone screen
the fact these Are Usernames
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Hello there i am not into Blue cheese nor am i dreaming About Bees That make McDonalds
if you make me a elephant Plushie made out of Wood I will not eat it
However if you have a Gun
I Will stuff THE living Daylights out of You with Books Titled iPhone screen
the fact these Are Usernames
I just need some bass
JVKE your compositions are so good... I don't like when you rap
> So close yet so farJVKE your compositions are so good... I don't like when you rap
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100⚠️ Scrapped text ahead! ⚠️
Requirements:
Literate, able to withstand [] minutes of reading, immune to suggestive text, gamer knowledge, light gore immunity, incorrect grammar tolerance, repetition tolerance, high second person perspective immunity,
⚠️Hidden Requirements: Insanity tolerance, stable mental state, tolerant to no paragraphs.⚠️
Work is mostly fiction and not based on any events. Only non-fiction sections are when Mr Vochonshiel is speaking history.
No, there's no explicit content.
Suggested not to read text below if you don't meet requirements.
⚠️HIGHLY suggested not to read hidden text below if you don't meet hidden requirements.⚠️
Requirements:
Literate, able to withstand [] minutes of reading, immune to suggestive text, gamer knowledge, light gore immunity, incorrect grammar tolerance, repetition tolerance, high second person perspective immunity,
⚠️Hidden Requirements: Insanity tolerance, stable mental state, tolerant to no paragraphs.⚠️
Work is mostly fiction and not based on any events. Only non-fiction sections are when Mr Vochonshiel is speaking history.
No, there's no explicit content.
Suggested not to read text below if you don't meet requirements.
⚠️HIGHLY suggested not to read hidden text below if you don't meet hidden requirements.⚠️
Oh no! The monotone voice of Mr Vochonshpiel is causing an AOE [ Drowsy ] debuff! Affecting not only your friends sitting next to you but everyone in the vicinity! (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
If you don't do anything everyone (including you) will succumb to its effects like
You cringe at that thought.
What to do though?
That would wake everyone up. However... You'll be the center of attention. Including Mr Childish Brat too. You think long and hard. The soft lullaby of his voice breaching your defences.
[ You are now afflicted with drowsy debuff (light)! ]
Then it hits you.
Or maybe...
Nah. You wouldn't stoop that low.
So my autocorrect extension died from the sheer size of this thing
Oh well
If you don't do anything everyone (including you) will succumb to its effects like
last time...
A chemical lingered in your nose...
Before it was black...
But now? It's worse...
Much worse...
Looking up, a chill down your spine. It was a plague. The Black Death. And almost everyone caught it, including you.
(Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
Some had swirls, the worst had phalli. The face, arms, neck. Anything above the upper torso and exposed was marked. You were one of the lucky ones. Shielding your face when sleeping, so it remained pure. Not the arms though. It ran across half way down your shoulders to your hands. A mess of scribbles and lines and a nail job that's screaming one star.
[ You took -5 mental dmg! ]
[ You've been marked! ( Whiteboard marker ) ]
You should go wash it off before your reputation takes a hit...
That wasn't all. "Everyone here will get their grades deducted." In bold chalk writing large enough for everyone to see.
("Except Jerry." In a much smaller font. But no one cares about him.)
You clenched your fists. You were defiled, hurt, powerless and most of all your score will be lower than a well. There was nothing you could do about it. Listen to his ramblings, no! You'll fall asleep. Yet, if you don't you'll fail the class!
[ You lost 5 sanity! ]
Before it was black...
But now? It's worse...
Much worse...
Looking up, a chill down your spine. It was a plague. The Black Death. And almost everyone caught it, including you.
(Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
Some had swirls, the worst had phalli. The face, arms, neck. Anything above the upper torso and exposed was marked. You were one of the lucky ones. Shielding your face when sleeping, so it remained pure. Not the arms though. It ran across half way down your shoulders to your hands. A mess of scribbles and lines and a nail job that's screaming one star.
[ You've been marked! ( Whiteboard marker ) ]
You should go wash it off before your reputation takes a hit...
That wasn't all. "Everyone here will get their grades deducted." In bold chalk writing large enough for everyone to see.
("Except Jerry." In a much smaller font. But no one cares about him.)
You clenched your fists. You were defiled, hurt, powerless and most of all your score will be lower than a well. There was nothing you could do about it. Listen to his ramblings, no! You'll fall asleep. Yet, if you don't you'll fail the class!
You cringe at that thought.
What to do though?
You could scream.
"You know." In his monotone voice. "He was an American politician of the Republican Party, businessman, and insurance executive. In 1876, he served as the first president of baseball's National League and because of that, was inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1937, a choice that remains controversial, since his time as a baseball executive was short."
Before he could articulate his next words, you did something worse than scream. You moan. A loud, dragging, feminine moan. In front of several people. Next to your friends. The Teacher. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
[ You used ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)! ]
[ You took -5 mental dmg! ]
The gravity of the situation catches up in your mind and your face heats up. That's probably a really stupid idea. On the bright side, everyone is awake now. Their eyes lock on you. Expressions ranging from sneers to smiles.
[ +2 reputation to friends ]
[ +1 Corruption ]
[ -10 reputation to classmates ]
The teacher...
[ You tried to use observe on Mr Vochonshpiel! ]
[ You took -5 mental dmg! ]
A poker face masking his emotions or genuinely did not care.
[ Observe failed! ]
The silence in the air, palpable and should probably do something before something worse happens. You've only caught their attention, it can't be that bad right?
In your moment of thought, you try to fix the situation.
"S-sorry I've rubbing it too much." You blurt out.
[ You took -5 mental dmg! ]
His face changes into another expression. "You fiend! Get out of my classroom!"
You abide, not wanting to be the center of attention at all. Skirting out to the door. Ignoring your classmates remarks.
Before you left, he adds. "Go straight into the principal's office!"
You won't do that though. So you opened the door to hang out somewhere more nice.
His expression lingers on your mind. Disgust? Likely. Amusement? Not after your stunt. Whatever it was, you're free from that hell hole.
Achievement Unlocked!
[ Degenerate ]
In your act of bravery you did something you'd probably regret, but you did it anyway.
You know what they say, you only live once, right?
Before he could articulate his next words, you did something worse than scream. You moan. A loud, dragging, feminine moan. In front of several people. Next to your friends. The Teacher. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
[ You took -5 mental dmg! ]
The gravity of the situation catches up in your mind and your face heats up. That's probably a really stupid idea. On the bright side, everyone is awake now. Their eyes lock on you. Expressions ranging from sneers to smiles.
[ +1 Corruption ]
[ -10 reputation to classmates ]
The teacher...
[ You took -5 mental dmg! ]
A poker face masking his emotions or genuinely did not care.
The silence in the air, palpable and should probably do something before something worse happens. You've only caught their attention, it can't be that bad right?
In your moment of thought, you try to fix the situation.
"S-sorry I've rubbing it too much." You blurt out.
His face changes into another expression. "You fiend! Get out of my classroom!"
You abide, not wanting to be the center of attention at all. Skirting out to the door. Ignoring your classmates remarks.
Before you left, he adds. "Go straight into the principal's office!"
You won't do that though. So you opened the door to hang out somewhere more nice.
His expression lingers on your mind. Disgust? Likely. Amusement? Not after your stunt. Whatever it was, you're free from that hell hole.
You know what they say, you only live once, right?
That would wake everyone up. However... You'll be the center of attention. Including Mr Childish Brat too. You think long and hard. The soft lullaby of his voice breaching your defences.
Then it hits you.
How about you give them a soft tap on the shoulder.
Like Whack-A-Mole. Instead of moles and a hammer, it's humans and your stationery equipment. Standing up would make too much noise. The teacher will notice as well, so your only option is to throw. 100 pages from that history book you're not going to use is equivalent to unlimited ammo.
[ Equipped paper ammo (+0.1 ~ +0.5 blunt dmg) ]^∞
Observing the targets, your front, left corner, five desks away from you is Mr Vochonshpiel and his desk.
Checking your targets, you find 15 poor souls to save from left to right. Beginning with your friends, you start throwing paper pieces at them.
[ Friend took 0.1 blunt dmg! ]
[ Friend took 0.3 blunt dmg! ]
[ Friend took 0.1 blunt dmg! ]
...
One didn't cut it, nor two, or three, thirty. Thirty! The bell would ring before you finished waking everyone up. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
If you were alone, that is. You lob one last paper at them, gesturing to open it up. They agree, beaming and giving you several thumbs up.
One by one, they wake up, converted into a a paper thrower to wake up the other people close by. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
"What is going on here?!" The teacher bellows, not looking at the book anymore. The carpeted, brown floor littered with specks of white. It looks like it snowed inside. Ten people continuosly tearing pieces of paper definitely catch his attention. His stare left you and many others in a daze. Some mid throw, their hands out stretching, begging for food. Those still asleep now fully awake.
[ ⚠️ Awakened Evan En Vochonshpiel! (Unique Named Boss) ⚠️ ]
[ You have been stunned! ]
[ You have been affected with an authoritarian aura! (-5% dealt to enemies) ]
You snap out of your reverie and shout "Fire!"
Like a trigger on a gun, many shot their pieces of paper at him.
[ -0.19 blunt dmg! ]
[ -0.285 blunt dmg! ]
[ -0.285 blunt dmg! ]
...
"Argh!" He covered his face with his book.
He throws the book at one of your classmates. You quickly run towards him "Man down!"
[ -0.95 dmg ]
[ Concurur ]
Observing the targets, your front, left corner, five desks away from you is Mr Vochonshpiel and his desk.
You could try to hit him...
Nope. It's a big fat no throwing zone there. You throw the small paper bit in your hand...
Flying across the room...
Nothing happens.
Flying across the room...
Nothing happens.
Maybe a bit more strength?
You throw another piece with more power.
It flies across the room...
Still nothing happens.
It flies across the room...
Still nothing happens.
MORE STRENGTH?
In frustration, you leave your seat, dashing towards Mr Vochonshpiel, armed with pencils in both hands and
[ Equipped sharp pencil (+5 piercing dmg) ]
[ Equipped sharp pencil (+5 piercing dmg) ]
BAMN! RIGHT IN THE JUGULAR. He couldn't scream, only gurgles as he stares at you with fear and confusion.
[ CRITICAL HIT! ]
[ -50 piercing dmg ]
[ -50 piercing dmg ]
[ You killed Evan En Vochonshpiel! ]
Achievement Unlocked!
[ First Blood ]
Your first kill! It was gruesome but you did it.
Father would be so proud.
You stood there for a few minutes, engrossing your high. Savouring it, his blood spurting onto you, those now lifeless eyes gazing back at you. You leave your pencils, letting him drop to the desk. Good thing almost everyone has fallen asleep to his ramblings. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
[ ★☆☆☆☆ ]
The police will start looking for you...
[ You lost 75 sanity! ]
You leave the crime scene, all bloody, showing your dominance for the would be passersby. No more class with him and a free period. No one is here to see you smile at yourself. All stuck in classrooms. Not you. You're free now.
[ Equipped sharp pencil (+5 piercing dmg) ]
BAMN! RIGHT IN THE JUGULAR. He couldn't scream, only gurgles as he stares at you with fear and confusion.
[ -50 piercing dmg ]
[ -50 piercing dmg ]
[ You killed Evan En Vochonshpiel! ]
Father would be so proud.
You stood there for a few minutes, engrossing your high. Savouring it, his blood spurting onto you, those now lifeless eyes gazing back at you. You leave your pencils, letting him drop to the desk. Good thing almost everyone has fallen asleep to his ramblings. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
The police will start looking for you...
You leave the crime scene, all bloody, showing your dominance for the would be passersby. No more class with him and a free period. No one is here to see you smile at yourself. All stuck in classrooms. Not you. You're free now.
Checking your targets, you find 15 poor souls to save from left to right. Beginning with your friends, you start throwing paper pieces at them.
[ Friend took 0.3 blunt dmg! ]
[ Friend took 0.1 blunt dmg! ]
...
One didn't cut it, nor two, or three, thirty. Thirty! The bell would ring before you finished waking everyone up. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
If you were alone, that is. You lob one last paper at them, gesturing to open it up. They agree, beaming and giving you several thumbs up.
One by one, they wake up, converted into a a paper thrower to wake up the other people close by. (Except Jerry. But no one cares about him.)
"What is going on here?!" The teacher bellows, not looking at the book anymore. The carpeted, brown floor littered with specks of white. It looks like it snowed inside. Ten people continuosly tearing pieces of paper definitely catch his attention. His stare left you and many others in a daze. Some mid throw, their hands out stretching, begging for food. Those still asleep now fully awake.
[ You have been affected with an authoritarian aura! (-5% dealt to enemies) ]
You snap out of your reverie and shout "Fire!"
Like a trigger on a gun, many shot their pieces of paper at him.
[ -0.285 blunt dmg! ]
[ -0.285 blunt dmg! ]
...
"Argh!" He covered his face with his book.
He throws the book at one of your classmates. You quickly run towards him "Man down!"
[ -0.95 dmg ]
Or maybe...
Nah. You wouldn't stoop that low.
Interrupt him and ask a question, maybe?
"Mr Vochonshpiel!" You cut him off, raising your hand.
[ -1 reputation to Mr Vochonshpiel ]
"Inquiries is allowed only after class." He remarks.
"But this is urgent!
"Inquiries is allowed only after class." He remarks.
"But this is urgent!
I need to go to the toilet!"
"You should have gone at recess." He says.
So my autocorrect extension died from the sheer size of this thing
Oh well
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