Here's my shitty story.
I did something different and crappy for my entry because I'm lazier than Our Pet Edgelord.
Word count: 1435.
First off, I want to thank @Judge Holden for helping inspire the style of this story. And I want to thank that other @Holden for being the disgusting shitstain that inspired the events.
Warning, this story contains gratuitous lewd content, disturbing situations, maximum a-logging, general disgustingness, immature crude humor, crappy writing, overwrought edgelordiness, and a greasy croatian neckbeard being sodomized by several gorillas. Please remove and never speak of this again if it's not appropriate. Rated M for Honest Content.
I did something different and crappy for my entry because I'm lazier than Our Pet Edgelord.
Word count: 1435.
First off, I want to thank @Judge Holden for helping inspire the style of this story. And I want to thank that other @Holden for being the disgusting shitstain that inspired the events.
Warning, this story contains gratuitous lewd content, disturbing situations, maximum a-logging, general disgustingness, immature crude humor, crappy writing, overwrought edgelordiness, and a greasy croatian neckbeard being sodomized by several gorillas. Please remove and never speak of this again if it's not appropriate. Rated M for Honest Content.
Marijan Meets the Rape Ape.
Marijan “Holden” Siclik, know by his internet persona ‘thatincelblogger’, was waiting at the Zagreb zoo for his meth dealer to arrive. It was a bright, sunny day, so naturally Marijan was huddled in the shade next to the restrooms. He hated the sun. Well, he hated a lot of things. Women, whores, sluts, people not having sex with him, 4Macie, guatemalans, football players, the laughter of children, the Kiwi Farms, the emotion of joy, and men who could get a girlfriend. He had special distance for the last group. Ohh how he despised them, buff, brainless, manly, sweaty guatemalan nigger football players, with some brainless slut wrapped around them. Whenever Marijan saw one, he’d get right up in his dumb monkey face and tell him that he’s a half breed fuckwit who can empty himself into a diseased skank. At least, he imagined himself doing that. The only time he had actually done it, he had gotten his jaw broken.
Marijan glanced at the clock that towered above the crowd gathered around the monkey pit. 12:15. “Fuck, he was supposed to be here two hours ago. The fucker bailed again. Mother fucker.” Marijan groaned, grimaced, and walked out into the hated sun. He had missed his chance to score some meth. But perhaps he could score otherwise. Marijan scanned the crowd, and picked out a target. A young, blonde woman, dressed lightly. “Whore’s fucking asking for it.” Marijan thought, as he loped into the crowd, his goblin like face scaring several small children. He sauntered up next to the woman, and began mentally undressing her. His brow furrowed, and a thin line of drool dripped from his crusty lips. He felt a pulse of hatred and lust course through his body, and a slight tingling as his shriveled micropenis engorged with blood. He walked up, and grabbed the woman’s breasts.
“Whore, you shall reject the evils of feminism, and submit to me. I am not some rape ape, I am a superior nice gu-”
Marijan’s speech was interrupted by a high pitched shriek, followed by a cloud of burning liquid searing Marijan’s retinas. The woman had maced him.
“AHHHHHHHHAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHH, IT BURNS US, IT BURNS US!!!” Marijan wailed as he bent over and grabbed his eyes. He instinctively rubbed his eyes, further driving in the chemical and increasing his pain. He was overwhelmed, his entire worldview now consisted of a scorching grey blur, he felt as though there could be no greater pain than this.
Turns out that being grabbed by your testicals and neck can be a bit more painful than being maced. Marijan squealed as he was lifted by the mashed remains of his manhood and hurled into the rail overlooking the gorilla cage. Instinctively, he climbed, his puny, malnourished muscles working harder than they ever had in their life. Due to the pepper spray, he could not see that he had reached the top of the fence, and was taken completely by surprise when he felt the sickening feeling of falling, followed by intense pain. Marijan groaned and blinked. His vision was starting to return, and he could make out the people looking into the enclosure. They seemed to be pointing at something, and he could have sworn he saw some of the using video cameras. Marijan coughed out a mouth full of dirt and flailed in impotent rage. “You fucking whore feminist prude, I’m going to fucking rape you you fuc-” Marijan was cut off by something grabbing his ankle and dragging him backwards. Marijan sputtered as he struggled to look backwards. There was something big, and black, and hairy. Marijan’s pants were pulled down, exposing his pasty cracker ass to the watching crowd. A moment of horrific clarity suddenly struck Marijan. “Rape ape! RAAAAPE AAHHHPPPPPEEE!” Holden screeched as his hinee was violated by a silverback gorilla. The greasy croatian misogynist waved his arms like a blow up advertising figure as he struggled fruitlessly to stop the ape’s advances. This prompted the rape ape to slam his hands down on Marijan’s back, knocking the wind out of him. Marijan moaned in pain as his colon was reduced to a pulp by the gorilla’s banana. Up on the viewing overlook, the crowd watched, somewhere between horrified and amused, as the spectacle unfolded. Yuri, a local factory worker, had come to the zoo with his buddies and his new camcorder. It was getting good use, as not only had he got some creep getting maced by a chick, he was now getting the same creep getting raped by a gorilla. “This is going on Youtube as soon as I get home.” Yuri thought to himself.
Back in the pit, the gorilla gave a roar of pleasure as Marijan felt something disgustingly warm on his buns. The gorilla backed off, wandered to a shady spot under a tree, and fell asleep. Marijan sobbed, and began dragging himself away. He felt another strong grasp on his ankle. “NAAHHOOOO, NAHHOOOO RHAP APUHHHSSS!”...
“Okay kid, tell me again what happened.”
“RAPPPPP APPPPPPHS, RAAAAHHHPPPPP AHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSS!! DEY VIOLATED MAH INCEL SOVERGNTYYYYYY!!!!” Marijan banged on the stretcher and yelled incoherently. The EMT sighed, and helped the other workers hoist the man into the ambulance. It would be an uncomfortable ride to the hospital.
Yuri’s video was uploaded to Youtube, and went viral. Within a few hours, Marijan was know the world over as that creepy pervert who got his virginity stolen by a gorilla.
Marijan required a full colon reconstruction, as his anal wall was, as one surgeon put it, “pulpaliquified”. He was sent multiple gorilla plushies during his recuperation.
Two weeks after the incident, Marijan developed a previously unknown disease, believed to be a zoonosis transmitted to him by the gorilla.
And now, a exclusive sneak peak at:
Marijan Siclic and the Planet of the Rape Apes
“Mr. Siclik, your prognosis is....not so good.”
“Fuck you asscheese!”
“Mr Siclic, do not make me recant the hippocratic oath. You have developed a disease that is new to medical science. Congratulations, you’ll probably be the first to die from what we’ve taken to calling Marijan’s Syndrome.”
“Please don’t name a gorilla borne STD after me motherfucker.”
“Yes, insults are the perfect means to get your way. Now, Marijan’s Syndrome is currently responsible for the facial sores, oozing discharge, and cough. Based on the studies we’ve been able to conduct in these last few weeks, we believe that this will progress to loss of higher brain functions, uncontrollable aggression, organ liquefaction, and death. We do believe that we may have a way to give you a chance at survival. You see, Soviets leave old research at this hospital. Suspended animation chambers. Experimental. We believe that if we were to put you into a state of suspended animation, it would stall the virus’s progress, and give us time to develop a cure.”
“Stop talking and do it to me fucktard rape ape!”
The doctor smiled. The suspended animation was finicky. It had a record of leaving subjects permanently brain damaged. But it would stop Marijan from bitching at the staff about dying, and, well, severe brain damage would probably be an improvement.. Good riddance.
24 hours later, Marijan was lowered into the sarcophagus of the cryogenic chamber.
Light streamed into Marijan’s eyes for the first time in....how long? His last memories were of getting an injection, and being wheeled down a corridor. Shapes began to form. They were big. They were black. They were...
“Good morning brighteyes.”
They were gorillas. Talking gorillas in lab coats and uniforms.
Marijan shrieked and cowered in the chamber.
“JoJo, I think you scared him. Human, do you understand me?”
“ttaaalllking RAAAPPPE APPPPEEE!”
“....I’ll take that as a yes. Now, Mr. Siklic. This is probably all very scary for you, so I’ll try to explain things as best I can. Now, you were the human to fall into the enclosure containing BoBo The Great, and his assault of you sparked the start of the Ape Uprising and the Ape-Human War. This ended with the establishment of Croapetia, and the start of Ape Law. It’s been, ohhh, 200 hundred years. And we’ve revived you for the anniversary of BoBo’s Uprising, and the...special commemoration ceremony.
The Head Ape stepped forward and began to unzip his fly.
“GET YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF OF ME YOU DANG DIRTY RAPE APES” Marijan screeched.
Marijan “Holden” Siclik, know by his internet persona ‘thatincelblogger’, was waiting at the Zagreb zoo for his meth dealer to arrive. It was a bright, sunny day, so naturally Marijan was huddled in the shade next to the restrooms. He hated the sun. Well, he hated a lot of things. Women, whores, sluts, people not having sex with him, 4Macie, guatemalans, football players, the laughter of children, the Kiwi Farms, the emotion of joy, and men who could get a girlfriend. He had special distance for the last group. Ohh how he despised them, buff, brainless, manly, sweaty guatemalan nigger football players, with some brainless slut wrapped around them. Whenever Marijan saw one, he’d get right up in his dumb monkey face and tell him that he’s a half breed fuckwit who can empty himself into a diseased skank. At least, he imagined himself doing that. The only time he had actually done it, he had gotten his jaw broken.
Marijan glanced at the clock that towered above the crowd gathered around the monkey pit. 12:15. “Fuck, he was supposed to be here two hours ago. The fucker bailed again. Mother fucker.” Marijan groaned, grimaced, and walked out into the hated sun. He had missed his chance to score some meth. But perhaps he could score otherwise. Marijan scanned the crowd, and picked out a target. A young, blonde woman, dressed lightly. “Whore’s fucking asking for it.” Marijan thought, as he loped into the crowd, his goblin like face scaring several small children. He sauntered up next to the woman, and began mentally undressing her. His brow furrowed, and a thin line of drool dripped from his crusty lips. He felt a pulse of hatred and lust course through his body, and a slight tingling as his shriveled micropenis engorged with blood. He walked up, and grabbed the woman’s breasts.
“Whore, you shall reject the evils of feminism, and submit to me. I am not some rape ape, I am a superior nice gu-”
Marijan’s speech was interrupted by a high pitched shriek, followed by a cloud of burning liquid searing Marijan’s retinas. The woman had maced him.
“AHHHHHHHHAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHH, IT BURNS US, IT BURNS US!!!” Marijan wailed as he bent over and grabbed his eyes. He instinctively rubbed his eyes, further driving in the chemical and increasing his pain. He was overwhelmed, his entire worldview now consisted of a scorching grey blur, he felt as though there could be no greater pain than this.
Turns out that being grabbed by your testicals and neck can be a bit more painful than being maced. Marijan squealed as he was lifted by the mashed remains of his manhood and hurled into the rail overlooking the gorilla cage. Instinctively, he climbed, his puny, malnourished muscles working harder than they ever had in their life. Due to the pepper spray, he could not see that he had reached the top of the fence, and was taken completely by surprise when he felt the sickening feeling of falling, followed by intense pain. Marijan groaned and blinked. His vision was starting to return, and he could make out the people looking into the enclosure. They seemed to be pointing at something, and he could have sworn he saw some of the using video cameras. Marijan coughed out a mouth full of dirt and flailed in impotent rage. “You fucking whore feminist prude, I’m going to fucking rape you you fuc-” Marijan was cut off by something grabbing his ankle and dragging him backwards. Marijan sputtered as he struggled to look backwards. There was something big, and black, and hairy. Marijan’s pants were pulled down, exposing his pasty cracker ass to the watching crowd. A moment of horrific clarity suddenly struck Marijan. “Rape ape! RAAAAPE AAHHHPPPPPEEE!” Holden screeched as his hinee was violated by a silverback gorilla. The greasy croatian misogynist waved his arms like a blow up advertising figure as he struggled fruitlessly to stop the ape’s advances. This prompted the rape ape to slam his hands down on Marijan’s back, knocking the wind out of him. Marijan moaned in pain as his colon was reduced to a pulp by the gorilla’s banana. Up on the viewing overlook, the crowd watched, somewhere between horrified and amused, as the spectacle unfolded. Yuri, a local factory worker, had come to the zoo with his buddies and his new camcorder. It was getting good use, as not only had he got some creep getting maced by a chick, he was now getting the same creep getting raped by a gorilla. “This is going on Youtube as soon as I get home.” Yuri thought to himself.
Back in the pit, the gorilla gave a roar of pleasure as Marijan felt something disgustingly warm on his buns. The gorilla backed off, wandered to a shady spot under a tree, and fell asleep. Marijan sobbed, and began dragging himself away. He felt another strong grasp on his ankle. “NAAHHOOOO, NAHHOOOO RHAP APUHHHSSS!”...
“Okay kid, tell me again what happened.”
“RAPPPPP APPPPPPHS, RAAAAHHHPPPPP AHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSS!! DEY VIOLATED MAH INCEL SOVERGNTYYYYYY!!!!” Marijan banged on the stretcher and yelled incoherently. The EMT sighed, and helped the other workers hoist the man into the ambulance. It would be an uncomfortable ride to the hospital.
Yuri’s video was uploaded to Youtube, and went viral. Within a few hours, Marijan was know the world over as that creepy pervert who got his virginity stolen by a gorilla.
Marijan required a full colon reconstruction, as his anal wall was, as one surgeon put it, “pulpaliquified”. He was sent multiple gorilla plushies during his recuperation.
Two weeks after the incident, Marijan developed a previously unknown disease, believed to be a zoonosis transmitted to him by the gorilla.
And now, a exclusive sneak peak at:
Marijan Siclic and the Planet of the Rape Apes
“Mr. Siclik, your prognosis is....not so good.”
“Fuck you asscheese!”
“Mr Siclic, do not make me recant the hippocratic oath. You have developed a disease that is new to medical science. Congratulations, you’ll probably be the first to die from what we’ve taken to calling Marijan’s Syndrome.”
“Please don’t name a gorilla borne STD after me motherfucker.”
“Yes, insults are the perfect means to get your way. Now, Marijan’s Syndrome is currently responsible for the facial sores, oozing discharge, and cough. Based on the studies we’ve been able to conduct in these last few weeks, we believe that this will progress to loss of higher brain functions, uncontrollable aggression, organ liquefaction, and death. We do believe that we may have a way to give you a chance at survival. You see, Soviets leave old research at this hospital. Suspended animation chambers. Experimental. We believe that if we were to put you into a state of suspended animation, it would stall the virus’s progress, and give us time to develop a cure.”
“Stop talking and do it to me fucktard rape ape!”
The doctor smiled. The suspended animation was finicky. It had a record of leaving subjects permanently brain damaged. But it would stop Marijan from bitching at the staff about dying, and, well, severe brain damage would probably be an improvement.. Good riddance.
24 hours later, Marijan was lowered into the sarcophagus of the cryogenic chamber.
Light streamed into Marijan’s eyes for the first time in....how long? His last memories were of getting an injection, and being wheeled down a corridor. Shapes began to form. They were big. They were black. They were...
“Good morning brighteyes.”
They were gorillas. Talking gorillas in lab coats and uniforms.
Marijan shrieked and cowered in the chamber.
“JoJo, I think you scared him. Human, do you understand me?”
“ttaaalllking RAAAPPPE APPPPEEE!”
“....I’ll take that as a yes. Now, Mr. Siklic. This is probably all very scary for you, so I’ll try to explain things as best I can. Now, you were the human to fall into the enclosure containing BoBo The Great, and his assault of you sparked the start of the Ape Uprising and the Ape-Human War. This ended with the establishment of Croapetia, and the start of Ape Law. It’s been, ohhh, 200 hundred years. And we’ve revived you for the anniversary of BoBo’s Uprising, and the...special commemoration ceremony.
The Head Ape stepped forward and began to unzip his fly.
“GET YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF OF ME YOU DANG DIRTY RAPE APES” Marijan screeched.
