I can't sleep, tell me a story /rk9/

OP is a faggot haha hexd

OP is a faggot hahaha XD

Sunday was warm and sunny, just how I always fantasized it would be when I finally went through with it. I stared walking to the dumpster again, I think about 2pm, and I was really excited and nervous. I felt butterflies in my tummy, just anticipating what I was about to do.

The dumpster is in the alley behind a restaurant near my house. It gets emptied on Tuesdays, so by Sunday it's pretty stinky and there are flies buzzing around. Which means there are things rotting inside there and that's just perfect for me. A few times in the past I climbed into that dumpster and masturbated. Nothing too intense. Most I'd ever done was take off my pants and hump against the dirty garbage bags. And one time I laid there with my legs spread, watching the flies land on me.

So anyway, I walked down the alley to the dumpster, and as usual I made sure nobody was around, just to be extra careful. You have to go behind a tall wooden fence to even see the dumpster, and the restaurant is closed on Sunday anyway, so I knew I wouldn't be noticed. But this time there's no way I want to be disturbed. I climbed up and over the side and onto my hands and knees into the mass of plastic garbage bags and other miscellaneous rubbish. The bags felt warm from the sun. The smell in there was extremely foul, much worse than usual, and I knew it was because of my rotting meat. I sat and tried to get myself to relax for a few minutes. There was no reason to hurry. When I was ready, I calmly took off my sandals, my jeans, and my panties. Both pairs. I was wearing two pairs of tight panties with a bunch of my panty liners in the crotch, which keeps anything in my vagina from coming out when I move around. But I was going "all the way" this time, so I went ahead and got completely naked. That was a weird feeling, being totally nude inside the dumpster. It seemed very erotic to me. The sun felt warm on my skin, especially my boobs, which pretty much never see the sun.

THERE ONCE WAS A BIG GUY CALLED BANE. ONE DAY ANOTHER BIG GUY CALLED ENAB SAID "I BET YOU CAN'T CRASH CIA'S PLANE" AND BANE SAID "FOR YOU" AND THEN BANE CRASHED CIA'S PLANE AND CIA SAID "WOW I GUESS IN THE END YOU TRULY WERE A BIG GUY FOR ME"
THE END

I took a pair of rubber kitchen gloves out of my pants pocket and put them on. There was no way I could bring myself to actually touch a maggot with my bare hands. Lying with my back against the side of the dumpster, I fingered my pussy. I was really wet already. I knew I would be. The sensation of the rubber glove against my clit felt unusual, and I kind of liked it. I did that for a little while, just thinking about what I was about to do, while staring at the smaller garbage bag in the far corner of the dumpster where I'd left it yesterday. I still felt the butterflies in my tummy. I kept thinking to myself that I can't wimp out, that I had to go through with this. I wished for a moment that someone else was there to force me to do it, but decided that it was somehow much more sick and depraved to do it to myself willingly. And I thought, yeah, that's me. That's what I want. I deserve this. And so I knew it was time to do it

I got back on my hands and knees and crawled to the other side of the dumpster. I sat down next to my garbage bag, gently picked it up and placed it in front of me. The terrible smell was already stronger. Carefully, I tore the bag open. And there they were. There had to be thousands of maggots, kind of beige-yellow with little black spots on them, all writhing in a large mass. I couldn't even see the rotting meat underneath them. Dozens more maggots clung to the inside of the black plastic, which was coated with a thick light-brown slime. It was such a repulsive sight I thought I was going to throw up right there. But I didn't. I took a few minutes to get control of myself, fingering my clit while staring at the maggots, trying to work up the courage to continue.

I scooped up some of the slime on my gloved finger and brought it to my nose. I knew what it was from the reading I'd done before. It was digestive juices from the maggots, full of bacteria. And it smelled just horrible. I thought to myself, that's what I'm going to smell like. That's the stench that's going to come from my vagina. I want that, I thought, spreading my legs wide apart. I dragged my slimy finger between my pussy lips. My clit felt like a hard little pebble beneath the slime. I didn't want to cum right then, though, and I was still right on the edge of gagging, too. But I knew there was no turning back now, so I let my fingers lightly touch the top of the maggot mass. The maggots felt like nothing I'd experienced before. They seemed to have such energy, totally different from picking up an earthworm or something. And they felt so alive. I was fascinated and nauseated at the same time. Sinking my fingers into the mass, I felt the solid meat beneath. Gently breaking it apart, I could see that the meat had turned gray except for the very center which was still pink, and that the maggots had penetrated into it but not too deeply yet. There was still plenty of food for my filthy little babies. I broke off a small chunk of meat that was covered on one side with maggots and held it for a moment while I fought back another urge to vomit. It was finally time, I thought. I leaned forward, and holding my pussy lips apart with one hand, I gritted my teeth and pushed the maggot-covered chunk of meat into my vagina. And then, totally without expecting it, I had an orgasm. A quick, sharp one that only made me want more.

And more was coming. I broke off another small chunk of meat, along with another part of the maggot mass and pushed it inside me. This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I was practically hyperventilating, too. I wasn't thinking at all about the noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the maggots squirming inside my vagina. Just the idea of it made me cum again.

Finally, once I had crammed all of the rotten meat, and all of the maggots I could inside me, I felt so filthy, so disgusting, like I'd turned myself into some low, depraved sort of beast. And that made me so incredibly hot, together with the constant movement of the maggots inside me. But it was time to go. Holding my hand over my crotch, I slowly crawled back to my clothes and managed to get dressed again without anything coming out. I put the gloves back into my pocket and climbed out of the dumpster. And right then I could hold back the revulsion of what I'd just done no longer. Holding myself up against the side of the dumpster, I threw up. Ever vomited while you were horny? It's weird.

Walking home down the alley, I felt like I was in a daze. I kept asking myself how I could have done this to myself, but then asking why I'd waited so long. I had to walk slowly to make sure nothing got squeezed out of my vagina, but also to keep from cumming again. I found myself amazed at the whole thing, that I'd stuffed the most intimate part of myself with these things that were too disgusting to even touch without gloves. And that I was totally getting off on it.

>>39059977
Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died.

The end originally.

Once I was home, I locked myself in my bedroom, took off my clothes, except for my double-panties, and got into bed. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel the maggots squirming inside me. For a while I tried to watch TV, but I could really pay attention to it. The maggots were too wonderfully distracting. I skipped dinner. Later on, when I really had to pee, I did it by taking down my panties and holding my hand over my crotch, wearing the rubber gloves, of course.

The next morning I called off of work after being awake most of the night. I mainly stayed naked in my bed all day masturbating, barely getting up for anything. I wanted to do nothing but let my nauseating little babies grow inside my pussy. Pretty early, though, I realized the smell was getting really horrible. I opened the window. I also wet a bath towel and stuffed it under my bedroom door. I didn't want my parents to get suspicious.

A little later on I realized that I didn't need the panties to hold the maggots and the meat inside me. The mass pretty much stayed in place as long as I laid kind of still. I thought hey, I guess that means I'm infested, which made me cum again. I was always right on the edge of orgasm, and it didn't take much to go over the edge. I also noticed that the maggots seemed to be more active if I kept my legs apart and realized that they probably needed to breathe. So that's how I stayed a lot of the time. I did get up and read my email and posted an update on my web page but I couldn't seem to think clearly enough to write much. Then I had to pee again, but I just didn't want to get up. So I just peed in the bed. It made me cum. I just wanted to keep feeling the maggots moving. And they were. They seemed even stronger, in anything. I was totally in heaven with it. I didn't eat at all, either.

I heard my parents come home from work. During the evening my mom said hello through the door and wondered why I was staying in my room like a hermit. I said I was reading a novel all the way through at once, which I actually do sometimes. She left me alone. I hoped she didn't smell anything. I surfed the Web for a while that night and looked at porn. I came a few more times. I decided to go ahead and take a shit in my bed, right where I was. That just made me more turned on and I ended up smearing some of my shit over my thighs and my pussy and cumming again. I noticed that the maggots started coming out a bit. Maybe they liked the shit. A couple tmes one would creep up on my belly. I'd just flick it back down between my legs.

I was getting tired at that point. It really was time to sleep and my vagina was throbbing and kind of sore from all of the attention. But I was most worried about making sure my maggots could breathe while I was sleeping. Somehow, I managed to find the energy to place a chair on either side of my bed and use sheets to tie my ankles to them. That would keep my legs apart during the night. I pulled the blankets over myself and dozed off lying in my piss and shit.

For the most part I slept through the night, but I kept waking up sweating, with my vagina throbbing worse. I knew I was getting a bad infection from this, but I didn't care. I was not thinking right. I could also feel maggots crawling all over me. I guess I decided I liked that and I'd play with my clit until I came again. I don't know if I realized at the time that I wasn't wearing the rubber gloves anymore. I'd fall back to sleep and wake up again later with little phrases running through my head.

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back-to-back they faced one another,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest those two dead boys.
A paralyzed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind men in the eye,
Sent him through a rubber wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too!

You die in your sleep every time, when you wake up, its just another person assigned to your body to live in this simulation for a day

Other girls have babies but I give birth to decay and filth, I'd keep thinking to myself. Or I'd say I'm probably ruining my womb and I don't care, I want to be ruined. I know I must have been hallucinating from the infection. I was hoping the maggots had given up on the rotten meat and were eating my vagina instead. My fingers were buried inside my vagina, with my fingertips against part of the meat. Whenever I pressed on it, the maggots would squirm faster and I'd climax again. I could do it over and over and keep cumming.

Finally it was Tuesday morning and sunlight made me wake up. I knew I was really, really sick at that point. I felt weak and dizzy, I knew I had a fever, and now my whole lower belly was sore and throbbing. Despite all that I was still horny and I was still right on the edge of cumming. And then for some reason, all I wanted to do was see my maggots.

I pulled the blankets aside and saw that I really did have maggots crawling all over my body. I was so whacked out I loved it. But I also saw that I had a rash spreading over my tummy and my thighs, and I was soaked with sweat. And then suddenly I needed to see what it looked like between my legs. I sat up a little, picked up the hand mirror I have on the table next to my bed, and held it between my thighs.

My pussy was totally gaped wide open. I'd never seen it like that before. It reminded me of a mouth in a sick, gagging expression. My inner lips were swollen and dark purple, almost black, while my outer lips were cherry red and I was losing a layer of dead skin, like a sunburn. A stream of the light brown slime was oozing from inside my vagina and down my butt crack onto the shitty mattress. Although I could still feel a large mass of maggots and rotten meat inside me, there were maggots everywhere between my legs. Hundreds of them.

And then I saw my fingers on my pussy. They plunged deep into my vagina and dragged out a wad of slime and maggots, which I pressed hard against my clit. I remember having a huge orgasm right then, and I must have passed out. I think I was sobbing too, but I'm not sure.

That's all I remember until I woke up in the hospital.

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This is helping pls don't stop magget tale

>>39060119
4chan everyone, applaud

>>39059977
Sure OP, it's just some ramblings about my upbringing, so forgive me if it seems incoherent at times.

My family and I moved around a lot when I was younger. When I was born we lived in a large farm in South Africa that my father was supposed to inherit, but my granddad sold the farm so we had to move to town.
It was a smallish town (for South Africa), only 40 thousand people lived there, but I loved it. I remember three things very vividly, one was the day we moved there. I don't know if you ever experienced this, but there is no greater feeling than falling asleep in the back of a warm car, surrounded by your siblings as you make your way to your new home. It's tranquility personified and if there's anything I miss about being a child it's that.
The second thing I remember was during a birthday party of mine, I had a lot of friends, since South African communities tend to be very tightly knit (with all the murder of whites and hatred against us etc). Anyway, we hired a jumping castle and being the little shits that we were, we all gathered around a tower and pulled it down with our weight. Then we'd take turns launching each other into the air.
It was finally my turn and the excitement had sent me into one of those, almost cocaine like states, that you typically get from a sugar rushed child. I got onto the tower and they sent me flying and for a brief moment I felt freer than I had ever felt before.
Have you ever had one of those dreams where you're flying through the air and you feel completely untouchable and invincible? It was kind of like that, until I started to fall and I just missed hitting my head against an iron table on the lawn.
The third thing I remember is my dad building a pseudo playground for us out of an old tree he cut down. We used to play as knights with the structures as our castle, pirates, with the logs as our ships etc. It was a blast.

1/?

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>open thread
>see blowfly girl story
Blast from the fucking past.

>>39060228
Your life sounds interesting . My life was always so boring and bland

>>39060228
We moved again, however, about a year later and this time to a government owned farm. We were renting a small house with a very large yard there as the water was free and the rent was insanely cheap.

My dad, the amazing craftsman that he is, decided that he would give us something he always wanted as a kid and so he build a 'foefie slide' which is what we call a zipline. He took an old plastic water tank, build a big structure to hold it in the air and used that as the floor for the slide. Then he connected a cable from the top of the now erected water tank structure to a tree at the other end of our yard (again we had a very big yard).
We played on that thing for days at a time, sometimes just sitting there talking about our favorite WWE wrestlers and which dinosaurs we liked best this week. It was heaven.
We did have a few accidents, since there was nothing holding you onto the handle (usually ziplines have a seat, but we just had a pull up bar handle) some kids just didn't have the upper body strength to hold on and so fell about 2 stories onto the grass. There's be lots of crying, but eventually they'd get right back in line. We also had a fair few people crash into the tree as they didn't jump off when they got too close, so we put an old mattress there to buffer the stop.

2/?

>>39060340
Is it hot in South Africa? What did you grow on the farm

>>39060340
One thing you have to know about South Africa is that it's one of the, if not the worst place on earth to live as a white farmer. Blacks hate our guts and a mini genocide is occurring there atm.

That said I didn't know this as a kid. I knew to stay close to my family at all times when in town, but on the farm I couldn't be contained. I'd wake up at 6 am on the weekend and take our 6 dogs (yup, but they were lovely) and we'd go and explore the farm. We discovered an old dried up pool as well as several cool locations we referred to as secret places, they really weren't but we were pirates at the time and needed a place to bury our treasure. The treasure, was fools gold, genuine fools gold, that we found in small amounts on a small hill of rocks about 10 minutes from the pool.
We genuinely thought we struck gold at the time and because we were pirates we hid it in our 'secret' places where no one else could find them.
We eventually did discover that it was fool's gold as my best friend was very interested in rocks and had an amazing collection since his uncle was a geologist.
We were disappointed sure, but by then we had moved on from being pirates to being absolutely infatuated with history and the game 'Age of Empires.'

We'd spend weeks (or rather multiple weekends since we lived out of town) creating elaborate plots and epic heroes that we'd reenact on our castles and secret places. We even went through a power rangers stage, which I genuinely do miss. It was pretty epic as a kid.

3/?

>>39060385
I live in New Zealand now, but when I went back it got up to 40 degrees celsius. It's very very hot where I lived. We didn't grow anything as we only rented the house because of the free water and cheap rent.

We had a whole bunch of chickens, some ducks and even raised a few goats for my granddad. If the mother had died or it needed human hands to nurture because it was weak he'd bring it to us.

>>39060463
Crush wise we did the typical shit you'd see in kids our age. We played the cooties tag game where if a girl caught you they'd have to kiss you (we boys are fast so they never did catch us), we dared each other to kiss, we did the k-i-s-s-i-n-g thing etc.
One thing we did which I think is somewhat unique (embarrassing, but unique) is that my closest friends and I, about 5 of us with me as the figurehead, dared one of the girls to strip for us and show us her body for about a minute or so. She agreed on the condition that one of us did the same. None of my friends wanted to do it, so I volunteered. She got naked and I made her show us everything for about a minute or two. She then got dressed and as I was getting undressed an adult came in and asked what we were doing. I'm 99%sure she caught me, but she was cool and said nothing to our parents (otherwise I wouldn't be alive today, South African parents are brutal).

I also never had trouble with girls as I was a good looking kid and because I couldn't stand seeing people left out or upset I sort of became a peacekeeper/leader wherever we went. Status+looks = little girl crushes.

I however had my eyes set on one girl and one girl alone and she never looked my way. We were good friends, she was my best female friend and I was her best male friend. We wreaked all kinds of mischief, but not once did she look at me the same way the other girls did.
We stayed friends while I lived there, but eventually I did move on from my childhood oneitis and dated a couple of girls in NZ, but it died off as soon as it started.
4/?

>>39060663
The trouble came when we moved for the third time, because this time we moved across the country. You see, because I'd had these friends since I was born and because I'm fiercely loyal as a person, I never really learned how to make friends or how to interact with new people.
So when we got to this new city and for the 3 years we lived there I was completely alone. It was 100% my own doing as the other kids were very friendly and wanted to be friends with me, but I just didn't know how to open up and let them in the shell around me. I'd kind of shut myself in emotionally to deal with the move because I don't think I could've coped otherwise. As I said I'm fiercely loyal, so having to abandon the people I loved to much hurt me more than anything I'd ever felt up to that point.

I dealt with the pain by wrestling. I got ripped, I was good at it and it definitely got me respect in school, but the shell I constructed didn't allow me to enjoy any of it.

I also discovered video games at this time, not just Age of Empires, but a whole plethora of games. We bought a ps2 and played COD3, all day long as long as need for speed (most wanted!) and a bunch of other ones.
My dad naturally saw me isolating myself and immediately tried to rectify the situation by getting more and more involved in my life. It got to the point where I'd cry the night before a wrestling tournament, not because I was scared of the competition, but because I was horrified at having my father lecture me all day on how I should do things.
When I won a match he'd spend literal hours telling me how to improve, how I could do things better, how he did it as a child.
It was an information overload and he'd constantly try to make me do the things he talked about by either comparing me to himself or one of the other kids there.

I don't know if you've ever had this done to you, bu nothing destroys self esteem like constantly comparing yourself to people better than you. 5/?

>>39060795
The comparisons continued until one day it hit me. He spent way more time giving me advice when I won than when I lost. When I lost he'd say "good job, you did your best, don't worry about it, you'll get them next time." but when I won it would be 2 hours of soul crushing advice.

So I learned to lose. I learned to give just enough effort to lose convincingly, nothing more and nothing less.

It's been hell trying to unlearn this behaviour, but I'm starting to. Moving out was the best thing I could have done for this, but I'm still a ways away from getting rid of it.

Those are my ramblings, so I apologize for the life story.

>>39060203
This was actually real

>>39060795
How did you mom and dad make money if they didn't farm?

>>39061052
Dad was a well off banker, mom was a housewife.

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>>39059977
In a far off land, in ancient times, a giant rock shattered into a smaller rock, and that rock shattered into a monkey.

A monkey who's strength was immeasurable, and tact lackluster.

Once freed from his stone captivity, the monkey came across a hoard of other monkeys. These monkeys made the decision to lead the river of their homes to its source. When they reached the start of the river, they found a waterfall and decided the monkey first to explore it would be their king.

The monkey born of stone was the first t enter, and found an eden with abundant food and wealth for the monkeys to enjoy.

After centuries, the king of monkeys came to the realization of his mortality, and went on a quest to find the secret to immortality. On his quest he found a wise sage on top a mountain of heart and mind. A top this mountain the wise sage named the monkey king Sum Wukong,

After seven years of training Wukong's soul the sage revealed his secret of immortality to the king. A secret, rejected by the courts of heaven thus cursing Sum Wukong to test of mortality. Namely fire, lightening, and banishment. To avoid the court of heaven's test the wise sage trained the monkey king in the way of shape shifting. After years of training the king the sage sent him home to continue his rule among the monkeys.

While away, the king of havoc kidnapped monkeys from the waterfall as slaves, inspiring the monkey king to liberate his subjects.

Using his strength and quickness, the king of havoc was bested by the monkey king and his slaves sent to their homes. This event lead to the creation of the monkey army to prevent further kidnappings and invasions.

I'll continue soon.

>>39061239
Neat, can I be one of the monkeys mommy

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>>39061239
In the ocean to the east Wukong journeyed to visit the dragon to acquire weapons and armour. In search of a weapon the king got the idea to use the dragon palace's size, changing pillars as a staff. As, when these pillars change size they are the same weight. The dragon gathered his brothers to make an outfit fit for the king.

When he returned home, as a show of his power, Sum Wukong changed into a giant monkey to intimidate the local demons. Once they saw the monster he could become they formed an alliance with him.

While napping one day, Sum Wukong was kidnapped by mercenaries of the king of hell. This was problematic as his immortality means he is to be immune to hell. He escaped his captures to meet with the ten kings of hell, who told him of his still present mortality.

In disbelief he ask to see the ledgers of the dead. Once he saw his name, as well of the names of his monkey subjects, he crossed them out to gain immunity to hell.

In the kingdom of heaven the Jade emperor saw the troubles caused by Sum Wukong. While the emperor planned on arresting Wukong the spirit of Venus suggested to send Wukong into Heaven's ranks to satisfy his power lust and discipline him. The emperor approved the Venus' offer and sent him to the monkey king to deliver the news of his rank in the kingdom of heaven.

When taken into Heaven, the jade emperor made him head of the imperial stables. Satisfied with this, Wukong preforms his duties. Until a cocky episode lead him to the realization that head of the stables is, in fact, the lowest rank in the court of Heaven. To this knowledge he beat up many imperial guards and returned home to protest the emperor's rule.

tbc

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>>39061343
To arrest the monkey king the emperor sent the Spirit god to capture Wukong. In the charge of attack, Wukong punched the god back to heaven. A prince was sent in disguise of a child. Laughing at the pretense of fighting a kid, the prince shifted into a giant six armed monster, provoking Sum Wukong to shift into a giant monster. After Wukong bested the prince, the Jade emperor planned to send his whole army to execute Sum Wukong. The spirit of Venus consulted the emperor to give Sum Wukong a higher rank in heaven, namely the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Wukong is given this title and a lounge in heaven filled with food, servants, and all he wants.

Under concerns of Wukong growing board with this hedonism, the emperor gives Wukong the responsibility of maintaining a garden of peaches of immorality.

As these peaches grant immortality, Wukong finds himself tempted to eat one, finding it sweet and juicy he ate another, and another, and so on.

Time soon comes for the Queen Mother of heaven to hold a festival. When maidens were sent to the gardens to gather the peaches, they are knocked out by Wukong and Wukong disguises himself as an attendant of the festival.

At the festival he finds himself in the presence of magic wine granting immortality. After drinking the entire supply he sneaks into Lao Tzu's palace to sleep. In Tzu's alchemy lab Wukong finds pills of immortality, and he takes them all. After sobering up he went back home tot he mountain waterfall.

In the Jade Emperor's court, the emperor finds himself listening to the complaints of the festival's attendees. The emperor sends his entire army to invade the monkeys' home. In the battle, Sum Wukong alone finds himself fighting the army of heaven to come out victorious. After the monkey king's victory Er Lang, a powerful god, was sent to fight the monkey. In the fight between Wukong and Lang the monkey army runs away.

tbc again.

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>>39059977
If you're looking for something to read here's Zen Stories to Tell Your Neighbors:
http://www.arvindguptatoys.com/arvindgupta/zen-for-neighbours.pdf

Here's some creepy pasta too.

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>>39061512
As his army ran away, Wukong transforms into a bird, than Lang transforms into a hawk, and than Wukong transforms into a predator, and Lao Tzu catches the monkey king by entrapping him in a strong net.

When sent to the kingdom of heaven Wukong sees himself in the ground of execution. In many attempts, the immortal Wukong survives all methods of execution. Tzu suggest removing the immortality by boiling him for forty nine days.

After this is complete, Wukong still has immortality, and in a fit of rage promptly kicks the collective asses of all those in heaven.

The Jade emperor, at a loss, calls the Buddha. Buddha and his disciples are sent to deal with Wukong. Buddha ask Wukong what his demands were, to which Wukong replied "to rule heaven in place of the Jade emperor." To which Buddha bets with Wukong that if Wukong can escape from the palm of his hand, he can overtake the emperor. Accepting, Wukong places himself in Buddha's hand and jumps to the end of the universe. There he finds five pillars holding it in place.

Wukong drew on one of the pillars and urinated on it before jumping back to heaven. When he returned Wukong told Buddha about his trip to the end of the universe, to which Buddha replies " I am one with everything. So, as a result, you never escaped my hand." To which he held his hand up for Wukong to show Wukong's graffiti and the smell of his urine on one of his fingers.

Wukong tries to escape to his monkey kingdom, but Buddha traps a mountain on him, and seals Wukong under it with a magic lid, where Wukong is trapped for five hundred years.

The end.

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>>39061239
>>39061343
>>39061512
>>39061661
td;dr

Basically a monkey kicks all the asses until Buddha traps him under a mountain.

>>39061670
yep, traditional chinese story. A ngihtmare to read back in my days of learning ching chong.

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>>39059977
>be me loser
>have one friend through highschool that was also a robot
>were both grown up now and hes in college while im wageslaving
>we get together last month to smoke weed and talk
>he doesnt play vidya anymore, he got a personal trainer and has started playing piano again
>get kinda deppressed comparing myself to him but maybe we can still have fun
>try and get him to walk with me to our favorite spot on top of a hill we used to go to in HS
>seems reluctant
>i just shrug it off and smoke with him more
>he seems really disinterested whenever i try to strike up a convo about ANYTHING
>even when i talk about his new normalfag hobbies
>eventually after buying some weed from him we go to get some food at the market
>get weird looks from everyone around and feel like im being watched
>i decide that im not hungry and sit down at the front patio
>while im waiting for him i hear him talking to some chad
>"hey thats your buddy anon right there right?"
>no hes not my friend
>...
>cant believe what i heard
>they continue talking and walk deeper into the store
>...
>sit in silence for a few minuted reflecting on all the time i wasted back in high school with him
>and even now im wasting my day off with a complete stranger
>get up and take the bus back home

Thats the story of me losing all hope i had left of having a friend, i decided after that day that people are not worth the time and effort they cost.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, and hopefully you learned something too.

>>39062257
If I'm not mistaking, this is just an asininely short summery of the beginning of a six thousand page book.

Once upon a time there was the faggot who came up with the stupid calarts noodle limb art"""style""". The end

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>>39060854
I was enjoying it up until the part where you quit everything you had because your dad talked at you too much.