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Greetings, /v/. I come to you with a tale.
01 – “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”
>Be me.
>Be an elegant and handsome knight playing second life after forgetting about it for over a year.
>Meet some babes who are clearly old men irl and go to interesting sims together in an adventure party. We’ll only call them "sloots".
This is the tale of what we found one horrid night. It all started like many second life stories, with a naughty key word put in the search bar for a new sim to goof around in. A simple word like “furry” or phrase such as “fuck dungeon” could take you to places you never could’ve imagined to be created by the saddest forms of life this world has to offer. We took interest in one server in particular; its name was “Stonetalon,” a supposed furry transformation sim. Real people in the world logged on just to be transformed into an inanimate object to be toyed with and taken control of. This sim seemed boring. But alas, we delved into this adventure gung-ho. We had no idea what horrors the night was to offer us.
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02 - “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
One look into the sim was all it took to understand just how deplorable the residents were. People were turned into almost every inanimate object you could think of: paintings, couches, obscene statues at every turn, and even toilets. Their eyes would still blink, their tails still wagging, watching as unsuspecting adventurers wandered through their fetishized lifestyles. But one building stood out. A marble white block of unkown eeriness stood in our path. A “Transformation Laboratory” with warning signs is what housed the terrible creatures we would later know as “drones”. With a hesitant step, the sloots and I opened the doors.
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03 - “From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.”
>Pic very much fucking related
Our senses were blasted with this scenery. Creatures being enveloped by rubber and becoming play things for deviants to do with as they please. This “factory” was, what I imagined, the heart of this entire sim’s operations. We were in the heart of the beast. There stood a “drone” just down the main hall, clad in a bio-suit of some sort. A pony with a gas mask breathing heavily was aware of our presence. We were worried, but held our ground. The sloots then wandered in ahead of me as I stood baffled. They began chatting with the faceless creature, questioning its intentions.
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04 - “That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.”
The residents of this hellish fetish were sitting in wait for us. This couch in particular was interesting, as they never said anything. The only response was “…”. As I was trying to understand its intentions, the sloots were quickly getting messaged by the drones. It seems they invited more of their ilk to get in on some possible action. The sloots played along, tempting fate and going deeper into this rabbit hole we found ourselves in.
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05 - “Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.”
My glance came across a set of cubes with the faces of drones plastered on one side. One of the drones was in the middle of coitus with one of the “babbles”. The other babble caught on to my curiosity, and began to roleplay with me. I was thoroughly disgusted with what intentions the babble had, yet I needed to delve deeper like my comrades already had. I was then theoretically balls-deep in this adventure.
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06 – “Imagination is a very potent thing, and in the uneducated often usurps the place of genuine experience.”
This was the result of our love-making. I came onto a paper weight after ferociously touching its edges and vertices. My soul and well-being have been sullied by an anthropomorphic pony turned into a babble.
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07 - “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
What I went through was nothing compared to what lie behind me as I covered the babble in my jizm. Unbeknownst to me, the sloots that followed me in this adventure have been slowly turning into the drones from which they roleplayed with. The horror crept up my spine as I was the only non-participant in this disgusting act of transforming into inanimate objects. The sloots stood on the desk where the babble and I performed our deed, breathing heavy with the masks they now wore without shame. The red-coated drone was what I called the “headmaster”. I questioned him as to why he would do such a thing, and his only response was pyro noises from TF2. I took one last look at my changed friends and decided to leave this abyss immediately. I never looked back. Not even once.
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08 – Conclusion
And so that was the tale of my adventure. Needless to say, I will have many adventures to look forward to in this wacky video game.
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OP wanted love for his thread but instead, we gave him Pale Shelter.
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>>377830108
fuck off with your reddit humor
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>>377831732
I don't understand, anon. In what ways is this considered "Reddit humor"?
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bump from an older place on a younger time.
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>>377830913
>and his only reaponse was pyro noises from TF2
Lost. Thugs shit reminds me of an era long past. If you were in a coma or locked up for all these years then I'd shudder your experiences of playing catch up on this forsaken board.
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