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Home Invasion

  1. #1
    Admin African Astronaut
    What is the basic runthrough like?

    Is it, bust in, tie everyone up, make people call their banks and do cash advances to their checking accounts, kill all, then start withdrawling?
  2. #2
    Ghost Black Hole
    Don't forget to do a rape
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  3. #3
    Admin African Astronaut
    Originally posted by Ghost Don't forget to do a rape

    Oh yeah. How could I forget? Must be the THC.

    I also forgot torture. But only if they don't cooperate.
  4. #4
    Ghost Black Hole
    my dick with no lube is torture enough
  5. #5
    Sudo Black Hole [my hereto riemannian peach]
    put a gun to their head then ask them of their fridge is running and when they say yes yell at them to go catch it
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  6. #6
    D4NG0 motherfucker
    From mmQ:

    Should she cut the veins first, or the arteries?

    "I guess I'll start from the beginning. She needs to calm THE FUCK down so we can get this over with. I know for a fact nobody has heard anything because there's no civilization for at least 10 miles each way. Been here about 2 hours and the 3 kids are bleeding out so slowly that they probably don't even notice how close they are to the end, or maybe they do, doesn't really matter I guess.

    Its the whole one thing leads to another that got us here and i could easily blame her but i have a shred of dignity and so admit that it's a mutual fault and likely more so mine than hers. Regardless, we're here now but it's fucked up and when a surprise home invasion leads to 5 close-to-deceased family members when you had guessed no more than 2, it brings a new level of anxiety and exhilaration to the equation.

    The place was random but there was only one car in the driveway and that's where the assumption of a small family first entered our minds. To be cautious, we didn't get out of the vehicle at first and just left 'er running with the lights on sort of into the living room window. Just waited for them to check what was going on and we'd explain our flat tire. Sure enough the father comes out and yells from a little distance wondering whats going on and i tell him. i shut the car off and he says to hang on and he heads back in and so me and the lady get out and lean on the back of our car that doesn't have a flat tire and wait.

    So guy comes back out a few minutes later with a flashlight and offers to take a look. I see his wife step out by the porch door and watch as her husband comes up to talk to us so I had to change the initial plan right off the get-go. Not a problem for a fan of the improvisational arts. I gave my woman a pinch of the cheek and she made haste to the man's wife to explain how she knew nothing about cars or some shit. When the man came around to check it out (because of course, as I told him, it was the rear passenger side tire that was flat) I didn't waste time. One thing I've learned is as soon as opportunity knocks, you hesitate for 1 second and everything changes. I knew it was early and I couldn't even be sure the women were inside the house yet but i bent down behind him and brought my knife across his neck so hard and fast that I knew the job was done and any threat he posed was over. I was relieved and thinking only the wife was left to deal with I was actually a bit disappointed. I went inside only to be pleasantly refreshed.

    They are all sitting around in the living room drinking tea or water. my woman, the other woman, and the 3 children all in their mid-teens. Polite and cordial and all that shit, talking about how long they'd lived there and other bs and I just got the biggest grin and started laughing from my core like I had never laughed. I imagine how awkward it was for them when they started laughing with me at first because it was indeed funny, and then when I just kept laughing, and laughing, and laughing….. the looks on their faces. Ha!

    So I'm totally 'in the zone' from this laughter and the high from deceasing the husband so efficiently, that I again went with my impulse and told the others that it really was like losing the lottery for them, and i don't think it made sense but it didn't matter because my next move drove the point across. i told em i was gonna go help their dad and went outside for a minute. i turned around glanced at my lady; gave her the eye of permission, then i left.

    There were a few barns in the lot, a grain silo, propane tank and miscellaneous farming equipment and I did a quick assessment to figure out our next move. It didn't take me long and I jump-stepped my way back to the house.

    I got back to the living room and there wasn't that much blood somehow, really i don't fucking get it at all but there wasn't and it was just a bonus to an otherwise smooth going visit. the mom laying there with a gunshot to the stomach; the three kids with their hands and feet all severed, respectively, and lots of twisted and really awful facial expressions from people who really really really wish that anything was happening to them other than that exact thing at that exact moment. And yet, such little blood, and she did this all by herself in the time it took me to have a smoke and survey the area. I did pick a winner…

    SO. Here we are now and this will bring you up to breast on the situation. The children are all 3 on the couch and we've given them just a few oxys because we have a little bit of compassion for ourselves and don't think we should have to watch them suffer so hard, for our own sake. They are 'content' for lack of a much better term because they certainly have not gave any indication that they are pleased with the events up to that point.

    The mom has literally got to only have like 5 or 10 minutes left, she's gasping so fucking hard and the hole in her stomach is just like this reverse muddled sinkdrain. the puddle of blood as collected in the basin of her stomach is so rich and so full… it's weird to watch a woman die like this. And so to my question!

    After she's dead, (again, because of our compassion), we are going to do a practice open heart surgery of sorts and just forgot if what things from the heart we should cut first. We'll probably try to make her heart work in one of the kids so maybe if it's the daughter it would work better or have a more likely chance I should say? Will post results but would like advice from anyone who can relate to this particular experience, or at least a similar one. Thankssomuch."
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