Role Play: Reloaded

ROTFLMAO@Gold finch!

You just saw it?

Ideas guys next scenario!  Everyone feelfree to post about previous ones as well!

Stephens gonna have to play catch up.

Gold finch you and murder sha!

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@Lady T, Onyinye and Gold Finch

Glad you liked it. ,  . .

LOL@Negro

I know you will break all records and this is the thread for you. My only concern is the concentrated english!  Please put a warning if a dictionary will the needed to decipher your novel!

  Look forward to your replies

Is it my turn yet?  I would like to write about the bad kuli kuli I dashed Finch in exchange for her affection.

@CH3COO
We have 1 hr left, do you want to spend it with me?

@LadyT
obsessed ke? I just love the mysteries

@CH3COO
You don't have a choice.

I locked us in.

The key is in my underwear

oshi bururku!

Who has PO? hiss

Anyways, can you please contribute to the thread?

Thanks, baby

What's the thread about? Horror? I love horror . .
Let me think of a story.

I am haunted ooo. . . .Nightmares, phantasmogoria, ila buruku


Haunted by a scene from way back. An event from childhood. Gosh, thinking about it. . . . .

They tell me, reliving the story with other will provide some relief. . . . . .

I was in Primary 1 then, or was it Primary 2. Anyways, it don't really matter.
We were the prey-mantis hunters back then, me and my clique. And boy were we good. We would jump on the
hopping suckers and tear them apart limb by limb. legs first, heads last, i guess to make sure every ounce of pain
registered in the creature's brain.

Our hunting ground was a large parcel of grass. Overgrown weeds seething with hopping preys. What a delight.
We would tease the poor mantis to exhaustion, until it literally gave up and gave in to its Gothic fate. Right in an obscure corner
of this grounds was a one of those contraptions, I suspect almost unique to Nigeria. Everywhere else in the world, at least other places
I have been, their cesspits/septic tanks are buried undergoround. But in many locales in Nigeria, as if to show off an architectural marvel,
their crowns are allowed to rear the head for all to see. Archetypal 'Towers of Shit' you might say.

But this particular one on our playground was no longer concrete on top. In several places where it had given way, it ws augmented
with planks of wood. Of course it reeked. We are talking about the shit of little pikins here, excreta derived from a sweet tooth. But we kids
never noticed. You can ignore most things when you are having fun, and what was more fun than ripping a Prey-Mantis apart.

Amongst us Barbarians, was an especially outstanding hunter. While we ripped our victims with a degree of remorse, he ripped his with glee, a guttural
emmision right from the depths. And he was an avid hunter. There was no talking with Ekaete when he was on a mission. All and everything was fazed out.  And so it was on this day. He was on the tail of his quarry with even more zeal than usual. But this mantis was almost inexhastible. It skipped in all
directions, evading capture. The more it skipped, the more resolute was Ekaete.  Just as Ekaete seemed to be getting one up on the mantis, in one last
act of defiance, the mantis heaved itself up on the contraption, and with equal zeal Ekaete hopped after it.

The Wood gave way. . . . . . ,   . . ,  . .  . .Mantis and Ekaete falling down one seeming maelstrom of IGBE



It so happened that I had been the only spectator to the whole drama. The other members of our murderous group
were off in a little corner, marvelling at each other's conquests. I simply stood there. . . my little mind trying to comprehend what had happened.
Then I started crying, I was crying as I ran to the nearest class to the nearest adult.

I found one. . ,  .' Tisha, Tisha, Tisha. . . . .Ekaete has fallen into the suck-away'

It is remarkable how swift she was. . . . or how she understood me. She went to another class, grabbed a male teacher, and egged me on.

We got there, almost all of him gone. . . . .quicksand or quickshit had almost swallowed him. His fingers were all we could see, a last cry for salavation

He was pulled out, in all his brown faecal glory. Laid out on the floor, non breathing. They quickly started pumping at his chest, and with every maggot, every green slimy faeces, or brown nugget of igbe that spewed forth from his mouth, we all thought Ekaete was gone.

But then he coughed, he coughed again. . . .and for comic measure, one of the adults who had gathered round suggested,
'Make person give am Mouth to Mouth' na.

I had long gone though. . . .The picture of all that excreta thriving forth from my friend's mouth had been too much.

The image that lives with me till today. . . . . .The one that haunts me. The cause of my 'Nocturnia'

LOL

Doyin, u r a sick sick person 

 
Picks up Jaw from the ground.  Gross.
You weave wonder with your words.
Very good  

What bloody scenario was that again?

LOL In light of Doyins wildness I do the unthinkable and ask the people to write

Erotica

Disclaimer: No Gonzo style porn PLEASE.  Key word Sensual

Sensual ke? Practicals are always better than theory. 

I was only following instructions na. . .