I'm in a pissed-off mood... Time to release some anger. Hostel-style...


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Seeker_of_Truth wakes up strapped to a gourney, thick leather straps binding him by the wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. A bright light shines directly in his face, like that of a dentist's office...

If the poor bastard only knew...

Seeker tries to say something, but he quickly realizes he can't - a thick layer of duct tape has been wrapped around his mouth.

'Oh, my God...' he thinks, his heart pounding. 'Where am I!?'

Slowly, the door across the room opens; a figure entirely concealed by a black hooded cloak enters and produces a table lined with surgeon's tools.

"Hello, Seeker." the voice says in an evil, emnotionless voice. "I'll make this brief: My name is CuleX, and you are about to die slowly and painfully, for no apparent reason."

Seeker's eyes bug out as he hears this and the one called CuleX grabs a scalpel. Deftly, the robed figure presses it just deep enough into Seeker's stomach so that it pierces the skin and flesh while leaving the organs underneath undamaged. Dark red fluid seeps from the wound, increasing in volume as CuleX slits clear across Seeker's belly. The strapped man can do nothing but squirm and utter muffled groans of agony as his stomach is sliced open like a ripe orange.

Then, CuleX makes two perpendicular incisions at either end of the primary one, his icy eyes showing no sign of remorse despite the utterances of horror and anguish filling his ears due to the sideways 'I'-shaped gashes in his skin and flesh. CuleX then proceeds to 'unfold' the severed flesh from Seeker's stomach, exposing the newer forum member's internal organs to the light as though he were opening a set of double doors.

By this point, tears are streaming down Seeker's face as CuleX replaces the scalpel and then, using a pair of foreceps, grasps the end of Seeker's large intestine and pulls the entire intestinal tract free, yanking it inch by excruciating inch fom Seeker's body like some gruesome perversion of a magician's never-ending handkerchiefs.

When the intestines have been pulled to their limits, CuleX reaches in and lifts up Seeker's stomach; a quick slash of his scalpel partially severs the organ from the intestines, the former of which begins to spurt out a steady stream of hydrochloric acid. With ninjalike speed, CuleX directs the acidic flow into Seeker's semi-severed intestines, causing them to begin to corrode and boil with a sickening hissing sound.

Under his mask of tape, Seeker screams in unbridaled agony as his intestines are melted by his own stomach acid before his eyes. The helpless TPM'er's eyes roll back in his head as he begins to vomit... Oh, wait, he can't anymore.

[ONE HOUR LATER]

Mundane details aside, CuleX has finally grown bored of his 'playmate,' whose new critical injuries include a pair of shattered and re-shattered kneecaps, a few sawed-off ribs poking up through the tattered remains of Seeker's liver, left kidney, pancreas, gallbladder, right kidney, and stomach, a pile of ashes where Seeker's genitalia used to be, and a severed lung that has been stretched over the barely-conscious man's head like some type of sick hairnet. His cheeks stained with tears and his upper lip stained with blood from his nose, Seeker's eyes are glazed and half-closed; the only sound eminating from his prone carcass is a hollow breathing noise, which is now being emitted through a short length of rubber hose inserted through a small slit in his neck and directly into his throat.

"Well," CuleX sighs, "you've lasted far longer than I expected, Seeker... But I'm tired of this game now. Which means, you can leave, and I'll even give you a consolation prize for playing."

And just like that, CuleX unties the tape around Seeker's mouth and undoes his straps.

"Now, what prize would you like?" CuleX asks, sounding somewhat happy for the first time since the start of this 'game.'

"Kill..... me......" Seeker whispers weakly.

CuleX pauses.

"Funny," he muses, rubbing his chin, "that's the same prize almost everyone else who's played has requested... Oh, well. So you want it; so you shall get it."

With that, CuleX claps his hands once; a massive hole in the floor opens beside the gourney, revealing a hole at least thirty feet deep. At the bottom of said hole is a four-bladed steel propellor, covered in rust-colored stains. Another clap, and the propellor begins to spin, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up to the point that it is just a blur. A third clap, and the gourney Seeker lays on tilts over sideways, allowing Seeker the briefest of glances at the propellor before the gourney dumps him into the pit.

"Nooooo........."

SKLERCH! KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZHHHHHHHH!

A fine red mist issues from the hole before a fourth clap closes it up; the black-clad figure writes something down on a clipboard, then turns and leaves the room; the lights over head flicker, and then turn off, leaving the room in darkness and silence...


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You know, I actually feel better now...

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