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RE: 10 SBD Strange Story (Hot Mess) Contest!!!
His clone, slumped over the throne, door wide open... The satanic stench of..
His clone, slumped over the throne, door wide open... The satanic stench of..
...matches. The world was in tatters. The girl, Chelsea, had established a fortress in the mountains of Western Montana. Buster's clone rose from the porcelain throne and held out his hand, palm up.
@gmuxx reached over and reverently placed a sausage into his calloused hand.
"I pass this onto you. Use it wisely."
(Disqualified as is judging)
With that, the clone split off into several alternate realities, for he knew how terrible humanity is at following simple instructions. Tears streaming down his face, Buster violently shook the tears from his face as he screamed. "You murderous me, why'd you slaughter Mr. Pigglesworth?! He was my closest friend!"
But little did he know Mr. Pigglesworth was merely resting after the bonk he'd sustained to his bonkbox. And he rose to the sky on his mechanical pigeon to join @gmuxx and fight the good battle against evil with their sausages. They swung their sausages hither and tither, meating out their foe with wild abandon. Only to find their arch nemesisiii, Larch Nemeisisiii, broken into their house and eating all of their clodhoppers...
"Hot mess is right!" Larch screamed. "There's no consistency to characters and it's impossible to discern Buster from @gmuxx, even though they're rivals for Chelsea's hand! I will destroy them all!" With that, Larch ended the world of this particular reality with a quiet poppping sound , but failed to end any of the other worlds where Buster's clone had received a sausage from @gmuxx.
In one of these worlds Buster now sat alone and humiliated in a local emergency room. He could hear the nurses and doctors at the front desk snickering and whispering about his predicament, for you see, he had neglected to follow @gmuxx's advice and use his sausage wisely.
"Tell me a story," Buster asked the nurse.