This is my horrifying story visiting an arcade.
I walked up to the machine at my local arcade and I stick some quarters in the slit. I clinge to the railing that they genoriously provided me and hope that noone I know passes by, I soon relize that the railing was moist, more then likely from the oily fingers of a sweaty obese hentai craved nerd who most definantly is 45 and lives with his mother. I beltched all over the DDR pad and ran away from the arcade.
As I'm running as fast as my legs can take me, I turn around to see atleast 15 of these skinny kids wearing stained anime t-shirts running so fast that their soles of their converses were pealing off from the intense friction. Eventually these bastards caught up to me. I tried to get away from their pasty oily fingers, but it was no use. Once they had me in their possession they took me to the back of the arcade, strapped me down to a metal chair and forced me to watch some hentai. The only thing I could remember was a cartoon sticking a massive tentacle in a purple ladys huge bloody vagina. I nearly passed out.
Soon enough a light came from a crack in the ceiling and I recieved a burst of energy ( OBVIOUSLY from god ) and I snapped the ropes I was stapped down to, and ripped out a leg from the metal chair ( BAD IDEA IMO ). I stabbed one of my captors and just as I thought I was getting away, a tentacle came from his bloddy wound and grabbed my hand, forcing me to throw down my weapon. Me and god then got into a MASSIVE battle with the rest of the horrendous obese warriors left guarding the arcade but me and god luckily prevailed,but not without consequences. The floor was covered in vile pimple juice and I nearly drowned, there seemed to be nowhere out but LUCKILY there was a jetpack floating in the liquid and I zoomed away NEVER to visit that arcade ever again.
THE END
I walked up to the machine at my local arcade and I stick some quarters in the slit. I clinge to the railing that they genoriously provided me and hope that noone I know passes by, I soon relize that the railing was moist, more then likely from the oily fingers of a sweaty obese hentai craved nerd who most definantly is 45 and lives with his mother. I beltched all over the DDR pad and ran away from the arcade.
As I'm running as fast as my legs can take me, I turn around to see atleast 15 of these skinny kids wearing stained anime t-shirts running so fast that their soles of their converses were pealing off from the intense friction. Eventually these bastards caught up to me. I tried to get away from their pasty oily fingers, but it was no use. Once they had me in their possession they took me to the back of the arcade, strapped me down to a metal chair and forced me to watch some hentai. The only thing I could remember was a cartoon sticking a massive tentacle in a purple ladys huge bloody vagina. I nearly passed out.
Soon enough a light came from a crack in the ceiling and I recieved a burst of energy ( OBVIOUSLY from god ) and I snapped the ropes I was stapped down to, and ripped out a leg from the metal chair ( BAD IDEA IMO ). I stabbed one of my captors and just as I thought I was getting away, a tentacle came from his bloddy wound and grabbed my hand, forcing me to throw down my weapon. Me and god then got into a MASSIVE battle with the rest of the horrendous obese warriors left guarding the arcade but me and god luckily prevailed,but not without consequences. The floor was covered in vile pimple juice and I nearly drowned, there seemed to be nowhere out but LUCKILY there was a jetpack floating in the liquid and I zoomed away NEVER to visit that arcade ever again.
THE END
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