https://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOPSTORIES TO MAKE YOU STOP - Revision history2026-07-04T16:09:10ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.43.9https://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=110856&oldid=prevMysteryX at 20:56, 31 January 20182018-01-31T20:56:03Z<p></p>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6302&oldid=prevMysteryX at 08:20, 4 April 20072007-04-04T08:20:55Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It seems according to village rumers that the other two were heading out to raid a new age happening and see what goodies could be taken by force there. Donna vowed they would not make it , and she had the horse to back it up. She had instructions on how to get to the new age shin dig , so she headed straight there. Friendly eccentric faces grinned at Donna as she rode her horse through the fair ground. There were tarot readings , massage experts , chakra radiation booths , crystals and stones from three worlds. No weapons were visible anywhere, very odd. Almost every one here was from earth , only a few Poldacs , she saw only three of them , all employed by the fair. Donna worried that the nice people might make it hard for her to torture the bastards. She may just have to kill them right away and then just empty her gun into the corpes till they are formless red pasta. Donna bought a glossy semi see through veil dress and changed into it openly getting naked and then dressed in a sexy outfit that leaves very little to the imagination. The new agers just smiled at her and went about thier fair. She parked herself in a tent sellng insence and waited...Wisps of nag champa smoke drifted about. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It seems according to village rumers that the other two were heading out to raid a new age happening and see what goodies could be taken by force there. Donna vowed they would not make it , and she had the horse to back it up. She had instructions on how to get to the new age shin dig , so she headed straight there. Friendly eccentric faces grinned at Donna as she rode her horse through the fair ground. There were tarot readings , massage experts , chakra radiation booths , crystals and stones from three worlds. No weapons were visible anywhere, very odd. Almost every one here was from earth , only a few Poldacs , she saw only three of them , all employed by the fair. Donna worried that the nice people might make it hard for her to torture the bastards. She may just have to kill them right away and then just empty her gun into the corpes till they are formless red pasta. Donna bought a glossy semi see through veil dress and changed into it openly getting naked and then dressed in a sexy outfit that leaves very little to the imagination. The new agers just smiled at her and went about thier fair. She parked herself in a tent sellng insence and waited...Wisps of nag champa smoke drifted about. </div></td></tr>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6291&oldid=prevMysteryX at 00:03, 4 April 20072007-04-04T00:03:06Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Donna woke up some time later , with seman all over her. In her hair , all over her abused ass and pussy. Come on her tits , and what was that terrible taste in her mouth? She was completly naked , propped ass up over some of her husband's equipment. His body lay nearby , pissed on, She got up spitting , hacking and spitting , rubbing the semen off her skin with dirt as she rushed for the house , and the shower inside. She rubbed and washed while freaking out. She stayed in the shower for two hours. She dressed and brushed her teeth over and over again , all the while thinking about the rifle her husband kept in their bedroom closet. A nice armor pierceing gun that can kill people , or shred a car engine. She mounted her Cyborg horse ,named Storges, and headed after the bastards , she wanted to make them suffer and to them kill them one by one , with the others watching. That would nice nice. Her horse could act as a digital blood hound and she had it sniff for scents and sample them. It used delicate moniters to track where they had gone from the scene of the crime. Accross the wet lands she rode. Low hills going on for miles , full of lush vegitation and small clusters of fruit trees. She picked some green fieowton fruits from a ripe tree. The orange sized fruits where very light lime green in color and incredibly sweet , like the best soda pop you have ever drank times fifteen. She tracked them along a warm fragrant river, a rainbow of lillies floated on the slow moveing river. She came to a small village of native blue skins. Her horse told her they were not here anymore but had probaly slept here from the scent. Donna bought some more kanna and three cigerettes of the flowers of the mistoef plant , a favorite of hers for the emotion dissolves deeply peacefull trance like state they put the user in for up to three hours , depending on one's tolorance , and she had not smoked one for seven weeks. She sparked the first one up as she left the village back on the bastard's trail. Sadly at the blue skinned river village of keyueiw the rapists seem to have split in two factors , the scents were pretty fresh though. Some had gone onto the wide raft the people here take to the other side of the river. Others seemed to be still nearby. She was ready to kill. The horse led Donna to a whore house , more a long series of leather tents. She could not bring the horse inside so she parked it in front of a opium den. Donna hid in the shadows with her rifle waiting for the fucker to leave the tent She chewed the last of her kanna as she waited , but he did come out. She snuck up behind him , the one who had the viberating blade and stale tasteing penis. She put the gun to his back and he froze. "Walk down to the shore , I want to talk to you about something" , she said through the voice changer strapped to her neck. Her voice came out to sound like a six foot black man and the fucker gave her no resistance. She marched him to the cliffs and asked who he works for and other bullshit questions. She then kicked him hard in the back , the blue skinned man fell twisting and screaming to be dashed on the rocks below , Donna watched the waves slowly clean the blood from the rocks and smiled. She made her way back to the tent and waited for the next victum. She waited two more hours , and finally a familiar face emerged from the tent. The one with the unicorn tattoed to his face , behind him another male , this one half white. Both laughed and slapped hands. She waited till they were halfway accross the street and brought the cyber horse galloping down on them at full speed , gun raised. Unicorn had his blade out but the horse overwhelmed him with a steel plated head butt , he fell sprawling to the ground , Donna blasted the half breed as he reached for something in his shirt , his body flew back and crumbled agaainst a wall. Donna jumped off her horse and brought out her intelli-tangle rope. She lashed it at unicorn and it tied itself tightly around him. She kicked him hard seven times and then mounted the horse. She dragged him through town and out into the swampy outside. There she tied him to a tree and began applying vein worms to him, one on the chest, he writhed in disgust and horror , one on his foot , held by a stake , he could only wiggle as the transparent worm's head began digging in. Next she pulled his pants down , esposeing his fat foul tasting penis. She put the rest of her seven vein worms there and he finally screamed a hopeless lost wail into the night of a thousand sounds. The worms slowly wiggled into the openings they had made , his skinned swelled and turned red to mark their trail. One had penetrated the fucker's nutsack and the screams were pleasurable for her to hear. As he wirthed in pain and knowledge of the damage the vein womrs were doing to his insides he felt a splash and he was covered in fermented piss , Donna's own. It attracted lots of bugs , till a black thorny mass of them covered unicorn's whole body , sickening sounds of hundreds of jaws working. Donna got back up on her horse and rode away smileing broadly. Her nipples were hard and pushed out at her shirt. Two down and dead , she thought , two more to die. She went into some bars and asked around , handing out money for tips , fighting off gropers. She thought she knew enough to get started so she ordered a pastry sandwich and some beer and was then off again rideing her horse. Donna walked her horse onto the barge , and payed the well armed man to take her accross. She sparked up another mistoef cigerette and shared it with the barge man. Smoke drifted over the pastel blue waters , curling in the breeze. The land ahead marked the start of the mid lands , a zone between the earth settlers and the wild lands still peopled by poldacs. Her mind drifted peacefully on that barge ride , but peacefull thoughts of violent revenge , castration by rusty blade , nailing testicles to the wall with a big rubber mallet. Peacfull thoughts of violent bloody torture and murder , a smiled curled on her lips , ironic world we currently live in .</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Donna woke up some time later , with seman all over her. In her hair , all over her abused ass and pussy. Come on her tits , and what was that terrible taste in her mouth? She was completly naked , propped ass up over some of her husband's equipment. His body lay nearby , pissed on, She got up spitting , hacking and spitting , rubbing the semen off her skin with dirt as she rushed for the house , and the shower inside. She rubbed and washed while freaking out. She stayed in the shower for two hours. She dressed and brushed her teeth over and over again , all the while thinking about the rifle her husband kept in their bedroom closet. A nice armor pierceing gun that can kill people , or shred a car engine. She mounted her Cyborg horse ,named Storges, and headed after the bastards , she wanted to make them suffer and to them kill them one by one , with the others watching. That would nice nice. Her horse could act as a digital blood hound and she had it sniff for scents and sample them. It used delicate moniters to track where they had gone from the scene of the crime. Accross the wet lands she rode. Low hills going on for miles , full of lush vegitation and small clusters of fruit trees. She picked some green fieowton fruits from a ripe tree. The orange sized fruits where very light lime green in color and incredibly sweet , like the best soda pop you have ever drank times fifteen. She tracked them along a warm fragrant river, a rainbow of lillies floated on the slow moveing river. She came to a small village of native blue skins. Her horse told her they were not here anymore but had probaly slept here from the scent. Donna bought some more kanna and three cigerettes of the flowers of the mistoef plant , a favorite of hers for the emotion dissolves deeply peacefull trance like state they put the user in for up to three hours , depending on one's tolorance , and she had not smoked one for seven weeks. She sparked the first one up as she left the village back on the bastard's trail. Sadly at the blue skinned river village of keyueiw the rapists seem to have split in two factors , the scents were pretty fresh though. Some had gone onto the wide raft the people here take to the other side of the river. Others seemed to be still nearby. She was ready to kill. The horse led Donna to a whore house , more a long series of leather tents. She could not bring the horse inside so she parked it in front of a opium den. Donna hid in the shadows with her rifle waiting for the fucker to leave the tent She chewed the last of her kanna as she waited , but he did come out. She snuck up behind him , the one who had the viberating blade and stale tasteing penis. She put the gun to his back and he froze. "Walk down to the shore , I want to talk to you about something" , she said through the voice changer strapped to her neck. Her voice came out to sound like a six foot black man and the fucker gave her no resistance. She marched him to the cliffs and asked who he works for and other bullshit questions. She then kicked him hard in the back , the blue skinned man fell twisting and screaming to be dashed on the rocks below , Donna watched the waves slowly clean the blood from the rocks and smiled. She made her way back to the tent and waited for the next victum. She waited two more hours , and finally a familiar face emerged from the tent. The one with the unicorn tattoed to his face , behind him another male , this one half white. Both laughed and slapped hands. She waited till they were halfway accross the street and brought the cyber horse galloping down on them at full speed , gun raised. Unicorn had his blade out but the horse overwhelmed him with a steel plated head butt , he fell sprawling to the ground , Donna blasted the half breed as he reached for something in his shirt , his body flew back and crumbled agaainst a wall. Donna jumped off her horse and brought out her intelli-tangle rope. She lashed it at unicorn and it tied itself tightly around him. She kicked him hard seven times and then mounted the horse. She dragged him through town and out into the swampy outside. There she tied him to a tree and began applying vein worms to him, one on the chest, he writhed in disgust and horror , one on his foot , held by a stake , he could only wiggle as the transparent worm's head began digging in. Next she pulled his pants down , esposeing his fat foul tasting penis. She put the rest of her seven vein worms there and he finally screamed a hopeless lost wail into the night of a thousand sounds. The worms slowly wiggled into the openings they had made , his skinned swelled and turned red to mark their trail. One had penetrated the fucker's nutsack and the screams were pleasurable for her to hear. As he wirthed in pain and knowledge of the damage the vein womrs were doing to his insides he felt a splash and he was covered in fermented piss , Donna's own. It attracted lots of bugs , till a black thorny mass of them covered unicorn's whole body , sickening sounds of hundreds of jaws working. Donna got back up on her horse and rode away smileing broadly. Her nipples were hard and pushed out at her shirt. Two down and dead , she thought , two more to die. She went into some bars and asked around , handing out money for tips , fighting off gropers. She thought she knew enough to get started so she ordered a pastry sandwich and some beer and was then off again rideing her horse. Donna walked her horse onto the barge , and payed the well armed man to take her accross. She sparked up another mistoef cigerette and shared it with the barge man. Smoke drifted over the pastel blue waters , curling in the breeze. The land ahead marked the start of the mid lands , a zone between the earth settlers and the wild lands still peopled by poldacs. Her mind drifted peacefully on that barge ride , but peacefull thoughts of violent revenge , castration by rusty blade , nailing testicles to the wall with a big rubber mallet. Peacfull thoughts of violent bloody torture and murder , a smiled curled on her lips , ironic world we currently live in.</div></td></tr>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6290&oldid=prevMysteryX at 00:01, 4 April 20072007-04-04T00:01:25Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Donna woke up some time later , with seman all over her. In her hair , all over her abused ass and pussy. Come on her tits , and what was that terrible taste in her mouth? She was completly naked , propped ass up over some of her husband's equipment. His body lay nearby , pissed on, She got up spitting , hacking and spitting , rubbing the semen off her skin with dirt as she rushed for the house , and the shower inside. She rubbed and washed while freaking out. She stayed in the shower for two hours. She dressed and brushed her teeth over and over again , all the while thinking about the rifle her husband kept in their bedroom closet. A nice armor pierceing gun that can kill people , or shred a car engine. She mounted her Cyborg horse ,named Storges, and headed after the bastards , she wanted to make them suffer and to them kill them one by one , with the others watching. That would nice nice. Her horse could act as a digital blood hound and she had it sniff for scents and sample them. It used delicate moniters to track where they had gone from the scene of the crime. Accross the wet lands she rode. Low hills going on for miles , full of lush vegitation and small clusters of fruit trees. She picked some green fieowton fruits from a ripe tree. The orange sized fruits where very light lime green in color and incredibly sweet , like the best soda pop you have ever drank times fifteen. She tracked them along a warm fragrant river, a rainbow of lillies floated on the slow moveing river. She came to a small village of native blue skins. Her horse told her they were not here anymore but had probaly slept here from the scent. Donna bought some more kanna and three cigerettes of the flowers of the mistoef plant , a favorite of hers for the emotion dissolves deeply peacefull trance like state they put the user in for up to three hours , depending on one's tolorance , and she had not smoked one for seven weeks. She sparked the first one up as she left the village back on the bastard's trail. Sadly at the blue skinned river village of keyueiw the rapists seem to have split in two factors , the scents were pretty fresh though. Some had gone onto the wide raft the people here take to the other side of the river. Others seemed to be still nearby. She was ready to kill. The horse led Donna to a whore house , more a long series of leather tents. She could not bring the horse inside so she parked it in front of a opium den. Donna hid in the shadows with her rifle waiting for the fucker to leave the tent She chewed the last of her kanna as she waited , but he did come out. She snuck up behind him , the one who had the viberating blade and stale tasteing penis. She put the gun to his back and he froze. "Walk down to the shore , I want to talk to you about something" , she said through the voice changer strapped to her neck. Her voice came out to sound like a six foot black man and the fucker gave her no resistance. She marched him to the cliffs and asked who he works for and other bullshit questions. She then kicked him hard in the back , the blue skinned man fell twisting and screaming to be dashed on the rocks below , Donna watched the waves slowly clean the blood from the rocks and smiled. She made her way back to the tent and waited for the next victum. She waited two more hours , and finally a familiar face emerged from the tent. The one with the unicorn tattoed to his face , behind him another male , this one half white. Both laughed and slapped hands. She waited till they were halfway accross the street and brought the cyber horse galloping down on them at full speed , gun raised. Unicorn had his blade out but the horse overwhelmed him with a steel plated head butt , he fell sprawling to the ground , Donna blasted the half breed as he reached for something in his shirt , his body flew back and crumbled agaainst a wall. Donna jumped off her horse and brought out her intelli-tangle rope.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Donna woke up some time later , with seman all over her. In her hair , all over her abused ass and pussy. Come on her tits , and what was that terrible taste in her mouth? She was completly naked , propped ass up over some of her husband's equipment. His body lay nearby , pissed on, She got up spitting , hacking and spitting , rubbing the semen off her skin with dirt as she rushed for the house , and the shower inside. She rubbed and washed while freaking out. She stayed in the shower for two hours. She dressed and brushed her teeth over and over again , all the while thinking about the rifle her husband kept in their bedroom closet. A nice armor pierceing gun that can kill people , or shred a car engine. She mounted her Cyborg horse ,named Storges, and headed after the bastards , she wanted to make them suffer and to them kill them one by one , with the others watching. That would nice nice. Her horse could act as a digital blood hound and she had it sniff for scents and sample them. It used delicate moniters to track where they had gone from the scene of the crime. Accross the wet lands she rode. Low hills going on for miles , full of lush vegitation and small clusters of fruit trees. She picked some green fieowton fruits from a ripe tree. The orange sized fruits where very light lime green in color and incredibly sweet , like the best soda pop you have ever drank times fifteen. She tracked them along a warm fragrant river, a rainbow of lillies floated on the slow moveing river. She came to a small village of native blue skins. Her horse told her they were not here anymore but had probaly slept here from the scent. Donna bought some more kanna and three cigerettes of the flowers of the mistoef plant , a favorite of hers for the emotion dissolves deeply peacefull trance like state they put the user in for up to three hours , depending on one's tolorance , and she had not smoked one for seven weeks. She sparked the first one up as she left the village back on the bastard's trail. Sadly at the blue skinned river village of keyueiw the rapists seem to have split in two factors , the scents were pretty fresh though. Some had gone onto the wide raft the people here take to the other side of the river. Others seemed to be still nearby. She was ready to kill. The horse led Donna to a whore house , more a long series of leather tents. She could not bring the horse inside so she parked it in front of a opium den. Donna hid in the shadows with her rifle waiting for the fucker to leave the tent She chewed the last of her kanna as she waited , but he did come out. She snuck up behind him , the one who had the viberating blade and stale tasteing penis. She put the gun to his back and he froze. "Walk down to the shore , I want to talk to you about something" , she said through the voice changer strapped to her neck. Her voice came out to sound like a six foot black man and the fucker gave her no resistance. She marched him to the cliffs and asked who he works for and other bullshit questions. She then kicked him hard in the back , the blue skinned man fell twisting and screaming to be dashed on the rocks below , Donna watched the waves slowly clean the blood from the rocks and smiled. She made her way back to the tent and waited for the next victum. She waited two more hours , and finally a familiar face emerged from the tent. The one with the unicorn tattoed to his face , behind him another male , this one half white. Both laughed and slapped hands. She waited till they were halfway accross the street and brought the cyber horse galloping down on them at full speed , gun raised. Unicorn had his blade out but the horse overwhelmed him with a steel plated head butt , he fell sprawling to the ground , Donna blasted the half breed as he reached for something in his shirt , his body flew back and crumbled agaainst a wall. Donna jumped off her horse and brought out her intelli-tangle rope. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"> She lashed it at unicorn and it tied itself tightly around him. She kicked him hard seven times and then mounted the horse. She dragged him through town and out into the swampy outside. There she tied him to a tree and began applying vein worms to him, one on the chest, he writhed in disgust and horror , one on his foot , held by a stake , he could only wiggle as the transparent worm's head began digging in. Next she pulled his pants down , esposeing his fat foul tasting penis. She put the rest of her seven vein worms there and he finally screamed a hopeless lost wail into the night of a thousand sounds. The worms slowly wiggled into the openings they had made , his skinned swelled and turned red to mark their trail. One had penetrated the fucker's nutsack and the screams were pleasurable for her to hear. As he wirthed in pain and knowledge of the damage the vein womrs were doing to his insides he felt a splash and he was covered in fermented piss , Donna's own. It attracted lots of bugs , till a black thorny mass of them covered unicorn's whole body , sickening sounds of hundreds of jaws working. Donna got back up on her horse and rode away smileing broadly. Her nipples were hard and pushed out at her shirt. Two down and dead , she thought , two more to die. She went into some bars and asked around , handing out money for tips , fighting off gropers. She thought she knew enough to get started so she ordered a pastry sandwich and some beer and was then off again rideing her horse. Donna walked her horse onto the barge , and payed the well armed man to take her accross. She sparked up another mistoef cigerette and shared it with the barge man. Smoke drifted over the pastel blue waters , curling in the breeze. The land ahead marked the start of the mid lands , a zone between the earth settlers and the wild lands still peopled by poldacs. Her mind drifted peacefully on that barge ride , but peacefull thoughts of violent revenge , castration by rusty blade , nailing testicles to the wall with a big rubber mallet. Peacfull thoughts of violent bloody torture and murder , a smiled curled on her lips , ironic world we currently live in .</ins></div></td></tr>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6286&oldid=prevMysteryX at 22:54, 3 April 20072007-04-03T22:54:01Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Donna woke up some time later , with seman all over her. In her hair , all over her abused ass and pussy. Come on her tits , and what was that terrible taste in her mouth? She was completly naked , propped ass up over some of her husband's equipment. His body lay nearby , pissed on, She got up spitting , hacking and spitting , rubbing the semen off her skin with dirt as she rushed for the house , and the shower inside. She rubbed and washed while freaking out. She stayed in the shower for two hours. She dressed and brushed her teeth over and over again , all the while thinking about the rifle her husband kept in their bedroom closet. A nice armor pierceing gun that can kill people , or shred a car engine. She mounted her Cyborg horse ,named Storges, and headed after the bastards , she wanted to make them suffer and to them kill them one by one , with the others watching. That would nice nice. Her horse could act as a digital blood hound and she had it sniff for scents and sample them. It used delicate moniters to track where they had gone from the scene of the crime. Accross the wet lands she rode. Low hills going on for miles , full of lush vegitation and small clusters of fruit trees. She picked some green fieowton fruits from a ripe tree. The orange sized fruits where very light lime green in color and incredibly sweet , like the best soda pop you have ever drank times fifteen. She tracked them along a warm fragrant river, a rainbow of lillies floated on the slow moveing river. She came to a small village of native blue skins. Her horse told her they were not here anymore but had probaly slept here from the scent. Donna bought some more kanna and three cigerettes of the flowers of the mistoef plant , a favorite of hers for the emotion dissolves deeply peacefull trance like state they put the user in for up to three hours , depending on one's tolorance , and she had not smoked one for seven weeks. She sparked the first one up as she left the village back on the bastard's trail. Sadly at the blue skinned river village of keyueiw the rapists seem to have split in two factors , the scents were pretty fresh though. Some had gone onto the wide raft the people here take to the other side of the river. Others seemed to be still nearby. She was ready to kill. The horse led Donna to a whore house , more a long series of leather tents. She could not bring the horse inside so she parked it in front of a opium den. Donna hid in the shadows with her rifle waiting for the fucker to leave the tent </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Donna woke up some time later , with seman all over her. In her hair , all over her abused ass and pussy. Come on her tits , and what was that terrible taste in her mouth? She was completly naked , propped ass up over some of her husband's equipment. His body lay nearby , pissed on, She got up spitting , hacking and spitting , rubbing the semen off her skin with dirt as she rushed for the house , and the shower inside. She rubbed and washed while freaking out. She stayed in the shower for two hours. She dressed and brushed her teeth over and over again , all the while thinking about the rifle her husband kept in their bedroom closet. A nice armor pierceing gun that can kill people , or shred a car engine. She mounted her Cyborg horse ,named Storges, and headed after the bastards , she wanted to make them suffer and to them kill them one by one , with the others watching. That would nice nice. Her horse could act as a digital blood hound and she had it sniff for scents and sample them. It used delicate moniters to track where they had gone from the scene of the crime. Accross the wet lands she rode. Low hills going on for miles , full of lush vegitation and small clusters of fruit trees. She picked some green fieowton fruits from a ripe tree. The orange sized fruits where very light lime green in color and incredibly sweet , like the best soda pop you have ever drank times fifteen. She tracked them along a warm fragrant river, a rainbow of lillies floated on the slow moveing river. She came to a small village of native blue skins. Her horse told her they were not here anymore but had probaly slept here from the scent. Donna bought some more kanna and three cigerettes of the flowers of the mistoef plant , a favorite of hers for the emotion dissolves deeply peacefull trance like state they put the user in for up to three hours , depending on one's tolorance , and she had not smoked one for seven weeks. She sparked the first one up as she left the village back on the bastard's trail. Sadly at the blue skinned river village of keyueiw the rapists seem to have split in two factors , the scents were pretty fresh though. Some had gone onto the wide raft the people here take to the other side of the river. Others seemed to be still nearby. She was ready to kill. The horse led Donna to a whore house , more a long series of leather tents. She could not bring the horse inside so she parked it in front of a opium den. Donna hid in the shadows with her rifle waiting for the fucker to leave the tent <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She chewed the last of her kanna as she waited , but he did come out. She snuck up behind him , the one who had the viberating blade and stale tasteing penis. She put the gun to his back and he froze. "Walk down to the shore , I want to talk to you about something" , she said through the voice changer strapped to her neck. Her voice came out to sound like a six foot black man and the fucker gave her no resistance. She marched him to the cliffs and asked who he works for and other bullshit questions. She then kicked him hard in the back , the blue skinned man fell twisting and screaming to be dashed on the rocks below , Donna watched the waves slowly clean the blood from the rocks and smiled. She made her way back to the tent and waited for the next victum. She waited two more hours , and finally a familiar face emerged from the tent. The one with the unicorn tattoed to his face , behind him another male , this one half white. Both laughed and slapped hands. She waited till they were halfway accross the street and brought the cyber horse galloping down on them at full speed , gun raised. Unicorn had his blade out but the horse overwhelmed him with a steel plated head butt , he fell sprawling to the ground , Donna blasted the half breed as he reached for something in his shirt , his body flew back and crumbled agaainst a wall. Donna jumped off her horse and brought out her intelli-tangle rope.</ins></div></td></tr>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6280&oldid=prevMysteryX at 12:40, 3 April 20072007-04-03T12:40:30Z<p></p>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6279&oldid=prevMysteryX at 12:39, 3 April 20072007-04-03T12:39:00Z<p></p>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=6278&oldid=prevMysteryX at 12:36, 3 April 20072007-04-03T12:36:58Z<p></p>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=4568&oldid=prevMysteryX at 18:17, 22 February 20072007-02-22T18:17:10Z<p></p>
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</table>MysteryXhttps://wiki.greatalarm.org/index.php?title=STORIES_TO_MAKE_YOU_STOP&diff=4547&oldid=prevMysteryX at 14:21, 22 February 20072007-02-22T14:21:36Z<p></p>
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