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12/30/11(Fri)15:30 No.59147126Scared,
apprehensive, and timid, this small meager man, fleshy and weak entered
the arena. Inside he smelled the musty air of sweat, blood, and semen.
Stepping forth into the bright light of the Colosseum he viewed the
massive girth of his opponents silhouette.
"Why have you come forth", bellowed out the behemoth figure.
"To... fight for my Waifu.", squeaked the meekly anon.
"Your voice quavers have you no faith in your love?"
The
anon, thought of this question, he questioned himself, he questioned
why he was brought here. He may have thought the entire world over if
this was a shounen, but sadly it was not to be as blade came crashing
down. He narrowly avoided severe injury, blood came flowing out from a
gash in his chest, the pain was piercing and burning, and he not hold
back his vomit.
"Disgusting! If you must think so hard and reason
out your love it must not be true. Love does not falter or wait, love
for you waifu is absolute to an anon. You are merely a normalfag.",
harked the man.
The pain continued forth, the anon's mind was a
blur. Will I die? At that moment clarity flashed forth in face of the
chaos of emotions. It was his waifu. Unknown strength came forth through
his body, and adrenaline filled his legs as he ran forth with a renewed
will.
He tackled down the figure and using his weight pinned in
and grasped at his neck with his sausage like fingers. Flailing his
knees into his stomach, and fighting recklessly without recourse.
Eventually
the efforts of the anon was too much for the warrior and thus he fell
out of consciousness. When the warrior came back to the proceedings of
his loss and the victory of the anon he saw the meek man's silhouette
basking in the light of glory.
A thousand battles later, many a
scars, and hard flesh where fat once was. Men would come forth only to
his silhouette before being struck down.
"I fight for my waifu. What say you challenger." |
