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Twink and the Bodybuilder, The

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The gym was peaceful, as peaceful as a gym could be with the clanging of weights, grunts of exertion from the gym members and the blaring music. Tyrone considered himself the king of the gym, as he was the biggest guy in the gym and as a result the other members gave him a wide birth to let him do his thing. Sitting at his bench curling dumbbells that were bigger than some people’s heads, Tyrone was in his element. The music of his large headphones making himself oblivious to everything other than himself.

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Average: 2.2 (6 votes)

Swell Science

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“Hey there Adam!” chirped Tiffany, as she bounced into the lab and spotted the tall, lanky form of Adam at his work station. However, Adam was silent and Tiffany taking a longer inspection noticed that Adam had his head phones in while he was mixing some vials of chemicals so he had undoubtedly not heard her. Tiffany allowed a devilish smirk as she realized Adam wasn’t even probably aware that she had even joined him in the lab.

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Average: 3.8 (12 votes)

Mass Effect: The Leprechaun's Attack

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Commander Shepard and his crew go investigate an ancient prothean temple. Inside however they are shocked find something disturbing.

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Average: 2.1 (8 votes)

Wicked Way to Go, A

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After much deliberation, the townspeople came to the conclusion that the old shack in the middle of woods must be a place of witchcraft, and they schemed of a way to purge such terrifying acts from their vicinity.

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Average: 4.1 (15 votes)

Lost Giant Inflation Story

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aka, "The Last Giant Inflation Story")

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Insignificant

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There was a loud “pop” and a giggle, and Severin knew that one of his fellow prisoners had just exploded.

Severin bobbed at the end of his string, looking straight ahead—all he could do without a neck to turn his gaze—and seeing the terrified expressions of the balloons adjacent to him.

All around him, both inside his field of vision and outside, were other human balloons: once men, now inflated versions of themselves. To the casual observer, they appeared as latex toys, with the barest of human features to indicate their former shapes.

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Average: 3.2 (6 votes)

Knight of Inflacia

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Jack smiles as he applies pressure and loud squeaks of rubber fill the room. The woman pleads for him to stop and he just stares into her fear stricken eyes as he applies more pressure. She screams for him to stop as she races toward explosion and something dark inside him smiles. His heart pounds in his chest and adrenaline courses through his body.

Suddenly a hand grabs hold of Jack’s shoulder and pulls him away. Trent’s voice screams, “What are you doing?!”

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Average: 2.9 (7 votes)

Revenge

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Shannon's eyes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness, then snapped open as she felt the rope tying her wrists together.  She looked up to find herself sitting on a chair in an empty garage, with Tanya looming over her. "Tanya?!  What's going on?"

Tanya gave her a malicious grin. "What's going on is... REVENGE!"

A beat.

Shannon blinked. "Fooooooor...?"

"For revenge!"

"No, I understood that part.  I'm asking what you're getting revenge for."

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Average: 3.3 (10 votes)

Ski Lodge, The part 2

As Brett approached the door to the party room, he briefly wondered about his stay here. The girls here were sexy (and friendly, a novel experience to Brett and to most of the men here) while the food (and beer!) was both free and plentiful. Again, he wondered about the brochure: "Eat and drink all you want while skiing! Lose weight fast!" He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like that.

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Average: 3.9 (8 votes)

Sylph

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Joseph sighed as he listlessly clicked through another page of images, head propped up on his hand as he leaned on the desk.  The silence and privacy of the dormitory during the weekends left him with ample time to himself, though recently this was often spent on the computer for lack of anything better to do.  It wasn't that he didn't like the quiet - it beat being woken up at 3 AM by his dorm mates stumbling in - but rather that the quiet and solitude began to emphasize more and more just how alone he was.

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Average: 4.2 (13 votes)
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