A dream

I saw a dream I was a demon or somekind. I was in a monastry dressed up as a monk, trying to seduce some young and good looking nun. But I made a mistake using my demonic powers (invisibility) and then they found out about me and chased me out with crosses and holy water.

Then I was talking shit with Satan how Hell should be more nicer so it'd be more popular.
Then he said that Hell has actually gone through alot since the last time it was described, and that it wasn't a burning torture pit anymore, and actually a pretty good choice like Heaven. Then he made an analogy how the earth itself has had it's up and downs, and Hell was the same.

Then in some point we flied with a giant bird/flying lizard (which changed to magic carpet later) to a piece of land which seemed abandoned. But in matter of fact it was occupied by aliens. Who then also, chased us out because they thought we were humans. They were quite surprised when we went back to Hell. (We used somekind of small crater in the ground to step back into Hell. It was as small as my foot, but somehow we managed to squeeze through.)

A true story

I was at our homecoming game the night it happened. Standing idly near the football field, I looked up at one of the field lights and noticed how insects of all different shapes and sizes congregated around it, a thin cloud of mindless vermin endlessly fascinated by the glowinglights. It was a passing thought, nothing more.

The call to attention came, and we all snapped into position. Then came the whistle call and we began marching onto the field. My marching band uniform was heavy, but did little to keep out the cold. I could feel the warmth leaving my fingers, and I wondered how difficult it would be to play our alma mater on a half-frozen clarinet. I wanted to jump around to keep warm, but we were marching and had to look completely uniform. It wouldn't be any better on the field, when we would be at rigid attention.

When we were in position, we waited for the appropriate cue and began to play. I stood perfectly still as I played, and my fingers were slow to respond. I didn't care much, though. Homecoming was rarely very entertaining for us band geeks, at
least as far as the music went.

Finally, the time came.

We were done playing, and all the homecoming queen candidates had lined up. Now we would play the waiting game. As the homecoming ceremonies commenced, my mind began to wander to the cold and to the fact that I wasn't supposed to move.
The minutes dragged on...

I was snapped out of my bored reverie by something strange. It took me a moment to realize what it was.

Whispering.

I found myself more than a little irritated at the band members who filled the ranks behind me. The ones who had broken the golden rule of marching band. The golden rule was a simple fact of marching band life: when you're at attention, stay still and shut up.

But the whispering persisted and after a brief moment escalated into a nervous, hushed giggling. I wanted to signal them to be quiet. The golden rule was the golden rule, after all. But I simply maintained my straight posture and stared straight ahead. No need for me to break the golden rule myself.

"Pssst!"

A loud whisper, obviously meant to get my attention. I could hardly contain my shock at the intrusion. But it didn't stop there.

"Pssst! Bobby! There's a bug on your leg!"

What a silly thing to be making such a fuss over. I more firmly set my resolve. I would not look. But the giggling simply would not stop! And I realized that there was more than nervousness in that laughter. Mixed in was confusion and mild fear.

I wanted to look, but I resisted as long as I could. The golden rule, you realize. But when I heard the first, "Oh my God! What is it?" there was just no stopping it.

As quickly and unobtrusively as I could manage, I looked down.

What I saw horrified me. Years before I had seen a massive beetle, floating dead in a swimming pool, belly to the sky.

I thought it was huge at the time. But that was nothing compared to this. There, clinging to my inner thigh was the largest, most fearsome moth I had ever seen. Its wingspan was enormous, the size of my hand, fingers spread wide. It could have played octaves on the piano with its wings. I was certain, after my brief glance, that I had seen huge black eyes, empty voids piercing my very soul. I had seen a preternatural intelligence behind those eyes, something that no mere insect should possess.

But I was being foolish. This was no mere insect. It was a god among insects. I'm sure the other insects flying mindlessly toward the field lights knew this bug by name, and were utterly afraid to speak that name aloud, lest they grant this god more power. This bug stole into other bugs' homes in the middle of the night and ate their little insect babies. Mothers had woken in the morning to find their precious larva gone, spirited away into the clutches of some horrid beast, whose power was beyond measure. And now this god among vermin, this freakishly huge moth was clinging to my inner thigh!

But I was still in control. I would simply ignore it. I was being foolish. I had obviously exaggerated the size of thing in my mind. I had, after all, only stolen a quick glance down at the thing. But what if it had been that large? More importantly, what if that malice filled stare had been real? What then? I decided I would glance again, this time for longer. I supposed that the golden rule could be broken if no one actually noticed. As unnoticeably as possible, I looked again.

It was bigger this time, and behind those eyes burned a hatred that chilled my very bones. That bug could not stay.

I tried my best to maintain the appearance of the golden rule. I truly did. But I must have looked like a real ass shaking my leg back and forth. But I did my best, and I was afraid to move too much, lest I be seen breaking the sacred covenant of marching band. And the monster... it did not relent. Its grip was strong. Stronger than I could break at this moment. So I was truly relieved when the whistle blow came, signaling us to begin marching off the field. Surely it would release me when I began moving.

I was once again being foolish.

In disbelief I looked down again. With horror, I realized that it was now making its way up my leg, moving toward my most precious possessions.

At that moment, something inside of me snapped. Though I may have been facing a god with unimaginable power, nothing is more precious to man than his testicles. A superhuman wrath gripped me. No way was this thing, this moth, was going to take my balls like he had taken so many maggots crying from their mothers breasts. In that moment of blind fury I struck at him. Not even the golden rule
mattered now. I brought the whole of my wrath down upon his exposed exoskeleton. Take that!

Perhaps he was shocked at my insolence. Maybe I truly did injure him. Whatever he felt, he knew that I would not go down so easily, and he left. He took flight and headed for the field lights, no doubt to satisfy his rage by torturing and maiming those defenseless peasants that endlessly sought the light they could never have. At least they have seen you in a moment of weakness, I thought. They had seen a mortal man strike the God of Vermin as he moved toward his prize. I have diminished your power in their eyes and perhaps they will one day revolt against you. Perhaps they will steal away your power and finally reach the which they so fervently seek out night after night. I marched on.

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The smoke has reached the central Finland. I smell smoke outside. GODDAMNIT! Chemical warfare is supposed to be illegal!

OFN

BORN. To Janet Corbett, 31, a convenience store clerk in Puyallup, WA, and Satanachia, 6008, Grand General of the Infernal Spirits, a man-child who shall be named Enoch. The father came to the mother on the moon of a sixth day of a sixth month at the sixth hour in the form of a black cat. Baby and mother are reported doing well, and father is planning to arrange for the child to have a career in nuclear physics or pornography.

DIED. Arturo Sandoval, 61, of Guadalajara, Mexico, eaten by a nameless gibbering thing that appeared after he unsuccessfully attempted to summon Berich, 6008, a winged demon of gluttony. The imperfectly cast summoning spell resulted in Sandoval's gory consumption by the horrid thing from some long-forgotten sludge pit in a fetid and dank cranny of Hell so remote that Satan Himself knows it not, but Berich claims that Sandoval would have died soon anyway as his cholesterol levels were dangerously high. Berich released a statment urging all those who would call forth and bind the great devils of the eternal realms of torment to follow directions exactly and to consume less red meat and alcohol and lead a more active lifestyle.

ENGAGED. Terry Jackson, 24, third baseman for the Detroit Tigers professional baseball franchise, to Jeh, 6008, demon-whore of lust and debauchery, chief of mating demons, and seducer and polluter of perfection. The two met when Jeh was employed as a hostess in the Champagne Room of Squeezums, a Detroit-area gentleman's club. Jackson plans to purchase a home for his new fiancee in the suburb of Farmington Hills, while Jeh plans to slowly suckle at the soul of her new fiance until his batting average sinks below the Mendoza Line. To that end, she has left her full-time position at Squeezums and is now working only part-time at Twos, near the airport.

ENGAGED. Vepar, 6008, the mermaid-demon, bringer of storms, bane of battle, conjuror of seaborne mirages, to consume with maggot-infested wounds the pitiable and tormented soul of media magnate Ted Turner, 65, soon after his death from a massive coronary six years from now.

MARRIED. Olivier, 6008, Fallen Archangel of the Fourth Power and Tormentor of the Poor, to Hine-Nui-Te-Po, 6008, Queen of the Underworld of the Bold Maori. The two began dating in the late 1980s when the bride mistook him for the shade of recently deceased actor Sir Laurence Olivier; the romance survived its rocky start when the groom fell in love with Hine-Nui-Te-Po's gargantuan clitoris, with which she squashes the bodies of rogues and sinners into a bloody paste. The two plan to honeymoon in the First Round of the Seventh Circle of Hell, where they will hurl stinking viscera at the homicides and makers of war as they bob to the surface of the rivers of hot blood in which they forever thrash.

PROMOTED. Lt. General Adrian McArdle, 52, to the rank of Major General and Chief of North American Command for the United States Army, after sacrificing a dark-skinned virgin boy at blackest night to Furcas, 6008, the Old Man of the Horse and Spear, Demon Overlord and Teacher of War. The name of the virgin boy has not yet been released, but Furcas reports that his soul tasted of sweet date wine.

PLACED IN A BARREL OF MOLTEN PITCH WHICH WILL SEAR AND CHAR HIS EVER-REGENERATING SKIN, EMERGING ONLY ONCE EVERY HUNDRED YEARS IN ORDER THAT HE MIGHT BE TORN TO TATTERS BY THE KNIFE-SHARP BEAKS OF HUNGRY VULTURES AND THEN WASHED CLEAN BY POWERFUL BLASTS OF BRACKISH SALT WATER: John Hyland, 72, a recently deceased former automobile mechanic from Sioux Falls, SD.

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I have a puppy

I have a sheltie puppy I got a week ago.

Turns out that this puppy has already humped another, older male dog. My puppy isn't even house trained yet.

I think that's both sad or admirable. And scary. Imagine what kind of humping machine he'll be when his balls drop.

Slave Pageant

Hey, hey, it's time for another HENTAI REVIEW!

According to J-list, this is another well sold hentai game. I haven't played it much as of yet, but enough to provide you the encyclopedia of Slave Pageant!

ZRRR! ZRRR! - The sound of fucking. Old time classic. Vibrating cock, remember?
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! - Same as above. Perhaps the main character is Gollum?
CHAP CHAP! - The sound of girl giving fellatio to the main character. Reminds me of chomping sound which gives me goosebumps. The guy's manhood must be a few inches smaller by now.

The main character also appears to have a purple translucent cock in one scene.

The plot is that you train sex slaves from the prettiest school girls. But despite the orginal plot (yes, it's supposed to be orginal), it's actually very boring. Perhaps I have played too many hentai games by now, but I was seriously looking for more bondage. Okay, so there is bondage but it's all formal and lame. Leather suits and restraints. Bwah. I wanted to see nipple clamps, giant dildos, candles and all that fun stuff. And harsher words, the main character is just totally lame.

Ah, well. Maybe after I have played some more...