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 Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 7:02 pm Post subject: Stories and other random shit found on pastebin most recent |
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| My Nightmare on 2014/2/4 wrote: | | Instead of a death penalty, high-profile offenders receive a "live penalty" where they're put in a coma and fully submerged into an immense aquatic tank for the rest of their lives. For some unknown reason, the subject can still breathe despite being underwater. The government randomly chooses a household to host the aquatic tank in its basement. I've never met him, but I can describe him based on his appearance. A Russian man in his forties with short blonde hair. Tough, squarish face. Average height, semi-muscular build. He bears a slight resemblance to Raoul Silva from "Skyfall." The government had selected my cellar to host him in. Disappointment hit me, but it hit my mother, the other member of my household even harder. Like a spectator at an aquarium observing a manatee in an aquarium, I experienced the profound surreality of of watching him peacefully float in this tank that was enormous enough to contain hundreds of him. Soon, my mother's frustration with storing him in our basement grew to the point that she wanted to have him killed. Although I had a notion of horror about this being carried out, I could understand her reasoning behind it: This man had committed a nearly-capital crime, he has no hope of ever regaining consciousness, and the presence of his body taints the aesthetic appeal of our home. Eventually, my mother convinced me to assist her in murdering him, while making it look like he died naturally, so the government would come and remove his body from our home. I saw a large, dark red curtain draped over the tank's glass. A thin layer of water flooded out from underneath the curtain, soaking my feet, much less pleasantly than shallow ocean waves meeting my feet on the sand on a beach. When we lifted the curtain, he had died. I can't tell you exactly how he died since I don't quite remember, but my mother had killed him and I had helped. I felt less alarmed than I should've been when we heard the neighbors inside our house up on the ground floor. We hurried past the Chinese porcelain vases in our modern-style cellar and up the stairs to meet them. To my relief, the neighbors had entered our house because they had wanted to buy something from us. |
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