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Oh SHIT! An ASCII Drawing of a Fetus!
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Watch out, don't step on the umbilical cord!
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[Concept and Design by GG]
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Centre of Eternity..615.552.5747 40 megs-Lotsa files-HQ of Toxic Shock
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Anarchy/Phrack/Sex/Toxicity/Nonconformity/Metaphysical/Pro-Insanity
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]{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}[
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Fuck the slimebuckets who support the pigfucking propaganda.
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Push for sheep sodomizing legislature.
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Alrighty, there once was a time in the eons of histories past, in a very
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parallel universe, when natural disasters occurred almost as frequently as
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jet black niggers having sex. So call me prejudiced. No, just have a very
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unliked sense of humor. Anyway, the disasters occurred in great numbers so
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each one was taken with indifference to the inhabitants of this alternate life.
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But there was one disaster that could not go unnoticed and unfeared, the
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dreaded:
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BIRTHQUAKE!
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Toxic File #60
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by Gross Genitalia
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The beings of the alternate reality of existence sat around, completely
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unphased by the floods, tornados, hurricanes, volcanos, and 727's crashlanding
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in their backyards. It was background noise. They were a race of metaphysically
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aware people and sat around all day engrossed in listening to Enya tapes.
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However, there was one event, as noted, that would capture their attention and
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scare the living fuck out of them - the Birthquake. Yes females and males alike
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ran in fear, hid in horror, of the Birthquake. Their Entity brought it upon
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them for both punishment and His pleasure. Fetus Almighty reigned supreme. In
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all that Is and none that Has Been, Fetus took the reins and drove everything
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to his liking and grossed entertainment.
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Becky sat in her living room listening to Watermark and cross-stitching. She
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felt a slight punching in her uterus; the baby was active today. She was so
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happy that her and her husband Don finally were able to start a family. She
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rubbed her tummy and called Don into the room. He felt her bulging stomach
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and bent down to listen in on the little one. They both smiled. He kissed her
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on the cheek and told her he loved her. Becky resumed her cross-stitching and
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lost herself completely in "Storms in Africa". It inspired her to stitch a
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complicated landscape, with a creekbank, a tree, and a beautiful sunrise.
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It blackened outside, the wind began stirring.
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"Don, honey, you ought to go roll the windows up on my car."
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"Alright dear."
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Becky lost herself again stitching. "Exile" was now playing.
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Thunder rumbled in the distance. To no avail, probably another severe
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thunderstorm brewing up. Another black drug dealer was off somewhere banging
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a corner whore probably.
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"Don, what's taking you so long?"
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"Becky, the sky looks funny. The clouds are pretty dark but they've got a
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reddish haze. You better come take a look."
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Becky hoisted herself out of her chair and reluctantly turned off the Enya
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tape. She walked to the back door with her husband.
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"Don, isn't that sweet. The baby just kicked aga..." THRRWWWWOOOOOOOM!!
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The baby planted a hell of a kick into the walls of Becky's womb and stirred
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around a bit. The clouds drew near, and the thunder rang out loudly. Don
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noticed something odd. The storm was so near, yet there was no rain. And that
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odd red haze in the clouds. Oh well. The two returned to the comfort of the
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indoors.
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SLLLAAAAAAAMMMMMRRRRRMBBLEBBBRR...... the baby kicked harder and squirmed
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more. Becky had a strong contraction.
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"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" She grabbed hold of a nearby chair and slammed
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herself down in it.
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"Honey are you okay? A contraction?" asked Don, like a complete fool.
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Becky grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to the floor and gave him a look
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of utter disgust. She screamed again. Don ran into their bedroom and grabbed
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the packed suitcase. He tried to pull her out of the chair and out the door
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to the car but Becky seemed to be unwilling. Another contraction. How could
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this be happening?
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"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT! DON!" Becky slumped out of
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the chair and onto the floor in her zenith of pain. Don was now frightened,
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and a clap of thunder seemed to shake the whole house. Don noticed something
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very important, the dishes in the china cabinet were still shaking. The clap
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of thunder was over, yet everything slughtly rumbled. Great a storm and NOW
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an earthquake.
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"Oh just great! A violent storm, my wife's in labor, and an EARTHQUAKE TOO!"
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"NOOOO!" boomed a very loud and meaningfully pissed voice throughout the
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house, and rang Don's skull. Of all the frequently occurring disasters that
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passed with no mind, Don was now scared shitless.
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Becky's legs were thrown backward and aside. Her panties disintegrated and
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she spun around by some unseen force and her bare twat was visible to Don.
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Don looked but wasn't aroused, he was too engrossed in his fear. He saw
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her lips spreading wider, wider, by some force they spread at least a foot
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apart and the clit swelled. The lips and clit began vibrating with great
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force. "Oh shit," he thought, "the baby's coming! The baby's COMING!"
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The bodiless voice rang out again, "Oh you BET IT IS!"
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Becky's hole was at least two feet wide now, and she was almost unconscious
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from the pain and terror. Up her hoel Don could see a cloud of red haze.
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Hey wait, it looked like the ones outside. The whole house shook violently
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now, and Becky's clit vibrated with utter force. Don wet his pants.
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And with large vibrations of body, earth, and etheric world power, the fetus
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shot forth from Becky's cavernous twat with immense force, quaking like
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an overpowered vibrator, and afterbirth was strewn about the room, destroying
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the newly upholstered furniture. The walls were crumbling, and Becky fainted.
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The fetus was hurled across the room and hit Don smack in the face, who
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shrieked in horror and cried out for his life. The house was shaking violently
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and the storm thundered overhead incessantly. Don looked out from his
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tear distorted orbs and saw the fetus looking at him. And in that instant
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the fetus spoke.
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"Hello daddy! Wanna PLAY???"
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Don shrieked, but it was cut short as the fetus bit a plug from Don's scalp
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and took a bit of skull. It walked over and grabbed firmly onto the suitcase.
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"Going somewhere?"
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The fetus swung it backwards and then brought it over, cracking Don's skull
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with its rapid movement and weight. The fetus jumped onto Don's body, which
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was squirming its way to the phone. The fetus pounced up and down, with each
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landing its feet plowed their way into Don's abdomen, sending blood and bits
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of gut in many directions. The tiny undeveloped child bathed its body in
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this goo. And with each landing the child chanted:
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"Dad..dy..does..n't..love..me..an..y..MORE!!!"
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"Fuck..you..dad..dy..eat..raw..waste..and..like..it!!!"
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And with that the fetus shot liquid excrement from its anal orifice onto Don's
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face and placed a foot into Don's mouth.
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Don was on his last strand of strength, wallowing in agony and sheer pain.
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He attempted to lift his hand off the floor and grab the phone but was
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unsuccessful.
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The fetus took a hand and slapped Don across the face, slicing it wide open.
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"NO!"
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It yanked the phone cord from the wall and tied Don's ankles to his front
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teeth. It had to break a few bones here and there to meet this contortion,
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but the changes were made to Don's now dead figure.
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The cloud of red placental haze emerged itself from Becky's cunt and floated
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about the room.
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And on Its command, Becky's insides were sucked out through her pussy and
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strewn about the room. Her flesh crumpled into a pile the size of a
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basketball.
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In the instant that Becky's and Don's house and yard imploded into the
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Placental Cloud, the storm dispersed and the quaking stopped.
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And Fetus laughed. His laughed could be heard throughout all known dimensions.
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Another Birthquake had successfully come and gone.
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