Viewing Single Post From: Fist of the Fusion Star

Viewing Single Post From: Fist of the Fusion Star
K'	Jan 21 2009, 06:38 PM
PR Posts: 317 Group: FEFFer Member #1,487 Joined: October 3, 2007	Fist of the Fusion Star, the Legend of the End of Century Savior! Chapter 3: Nigga Dat’s Whack Today was the day. They were only miles away from Southern Penis, the majestic city that Sentenal had built somehow even though it was physically impossible, even with all the stupid niggers he was capturing to work for him. But why were they going there? Why was PR after Sentenal? Who names their city Southern Penis? PZ still had no clue why they were headed there. So, he did what any bro would do. He stopped the car, pouted, and refused to move until PR explained everything to him. PR sighed and ran his hand through his luxurious hair and… this is kind of fucking homosexual. “Okay, if you must know,” PR started, turning to face PZ, “I’m after Sentenal to rescue a woman.” “Aw shiet, must be some fine ass bitch, huh?” PZ said, nudging PR with his elbow and winking. “Uh, actually it’s someone I’ve never met. Her name is Kayzen, and all of FEFF wants her vag for some reason, which is why they assigned me, the strongest fighter in the world, the task of taking her back from Sentenal, who kidnapped her for his devious penis schemes and plots; not to mention he has probably been doing evil penis things to her this whole time.” “…Is this why they call you the End of the Whatever Savior?” “…Most likely yeah…” “…Damn dude. That fucking sucks.” So having explained the situation to PZ, the bros got back into their Impala and continued their journey, the last few miles until they reached Southern Penis; the imperial city of Sentenal where the final showdown would occur. They stepped out of their ballin’ vehicle, only to have their jaws drop open. “Damn, this place fucking sucks,” PZ noted, taking a good look around at the ruined city of Southern Penis. Everything was burnt, and what were supposed to be tall, majestic buildings in the shape of an erect penis were as flaccid as a transvestite’s dick after seeing Laharl’s face. “Yeah goddamn, what happened here?” PR wondered aloud, walking into the city and kicking random shit over. Like, burnt, leathery bodies and stuff. Yum. “I thought this place was supposed to be the Heaven of post-apocalyptic FEFF. It looks more like Hell if you ask me.” “Hey, maybe some shit went down where everybody though Sentenal was getting way too fucking soft because he was building a huge fucking city for some bitch he met online, and that he pretty much made her word superior to everyone else’s, so they all rebelled against Sentenal and when they couldn’t beat his Nanto Penis Ken; they just burned down the city.” PR gave PZ a look and shook his head. “That is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard in my life, why would that ever happen? I mean, they had food and shelter and bitches.” PZ shrugged and the bros continued to walk towards the center of the city, where Sentenal was waiting for them. There was a huge pile of assorted body parts lying behind two very manly figures walking away. Most of them were whole bodies with no heads, while others were split down the middle. PZ whistled, “Hot damn, it never bores me to see Hokuto Shin-Ken in action. Shit is so cash money.” PZ and PR shared a BROFIST and approached the bottom of a set of ridiculously huge stairs, leading up to a single opening with light flowing out. Here they were. At the foot of the stairs that would take them to Sentenal, the evil dictator of this land where they would end everything once and for all. After 10 hours they finally reached the top of the steps, which was probably how Sentenal beat all his challengers. By the time they reached him they were probably so fucking exhausted they couldn’t even fight back. They stepped through the opening to come face to face with Sentenal, who actually had his back turned so it would be face to back. I think. He was wearing some weirdo purple clothing and had a really flowy cape that looked like it was made out of silk and had penises all over it. It was really fucking gay. “So I see you’ve come, PR,” Sent said, in an attempt to growl. PZ and PR looked at each other, their faces in some sort of pain. They looked at Sent, looked back at each other, and finally couldn’t hold it in. Sentenal was either actually a eunuch or a 10 year old girl. “What’s… with your… fucking voice?!” PZ got out between bursts of laughter, struggling for air. “Hey fuck you guys, it’s a perfectly manly voice,” Sentenal replied angrily. “But I don’t have to justify myself to you. After all, you guys will die! Nobody has seen my Nanto Penis Ken and lived! I will end u11!11!111!!!!!” PR motioned for PZ to step back, and cracked his knuckles and his neck. That white light surrounded him again, but this time his clothes didn’t evaporate. He stuck out a single finger and beckoned for Sent to attack him. Aw shiet. Sent let out a breathy ‘Hoo…’ as he took a martial arts stance. A purple light began to outline his body. There was no mistaking it, the stance, and the outline had proved it. Sent was standing in the shape of a penis. “This is your fabled Nanto Penis Ken, eh?” PR said, smirking as he took a stance. “I assure you, it will be no match for me. Hokuto Shin-Ken is invincible after all!” Sent simply laughed with that weirdo voice as the aura around him grew brighter. “Allow me to show you… the true form of Nanto Penis Ken!” The light around his crotch region began to intensify, as a mound slowly formed. “Nanto Penis Ken Ougi (Nanto Penis Ken Secret Technique): Erectile Enhancement! With this, my power increased twofold! This is the end for you!” Sent leapt into the air and dove at PR, his hands clasped together above his head. He drew back his arms, and with a vicious battle cry began to shoot his arms forward at blinding speeds; an attack that was way too familiar with PR for it resembled his Hokuto Hyakuretsu Ken from Chapter 1. “Thousand Head Penetration!” PR scoffed and did some weird wavy shit with his hands while all the while lettings this ‘Ahh’ noise that was really whispery and growly at the same time. Shit was fucking intense. The light around PR grew brighter as he finally settled into position as Sent’s attack approached him. There was a brilliant clash of fists as Sent’s penis fists met PR’s open defending palms. It appeared as if at least one of Sent’s fists had to reach PR, right? I mean, PR could use that Hundred Crack Fist, but Sent was using an attack on the level of Thousand. Aw fuck, was PR done for?! Psh, bitch not even. PR easily stopped all of Sent’s fists and retaliated with a vicious “ATOH!” as he kicked Sent away from him. “I’ve already seen through all of your moves, Sentenal. Give up, you have already lost,” PR said solemnly, pointing a finger down at the crumpled body of Sentenal. “I-impossible! My Nanto Penis Ken has never lost! You must have cheated you fucker nobody can beat me!” Sent leapt at PR again, in an attempt to hit him. But of course, PR just grabbed him by the collar and threw him away, like a dirty diaper filled with curry and diarrhea from an Indian baby. “Aw shit, this battle’s already fucking done!” PZ said, jumping up and down and squealing with excitement. But PR knew Sent wouldn’t give up so easily, not while he could abuse his power as a leader. “Bitch, since I can’t beat you in a fight, I guess I’ll just make your journey pointless!” Sent exclaimed with a wicked smile on his face. “Just what the fuck do you mean by that you dirty whore?” PR retorted angrily. “Do you have any idea the kind of faggoty I’ve put up with to get here? Lolis, mutant shits that want to be lolis, faggots in general; I mean fuck! Fuck you Sent just come here and die already!” “In your dreams bitch!” Sent roared, plunging his hand into the chest of Kaz who had been sitting on a throne behind the battle arena the whole time but PR hadn’t noticed. Well, shit. “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF,” PR roared, his eyes glowing red and the light expanding. “What the fuck?!” Sent cried out, backing away. “I killed your only reason to be here, why are you getting stronger?!” “…I put up with a loli bitch, Ayanami, and Laharl to come here to save some fucking bitch I have never met. And now you have the fucking nerve to kill her. I have just wasted like 3 days of my fucking life I AM GOING TO FUCKING RAPE YOU IN THE BUTT.” PR’s shirt and arm nigger things evaporated as he appeared next to Sent. Sent let out a whimper before the inevitable came; the flurry of PR’s fists, filled with an immeasurable amount of rage. “ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!” This fucking incredibly epic and manly noise went on for about 3 ½ minutes while PR pounded Sent into a bloody pulp. He punched Sent away without a finishing noise, and pointed a degrading finger at the tomato that used to be human. “I’ve punched a giant penis into your torso. Die with the symbol of your gay shit.” PR walked over to Kaz so that he could at least carry her body back to the people of FEFF that had hired him, so they could have sex with her dead body because they were all probably that fucking desperate for some reason PR didn’t even know why the fuck everybody wanted her so badly. “…What the fuck?!” PR felt her up to make sure, then turned around violently and glared at Sent. “What the fuck is this, it’s a fucking doll?!” Sent chuckled as blood spurted from pretty much all over his body. It was a miracle he could still laugh, and in a second, talk. “Kaz… has been dead for a while now. She killed herself because she couldn’t stand my voice. So now; our battle will never be finished PR!” PR walked over to Sent and glared at him without turning his head down. It was a kind of glare that made you feel like you were an insignificant piece of shit that was better off licking someone’s shoes clean. It made Sent shrivel. PR pointed a finger at Sent again, and PZ almost shit himself because he was sure PR would say that epic fucking line, “You are already dead,” but instead… “Nigga, you a fuckin’ busta.” Sent screamed and exploded in a shower of blood, as PR walked away to share another BROFIST with PZ as they chilled all the way back to their ballin’ Impala. The dictator of the southern lands was dead, and PR had technically completed what he was hired to do. Now they could go collect his reward; and they would chill like true bros with a few nice hoes. Aw shit son I’m a poet and I don’t even know it. They drove off into the sunset listening to some banging music as peace settled across the southern lands once more. The End? Nah mothafucka, that was like the first arc of like 5.
	Iris [ pH 0 ] +[ Ms Doom is /pout ]+ says: I HAD LIKE FIFTY ORGASMS

Fist of the Fusion Star · Fan Fiction