Monkey Consumer – PLAYING MINECRAFT AT 3AM AND DRINKING HEROBRINE POTION!

Hey.. h-hello..? hello!??! is anybody there..?? please.. i’ve been stuck in this chinese sweatshop.. working my ass off.. every GOD DAMN DAY PLEASE HELP SOMEBODY I DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT PLEASE THEY’RE COMING HELP ME NOOOOOOOOOOO!!

He heard the loud impact before he ever saw the result. It had been so loud that it had actually made him jump back in his seat. As soon as he recovered from the surprise, he saw the crack in the windshield. It seemed to be an analogy of the current condition of his life. Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost horizontal, emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression and a contradictory subtle play of features. Her manner was engaging. It had been her dream for years but Dana had failed to take any action toward making it come true. There had always been a good excuse to delay or prioritize another project. As she woke, she realized she was once again at a crossroads. Would it be another excuse or would she finally find the courage to pursue her dream? Dana rose and took her first step. She’s asked the question so many times that she barely listened to the answers anymore. The answers were always the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same in a general sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised her. So, she asked for the 10,000th time, “What’s your favorite animal?” But this time was different. When she heard the young boy’s answer, she wondered if she had heard him correctly. All he could think about was how it would all end. There was still a bit of uncertainty in the equation, but the basics were there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried to see the positive, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The end was coming and it wasn’t going to be pretty. Since they are still preserved in the rocks for us to see, they must have been formed quite recently, that is, geologically speaking. What can explain these striations and their common orientation? Did you ever hear about the Great Ice Age or the Pleistocene Epoch? Less than one million years ago, in fact, some 12,000 years ago, an ice sheet many thousands of feet thick rode over Burke Mountain in a southeastward direction. The many boulders frozen to the underside of the ice sheet tended to scratch the rocks over which they rode. The scratches or striations seen in the park rocks were caused by these attached boulders. The ice sheet also plucked and rounded Burke Mountain into the shape it possesses today. She nervously peered over the edge. She understood in her mind that the view was supposed to be beautiful, but all she felt was fear. There had always been something about heights that disturbed her, and now she could feel the full force of this unease. She reluctantly crept a little closer with the encouragement of her friends as the fear continued to build. She couldn’t help but feel that something horrible was about to happen. She asked the question even though she didn’t really want to hear the answer. It was a no-win situation since she already knew. If he told the truth, she’d get confirmation of her worst fears. If he lied, she’d know that he wasn’t who she thought he was which would be almost as bad. Yet she asked the question anyway and waited for his answer. If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an intelligent gorilla and the braincase of a man, you’ll have a rough idea of what they looked like — except for their teeth. The canines would have fitted better in the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide, thin-lipped mouths, giving them an expression of ferocity. He watched as the young man tried to impress everyone in the room with his intelligence. There was no doubt that he was smart. The fact that he was more intelligent than anyone else in the room could have been easily deduced, but nobody was really paying any attention due to the fact that it was also obvious that the young man only cared about his intelligence. Waiting and watching. It was all she had done for the past weeks. When you’re locked in a room with nothing but food and drink, that’s about all you can do anyway. She watched as birds flew past the window bolted shut. She couldn’t reach it if she wanted too, with that hole in the floor. She thought she could escape through it but three stories is a bit far down. He took a sip of the drink. He wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn’t matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had absolutely hated it. That’s simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it and smiled, saying it was excellent. I recollect that my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes. There wasn’t a bird in the sky, but that was not what caught her attention. It was the clouds. The deep green that isn’t the color of clouds, but came with these. She knew what was coming and she hoped she was prepared. I haven’t bailed on writing. Look, I’m generating a random paragraph at this very moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will start writing consistently again! He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if the marks on the stone were accurate. He couldn’t be sure. Day and nights had begun to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too long. Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try. What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown. Both were curious, but only one was brave enough to want to explore. That was the problem. There was always one that let fear rule her life. There was no time. He ran out of the door without half the stuff he needed for work, but it didn’t matter. He was late and if he didn’t make this meeting on time, someone’s life may be in danger. Sometimes it’s the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That’s what Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the street. While this wasn’t something completely unheard of, it also wasn’t normal. It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her bones and it wasn’t the way she wanted the day to begin. Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick. It may seem silly, but cake people and pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you are, but that’s not for me to decide. So, what is it? Cake or pie? Dave found joy in the daily routine of life. He awoke at the same time, ate the same breakfast and drove the same commute. He worked at a job that never seemed to change and he got home at 6 pm sharp every night. It was who he had been for the last ten years and he had no idea that was all about to change. This is important to remember. Love isn’t like pie. You don’t need to divide it among all your friends and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can always give more. It doesn’t run out, so don’t try to hold back giving it as if it may one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want. Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime, he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord, had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep. The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what was about him. He didn’t hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.

I wish they left that scene in. Just imagine if the west became more accepting of Hentai. By keeping that scene in it would possibly prompt more adults to research it and get converted into Hentai fans (I am one myself), in turn increasing the amount that is imported and thus increasing Hentai revenues in Japan, therefore increasing the amount of content created. We may have actually had Anime studios like Feel and XEBEC, who have done their fair share of Ecchi anime, start to produce Hentai too. The more accepting the public is, the less of a big deal Hentai would be and so we’d finally have superbly animated porn involving step sisters, little sisters, cute aliens from outer space and childhood friends.

There just isn’t enough of this porn in the west, and the Japanese are leading the way and leaving us behind. Not to mention we don’t get Hentai subtitled fast enough. Only a few high profile Hentai gets subtitled quickly, but because we don’t demand it in the west then there’s no commercial involvement and we have to rely on fansubbers (Those kind souls), and so we miss out on a lot of the more niche Hentai. I don’t only watch Hentai for the voluptuous thighs or the needle like nipples on their gorgeous women, I watch it for the fantastic way they are able to describe sexual acts. When was the last time you heard the phrase “I can feel your fat throbbing cock ramming my cervix at light speed. I am just losing my mind in anticipation for you to blow your huge white sticky load inside my tight highschool pussy, Big Brother.” Never, that’s when you last heard that in normal porn.

You know, not to mention that “Yamete” sounds much cuter and less serious when it is mumbled by a girl with 2 cocks in her mouth, versus “Stop”. There’s things that Hentai can do also that no regular porn could. Ahegao faces are one of God’s greatest inventions, the way that a female having a huge convulsing orgasm can pull such a cute face is incredible. My cock survives on Ahegao coupled with the cute mumblings of an mindbroken Japanese woman. And of course animated Hentai is nothing compared to what many amazing Japanese men (maybe women) draw. The art work in some of those doujins is better than anything which has came out of Italy in the past 1000+ years. Truly mind blowing stuff. The way they can make highschool breasts seem so soft and shiny, the way they can perfectly sculpt midriffs, the way they can get the absolute perfect amount of skindentation on thigh highs and the way they can make asses look like the softest, most delicious things in existence. Cartoon porn artists in the west often create art which looks like it’s straight from Cartoon Network. Whereas Hentai artists in Japan make art which looks like it’s straight from the mind of a man with the greatest tastes.

Just imagine how much more advanced humanity would be, how much we’d progress, how much happier we would be as a whole if it was just acceptable to watch a large breasted Anime school girl fuck her older step brother in the school gym. The fact that Japanese man have smaller cocks than us in the west is no surprise when you consider how large their brains must be to come up with the most erotic blood pumping art known to man. This is the sort of future we miss out on when mentions of Hentai are cut from mainstream american sitcoms.