Allison in Applebee's Hell: The Lupa Thread

[Some Sick Fuck]

I have to admit, Brad's love quest ended up with a massive success. He kept trying until he scored a damn good catch. Even though he paid the price and is currently on the run from a nutjob that sprays sand from her vagina everywhere, I can see that smile being genuine and not his regular creepy pedo-smile.

[pibbs]

Oh, this story ain't done yet. We're just in the second act. He'll fuck this up somehow.

[VoiceOfReasonPast]

I swear each and every single one of Brad's smug grins is saying "This could've been you, Lupa"

[Le Redditeur]

I swear each and every single one of Brad's smug grins is saying "This could've been you, Lupa"

That's probabky not what he means, but I surely hope that's what Looba reads from it.

[Kugelfisch]

I swear each and every single one of Brad's smug grins is saying "This could've been you, Lupa"

That's probabky not what he means, but I surely hope that's what Looba reads from it.

Every night that hag cries herself to sleep over what eldritch spawn could've hatched from the egg that would've resulted from their unholy union.

[Tony Schiavone]

Every night that hag cries herself to sleep over what eldritch spawn could've hatched from the egg that would've resulted from their unholy union.

It could have been the Thing that tore a hole in time through the clawings of its birth caul, and screeched the song the ended the Earth.

Instead, she must cope with the fetid yellow ooze of an unbirthed dried suckling, in a barren waste.

[Kugelfisch]

Brad was the chosen one. The aeons old prophecy foretold that they would birth Death, Destroyer of Worlds. A billion souls would've been obliterated at the moment of it's birth. From it's epicentre a shroud of darkness would've slowly made it's way, accelerating endlessly to eventually consume the entire universe until nothing but a cold void was left.

[VoiceOfReasonPast]

At least we would've be done with everything.

[RAPEMAN]

I bet Allison's vagina looks like a deli counter exploded.

[Guest]

I bet it looks and feels like a dry sponge.