Carter's Space was Dead - Chapter 1
Carter awoke suddenly. He was in a dimly-lit room and his arms were restrained in a straight-jacket. Isaac Clarke stood in front of him with a small torch which he shone into Carter's eyes. Carter hoped this was his erotic dream of Dead Space Rule 34 BDSM came true but it turned out for the worst. A huge dick dropped down from the ceiling and swept Isaac up in its girth. Carter got up from his chair and decided it would be a good idea to run. What he saw in the corridor was utter chaos. Half-dead light-brown alien demons roamed the corridors, killing anyone alive that they could. Carter spotted Darren in a cell of his own. The necromorph saw this primitive human as too stupid to kill, and sat down and listened intently while Darren told it about girls of his age that were 'whores'. The word was unfamiliar with the necromorph's limited vocab, but he didn't let it bother him. However, Darren got more autistic as he continued talking and the necromorph felt itself getting more stupid as he listened. In a fit of rage, he left the cell only to die instantly from a major brain aneurism.
Carter grimaced at the strange creature's vile death and the mouth of Darren, and he ran down the corridor, avoiding the creatures along the way. As he was heading for the door, a creature that seemed dead jumped up from it's wheelchair and intended to fuck up Carter's shit. Carter wildly flailed his legs around, hoping that he would kick the creature into the automatic doors behind it. However, the creature experienced Deja Vu and defended himself against the technique. He lifted Carter's legs and was about to forcefully remove them when he realised the fatal mistake he had made by exposing Carter's butthole. Carter, in sheer terror, let loose a Cleveland Steamer towards the creature. The fallout-inducing gas hung heavy in the air for a moment, then attacked at the creature's body with the force of a thousand Lams. The creature entered a vile fit of vomiting and extreme retching and collapsed on the floor after a blood-curdling scream. Carter did not have a device with which he could tweet about his enormous fart and so proceeded down the corridor towards imminent death, or the girl of his dreams.