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the following chapter contains explicit adult material of both graphic and sexual nature... If do not wish to view such thing splash douse your computer with rubbing alcohol then attemp to dry it with a lit match... If not keep reading.
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I could feel my mind slowly fall back into place and i became aware of everything. i could feel the pain spread all over my body and i was lying on the ground. i could hear voices. they were faint but i counted at least three. i couldn't see, everything was black and my eyes were closed. i tried opening them but it felt like i didn't know how to open them... i simply couldn't. i let out a low groan and i could hear the voices outside flourish at my responsiveness. they could tell i was alive now but i still couldn't move.
i could feel the pain all over my body start to fade away. it started crawling back from my hooves to my body. then from my chest to my neck and from there all i was left with was a throbbing headache which was gone in a few seconds. i could feel everything now and i could move. without hesitation i shot up from the air and i looked around. i backed away and started taking deep breaths. i looked around frantically and took in my surroundings.
there were three ponies in the room. the blacksmith and two royal guards. i looked at them in fear thinking they would notice me and attack but they didn't. they looked at me with sympathy. it almost made me want to lash out at them first... but i've got more important things to worry about now.
"sir are you alright?" asked one of the guards.
"what... what happened?" i asked.
"it was the most remarkable thing." said the blacksmith. "i've seen ponies try the mask on before but never has it had that kind of affect on them."
"what happened?" i said again with more volume.
"i have no idea... but it's like you just became one with the mask or something." said the blacksmith.
"what...?" i said.
"sir... you should look in a mirror." said one of the guards pointing over to one of the big mirrors for customers trying on new gear. i slowly walked over and as i saw my image slowly creeping into the mirror i became more and more shocked. soon i was in full view and... and... i don't even know. it was like the blacksmith said... i looked like myself but... it's like the mask just became part of me... all of me.
i had the same armor on but there were black metal plates covering everything. there were black chains hanging from random spots and the plates were scratched and worn from battle. my armor stayed the same and there was some chainmail parts to it. the duster had large metal plates too but it had what looked like spines coming out of the back... like a dragons spines. even my hat. it was metal plated everywhere and the skull key changed to resemble the mask. even the mask was not part of my face... but it looked like i could easily take it off. hell it looked like it shouldn't even be attached to my face. i spread out my wings and they were now armor plated with blades at the base and metal flaps covering the feathers.
and to top it all off the black metal was glowing with red symbols etched into the metal. like the style of the mask the symbols glowed a blood red. even the slots were my eyes are is glowing red. all my gear changed too. my sword became an evil black sword with the same red symbols in it. my rope wasn't rope anymore but a chain with a spike at both ends. and my tomahawk wa a demonic black spikey axe with the red symbol on it. my bow was the same. spiked with red symbols and the arrows were evil looking. lets just say i wouldn't want to get hit by one.
"what... what did you do to me." i said. you could partially see my mouth moving through the slots of the mask there the fangs were.
"i didn't do this i swear." said the blacksmith. "tons of ponies before you tried the mask on and this never happened." he said. one of the guards stepped forward.
"sir will you be alright?" he asked. i kept looking at myself in the mirror. the change was ratifying and sudden but... i looked badass. i felt both angry, confused and happy. probably the strangest mixture of feeling anypony has ever felt. i wanted to be mad... but i just decided to fuck feeling anything. i want to go to an inn, drink myself to sleep then wake up in the morning to continue cleaving my path of destruction through equestria.
"yeah... i'll be fine." i said smiling under the mask.
"alright then." said the guard walking to the other one and then both of them heading to the door. "have a safe night." he said and they left. i couldn't help but keep staring into the mirror. part of me wanted to take the mask off but i was afraid of what might happen should i put it on again. even my hair seemed to spike out like it was part of the mask. all this metal and armor... but i feel so light, what is this?
"are you alright..." asked the blacksmith.
"i feel bad about this... like it's my fault." he said.
"don't worry about it." i said in an angered melancholy voice. "keep the gold... i'm going now." i said. i walked out the door and into the streets. he tried stopping me but i just kept going. i didn't care about any of this... i just want this fucking day to end. first a bank robbery... then a train heist, now this... you know... today has been a fun day. i could feel some happiness and enthusiasm flowing into my body. and tomorrow i'll go on a raiding spree then get the fuck out of here.
i walked around the road for a while and it was getting late. i only managed to grab the attention of every pony i passed on the street. even the stuck up crimson followers stared at me. i walked around until i found a bar. i looked up at the sign on the bar. "Vixxxens bar... booze, beds, and booty." it said. the x's in 'vixxxens' were glowing red... i think i might like to stay the night here. kind of... unwind. i smiled and walked to the door. i pushed it open and walked in.
it was moody in here. it was nice and dark but light enough to see. there was a bar to the right with a long counter cut into the wall. it was big enough for two bartenders. then there was a stage where a stripper was grinding against a pole to electronic music. i didn't mind the music much but it sort of blends into the background. there were rooms for 'private dances'... and then a staircase for regular rooms. i was partially surprised to find that there were quite a few crimson followers in here. there was a large group of six sitting around at the lounge near the stage... what was more surprising was that i think one of them was a mare. i think i'll start with some beers and see what kind of hell i can raise in my drunken rage.
i walked over to the bar and took a seat away from some of the other ponies. the ponies next to me looked at me with curiosity. i turned my head and gazed back at them and they immediately filled with fear and turned away. i looked back across the bar and thought about what i wanted. there was a lot to chose from but then i remembered something useful... i don't give a fuck. if its strong its good. the bare mare walked over and smiled to see me.
"what'll it be hero..." she said winking at me with a slutty smile. the word hero made me laugh. "what?" she said wondering why i was laughing.
"darling i'm no hero." i said.
"sorry sugar... boss makes us say that to all crimson followers." she said.
"i'm not a crimson follower." i replied.
"well then... what'll it be killer." she said... a more appropriate title.
"something strong..." i said. "doesn't matter what it is... just make it strong."
"i've got just the thing." she said giving me a wink and walking away. she was swaying her hips to the music and i could see her undercarriage. then again i could see almost everyponies junk from this seat. i retched a littled and turned back to the bar. i looked over to the see the bar mare walking over a few bottles floating by her side. it took me this long to see she was a unicorn. "here you go... you wanted something strong, you asked for it."
"what the hell is this." i said as i watched her mixing the drinks and other things together. the shook them up and stirred them together in a cocktail blend then poured it out into a beer glass. the liquid was foamy but it looked like a slushie too... and it was blue, nowhere in that mess of alcohol did i see anything blue... nothing.
"we call it the mind lock." she said. "goest to you're head in a few seconds and it's stronger than a bottle of vodka." she walked away again flaunting her stuff to all the ponies to help another stallion. i stared at my blue alcoholic brain killing beverage and questioned whether or not this was a logical decision... ah fuck it, bottoms up. i picked up the glass and started drinking it. i downed half of the drink before the cold went right to my brain. it was a brain freeze but it soon faded and i felt it being slowly replaced by a drunken buzz... that was awesome.
i downed the other half and experienced the same thing. but the buzz came back as a stronger buzz. i think that was enough for tonight. i was already getting dizzy and disoriented. i decided that i didn't want to wake up tomorrow like somepony took my tomahawk while i was sleeping and wedged it into my skull. i called the waitress over. she walked over and saw the empty glass.
"you downed it already... damn you've got some balls." she said.
"got anything to kill a hangover?" i asked with my speech slightly slurred.
"yeah..." she said. "sit tight." she walked over to the back and soon came back out with a glass of orange liquid. "here it's orange juice... the vitamin C sucks the alcohol right up." she handed it to me and i grabbed the glass. i drank down the orange juice but i didn't feel much different.
"thanks darling." i said tipping my hat. i passed her some money for the drink and the orange juice plus a tip. i don't know why i tipped her. i guess i'm too drunk to care about being good or bad. and i just noticed i still had my mask on and stuff. how did i drink those beverages with it on. i felt around to my mouth and noticed my mouth is visible under the fangs of the skull mask... kick ass. i sat there and i could feel the alcohol and the buzz slowly lingering away.
while i sat there two gorgeous mares walked over and sat on either side of me. i automatically singled them out to be strippers here. one other thing i found interesting was that they were both twins. normally this wouldn't be a problem for me... but in my decreasingly drunken state, this was blowing my mind. i didn't mention it though. i wasn't thinking anything stupid like it was the same pony it's just that i didn't know how they could be identical.
"hey there big guy." the one to my right said. "enjoying the club?"
"uh... yeah." i said still confused.
"you need anything." the other twin asked.
"uh... not right now..." i said.
"alright... we'll see you later then." said the one on the right. they both got up and walked away and i watched them. they walked together literally side to side. they were right up against each other with their tails twirling together. for some reason the word 'lesbian' kept running through my mind... 'incest' too... that was running around in there too. i'm not sure if its for show, or a coincidence, or if they really are twins but they creep me out.
" i see you've met the twins." said the bar mare walking over and leaning up against the bar.
"are they really twins?" i asked.
"no... it's just for show... but they are sisters... just not identical ones, but you know, the boss though identical twins would be sexier so... boom, twins." she said.
"are... are they lesbians." i asked with the word being drunkenly shot out of my mouth. that was one of those dumb drunken things you should never say. i automatically wanted to take it back but i couldn't... it was out there... now we have to deal with it.
"oh the twins...pshh... those two are huge lesbians... it's gross." she said. i'm kinda glad that didn't go horribly wrong and get me slapped or something. i rubbed my head a little and i could feel my witts returning to me and my head clearing. i'm going to have to remember that orange juice trick for other times.
"that is pretty gross." i said.
"yeah... so are you staying the night... or just here for the drinks and the show." asked the mare.
"nah... i'll be staying the night... how much for a room?" i asked.
"it's ten bits a night for a room..." she said. "or you could get the 'sweet dream special' for 50 bits a night." she said with sarcastic air quotes.
"the fuck is a 'sweet dream special'" i said mimicking her sarcastic quotes.
"for 50 bits you get to stay the night and get some alone time with one of the girls..." she said. it sounded mildly interesting. i think i'll have a drink over it and get back to her on that.
"sounds tempting..." i said. "i'll have to get back to you on that."
"alright hun i'll..."
"hey hottie... hows about some more bears over this way." said a loud and obnoxious voice cutting off the mare. i looked back to see where it was coming from the group of crimson followers. they were getting up and slowly and drunkenly making their way over to the bar from the lounge area.
"oh damn not these jerks again." said the mare. the crimson followers walked over and they crowded at the bar sitting close to me... only a chair away. and my guess from before was right... there was a mare with them... 2 mare, what the fuck?
"come on little lady." said a large looking stallion in leather armour and a big axe. there were six in total. the guy with the axe. a knight with a sword, a pony in tight leather with scary looking knives, an archer, and the two mares were unicorn mages... the perfect round up... great. i could tell they were all drunk out of their mind... except for the archer who sat there acting calm cool and collective. the mares however are wasted to hell. they were blushing and they looked like they would fuck anything.
"you six have had enough..." said the bar mare.
"c'mon... just a little more, sugar." said the rouge.
"i said no." said the bar mare... "now go away before i kick you out."
"woah..." they all said.
"big tough barmaid is gonna kick us out." said the pony with the big axe... i could already smell trouble... and it smelt of fresh blood, i think she could use my help. i'm not sure why but i really don't want to see these assholes make a mess of this bar... that's my job. "do you know who we are... were the crimson order... we keep you're asses safe from all the shit out there and you're not going to let us have a few drinks."
"maybe you should give them a few drinks." i said to the bar mare. "infact i know a drink they might like." i said looking at the mare, she looked at me confused but the wires in her head connected and she smiled.
"alright boys..." she said. "be back with a few special drinks." she said.
"none for me." said the archer. the bar mare looked at him and smiled. the other five clamored their way over to me.
"thanks guy..." said the presumed leader of the bunch. "what's you're name."
"hot shot." i said reusing my old alias.
"hot shot huh..." said one of the two drunk mares walking over to me. she wrapped one hoof around me and smiled while the other one leaned against her friend. i hope that bar mare gets here quickly.
"he is pretty hot..." said the other mare. "you know the mares here aren't the only ones who know how to have fun." both mares were practically climbing over me. i tried to keep calm and act cool but i was burning up inside. i really wanted to put an axe in between one of their faces.
"what's with the mask." asked the rogue.
"yeah dude you can take it off we're inside." said the knight
"it doesn't come off." i said making up a quick lie. one of the drunk mares looked over and placed her hooves on the mask. i got afraid that she would pull it off but after giving it a few tugs she stopped. she looked at me in awe. i just remembered what the blacksmith said about only me being able to take it off.
"woah..." she said. "it really doesn't come off."
"thats pretty badass." said the knight.
"you know you should join the crimson raiders." said the guy with the axe. before i could answer him the bar mare walked over with five large glasses of blue liquid.
"alright fellas drink up." she said placing them down. the followers ignored me for their drinks. i noticed they were just slowly sipping on them... that won't do.
"you know guys the best way to drink these things is to do it as fast as possible." i said egging them on. i sounded like i was plotting something but they were too drunk to notice. i looked over to see one of the mares chugging the drink. she finished it in a few seconds and put the glass. down. here eyes dilated and she smiled.
"holy crap... that's awesome." she said. the others looked at their drinks and started chugging them. they all finished their drinks fully and shared the same experience. they were dilating and they looked like they just did a ton of drugs. "i think tha-" is all the mare said before she fell to the ground limp. the others got startled and got up except for the second mare who went to her friend and held her up.
"star...star get up..." said the mare almost crying. the others just looked at me with hatred and drunken rage. i just sat there and smiled.
"what did you fucking do..." said the pony with the axe. he looked between me and the bar mare. the bar mare was afraid but i knew it would be fine... he'll be down soon enough. it wasn't but a second later that the knight slowly fell to his knees and hit the ground like the mare. then the rogue who toppled over. he grabbed onto the bar to keep himself up but he just slid off and hit the ground too. i then looked behind me to see the other mare was out now. "you... what demon magic is this." said the pony with the axe.
"you seem more resilient than the others." i said getting up. we stood at the same height. i noticed all the bar was watching mow and even the music stopped and the dancer on the stage stood there watching along with her audience.
"did... oh celestia help me if you poisoned those drinks." he said gritting his teeth.
"nope... i didn't do anything wrong... this is all you're fault." i said, that only seemed to make him even angrier. "your friends are poisoned though... but you poisoned yourselves."
"what do you mean?" said the stallion practically yelling now.
"alcohol poisoning... those drinks were stronger than a bottle of vodka dn you're friends were already wasted to hell..." i said.
"you planned this." he said grabbing his axe and holding it in rage.
"not exactly." i replied. "i just said the barmaid should give you another drink... now i suggest you put you're weapon away before you do something you regret." i said sneaking my hoof into my duster and grabbing the handle of my newly changed tomahawk.
"something i regret... you'll be the one regretting this... i'll show you not to mess with the crimson order." he said. he was about to rush me but a voice stopped him.
"for celestia's sake ironsides... don't be an idiot." said the voice... it was the archer sitting at the bar. "you can't hope to win a fight in your condition."
"i can take this whimp... you know i don't get drunk." said the pony with the axe. can't get drunk... that's interesting, i wonder how that works.
"i know... but you still can't take him." said the archer. who is this guy?
"i'll show you." said ironsides. he yelled and charged at me... too easy. as he was right in front of me ready to swing his axe i stepped out of the way and tripped him. on his way down i spun and lashed out my tomahawk. i cut him clean across the back. it cut clean through his tough leather armor like butter and left a deep gash down his back. any deeper and i'm sure i would have cut through his spinal cord. he fell to the ground and let out a cry of intense pain. i twirled my axe in my hand and pointed it to the pony.
"next time you charge me... i'll kill you." i said.
"you fucking... ahhh." he said trying to reach the spot on his back but he couldn't. "fuck that hurts." he yelled. he got up and picked up his axe. "you'll pay for that." he took a small step forward getting ready to charge again.
"another step and i'll kill you on the spot... drop you're weapon and leave." i said.
"you can't kill me." he said taking another step. i quickly threw the tomahawk and it whirled through the air. it flew over and stuck him right in the middle of the face. his head started gushing with blood and grey matter.
"don't tell me what to do." i said. there was a collective gasp in the audience... and by audience i mean every single pony in the bar. i walked over to the dead body now laying limp on the floor spewing blood and brain tissue. i walked up to him and grabbed the handle of the axe and yanked it out of his head. it made a sickening squish and crunch as it left the skull, it also left behind a more sickening picture. i picked up the axe and looked at it. the blood seemed to seep into the axe and it glowed brighter. same thing with my armour and mask and well... everything on me. the ponies in the bar slowly started clapping then they cheered.
"alright what's going on back here." said a female voice coming from a door. the door flew open and a beautiful looking mare walked out. she had bright green fur with scarlet red hair and mane that were beautifully straight and silky. her eyes were deep blue and she had a cutie mark of two crossed feathers. "what's goi... what the fuck happened now." she said stopping her last sentence in exchange for a new one when she saw the mess over by me.
"who is that." i said to the bartender quietly.
"thats my boss... vixen." she whispered back. i watched as the mare walked over to the scene and looked around at the bodies. she smiled when she saw their faces. she seems like a regular mare but there's something scary about her. its like the feeling of fear driven respect.
"it's about time somepony wiped out these asshole crimson followers." she said. "all they do is come in here cause trouble and drink up all my booze... the only one that doesn't give me trouble is the one with the bow... so you killed them all." she said looking at me.
"well it wasn't just me..." i said. "you barmaid helped..." i said gesturing to the bare mare. she blushed and vixen smiled at her.
"so are they dead?" she asked.
"well this guys dead..." i said kicking the corpse of iron sides. "yeah... he's pretty dead... as for the others they experienced a king of accelerated alcohol poisoning... so if they're not dead now they will be... and if for some reason they survive i'm sure they won't be coming back here for a while."
"well dead or not i'm sure they won't be bothering us like you said." said vixen. "i'll have my boys pick up the trash... why don't you and i discuss the terms of you're reward hero."
"i'm not a hero." i said.
"hero or not you saved me and my girls a lot of trouble... so you're a hero in my books." she said.
"i don't like that word." i said quietly to myself getting a bit angry. she turned and started walking to the door and i followed her. the other ponies smiled and clapped until we both got into the office and she shut the door. before going in she gestured to two colts in the room to leave. they went over to go pick up the 'trash' and it was just us. i could hear the club returning to its normal routine outside.
"so about you're reward." said vixen. "i don't have much to offer you."
"then there's no need for me to be here." i said turning her down.
"but i do have something you might like." she said. i turned back to see her walking into a separate room. "in here." she said closing the door behind her i rolled my eyes and started walking over to the door. this better be good. i opened the door and looked inside. it was a large bedroom with a huge red heart shaped bed in it. i walked in and looked around but there was no vixen in here. i walked over and stood at the edge of the bed. i swear this better not be a trick. next thing i heard was the door behind me shut and click as it was locked as well.
i quickly turned back to see moxie with a seductive smile only a few feet from me. she started casually waltzing over. i'm pretty sure i know what's happening now. she walked over and stepped up onto her back hooves. she leaned forward against me and toppled me over onto the bed. she laid on top of me with her big eyes and her sexy smile.
"it's been awhile since i've had a decent stallion walk through that door." she said. she slowly started to unhook the latches of my armour and the leather armour came right off. she pulled it off and i took off my hat then my duster... all that was left was the mask. i grabbed the mask and slowly pulled it off. the glowing metal on my armor stopped glowing and it soon crumbled into ash and disappeared leaving my armor and equipment the way it once was.i took the mask off and she could see my face... but she wasn't scared by me.
she smiled and slowly started rubbing her hooves on the base of my cock until it sprouted and grew larger and larger. once it was fully erect she smiled. she dragged her tongue from the base all the way to the tip and cupped her lips over the head. the flicked her tongue at the head and i moaned. she slowly started pushing her head down to the base of my cock. she opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile. she pulled her head up and then pushed it back down.
she kept going up and down over and over again. i let out small moans that were coupled by the slurps and muffled grunts coming from her. i could feel a pressure building in me and i lost control. i reached out and grabbed her head and made her suck faster and faster. she didn't seem to mind. i pushed her head down deeper and faster and she let out little grunts while also massaging her own marehood. i let out a deep grunt and blew my load into her mouth. i pushed her head all the way down on my cock and forced it all down her throat. when i was done she pulled her head up and coughed and sputtered. when she recovered after a few seconds she looked at me and smiled.
"did you like you're reward." she asked crawling up me playfully. i just smiled cynically.
"it was pretty good." i said. at this point we were face to face. i grabbed her shoulder and spun over so she was under me. "ready to have some fun now." i said.
"what do you think you're doing?." she said. i started teasing her by prodding my cock against her pussy.
"you know you want it." i said. she closed her eyes and looked away.
"please don't." she said. for the owner of a whore house she was pretty innocent... i can fix that. i lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed my way in. she let out a few shrieks and groans as i slowly pushed my way into her. she let out a few more squeals and soon enough i was all the way in. she was quivering from the pleasure and the fear too.
"you can't tell me now you don't want it." i said whispering into her ear.
"i do..." she said timidly. "please go... i want it so bad." she said getting more courageous.
"thats more like it." i said. i pulled my cock back and slammed it back in. she let out a shriek and i started bucking my hips back and forth pushing in and out of her tight pussy. i smiled and let out a few grunts while she kept her eyes closed and let out a few moans and shrieks. i looked at her and smiled sadistically. i couldn't remember how great sex was but this is pretty damn awesome. she's amazingly tight for somepony of her... occupation.
she let out another squeal and i felt her cover my cock in her warm juices as she climaxed. i was getting there still. i kept bucking and i picked up speed. i bucked harder and faster and she started moaning and grunting again. she kept her eyes closed and just waited for it to be over. i pumped harder and faster and she grew louder and louder. i let out a few grunts here and there too. i could eventually feel a pressure building inside of me.
i kept at it for a few more minutes until i couldn't hold it in much longer. i thrusted my dick into her as hard as i could and i shot my load into her pussy. she let out a squeal and closed her eyes tighter while i let out a deep grunt. when i was done i pulled out and a little bit of semen started dripping out of her pussy. i stood back up and my cock went flaccid and tucked itself away in it's sheath. curled up into a ball with a few tears in her eyes.
"you know it's been a long time since i've had that much fun." i said smiling. she looked at me with terror in her eyes. "but i'm a nice guy... so i'm going to let you go." i said. she closed her eyes and kept to her ball. i grabbed my gear and quickly put it on. i put on the duster and my hat and i grabbed the mask. i walked out of the room and unlocked the door. i walked out and before i closed the door i could hear here starting to cry. i smiled and shut the door. i walked into the next room which was an office room.
i guess killing those crimson followers got me riled up. i'm feeling a bit mischievous now... but tired, mostly tired. i was about to leave the room when i spotted a long mirror. i looked at myself in the mirror and then at the mask. i let out a deep sigh and brought the mask to my face. i placed it on my face and it seemed to fuse and become part of my face. i saw in the mirror i was surrounded by a cylinder of red and black fire that hid my body. when it died down i looked like i did the last time. black plates of glowing red metal covering everything and changing me. i liked this look. it has an air of fear and danger to it... it's perfect, one of my best buys.
i walked to the door and opened it up. i left the room and walked into the bar. i walked over and it looked like all the ponies went back to the strippers and booze. i walked over and took my last seat at the bar. the bar mare trotted over and smiled. i smiled back at her... with more malcontent than usually but still... i smiled.
"so how was vixens 'reward'. "she said with more sarcastic quotes.
"it was pleasing." i said. "she even offered me a free room for the night." i said making up a lie.
"alright cool... did she say which one?" asked the bar mare.
"no... she didn't say." i said. she ducked behind the counter and went through a few keys inside of a bucket.
"ah here it is." she said holding up a key. "this is the nicest room we have... it's got the fireplace so it stays warm during this time of year." she said handing the key to me. i grabbed it and smiled.
"much obliged." i said tipping my hat. "think i'll be hitting the hay..." i said.
"alright... night." she said as i left the bar and headed for the stairs. i walked over to the stairs and made my way up smiling devilishly the whole way up. i got to the top and looked around. the key had a small number '5' written on it. i looked around and saw a room with a '5' on the door. i smiled and unlocked the door with the key. i opened up and i walked it.
it was a cozy warm little room with a bed, lamp, dresser, wardrobe, closet, desk, and a fireplace with a nice roaring fire... probably a magic fire. i took off all my clothes again along with the mask. once again the metal on my armour crumbled to ash and disappeared as soon as my mask came off. i placed them all down and crawled into the bed.
i closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. today was a pretty good day. got rich, hijacked a train, killed a few assholes, and fucked some broad... pretty good day. it only makes me wonder what kind of evil shenanigans i can whip up for tomorrow. while i have to admit playing nice made me feel a bit... weird. i can't really explain it. like it felt like how i was supposed to act. but there's no doubt that i'm the evil outlaw scar. that much is true and constantly reflects on me. but i don't know. i feel like i should be bad and good at the same time... it's confusing. being good seems like it would be more... i don't know... right.
but it's so good to be bad...
-Authors Note: I told you guys stat shit gets real... ( rape rape rape rape rape.). I'm sure that all of you are most likely confused as fuck and pranymore are having a hard tim. Following along with the story now... Let me help you understand...CRIMSON IS EVIL NOW! Fuckin deal with it... Keep reading and maybe it'll all make sense at the end... Maybe...anwireless your reading make sure to stay shady.-End of Note-