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Hey, guys. So in order to help develop my skills as a writer, I've decided to make a little game. Well. It's not really a game. Basically, I give you guys a short scenario and present you with options, and then I'll choose the option with the most votes to continue the story with. You can also bring in an option of your own.

Here's my first shot at it:

"Hey, Alyssa!" a familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You turn see Eddie - your little brother - sprinting towards you at full speed. He looks panicked and terrified. Knowing how much of an annoyance he is, you briefly consider simply turning around and walking away. You decide against this idea, seeing as he'd catch up to you anyway and you're too lazy to run. He finally reaches you, but before he manages to say anything, he falls onto the pavement gasping for breath. You breathe a sigh of frustration and kick him lightly in the ribs.

"What do you want, you shit?" you ask.

Just then, you notice a group of older looking boys running towards you both, each of them red-faced and furious. Eddie spots them and quickly clambers up behind you. You recognize the one leading the bunch - his name is Jim. He tried to rape you at a party once. His attempt failed and now he's left with one less ballsack. You count at least six guys following close behind.

"Move outta' the way, Alyssa," Jim commands as soon as he reaches you. "We have business to settle with this little fuck."

"What did he do?" you ask, not showing even the slightest hint of fear.

"Your shitstain for a brother broke my lucky skateboard!" he shouts, shooting beads of saliva right into your face.

You wipe his spit onto the sleeve of your shirt and let out a frustrated sigh. You consider your options:

Option 1: Throw Eddie to the wolves

Option 2: Try to diffuse the situation in a civilized manner

Option 3: Take away Jim's last testicle

Example:

Vote: Option Blah

Option 3

Option 3

Option 3, he's asking for it plus the backstory leaves the main character with a vendetta.

Option 3.

Option 3

Option 3.

Option 3.

Feel free to contribute to the story yourself, or start a whole new one.

Most voted option: Take away Jim's last testicle.

Fuck it. You're exhausted from training at the local gym, and you're really not in the mood for this bullshit. You closely survey each of Jim's followers, making sure none of them pose a potential threat. Fortunately, these boys seem to be just kids from the neighborhood who wanted to appear 'cool' by following an angry grown-up. Even if they decided to join the conflict, you guess you'll be able to take them down anyway.

"Jim, if you had kids, what would you name them?" you ask.

"What the fuck does that have to do with this?" he asks in anger.

"I genuinely want to know. Tell me, and I'll let you have at this little bitch," you say and motion towards Eddie.

"Alyssa!" Eddie screams in horror.

"Hehe, okay. Well, if I had a son, I'd probably name him Tom - after my grandad who passed away last year. If it's a girl, I'll probably name her something awesome like Phoenix. Now, move outta' th-"

Before he gets the chance finish his sentence, you bring your leg back and send your foot flying right into the centre of his shorts. You feel something soft and squishy - most likely his last remaining cum-seed - sink and 'pop' upon impact. He squeals in pain and drops to his knees, clutching onto his crotch area.

"Say goodbye to Tom! Rest in peace Grandad!" you shout in between small bursts of laughter.

You then punch him right in face, making him move his hands, leaving his cock unguarded. You use this chance to kick him in the balls again, and this time he lets out an extremely high-pitched scream. His eyes roll back into his head, and he slumps to the ground unconscious. You spit onto his body and kick him in the ribs, causing them to break.

"Sorry, Phoenix! You're gone too!" you exclaim with joy. You turn to his followers with a wide grin on your face. "You want some too, you little assholes?"

They all back away, looking completely terrified, then they all hurry away. You turn and notice that Eddie's gone - he probably ran away during your small moment of madness. You let out a satisfied sigh and then carry on walking home.

When you reach your house, you're immediately greeted by the strong scent of alcohol as soon as you walk through the door. You check your watch, and your heart immediately drops. It's only 7:34 pm, meaning your mom is still at work. You came back from the gym too early.

"Hey, baby..." you hear a low voice whisper from behind you.

"Dad, please don't. I'm so tired from the gym. Please not now."

He chuckles and cups your left asscheek. "Baby, you've been spending so much time at the gym, we haven't got to spend any quality father-daughter time together..."

"But Eddie's home," you say attempting to make an excuse not to go any further.

"He's upstairs sleeping, he won't hear a thing..."

Ever since you were young, this has been happening. When your mother was at work, your dad would sexually abuse you. It's happened so much, you're surprised nobody's noticed yet. You turn your head and notice a kitchen knife laying on the dining table. Thoughts begin to rush through your head. Ever since you beat down Jim, you've felt like a new person. You feel like you can take whatever gets thrown at you and deal back a lot more. You're no longer the small vulnerable girl Daddy used to fool into using for his pleasure. You're bigger. Stronger.

"Come on, Allie. Get on your knees, just like the old times..." he mutters into your ear.

Option 1: Kill your father

Option 2: Run

Option 3: Submit

If this is too much, or really offends you, feel free to message a mod to take it down. Lol.

Option 1

If possible 1 then 2

Option 1

Option 1.

option 1 then option 4: hide the body

Option 1

Most voted option: Kill your father

This has gone on too long. This must come to an end somehow, and there's only one way to permanently eliminate the problem: Put an end to its miserable life. You're going to have to be smart about this though - you can't take him on in a fair fight considering his abnormally high stature. He's also fairly strong for an alcoholic in his mid-fifties. You scan your surroundings, and again you spot the knife on the table. The perfect weapon. With his hand still on your ass, you decide to use this to your advantage.

"Alright, Daddy. I could never say no to you," you purr, pushing your backside up against his raging hard-on.

"Heh, I knew you couldn't resist me. You always were a little slut. Now get on your knees and give Daddy what he wants." He wraps an overly-hairy arm around your waist and begins kissing along the side of your neck.

You clamp your eyes shut and resist the urge to gag in utter disgust.

"Daddy, I'm tired. How about we go over to the dining table so I can rest against it while you do what you do best..." you say, trying to act as convincing as possible.

"Oh, Daddy loves the way you think... Lead the way."

You grab him by the hand, and slowly begin leading him towards the dining table. You make sure your hips sway erotically from side to side as you calmly make your way closer to your target. When you reach the table, you turn and give him a quick wink before gradually bending over the table and taking up your position. He begins to fondle your bottom while you eagerly eye the sharp blade just a very small distance away. You yawn and stretch, feigning sleepiness, and then reach for the knife.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you proper, slut!" your dad shouts in excitement.

"Oh, I sure can't wait," you sarcastically mutter in disgust.

Just as he begins to pull down your pants, you manage to grab hold of the knife without him noticing.

"Daddy?" you ask innocently.

"Yeah, bitch?" he replies, still struggling to pull down your pants for some reason.

"Fuck you."

You swiftly spin around and he falls back in surprise - his erect penis sticking up from between his legs. You take this chance to pounce on top of him like a wild cat, and without thinking, you shove the blade right into his throat. His eyes are filled with a mixture of anger, pain, and shock. He clutches his throat and tries gasping for air, which only causes blood to come spurting out of his wide-open lips. You can't see yourself right now, but you can only imagine the look on your face. A look of genuine happiness.

"Oh yeah, Daddy! Does this feel good?" you shout, before stabbing the knife into his abdomen.

"Pllgreezz staahp! Staa-" he pauses into the middle of his pleading to cough out more blood, and then he continues. "Shglgloorrry!"

You ignore his pleas for mercy and continue stabbing at his torso. Then, feeling extra malicious, you move down and begin to slowly cut against his erect cock. By the time you're done, his shirt is in shreds along with his skin, his severed penis is stuffed inside his mouth, and you look like something out of a horror movie. You plunge the knife right in between his eyes, and then you leave it there. You drop into the puddle of blood beside him, completely exhausted. You don't know what you're feeling right now - it's a mixture between happiness, rage, and excitement. You've never felt this way before. You feel so...fulfilled, yet it also feels like you're missing something. You shove it off as a side-effect of murdering someone in cold blood for the first time.

Just then, you hear the front door open and footsteps in the house.

"I'm home!" your mother's voice echoes throughout the eerily quiet house. "Eddie? Allie? Honey? Why is everything so dark?"

Your mother then enters the kitchen. She switches on the light.

"Alyssa? Wha-" she instantly pauses and throws her palms against her wide-opened mouth. She looks at you - eyes wide in horror - and then looks at her husbands torn corpse sprawled out next to the table.

"Hi, Mom..." you say.

She begins to scream. She's going to attract attention. You need to do something quick.

Option 1: Kill your mother

Option 2: Try to explain

Option 3: Run away

Option 4: Blame Eddie

Option 2

Option 1. She probably knew your dad was molesting you and didn't do shit about it.

1

Option 1

As EndMaster said, she probably knew what was going on and didn't do anything about it.

Option 2

Her mother probably didn't know about it what was happening.

Option: 2

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1
 

Option 2.

Why do I have a feeling this might just end up as more hilarious than Love SICK?

Option 1.

Option 1. She's oblivious to the child abuse, and she didn't do NONE about it!

Option 2.

You sick bastards...

Most voted option: Kill your mother

You need to stop her now before she wakes Eddie - or worse, attracts the attention of your neighbors. You quickly scan your immediate surroundings. The knife you used to kill your father isn't an option now since its currently stuck inside his mangled face. You think about grabbing a knife out of one of the kitchen cabinets, but then realize your mother's currently standing in front them. Seeing no other option, you sprint across the room and tackle her against the cold solid wall. You grab her by her hair then smash her head back against the wall in an attempt to immobilize her, but it only causes her to scream louder.

"Mom! Shut up! I can explain!" you whisper harshly and then punch her in the face.

"Get off me, you crazy bitch!" she screams back.

She shoves you away and you go falling against the table. Your mom takes this chance to pull open a kitchen cabinet and pull out a stainless steel knife. She looks at you - her face twisted in anger - and begins laughing.

"You little cunt, I can't wait to kill you!" she spits.

"M-Mom?"

"Shut the fuck up! God, I've always hated you. I mean, why you! Why does he fuck you and not me!" she screams. You're sure Eddie is awake now. "He's always talking about how you're a great fuck, how good YOUR pussy feels. Now he's dead because he chose you!"

"W-wait... You knew?" you ask.

"Of course I knew! Why else do you think I wasn't here while he fucked you!" she screams with a crazed smile on her face. "He personally requested I never be here while he played with you! That's how much he loved you!"

You suddenly lose all sense of reason. Everything around you turns crimson red. Only the sound of your furiously beating heart can be heard.

Thump Thump!

Thump Thump!

Thump Thump!

Thump Thump!

Before you know it, you're on top of your mother - both hands around her thin neck - strangling the life out of her. Her eyes are wide open in fear. She attempts to punch you, but you pull your head back and smash it against hers. Her head rebounds and smashes against the hard marble floor.

"I felt safe around you! I thought you loved me! You were the only one I truly believed was on my side!" you scream in anger, tears running down your bloodstained cheeks. "I fucking hate you! I fucking hate you! Die, you cunt!"

You let go of her throat and she immediately gasps for breath, only for you to throw your bloodied fist right into the center of her neck. Upon impact, you feel something collapse and she begins letting out small exasperated breaths. You stand up and look down at her with what you can guess is a look of complete insanity. You lift your foot and then bring it down on her throat. She coughs up blood, and then stops struggling.

She's dead.

"A-Alyssa?" Eddie's voice comes from behind you.

"Eddie... Run," you say without turning to face him.

"W-what? Why did y-you..." he says in between sobs.

"Get out of here! Go to Bob's house or something! Just the fuck out of here before I kill you too!"

And with that, Eddie is out of the house in his pajamas running with tears streaming down his face. After a while, you hear the sound of a vehicle pull up in your driveway. You look out the window and see a police cruiser parked outside. Two police officers step out.

"Shit, they're probably here about that incident with Jim."

You consider your options:

Option 1: Escape through the back door

Option 2: Invite the officers inside

Option 3: Attempt to kill them - why stop your kill-streak now?

Option 4: Confess to all your crimes and surrender yourself

Edit; Option 666

Edit: Option 666 minus the rape but otherwise Briar Rose style

@Xiro Don't burn out man, you started this, so why not see how things play out here before your storygame

Option 666 (with Briar's changes), or 1.

Option 666

Kill the officers, burn down the house. Go chase down your brother, kill him, kill his friend Bob and that family. Rape the corpses. Eat the corpses. Burn down the house. Escape to Mexico and star in lesbian porn.

Is endmaster even real?

Blasphemer! 

I'm feeling extremely tempted to use this idea. I'll make a decision in the morning, lol.

Edit: Well, minus the rape, of course.

Amusing but not going to end well.

1.

2, because no police officer would expect a gentlemanly figure to be a murderer.

Because we're a chick in this, I say 1. 

Fuck sakes, this always happens... *sighs* Option 666... (1 if you want a serious answer)

Option 666

Option 4 

Execute order 666

Option 666

Option 666

Option 666... Only instead of killing the brother, I think you should team up with him and take him on your killing spree! You could go to his school and hunt down all the teachers and students who ever picked on him, then force him to kill them in the most brutal, traumatizing way possible... You're family after all! Family should stick together, especially since the parents are both dead and all.

(And I'm all for raping the corpses! I mean there's been two rapists in this game already. Not letting the protagonist join in on the fun just because she's a girl is sexist!) ^_^

Option 666!
 

666b.

Option 666, minus the lesbian pornstar. Gotta keep it PG. 

... Murdering your rapist father is PG? 

And so is the rape of numerous dead bodies. I see that my attempt at dry humor has failed. Actually, I don't mind pornstars, I just feel like it's a little anticlimactic in this instance and a little out of character. Why not take the murder spree to the next logical step and plan the slaughter of thousands of innocents? Though I guess the pornography industry isn't bad for humble beginnings. 

I figured after all that killing, she'd want to settle down for awhile. Briar's changes work too though. I guess she could star in incest porn with her brother when he gets older.

I have to say though, for those that voted for option 666, I've never been prouder of all of you than I am at this moment.

Well it wouldn't be a traditional Endmaster ending without incest! ^_^

True, but since this is Xiro's story, it will ultimately be his decision to choose how to end it.

I am merely providing a little humble guidance in his quest to become a better writer.

Option 666. Obviously it's the only way to go. 

Option triple six all the way.

Sheesh Xiro, way to leave everyone hanging.

“Feel free to contribute to the story yourself, or start a whole new one.”

Gimme that game fool, it’s a full time jack move…

OPTION 666

No time to escape, better take care of these pigs right now and as efficiently as possible.

You run over to where your dad dropped his pants during his “romantic” overtures and look in the pockets for the key to the gun case since he always carries it. After retrieving the key, you run to your parent’s bedroom where the gun case is and unlock it.

As you load the shotgun, you can hear the cops banging on the door.

“Yeah! I’ll be there in a moment! Hold on! I gotta get dressed!” you shout and then start giggling a little.

With a racking of the pump you run back to the front room. You don’t even open the front door, you just fire the shotgun three times through it, this is followed by a loud grunt and then a longer howl of pain.

You quickly open the door and see one officer nearly blown completely in half; his entrails, which are normally inside the body, now decorate your front porch. The cop must have just eaten at some fast food joint, because the smell of half digested burgers and fries mixed with human waste and blood fills your nose.

Meanwhile the other cop is missing part of his left arm. Bright blood spurts from the partially severed limb and you can even see the broken bone sticking out. The rest of the limb is a mangled mess on one of the stairs where it presumably fell when your blast hit.  In between the hollering and screaming, he desperately is trying to reach for his pistol, which is still holstered.

You don’t let him get the chance and point the shotgun straight at his head. Pulling the trigger explodes his head spectacularly with skull, brains, teeth and all the rest of that good stuff located there flying everywhere.

At this point anyone who was outside has either run inside and locked their doors or just run off the block period. More cops will probably be coming soon. No matter, you’re not staying here long.

You run back in the house and pack a few things you’re going to need, like more ammo for the shotgun, a couple of long kitchen knives, duct tape and some rope.

You then turn the stove on and go look at the body of your dead father and mother.

“Goodbye mom and dad, I hope the two of you fuckers are burning in hell like your corpses are going to be doing soon.” You say and then light the living room curtains on fire with a lighter before leaving the house.

You quickly grab the pistols from both of the dead officers and take their car. The house by this time is going up very quickly and by the time you get to the end of the block you hear a satisfying explosion.

“Shit, that was just like something out of a fucking action movie.” You say with a chuckle.

Now you just have to go find your little brother Eddie. You did think about killing him, but you realize now that you were just in the moment and were worried that you MIGHT. You really have no ill will towards your little brother, if anything you’ve always been protective of him, even if he doesn’t realize it half the time.

You have to be the one to take care of him now. You don’t know how you’re going to exactly, but he NEEDS to be with you. You’re his family and you’re the one who loves him. The thought of him possibly growing up in foster care or one of your other dipshit relatives sickens you. You’d actually rather kill him if that’s the case.

But first you have to go get him and he’s probably at Bob’s like you told him to run to. With any luck this will be an easy, in and out. If not, well looks like you’ll be making another mess…

You quickly drive over to Bob’s house and fully loaded, you blast the front door with your shotgun and kick it open.

Apparently you’ve caught everyone off guard too because you find Bob’s parents on the floor fucking. Or at least they were fucking before you barged into their house.

“What the shit?!” Bob’s dad yells. Bob’s mom just screams.
“I might ask the same fucking question. Hey! HEY! Bitch, shut the fuck up before I give you something to really scream about!” you order.

Bob’s mom shuts up and slides out from under her husband in an attempt to hide behind him. Yeah, like THAT’S going to help. Meanwhile Bob’s dad attempts to go for his clothes, but you point the shotgun at him to dissuade him from doing so.

“Ah ah ah. No. The pair of you just stay right there. Besides, you got a nice big dick on ya that’s pleasing to the eye. Way bigger than my dad’s. Guess you make your wife very happy with it. And if you want to keep ME also happy, you won’t try to move suddenly again. Now then where’s my little brother?”
“I dunno! Please, we don’t want any trouble!” Bob’s dad exclaims.
“Shut up. You mean he didn’t come over here?” you ask.
“Yeah, I mean no! I mean…”
“Yes. No. Well which the fuck is it? I’m losing my goddamn patience and my finger is getting really fucking itchy…”
“YES! Yes he came over, but we didn’t answer the door!”
“What? Why the fuck not?”
“Because it was too late for our son Bob to have company for one thing! For another we were trying to have a nice romantic evening and then your brother came banging on the door screaming and crying about his parents being dead.”
“Wait, so you heard y little brother crying and screaming outside about his dead parents and you didn’t even answer the fucking door to see if he was okay, let alone try to help him out?” you ask getting very angry.
“We thought it was another one of his pranks! He’s never been a good influence on Bob as it is and now it’s obvious where…”

You don’t even let Bob’s dad finish that sentence. You pull the trigger and blow his heart out along with several other internal organs through his back, which make a satisfying splatting sound as they hit his wife’s tits.

Predictably she screams as she’s now covered in blood and pieces of her late husband’s innards slide off her tits.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fucking scream? Now you’ve really pissed me off…” you say and then go over to her while brandishing one of your kitchen knives.

She screams and attempts to beg for her miserable life, but you’re not hearing any of it. You just stab at her face, at her chest, at her stomach, at her tits, at her hands, and everywhere else until you’re pretty sure she’s a human piece of bloody Swiss cheese.

You’re hot, you’re sweating, you’re covered in blood and you still haven’t found your little brother yet. You do find Bob though. As you’re doing away with his hysterical mother, you turn your head in time to see little Bob just standing there in disbelief. He’s not even crying or shouting.

You get a real sense of déjà vu.

Finishing his mother off, you stand up and get ready to walk over to Bob who hasn’t run at all. The only thing he has done is piss his pajamas and look on in fear and a shock as a mad girl covered in blood stand over his dead naked parents.

Being careful not to step in the puddle of piss, you pull Bob’s face up by the chin and look him in the eye.

“Bob. I going to ask you a real simple question and I want a real simple answer. Do you know where my brother Eddie might have run off to? Is there a place he hides or anything like that?”

Bob doesn’t answer immediately he just looks on in terror.

“Bob. I need you to answer if you want me to leave this house. You want me to leave don’t you?”
“….y…yes…” Bob says nervously.
“Then answer.”
“…sometimes he hides from bullies like Jim in the abandoned house up the street. Most of the time just under the back porch stairs.”
“Thank you. (Sigh) Sorry, but I don’t think you’d like living in a foster home either, and I can’t take you with me. So…” you say and then without any warning you shank the little boy right in the neck. More blood squirts all over you. A familiar feeling at this point.

As you survey the carnage you’ve wrought a twisted idea briefly comes to you about raping the corpses, but you decide against that plan. For one you don’t have the time. Two, the only corpse you’d really be sexually interested in, is Bob’s dad due to his big dick, but it’s sort of limp now so that’s out anyway. You do go over and stroke it a couple times and lick it a little though.

“Christ, Alyssa, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you just totally fucking lose it?” you think to yourself.

With your curiosity out of the way, you decide to do the same thing with this house as you did with yours. You set the place on fire by lighting up the curtains and go drive over to where you hope to find your little brother. You don’t find that any more cops have shown up (Or even the sirens of fire engines), but then again 911 always was a joke in this area.

You park in front of the house and make your way towards the backyard, which has no gate to prevent you from walking in.

You haven’t even looked under the back porch yet and you can already hear the faint sounds of breathing, stifled cries and a bit of rustling. Looks like you found him.

“Eddie? Eddie?! Come on out. I’m not going to hurt you. Everything’s okay now.” You say.

Eddie doesn’t come out, but you crouch down and peer underneath, you flick your lighter and see Eddie huddled away from you as much as he can. You can see this isn’t going to be easy.

“Eddie. I’m not going to hurt you. Come on out of there.” You say.
“You said you were going to kill me! You killed mom and dad!” Eddie exclaims.
“Eddie, I wasn’t quite myself. In fact I haven’t been feeling quite myself all day, but I just want you to know that I’ll never hurt you. I mean I took care of that asshole Jim for you didn’t I?”
“I…I suppose…but what about mom and dad?”
“Mom and dad were both assholes too. I dunno if you knew…probably not. But dad was hurting me even before you were born and mom knew he had been hurting me. They both had to go. They were shitty parents. I mean remember how they just left us alone in the house with no food for like a week and I had to steal from the grocery store so we wouldn’t starve? Remember how I took care of you? I’ve always protected and looked after you when things were bad and I’ve never lied to you.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but you reach your hand (Which is covered in dried blood along with the rest of you) out.

“Eddie. It’s just you and me now. We have to stick together. Do you trust me?”

Eddie looks at you hesitantly. He doesn’t fully understand what’s happened to you and to be honest you aren’t even sure yourself. You do know that you’re not going back to your old life again even if you wanted to, which you don’t, which might explain why you went on a murderous rampage in the first place.

“You promise you aren’t going to hurt me?” Eddie asks.
“I swear. It’s just me and you, forever and ever.” You say.
“…okay…” Eddie says and then takes your hand.

You grab Eddie and hug him and the pair of you make your way back to the stolen cop car. You’re about to rev it up when you realize you need to so something.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asks.
“Just stay right there. I forgot to do something.” You say and exit the vehicle.

You walk up to the abandoned house.

“Glad this is made out of wood.” You say and with your lighter, you set a portion of it on fire before running off back to the car giggling the entire time.

You and Eddie drive off.

You drive for miles and miles. Stopping for supplies when you have to. Mostly through illegal means. Actually ALWAYS through illegal (And very bloody) means, but through determination and a lot of luck, you manage to escape to Mexico.

From there you settle down in a shitty hotel room with what loot you’ve “acquired” along the way. Thinking that maybe you should try to set a “good example” for Eddie, for a while you attempt to curb your homicidal tendencies and go “straight” by becoming a lesbian porn actress. You’re pretty good at it, but ultimately it’s a very poor substitute for your real desire.

You go back to murdering people for their shit and in time Eddie who has grown up to be one twisted little pup himself by now thanks to your influence, ends up helping you in your grisly endeavors. It’s just like you always said, you and him forever.

And yeah, the two of you totally fuck.

THE END

Lol.

You should still go ahead and make your story. I'm sure you can branch it off into whatever else you want.

I just got a little OCD about this forum story not ending and felt compelled to give it one since I actually got a little invested in it.

Thank you, EndMaster, you are like the Santa Claus of twisted stories.

That was beautiful, classic EndMaster storytelling at it's finest.

Another masterful ending by the master of ends. Now we can all rest easy knowing that murder, necrophilia and incest have increased just a little bit in this corner of the Internet. 

... Still a better love story than Twilight ^_^

Yup 

Bravo! ^^