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vidya gaem idea21/11/2008

"Ancient evil" is always a huge cliche in RPG's. Instead, go the opposite. In the distant future, there's a ridiculously powerful and vengeful god-like entity that wants to destroy humanity. It did this in the future, but wants to keep killing dudes. So what does it do? It goes back in motherfucking time to kill dudes in the past. Evil sci-fi space-monster from the future vs. typical RPG protagonist with MAGIC SWORD.

You could have the world be typical fantasy, but that's boring as shit. Instead, it could be like classicalpunk. Ancient Rome, Greece, or Egypt with magic and other cool fantastical bits.
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Jews on the dark side of the moon27/10/2008
The Jews settled the moon in 2053, just about five years after the end of the Islamic Wars of the 40's, where the Middle East, and Israel , of course, had been obliterated by nuclear weapons.

The two million Jews remaining throughout the rest of the world - less than 100,000 total in all the Islamic countries - banded together and purchased the dark side of the moon, which no other companies or people wished to colonize.

Great transports were arranged via the 62,000 mile space elevator and the Space Shuttle and every Jew on Earth - including anyone who claimed any Jewish heritage whatsoever - left to go to a place where no one could blame them for anything.

The Earth rejoiced - happily rid of all Jews. There were huge parties throughout all of Sweden and the rest of Europe, Africa, Asia South America, and North America . (Now known as the Northern Alliance of Islamic States after the United States was taken over peacefully in the elections of 2040 by a predominantly Muslim Congress and President, who immediately passed amendments making Islam the main religion of the United States and the world.)

After the last Jew entered the elevator, (a David Goldstein, 62, formerly of New York), the Earth was officially declared Judenrein, by Hans Ibn Hitler, a great, great-grandson of Hitler who had been raised in Brazil and hidden by Nazis until this precious moment.

It was not an easy move for the Jews but, in some ways, it was no different than all their moves of previous eras. Some former Israelis, (still alive because they were out of Israel when the bombs dropped), claimed that the moon was easier to deal with because there were no Extremist Muslims. Of course, this precipitated a huge argument with some Jews, who felt not having the Radical Muslims nearby was not enough challenge.

Other Jews argued that taming a wilderness with no atmosphere, plant or animal life and freezing temperatures was enough challenge.

And yet other Jews argued that arguing was counterproductive. It came as no surprise to anyone that for the two million Jews, there were eventually one million synagogues. (With the other million Jew not joining.)

It was also no surprise that within just three years, the Jews had created a controlled environment that allowed for fantastic plant and animal growth and production. The transports, which had been called the Arks, had also carried two of each animal and plant (remember, Noah), and through the ingenuity of the Jews and cloning, there were now many new species which sped up production of food (cows with six udders, chickens with four legs and so forth.)

The population had rapidly increased and, due to the amazing collection of scientific and medical minds, most diseases and even ageing had been reduced to nil.
There was even a ministry of communication with Earth consisting of the remains of Hollywood producers and movie makers, who sent back to Earth portraits of life on the moon. Of course, it had been decided when the Jews first got to the moon - based on six-thousand-year history of people being jealous of Jewish accomplishment - that all news coverage of the moon's population would be 'movie-ized' to show only horrible things. The film industry, led by Jordan Spielberg, went to great lengths to fabricate news clips to show Jews barely surviving in the harsh lunar habitat. Artists and engineers labored to cover over the vast environmental successes with illusionary domes showing massive areas of wasteland - just in case anyone from Earth ever sent a spaceship with cameras to see what was going on.

But no-one ever did, and the years passed rapidly. One decade, then another. Bar Mitzvahs, weddings, brises, all celebrated under the artificial world that the Jews had created - not only had it not been that bad, but by the end of the century, some Jewish authors were calling the moon colony - 'Eden 2'.

Of course other Jews disagreed. In fact, much time was spent on disagreeing. There were even contests for arguing but, in general, there was peace. Anyone who threatened the peace was forced to officiate at a contest with people arguing about why that person was wrong. The contests would go on for days, (sometimes weeks) until the troublemaker begged for forgiveness. (Many penalties on the moon were similar to this, and were extremely effective.)

Back on Earth, life disintegrated without the Jews. There was a return to Middle Ages thought - only the current religion du jour was valid - all others were kept legislated into poverty until a war erupted and the positions changed for a few years.

Another amazing anomaly appeared when there were no longer any Jews on Earth - anti-Semitism actually increased to monumental proportions! Famous orators explained this simply by saying; 'I don't have to have a gun to be afraid of having my brains blown out.'

Additionally, without the presence of the Jew, the world developed incredible evil that had no release. (Previous evil had always focused on the Jews;) One Rabbi on the moon actually said God spoke to him and said that he, God was about to destroy the Earth because everyone on the Earth was evil. The Rabbi begged him to reconsider, and bargained that if there were 1,000 good people left on Earth, God should spare the planet. God then told the Rabbi, "Hey, I was through this before with Abraham and Noah and I already know the answer because I'm God."

People laughed at the Rabbi, but then, one day, while all the lunar citizens were going about their business, an enormous series of explosions was seen on the Earth. Everyone on the moon stared at the distant fireballs that seemed to engulf the blue planet that was once their home.

Although there had been great anger at being forced to leave the Earth, the true spirit of Judaism was always present on the moon, and no one had wished ill on to their former home. As in the tradition of the Seder (when the wine is spilled because the Egyptians perished and we do not rejoice fully when even an enemy has died) when the Jews saw what was happening, they began to weep and pray, and watch what was to be the final news broadcast from Earth.

The horror of the apocalypse was videotaped by cameras until all electricity was ionized by the new electron bombs. Entire countries were wiped away in the blink of an ion exploding. And then came the final transmission from the nation that had started the entire mess - it was a desperate headline screamed by a hundred dying newscasters. Their rant continued until it was just blackness. What were they saying? As the Jews watched, some gasped, others cried, and a few even laughed. For the last words of the disappearing civilization were a condemnation. "The Jews have caused all our problems - they left us here to face the mess they made." "If the Jews hadn't taken all the best scientists and engineers, we could have defeated our enemies." "Our enemies are the Jews! Kill all the Jews."

It took a little while, but the electronics experts pieced together what had happened on Earth during its last days Anti-Semitism, which had grown stronger and stronger since the Jews had left, had reached its pinnacle, and all the countries of the world had decided to launch a massive attack on the moon.

The attack had been coordinated by the United Nations and, although all the missiles had been launched properly, there was some sort of glitch in the targeting system, resulting in all the weapons colliding in the upper atmosphere and showering the Earth with a deadly rain of nuclear fire, electronic destruction and a generally bad day. The mistake triggered the military response of all the nations - (who all had nuclear weapons by then -plus a few other horrid toys) and the result was truly an Armageddon.

The Jews on the moon went into a period of deep mourning. The Orthodox rent their clothing and there were mass counselling sessions.

And then, about one week after the BIG DAY, as it was now called, a presence was detected heading towards the moon. Had one of the missiles escaped? Were the Jews doomed after all? The leaders checked with the defence experts - no, this was not a missile, it was an old-style spacecraft, like the ones used in the early seventies. As it approached, the laser defence was trained on the craft. Debates raged as to whether the craft should be destroyed or allowed to get close enough to communicate with.

A message from the ship came just in time. It said, "We are the last representatives from Earth - two from each country and we come in peace." Some Jews rejoiced that there were survivors, others demanded isolation or death of the approaching group.

The Rabbi who had had the vision of earth's destruction told the leaders that God wanted them to have a chance, so they were allowed to circle the moon. When told they could have a section of land to themselves to farm and repopulate, the Earthlings were upset. They told the Jews that they should be allowed to live with the Jews and have all the same privileges - because, after all, in Judaism, the stranger is given the same rights and privileges as the citizen.

Upon hearing this, the leaders went to the Rabbi with the visions, and he offered to guide the visitors to their new home. The leaders allowed him to give the instructions for landing. Of course, not trusting the Rabbi, the commander of the ship didn't listen to his advice and instead crashed into a lunar crater.

And so we have the final days of the history of the planet Earth, which have been generously shared with us by the Jewish colony of the 453rd Solar System of the (M Galaxy. Although the Earth is currently uninhabitable, the head engineer of the Jewish colony on Mars tells us that Venus will be fully colonized by the year 2120, and with continuous replanting, Earth will once again be ready for Jews returning from other planets in the year 2136.

An interesting side note - inside the wreckage of the rocket with the survivors from Earth was a specially marked package that had survived which included the following words: 'Once there was a great planet named the Earth. And there were many peoples on this planet, and they all existed peacefully with each other, except for theJews. Wherever there were Jews, there was trouble. Jews brought dirt and death and hatred and strife. They were finally banished from our planet, only to take with them many great inventors and scientists and doctors, leaving Earth with nothing. We have decided to destroy the remnants of the Jews, and since the first attempt failed, we are the last chance for Earth. Whoever shall find this will know the truth - It was all the Jews' fault.'

This panel has been saved and is on display at the Earth Memorial Museum at Rivka Crater, NW, for all travellers who wish to see the remains of a civilization that did not understand the words - 'he who blesses the Jews, is himself blessed, he who curses the Jews, is himself cursed.' Shalom.
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LOLPOLITICS26/10/2008
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About me:14/10/2008

About me:
Well, where do you start? 6.75%? Well, that's where we are at the moment. Let's just prey that the RBA does not move them any further. Let's ease up on the Christmas spending fellas! Fuck off
Who I'd like to meet:
Anyone thats experienced a rate rise first hand, mick he's my rate rise idol.. he taught me that i cannot buy coke anymore. Fucken jesus fucken christ

  My Interests:
General Rates, Fucking off
Music My favourite song would have to be The Economists - Mortgage Meltdown Paranoia. Also Econ-factory - Supply Shock to the System, anything thats like a kick to the face - ie, rate riser destroyer - FUCK UP
Films The Sub-prime Element is a classic. Also, Lawrence of Economica and "Rate Rise, Rate Rise" with Jim Economy
Television Efficiency Busters, Meltdown Mania, "Shut the lights off", "Two guys, a girl, and one power bill", Third Rock from the Power Grid, Seventh Rate Rise, Orange Economy, Rate and Rise, King of the mortgage squeeze
Books Encyclopedia of Rate Rises, Lord of The Rise, The Rise Man, The Mortgage Code, Harry 17 percenter, Charlie and the Revenue Curve, King Riser and the Knights of Monetary Policy, Rising Rate and his Merry Mortgage
Heroes Mundell-Flemming, Anthony Mundine

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Blacks1/10/2008
Blacks are the most contrasted people in existence.

On one hand you have educated charismatic blacks who always keep their apartments plush and don't spoil their kids like white/asian middle class couples, they are less likely to oppose something due to some petty foible and less likely to take things too serious to fill a hole in their ego compared to other races in the same income bracket.

On the other you have niggas, it might aswell be 1865 and they just walked out of the plantation, they not only lack any virtues but they idolise being a thug/hoe. Their politics are retarded, a consequence of populists preying on the race issue since the 50s, it's become part of their culture and they indoctrinate all their kiddies from infancy to believe in this shit and it's spreading to other minorities. Their teenagers are the most fucked up, they live in a total fantasy world, a blend between the days of slavery and a marxist capitalist dystopia, even though they could easily study using the united negro college fund and get a decent job they are constantly told they are oppressed and downtrodden and can never succeed, so they don't bother. Their tribe mentality has been pushed to the extreme, either you dress and act "street" or they feel compelled to rob you, they're fucked.
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A short conversation with my mind24/9/2008

Hello Mind

Today I come to you with a confession. A confession? Maybe. Call it what you want. I'm telling you how I feel about myself and the other hapless beings of this world. Do you know why I talk to you sometimes? No it's not because I don't have friends, it's because I see something in my mind that over 99% of people would toss away as nonsense without a second thought . The intelligence this mind shows gives me some hope. No, not prestigious private School intelligence. Not book intelligence. But the knowledge that just because something is said doesn't mean it's meant. That because something is typed doesn't mean it should be taken seriously. The knowledge that just because something looks different doesn't mean it is. That just because something is popular doesn't mean it's right. Because someone says something doesn't mean you should listen. Because something that looks scary doesn't mean it is. It acts as a release from everyday life as well. Where one can just let loose and have a few laughs without worrying about what anyone thinks. To laugh at things because nobody else will. There is no discrimination as everyone is made fun of.


I look at my parents and it scares me. They sit down everyday after dinner and watch television, usually reality shows or game shows. My mother goes to her room every night around 10 to watch the ABC or what-have-you and documentaries. My father stays in the lounge room and watches his stereotypical law and order crime show, whatever, you know. He stops every night around 12 and goes to sleep. Every night it's the same thing. Appealing? How do people live like this?

Is this what people have become? Is this what the human race has become? Why must my life be sculpted out for me before I even leave the womb? Start talking at 3. Begin school at 6. Graduate high school at 18. Graduate university at 23. Spend the next 40 years wasting my life working a 9-5 job so I can retire with lots of money. Isn't there something wrong with that picture?

What I hear is worse than what I see. How does one know what is truth and what is fiction in a world like this? I guess no one really does know. Everywhere I turn there are contradictions. Government scandals, religion, politics, global warming, UFOs. By now I've formed my own opinion on these, but I'm also the most open minded person I know. Do I know 9/11 was an inside job? No. Is there a possibility it was? Yes. Will I ever know? Probably not, but I've come to accept that. Now just apply that to god, extraterrestrials, and anything else you can think of. Why do people act like they know things they don't?


It's funny, quoting Einstein, " Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe". I've finally come to realize what he meant by that. He wasn't insulting us, but trying to get a message across that the majority of things that happen in this world don't need to happen. They only happen because human stupidity makes it a necessity. Patriotism is a joke. Loyalty to a country? Maybe that's why we are so fucked up. Money, nations, war, government. All of that only tears us farther apart as humans. The more time goes by, the more I think an alien invasion or zombie virus could do wonders for humanity.

I look at my friends. Ignorance is all I see. The rednecks are homophobes. The pot smokers are only going to grow up to be on welfare. The smart kids are naive. Most of the girls I have met haven't impressed me. I'm not going to waste my time on a girl I don't see anything in just to get a cheap kiss or really work her for sex. I used to like this girl in elementary school. But, it figures, she went to a different middle school and once we met again in high school, she no longer had a snort when she laughed, she no longer liked fart jokes, she was no longer a tomboy of sorts. Some would call this maturing, but... sadly it was not the case. Her breasts were huge, she painted her face, she used like between every 4th word like I do. She was dumb as hell. She was an ignorant pleb and thought she was funny for it and so did everyone else. She wouldn't even talk to me when we met again. We used to be great friends.

I look at this world and I don't like what I see. But I at least plan on trying to change that. So far I have met one person who I can actually say I respect. I don't want to turn into what society has planned for me. I plan on carving my own path. Going after what I want and no pathetic son of a bitch is going to stop me. After all, we only get one shot to have the best life we can on this spinning rock that's going straight to hell. If nothing else, just ask yourself, what do I have to lose? Not a whole lot my friend.

The more I look, the more I ask why people are the way they are. They can't seem to reason when the solutions are so obvious. Pride is our biggest enemy. But then you get to a point and you begin to wonder... Maybe I'M different. Maybe this is the way people are supposed to be. Fighting wars and killing themselves. Murdering, raping. Hating. Maybe we haven't outwit nature and it's only human arrogance. This is just natures why of keeping us in check.

It seems people like to eat every single piece of crap television feeds them. No, I long ago gave up hope that my parents were something else. Different than the average "Australian". That they could see they were just trapped in a vicious circle that most people don't even notice they are in.

I like my mind because of the private jokes we can laugh to. The fads. The jokes. It's the spirit of things that we forget in ourselves that really matter. It's how we do something not what we do that matters. And it seems you haven't not forgotten that. That is why you, Mind, are the smartest person I know. The least ignorant. The most humorous. The biggest hope for humanity. You, Mind, are the future of this planet. Whether you like it or not, in 15 years you will have either changed this world for the better or for the worse. I just hope it's the former.

So, tell me Mind....am I alone?

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22/9/2008
Interior crocodile alligator
I drive a Chevrolet movie theater.
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Cereal erotic content warning.11/9/2008
It started out as a joke. My friends had joked about it - even egged each other on to try it. We all laughed at the concept. Fucking a bowl of cheerios? The mere idea sent shivers down my spine. The initial roughness in texture. The cold milk shrinking my erect PENIS. "What joy could there be in that?" I thought to myself. After a few weeks nobody brought it up anymore. We'd moved on to different jokes and catch phrases as most groups do. They weren't as funny, but they definitely weren't as weird. We did the usual things and Friday was drinking day. By 2:00 am all four of us were plastered. Jake let out a long sigh after pounding another shot of SoCo and Kevin was loudly snoring on the couch. After a twenty minutes or so it was just Steve and I alone left finishing off our remaining beers. "Dude hold on," Steve smiled. "What's up man?" I said in my drunken stupor. Steve sloshed his way over to his refridgerator and removed a gleaming white bowl from the fridge. I instantly knew what it was. "What the shit fuck is that Steve?" I asked "Fuckin Cheerios man. You should fuck them!" He seemed excited. "Dude it was just a joke. Don't tell me you..." I was cut off. "Naw dude I didn't fuck no cheerios. But I will bet you $50 you won't do it."

I had my excuse. "Fine fucker I'll do it." I was becoming erect already. "How will I know you did it, huh?" I froze up. My erection started to die. "Is this some elaborate ploy for you to see my fucking dick, bro?" I shouted, nearly waking our sleeping companions. "Nah dude I just don't want any fucking cheating, man. I got $50 on this shit." "Fine, I'll do it with my back to you and just stick my dick out through my fly." I was erect again. We both went silent. I carefully walked to the corner of the room and looked down upon the soggy mash of Cheerios awaiting my erect cock. Without waiting I plunged my eager tool deep into the bowl. The milk washed upon my swollen testicles as they dipped into the soft contents of the bowl. I thrusted gently and realized how the cheerios seemed to react to the shape of my member. The bowl was deeper than I expected. I heard crys of laughter coming from Steve but I kept going. I wave of white anticipation struck me as my PENIS grew stiffer and my balls rumbled with an all to familiar feeling. I came. I came into that honey nut flavored bowl of beaten cheerios.

 My semen mixed flawlessy into the color of the bowl. My knees went weak. My breathing hastened. "I fucking love cheerios," I said with a smile. Three days had past since my first cheerio-man encounter. I had since then started experimenting with different things. I tried chocolate milk, but it the whole experience just felt... interracial. I tried adding sugar as well but the clean up became a hassle. Finally I settled on bananas. They were the missing part of the equation. The cheerio inspired orgasms had doubled in strength, but my roommates were growing suspicious. I had never ate cheerios in the two years we'd lived together and now I was going through a box per day. And nobody had ever seen me eat a bowl. I knew I had to be careful. I called Steve to to joke about it a few days after it had happened and he didn't remember. I lost $50 but gained an experience that can only be equated with touching God. It was a fair trade. With Steve out of the way I felt a little more relaxed. "But not as relaxed as I could be," I whispered quietly to myself. A grin formed on my face as I slowly exited my room and made my way down the stairs. Only my roommate Lynn was home. She was gorgeous, but I had no time for girls.

 I had cheerios. I carefully poured the bowl of cheerios into the deepest bowl I could find. I delicately sliced one whole banana and placed it meticulously around the bowl. "This is going to be a great night," I thought. I snuck outside to let the cheerios moisten, my PENIS throbbing in anticipation. My mouth moist as if the cheerios had some Pavlovian effect on me. I snuck inside quickly and plunged my cock straight into their cool, soft innards. I thrust my head back in pleasure as the banana slices gently caressed the sides of my swollen prick. It had been only a few minutes, but showers of cum sprang from my PENIS mixing into the milky broth. A quiet whisper escaped my lips. I began to cleanup and headed to the sink to was h the dish when I heard it. "What are you doing?" My roommate Lynn stood there barely awake. "I uh just having a bowl of cheerios," I smiled. "I'm fucking hungry and you keep eating them. Now I'm craving em. Hand em over." I was erect again. She eagerly filled her mouth with my magic potion of cheerios, banana's, and semen infused milk. "God this is good. No wonder you like it so much," She said as little streams of milk poured down her chin. "Heh, you're getting it all over yourself," I said. "Oh, I'll get it," She licked her chops in a way that made gave my rod a new precum finish. "This is so much better than usual - what did you add?" "Se-se-se-seenamon," I sputtered.

"It doesn't taste like cinnamon, but it does taste really familiar," I always knew she was a slut. She looked as if she winked at me, but I played it off as if my eyes were playing tricks on me. She sloppily finished off the bowl and hopped up on counter. She put the bowl in the sink and placed her hands next to her. "I always knew you were a Cheerio fucker," This time she definately winked at me. Life had been good since Lynn called me out about my new addiction. The truth was she loved the subtle semen taste mixed with milk as her ex used to cum in her soy milk when he was mad at her. She caught him doing it but had already developed a taste for it. So our relationship started.

I would sneak out of my room late at night and plunge my rod deep into a bowl. The thought of her devouring it the next day made harder than I thought possible and when I came it was, well, amazing. My life had taken a turn for the best and I was loving every minute of it. About two weeks into our relationship Lynn informed all of us roommates that her Sister and her daughter would be staying with us for a couple of days because of a fire at their house. I guess money was tight and they couldn't really afford a hotel. Nobody really objected, but inside I was in turmoil.

Could I really get away from my dark cereal obsession for a couple of days? I would have to try - I couldn't risk them finding out. They showed up a that night and I could barely hold back the urge to plunge my cock into a bowl of oatmeal Lynn's sister made for her daughter. It was an idea I hadn't considered, but noted I must try. We spent the rest of the night watching boring sitcoms on TV until everyone decided to get to sleep. I laid on my bed for what seemed like hours. I couldn't hold back anymore. My erection had formed a circus tent on my bed and I knew what I had to do. I snuck out of my room as I had so many times in the last few months and down the stairs. Lynn's niece was sleeping in her room, but Lynn's sister was asleep on the couch in that was less than 10 feet from the kitchen. If I was to do this I'd have to be stealthful, but the noises I made while fucking cheerios were ungodly. So I had another plan. I'd fuck them in the bathroom. I poured myself a bowl and snuck quietly into the bathroom near the stairs. I gave myself a few quick strokes to get me hard then I plunged right in. The cool milk creeped up my urethra and gave me a sort of numb sensation. I almost came right then, but I held back.

My erect cock hit the bottom of the bowl like a sledge hammer of meat. I groaned as the soft but gritty texture of the cheerios rubbed against my sensitive PENIS. Pressure began building in my balls as the slapped against the outside of the bowl. I stopped and smiled for a second before resuming my unholy act. And then it happened. I came but the sensation of fucking the cheerios so close to someone else took over and I came again - both ejaculations twice my normal size. I groaned loudly, but quickly caught myself. I grinned to myself as I played the scene of Lynn eating these tomorrow in front of her sister and niece. She would barely be able to contain herself. I walked to the door and went to open it, but as I approached I noticed I was hard again. A warm feeling washed over me. One more load wouldn't hurt, right? Yet I didn't sleep for long. I woke up early and went downstairs. I didn't watch to chance missing the show. I wanted to see Lynn get as worked up as she normally did when she swallowed her first bite of my cum and cheerios concoction. She had gotten so worked up about a month ago that she had started fingering herself as she ate. I'm sure most guys would have gone crazy to the sight, but I was fixated on the soggy lumps of over-worked cheerios. As I walked downstairs I heard the voices of Lynn and her sister. I hadn't really caught their names since I had been preoccupied with my secret so I figured now was a good time. "Good morning guys!" I smiled at both of them as they sat on the couch and watched morning cartoons. "Good morning," they both didn't look up. "My names Jack. I don't think I got your names though," I put on a fake smile. "Well my names Karen and this little terror is Stephanie," She smile back at me as she pointed to her daughter, Lynn's niece. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you guys. Mind if I join you for some TV? I love this show." I wedged in the seat next to Karen and zoned out waiting for Lynn to come downstairs. About 20 minutes later she did. She was dressed in a tiny mini skirt and a sports bra. She looked fantastic. It was the first time since cheerios I had actually been turned on my a woman.

She mumbled a greeting and walked to the refrigerator. I became hard with anticipation and did my best to shift my position as to not alert Karen or Stephanie. Lynn's eyes widened as she looked into the fridge. I could see her knees weaken a bit and she let out a little bit of a groan. "Are you okay?" Karen asked her. "Uh, um, yeah. I'm just feeling a little sick." Lynn lied. "Oh, well if you need anything let me know. I can't thank you enough for letting us stay her. You too Jack." Just then something terrible happened. Stephanie, who couldn't have been more than 5 years old piped up. "Mommy I'm hungry!" She said. Lynn's facial expression became devious. Mine became horrified. We both knew what was about to happen. Lynn spoke before I could. "Well we're out of breakfast foods really. But there is a bowl of cheerios in the fridge if you're hungry Stephanie." "I love cheerios," Stephanie sat right up and headed to the breakfast table. "They're a little soggy. Is that okay?" Lynn was clearly getting off on the idea. I hate to admit it, but I was too. Precum was oozing off my cock like the first time Lynn ate my cheerios.

 Lynn handed her the bowl and a spoon and sat down next to here with a glass of OJ. Karen asked us if we could watch her while she took a shower and Lynn agreed. "Why don't you join us Jack," Lynn smiled at me and I eagerly got up and headed for the table. I sat down next to Lynn and noticed that she had already started playing with herself under the table. I smiled at her and she winked at me. She took a sip of her orange juice and gently moved her hand out of her crotch and into my lap. She undid the button and tugged on my erect cock and gently started stroking it. Meanwhile Stephanie was about to eat the cheerios. She was about to take her first bite when my conscience kicked in. "Hey Stephanie," I said. "Hi Jack," She put the spoon down. "What if I take you out for some pancakes instead?" I smiled. "I love pancakes even more than cheerios!" She smiled. "But I mommy told me not to waste food!" Stephanie looked sad. "Well maybe Lynn will eat them," I smiled at Lynn but she wasn't having any of it. "No I'm not hungry. Jack why don't you eat them." As she spoke her grip tightened on my PENIS and the stroking stopped. "Yeah Jack, can you please eat them?" Stephanie's pleading eyes caught me off guard and I knew my fate. "Alright, I'll eat them. Then we'll go out for pancakes okay?" I gulped. I had never considered it but my cock was growing and Lynn could tell. She started stroking again. Her pace quickened as the cheerios got closer. I took my first bite and nearly came as it washed down my throat. The strong honey nut flavor was complimented by the subtle saltiness of my own semen. I was worried that I might have been disgusted, but all hesitation was gone now. I was thoroughly enjoying every bite. I could see now why Lynn loved it so much.

 Each salty bite was like a wave of passion flooding over me and I could feel Lynn stroking my faster than before. The pressure was building and I knew I had limited time before I’d explode in a wave of euphoria. Normally I wouldn’t care, but Stephanie was still eagerly watching me devour my tainted cereal. “Stephanie - why don’t you go and get dressed? I’m almost done and I know you’re hungry.†“Okay!†She hopped up from the chair and disappeared upstairs. She was just in time to because as I heard the door slam Lynn dropped to her knees and slid my already pulsing PENIS into her mouth and then deep into her throat. She gagged a something I can only assume was sexy as I put the bowl to my lips and began to suck the thick milk and jizz mixture; slurping as loud as I possibly could. A few months had pass since Lynn’s family left and I had kept up on my cheerios fucking adventures. Lynn still enjoyed her morning bowl and I had now upped it to four loads. But like any relationship things had become less exciting. I needed something to spice things up – to make things the way they used to be. I had let Lynn in on it, but she wasn’t very much help. “Why don’t you just fuck me? I’m pretty hot and I can take a dick well,†It was the only thing she really said and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was too different and frankly kind of grossed me out. But then I had an epiphany. Maybe it was time for a fantasy I had always had. My dick was already 4 inches deep into a bowl of cheerios as I came to the concept. It was time to try corn flakes.
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On a popular forum:24/8/2008
I'm interested by science fiction. I like time travel and futurism. I posted this question on http://img.4chan.org/r9k

There's an earth like planet. The size, atmosphere and climate are pretty much the same, the flora and fauna are similar in behavior although looking different. It's completely virginal, nobody has ever set foot on it before, and it is located far enough from Earth that we won't be able to reach it until we get FTL. Through Portals, Aliens, whatever, one group (A religious group, a nationality, an ethnicity, take your pick) of humanity is capable of leaving the earth completely with nothing but the shirts on their backs to that new planet before the way is severed. They will need to start over from scratch, reliant on the knowledge their members possess towards re-creating civilization, yet they will have the bounty of an untouched world before them.

What group of humans would you pick to disappear forever?

Here are some of the responses that I got:

The 1st Marine Expeditionary Unit of the United States Marines.
Scout the land, hunt for food, survive and rebuild.

Americans.
PLANET AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!

China, because I want to see if Communism actually works on a large scale.
And they're really fucking overpopulated.

American Indians.
Real hardcore American Indians.

Nobody.
Set up the planet as a preserve.
Maybe there's something humanity can look at without turning it to shit.

Send all of the niggers and wait a while so they can have time to kill themselves off and then send a proper group of settlers.

All the native americans 20 years before colonization. I really love studying native american history and they seemed to have the most beautiful architecture and standards of life. I'd probably also send indigenous australians, new zealanders, micronesians and polynesians too.
The technology that would develop would be completly different to our own and the civilisation that developed would probably be able to coexist with the planet and have no problems with pollution and overpopulation

I think that The Netherlands or planet Scandinavia would be probably the best place to live.

Planet soviet union. Holy shit this planet would be the best villain for sci fi\

South american planet is a cool idea. They probably could invent us some awesome new foods. Two-thirds of the veggies/fruit we eat today are the brainchildren of Amerindians.

Good-looking females and myself.
Jackpot.

Middle Easterns are far too psychotic to have their own planet. Also planet Jew would be fucking psychotic too.
I think that if suddenly all english speaking males and all spanish speaking females were transported to this planet the planet would be pretty epic.
(first languages nigger)

All extremist Christians, Muslims, and... yeah, pretty much every religious fucknut there is.

If you put religious fuckers there the planet would probably be ravaged and nothing would be gained. I think that if all of the atheists/agnostics got moved there then the planet would be utilized a lot better.
However, if a whole lot of atheists/agnostics were suddenly transported to a strange planet they might start believing in god and become psycho fundamentalists.
It's a fairly lose/lose situation.


Terraformation of planets is an interesting topic. Currently it seems unobtainable because all of the possible planets that could be used for human life are too far away (it would take longer than a human lifespan to get there) or we don't know if they could support human life (our telescopes are shit).

One of the ways to combat lengthy space trips could be cryogenic freezing where the human is put into stasis then reawakened when the destination is reached. This means that all the food won't be consumed and that the humans won't die out.

If we cryogenically froze a whole fleet of humans they would reach a new foreign planet and establish a colony. They would be far from earth and by the time they got there earth could be a very different place.

Space colonisation is seen as something that could solve the overpopulation problem that earth faces. Like a plant earth spreads it's seeds throughout the universe pollenating any planet the seeds land on.

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My thoughts in no specific order:21/8/2008
I love you all as equals. Brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers. There seems to be a lot more that makes us similar than different.

The butterfly effect: Something as small as a butterfly's wings could effect reality in a huge way.

Chaos theory: Every action has a reaction (consequence). Calculating anything and everything that could or will happen would take a lifetime and certainly no mechanical or biological intelligence could ever aspire to do this.

Six degrees of separation: You're one set away from everyone you know, you're two steps away from anyone they know. The theory is that everyone has six degrees of separation. Meaning that there are six steps between you and Osama Bin Laden or Elton John.

The Theory of Evolution: Every form of life on earth shares a common ancestor (probably a single celled organism). Conversely this means that all of humanity shares the same common ancestor. The only barriers that separate us are age, genetics and environment.

I feel like I'm not really unique and that everyone is fairly similar to myself. What's the point in trying to change anything? Who am I to believe that my ideologies are correct when someone elses isn't. I used to be an evangelical atheist but now I'm not quite sure what I believe in.

It seems like the smallest, tiniest action could create a gargantuan reaction. Does anything we do have meaning or are we just living played out roles. I know that we're all tenants on this planet but is there a reason for our existence. I guess it was easier being an evangelical atheist who could scream "THERE IS NO MEANING OF LIFE, WE ARE HERE TO REPRODUCE, GO LOOK UP CHARLES DARWIN".

It seems like anything I do will have a reaction and anything that anyone does has a reaction. It just feels like we're all pissing in an ocean of piss and somehow expecting there to be no more piss.


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