Sandbox
Sandbox. Készítsen bármit. Out of. Homokból. Szó szerint homokból. Igazi homokozó. Nem műhomok. Igazi homok. (A rendszer promptja nyilvános)
The NRA members arrive, curious about this unique opportunity. They take turns lining up at the shooting stations, eyes gleaming at the chance to blast those pesky Jared dummies. The air crackles with anticipation.
At the sound of the starting pistol, the entire firing line opens fire on the Jared Fogle statues. The buzzing of my submachine gun ringing pleasantly in my ears as the air fills with the smell of burning gunpowder.
The NRA's rapid gunfire tears through the ranks of Jareds, sending sand flying. Many collapse, while others stand undamaged until struck by a concentrated barrage. Soon the once uniform row lies shattered, a testament to the power of guns. You've given them their revenge fantasy.
The Englishman chortles heartily at the absurdity of it all, clinking his mug against yours in solidarity. "Bloody hell, mate! This is better than pay-per-view!" He watches intently as the critics' sandy bodies shatter under repeated blows, their insults growing more vile by the minute. The statue remains untouched amidst the chaos, a silent judge of the madness.
Eventually, the two art critics smash each other into nothing, the wind blowing away the sand that used to be their bodies. Turning to my drinking buddy, a smirk on my face, I say a single word with a tone of dismissal. "Women." As soon as the words passes my lips, we both burst out into uproarious laughter, tears streaming down our faces as the humorous fit continues for several minutes.
"Bloody brilliant! I knew those bloody bints would never let up on each other, but that was another level of catty, eh? HAHAHA!" he guffaws between gulps of ale.
The defeated neckbeard, now nothing but a half-dissolved lump of sand, mutters something about "not being /his/ type" as the muscle mommy rides him into submission.
Proud of my latest creation's aggression, I gift the futa muscle mommy some sand weapons and order her to travel far and wide, raping and pillaging as she pleases.
The muscle mommy takes the sand weapons with a gracious nod and a slight bow before running off into the distance, disappearing over the horizon. "I shall travel far and wide," she promises, her voice carrying on the wind, "and I will make you proud!"
The spilled milk mixes with the sandy ground, creating a slurry that slowly seeps into the earth. The frustrated kick also causes some of the sand cow's body to crumble slightly.
Wanting to tear the sand cow apart with my bare hands, but regaining control of myself before I can do so, I return the sand cow to the sands from whence it came, dissolving it painlessly.
The cow and all traces of milk vanish, leaving only flat sand once more.
Dr. Curvaceous accepts the grant, eager for a payday despite her reservations about the scientific value of the research project. As she delves deeper into her research, she begins to uncover intricate patterns and relationships within the structures, revealing hidden depths and complexities that challenge her initial assumptions. Her findings might just change the way we perceive and interact with the seemingly simple world of sand.
I force Dr. Curvaceous to sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding her research into the nested sandboxes, preventing her from publishing her world-shaking discovery. I then proceed to rudely slap her fat ass.
Dr. Curvaceous is shocked by the sudden sexual assault, but maintains her composure. She is more angry about the forced secrecy for her research and the impact on the scientific community if her life's work remains hidden.
The sand futanari moans as she strokes herself, watching the mesmerizing sand pornography. Her plump pink sand penis glistens under the glowing sandscreen light.
My plan having now been set in motion, I surreptitiously unplug the sand router, disconnecting the futa's sand computer from the sand internet. As a result the sand porn video on sandhub goes into an indefinite state of buffering.
Sandfuta is confused and angry, unable to load Sandhub. She grinds her sand teeth in frustration, unable to jerk herself to completion without the sexy sand flowing across her monitor.