Quote (GoreRider @ Jan 26 2020 11:04pm)
The most entertaining story i’ve ever red :thumbsup:
Ty!
I actually feel a bit bad about my progress as everybody else and their dogs have already beaten hell Baal at this point.
Well, back to the story.

Me and a random sewer and even more random bats or sh*t attacking me. I don't know why i'm showing it as every f*cking living thing here - and some that are not - is trying to kill me anyway. Kinda hoped they turn into some super sexy vampires who bite me and end this f*cking misery. No such luck. Found a human heart. My organ business is blooming!
Ormus warned me that i have to meet some council or sh*t in Travincal. No problem! I'm pretty experienced in this field as judges have ordered me to attend counseling many times. Alcohol abuse *, anger management **, f*cking chicks who told me they're 18 ***, drunk driving **** and that kind of sh*t. Piece of cake!
Please give me a sec here and let me defend myself againts those false accusations:
* - Is drinking 3 weeks in a row really too much? Gz - you're an "alcoholic"! What kind of f*cking labeling sh*t is this? Are we living in a free country or some f*cking People's Republic of Sovietistan!?
** - I have an anger issue!? Me!? Tell it to my face and i'll punch your's so hard, that your gf/wife thinks you're Mickey Rourke! I'll f*cking kill you, you son of a b*tch, you *#%&* #** %*&%##!!!
*** - How the hell was i supposed to know they were minors? Ask them? Most of the b*tches i had sex with were way too drunk to understand anything! Ask for an id? What if they're vietnamese sex slaves i bought from the dark web and have no id!? Duh!?
**** - They told me that i lied to the police that i only had 2 beers before hitting that tree. Hello!? I really had only couple of beers and they didn't ask anything about whiskey, absinthe, meth and LSD. And they never asked that tree what was HE doing there right beside the road. They never even measured the level of alcohol in HIS blood! That's racist!

Me and my first counselor Is My Handjob Failed or smth. He wanted to talk about my childhood. Told him that f*cking his mother was a really traumatizing experience for such a young age. Or for any age actually. Especially when his grandmother joined. Whales belong to the ocean! Then we fought. Yeah, that's how most of my counselings end. He dropped a flail. Wtf is counselor doing with a flail? That's unprofessional!

Me and my second counselor Dork Assfisting. He asked me how i feel and if i need any help. I answered that i feel like 3 seconds before punching my counselor's face. And yes, i need a little help here as i can't find it - there're just two asses with sh*t coming out from both. Another refreshing fight! I really don't know why many people are afraid of counseling, they're actually petty fun!