Writing Prompts

[Pixel--Dude]

Writing Prompt: The Assassination

Pixel--Dude is running for president. But the cult of the Black Pill run by @Mercer and @Mew6ix are plotting his political assassination.

[Pixel--Dude]

Writing Prompt: The Platoon

@Winston Wu and his platoon of Happier Abroaders are conscripted by the American Government to travel to Ukraine and fight! Specialists in the field, Winston's team are horrified when they realise that what they have been sent to fight in Ukraine isn't Russian, but something otherworldly....

Will the platoon survive?

[CaptainSkelebob]

Oooooh!!!! You guys are sly....
@Pixel--Dude and @Lucas88 and @Tsar
Especially Pixel Dude who is the pied piper of these fellas!!!
Im gonna get you fellas back for this
You sneaky mutherfuckers made a thread so you could mock me and take the biscuit did you???
Gotta admit!!! I was pissed off!!!
I was really triggered that you guys called me gay and make out I love ladyboys with cocks when I have never fuckin said that once!!
When have I said it???
Somebody plz fuckin tell me
Eh???
EHHHH!!!
I f**k ladyboys who have pussys I will make a thread about this and talk about how it aint f***ing gay to f**k someone who has a p***y!!.
Whats the matter???
You guys like cock instead???
To everyone here on happierabroad:
Im not f***ing gay!!!!
Ive f***ed over 100 women!!
How many women you pantysniffers f***ed???

That being said tho I have to admit that i found these short storys you all wrote pretty fuckin hilarious

I cant lie
But I was defiantly pissed off as well
You can be sure of that
But relax fellas
Eh?
I have a sense of humour! I can see the funny side coz I am comfortable with my sexualit6 and im not f***ing gay.
If ppl feel the need to point out that they dont take part in "bisecual acctivities" onlune to strangers then maybe they got something to hide
BWAHAHAHA
Hehe
But ye... Thanks for the laugh! And for the triggermetimbers

[MrMan]

I was really triggered that you guys called me gay and make out I love ladyboys with cocks when I have never fuckin said that once!!
When have I said it???
Somebody plz fuckin tell me
Eh???
EHHHH!!!
I f**k ladyboys who have pussys I will make a thread about this and talk about how it aint f***ing gay to f**k someone who has a p***y!!.

Having sex with a man is a homosexual act. And it isn't a vagina you were having sex with. It was a man's penis. Here. Look on this mad scientist sexually perverted trans operation website from Johns Hopkins, a hospital that I hear pioneered this perverted stuff, but stopped offering the surgeries because trans people kill themselves after surgery, but started back because of the trans woke garbage. https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/ ... -surgeries

So yeah, when you have sex with a 'lady boy', it's really a boy. Your having sex with the dude's penis, not a real vagina. It looks like they don't use the testicles in the construction of the fake vagina though. But if some of the doctors do, then if someone tells you having sex with a 'ladyboy' is 'f****ing nuts', then it might be true in more than one way. (Pardon the crude language. Just trying to get the point across.)

Also, what if you went to have homosexual sex with one of these trans dudes, and the man's pimp decided that you, a white man, would make more money. So he has a doctor cut your genitals and fashion a fake vagina out of them, pumps you full of hormones that make you grow breasts, etc. . Then he hires you out as a trans prostitute for white men wanting a trans rape experience, so they can have sex with what is left of your inverted penis, crammed up in a hole in your body, with the entrance made to look like a vulva. If that happened to you, would you be a woman, or would you still really be yourself, but with some awful nasty surgery done to you.

Whats the matter???
You guys like cock instead???

No. But a man's penis cut up and put up inside a hole made in his body is still a penis. You admitted to performing homosexual acts, so what do you expect from posters on a forum like this. If you were having sex with lots of women in Thailand, why did you want to have sex with a man? It reminds me of the book of Romans in the Bible, where men who were into depraved lusts were given over to lust for one another.

To everyone here on happierabroad:
Im not f***ing gay!!!!
Ive f***ed over 100 women!!

I think they call that 'bi'.


I didn't care for the stories, btw. Too perverted, and some were disrespectful to God. I just skimmed them, though. Too perverted. It appears they made me a hero of sorts while mocking me, but also made me out to be a killer.

[Tsar]

I didn't care for the stories, btw. Too perverted, and some were disrespectful to God. I just skimmed them, though. Too perverted. It appears they made me a hero of sorts while mocking me, but also made me out to be a killer.

My story had no mocking or anything. It's meant to be taken as an over-the-top fictional comedy, parody, satire, and spoof. No one should be offended or take it as a sign of disrespect.

[Pixel--Dude]

@MrMan I wasn't mocking you at all. In my story you were like a samurai who was fighting for good. Yes, my story was also a parody and supposed to be silly with some comedic value. I apologise if the material I had written was somehow offensive to you. Believe me, that wasn't my intention. I tried to make you cool in my story. The proof is at the end when Skelebob's Castle explodes and you don't even look back. Here is some video evidence to clarify what I mean:



Sorry, @CaptainSkelebob I did parody a lot of things you've talked about in other threads

[Outcast9428]

@MrMan

Dude, you look super cool in these stories...

I do agree they're a bit too perverted. @Tsar Some of those descriptions were, unnecessarily detailed .

[MarcosZeitola]

Writing Prompt: The Exorcism.

Write a short story about @MrMan performing an exorcism on @CaptainSkelebob

Mr. Man had tried to calmly explain things to Captain Skeletal Robert, or Bob, as he was commonly referred to.

"Bob, you have to understand... a ladyboy is not a real woman... you're being tricked. It's satanic, devilish tomfoolery," the older man calmly explained.

"Fook you mate!" Bob boisterously exclaimed in his colorful seaman's lingo full of spelling errors, "if it has a p***y, it's female and I will f**k it, ya bloody no good sissy boy wanker! Me mum who is a stripper taught me that when I was a wee lad!"'

"It's not a vagina, Bob," Mr. Man calmly explained, "it's an inverted penis. To fornicate with it makes you a homosexual."

As the conversation continued, Bob's face first drained of color, then turned increasingly more and more red as his anger and agitation grew. He could not comprehend what was being explained to him, or perhaps he did not want to understand. His responses became more and more rude as time went on, and at some point little droplets of spit started flying from his mouth. Foam began to form at the corners of the Captain's lips.

"I'm not a goddamned faggot! You're the faggot, you're a little beta male who cannot handle my manliness!! I have f***ed with over a hundred women and will f**k a hundred more each year!!! Growing more and more powerful with each lay... you cannot stop me from living my best life, you're jealous of my alpha nature and my high testosterone ways!!!!!"

At this point the Captain had begun to shake, his hands trembling, his whole body almost convulsing as he was overcome with extreme anger. He stood up, his scrawny pale arm with a mermaid tattoo on it shaking as he raised his fist in anger and moved towards Mr. Man...

"The power of Christ compels you... the power of Christ compels you..." Mr. Man mumbled softly and solemnly, his eyes averted, little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he threw little drops of holy water on the angry sailor in front of him, soaking him in Holy Wetness.

Suddenly, a heavy thud. The sound of a body hitting the floor. The aging Christian man opened his wary eyes and saw Captain Bob sprawled across the floor, unmoving. Right next him stood @Lucas88, still in "flying crane position". One well-aimed kicked had sent the degenerate sailor to the floor for a dirt nap.

"Strike first, strike hard... and above all, no mercy!" Lucas declared, winking at the Christian boomer who had failed to talk sense into the degenerate sexpat and hadn't been very successful at exorcising the devil from the poor sod, either.

"The devil got into that boy..." Mr. Man said, his voice trembling.

"No," said a previously hidden Dr. @Cornfed from a chair in the darkest corner of the room, smoking a large, Andrew Tate sized cigar as he stood up and felt the Captain's pulse, "'Twas was advanced stage syphilis that killed the beast..."

[Outcast9428]

Writing Prompt: The Exorcism.

Write a short story about @MrMan performing an exorcism on @CaptainSkelebob

Mr. Man had tried to calmly explain things to Captain Skeletal Robert, or Bob, as he was commonly referred to.

"Bob, you have to understand... a ladyboy is not a real woman... you're being tricked. It's satanic, devilish tomfoolery," the older man calmly explained.

"Fook you mate!" Bob boisterously exclaimed in his colorful seaman's lingo full of spelling errors, "if it has a p***y, it's female and I will f**k it, ya bloody no good sissy boy wanker! Me mum who is a stripper taught me that when I was a wee lad!"'

"It's not a vagina, Bob," Mr. Man calmly explained, "it's an inverted penis. To fornicate with it makes you a homosexual."

As the conversation continued, Bob's face first drained of color, then turned increasingly more and more red as his anger and agitation grew. He could not comprehend what was being explained to him, or perhaps he did not want to understand. His responses became more and more rude as time went on, and at some point little droplets of spit started flying from his mouth. Foam began to form at the corners of the Captain's lips.

"I'm not a goddamned faggot! You're the faggot, you're a little beta male who cannot handle my manliness!! I have f***ed with over a hundred women and will f**k a hundred more each year!!! Growing more and more powerful with each lay... you cannot stop me from living my best life, you're jealous of my alpha nature and my high testosterone ways!!!!!"

At this point the Captain had begun to shake, his hands trembling, his whole body almost convulsing as he was overcome with extreme anger. He stood up, his scrawny pale arm with a mermaid tattoo on it shaking as he raised his fist in anger and moved towards Mr. Man...

"The power of Christ compels you... the power of Christ compels you..." Mr. Man mumbled softly and solemnly, his eyes averted, little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he threw little drops of holy water on the angry sailor in front of him, soaking him in Holy Water.

Suddenly, a heavy thud. The sound of a body hitting the floor. The aging Christian man opened his wary eyes and saw Captain Bob sprawled across the floor, unmoving. Right next him stood @Lucas88, still in "flying crane position". One well-aimed kicked had sent the degenerate sailor to the floor for a dirt nap.

"Strike first, strike hard... and above all, no mercy!" Lucas declared, winking at the Christian boomer who had failed to talk sense into the degenerate sexpat and hadn't been very successful at exorcising the devil from the poor sod, either.

"The devil got into that boy..." Mr. Man said, his voice trembling.

"No," said a previously hidden Dr. @Cornfed from a chair in the darkest corner of the room, smoking a large, Andrew Tate sized cigar as he stood up and felt the Captain's pulse, "'Twas was advanced stage syphilis that killed the beast..."

Lol that's a good one

[Pixel--Dude]

Here's a few new writing prompts.

1. Covax Zombies. Starring @Cornfed. You can include any other forum members and real people that you want.
2. Mercer the Jewish dog after he survived the events of Skelebob Castle from my story and still has his new girlfriend, formerly Hunter Biden's fictional girlfriend, living in a cave on Skelebob Island.
3. Captain Vo tells a story of one of his adventures at sea chasing booty that ends in a mutiny.

I will write a Covax story starring @Cornfed I really like that idea. I also have a few other prompts to share.

Covax Zombie Apocalypse

My name is @Cornfed and I saw the apocalypse coming a mile away! I tried to warn the lemmings of the dangers, but the stupid sons of bitches didn't want to listen and so they got what they deserved!

I had invested a sizable portion of my savings into fortifying my home and making it the last bastion of my defence should the vax lemmings or the corporate overlords they serve come banging on my door, but fortunately for me that never happened. The vaccine was deadlier than I had first anticipated and from a sliding metal opening in my fortified front door I watched as my neighbours chased each other down the streets and literally tore each other apart.

There was a banging on my door which disturbed me from a workout session I was doing in my living room. It wasn't a zombified vax lemming, that was immediately apparent when I heard hushed voices whispering in panicked urgency. These must be my neighbours.

"Cornfed!!" The neighbour called my name desperately, telling his wife to shut the f**k up and wait around the corner.

"Get lost, Rick!" I called back calmly. I grabbed my bolt action Remington rifle from its cabinet and started loading shells into it. Ain't nobody getting in my castle! With my free hand I slid open the small metallic section of the door so I could get a better look at who was out there.

Rick was standing covered in sweat in a blue Hawaiin shirt covered with palm trees. He wore khaki shorts and ran a hand through his curly red hair with an exasperated sigh.

"Come on, man! Open the door!" He renewed his effort to batter down the metal door and get inside. "You can't leave me and my family to die out here!" he pleaded again.

I felt my temper flare up, "Didn't I f***ing warn you, Rick?!" I told him angrily. "You didn't believe me! Nobody believed me and now look! The world is going to shit!"

"C'mon man...." Rick looked around the streets nervously. "One of those things broke into our home! Tore our dog to pieces!"

"Not my problem."

"Goddammit, Cornfed! Don't be a f***ing asshole! Open the f***ing door!"

I huffed and shook my head. I held the Remington in both hands and shoved the barrel of the rifle through the small opening in the door. I cocked the lever and through gritted teeth I gave the sonofabitch his last warning. "This is the last time I'm going to warn you, Rick! f**k off! Get the hell away from my door or I'll blow your goddamn head off!"

"Cornfed, I can't! I need somewhere safe for my family!" He banged on the door some more.

"Get away from the door!" I yelled as I pulled the trigger. The rifle gave kickback and my ears rang from the deafening bang and there was a thud on the other side of the door. Then an interval of silence followed by the screams of a woman and a small child.

I looked through the door and Rick was lying on his back with a hole in him. He was dead. His wife and daughter were standing at the corner of the house screaming. The noise would undoubtedly attract numbers of the vax zombies. The mother of the child knew this and ushered her daughter across the lawn and out of my view. She gave one last lingering look at her dead husband before she left.

I removed the baseball cap from my head and sighed. It seemed unreal that only a few week ago I was enjoying a leisurely BBQ with Rick and his family over at his house. I slumped into my armchair and decided to get some rest.

It must have been the early hours of the morning when I woke. I could hear the dragging of feet outside and a quick glance through my curtain revealed to me that there was a handful of them out in the street. The sounds of their dragging feet were all that could be heard of my own laboured breathing.

There was a young female one in a pink dressing gown and one foot clad in a fluffy pink slipper. She might have been pretty when she was a living human, but since she obviously took her lethal injection of a clot shot any sympathy I had for these lemmings had evaporated when they made their ill-informed decision.

Another one was a man in a suit, his face was partially missing, the edge of the wound resembled teeth marks. Hard to tell if he was another lemming or a poor victim who was attacked.

I closed the curtain and moved cautiously back to my arm chair. The metal door and the bars on my windows would protect me from any covax zombies that tried to access my property. I knew why they had come. The sound of the Remington would've been heard throughout a few neighbourhoods and attracted them here looking for fresh, unvaccinated flesh.

I walked to the sink and turned on the tap. Nothing. My heart started thumping. "What the...." I spun the head of the tap again but still nothing came out. The electricity had gone. The water was pumped electronically and I kicked myself for not filling up my sink, bathtub and any other receptacle I could find. This drastically cut down how long I could survive holding out here and it didn't look like the zombdemic was going to subside anytime soon...

I walked with a lighter so I could illuminate my way without attracting the attention of the zombies outside with a big light on. Made that mistake once already and the bastards were trying for hours to get in here, only giving up in order to chase some poor unfortunate who had stumbled into our neighbourhood.

I made my way to the fridge and observed what little supplies I had left in my fridge. Some old pizza, a few bottles of water, cheese and some vegetables that looked like they were going on the turn. My cupboards also contained bare shelves save a few tins of beans, soups, a jar of pickles, breakfast cereals and different sauces.

I huffed. Mulling over the precarious predicament I was in. I had rationed my supplies best I could, but since the vax lemming pandemic kicked in at an inconvenient time I hadn't had time to organise any supplies beforehand. I kicked myself for my short-sightedness! The way I saw it I had two options:

1. Stay here in my fortress until I starved to death.

2. Venture out into the covaids infested world and risk joining their ranks as a mindless vax zombie.

"What about neighbours house raid?" I asked myself aloud. "No, no, no! I can't go out there! Ain't safe!"

As I wrestled with the quandary before me I was suddenly distracted by the sound of a nearby car alarm blaring constantly. I could see the lights flashing through my curtains and I edged closer to peek and take a look what was going on.

One of the lemmings had staggered into a neighbours parked car and set off the alarm. Now there was at least double the number of covaids zombies there were before and even more silhouettes could be seen making their way towards the noise from farther down the street. They were becoming restless and agitated, their pitiful groans of melancholy had turned into vicious snarls as they twisted their hideous decaying bodies and surveyed their surroundings in search of prey.

If they amassed to such numbers that lingered outside for days or weeks I knew this fortress of mine would become my tomb. In a moment of fight or flight I grabbed a duffle bag from my bedroom and loaded it with a few things I would need to survive. I slung the strap on the Remington over my shoulder and grabbed the handful of shells that remained. Then I made my way through to my kitchen and grabbed the tinned foods and shoved them into my duffle bag along with the remaining bottles of water in the fridge.

"If I die! I'm gonna die how I came into this world," I said resolutely as I huffed and stared at my metal front door. "Kicking and screaming!" I put on my baseball cap and prepared to leave, "Not sitting here playing with my dick until I starve to death!"

I began unchaining the door and unfastening the dead bolt locks and opened the door cautiously. It creaked agonisingly loud, despite the car alarm still blaring away across the street. Rick was still taking a dirt nap on my lawn.

I sneaked around the back and vaulted over the fence which separated my property from Rick's. Here I could see the dog kennel with the chain attached to the mutilated remains of Rick's doberman Lady. The back door had been smashed in and broken glass littered the hallway. I considered looting his house for food and other essentials, but I didn't feel safe at all. More than anything I wanted to be back at my fortress, well away from these vax lemmings and their diseased bodies.

I moved on into the next garden. It was a nice garden with a marble patio and potted plants everywhere. I almost jumped out of my skin when a woman started banging frantically on the glass patio door right next to me. She was snarling and gnashing her teeth at me, leaving bloody handprints on the glass. I laughed in relief and sarcastically tipped my cap to the little lemming.

When I got into the next garden I noticed the car alarm had died off. Now there was silence, save for the snarls and growls which echoed through the neighbourhood. I stayed pressed against the wall of the house. Making my way towards Mr Clarke's garage. From his back garden there was a side door leading to the garage which had been unceremoniously left unlocked, much to my relief. When I entered I saw why. My Clarke was still inside his little saloon car with his face pressed against the glass! His fingernails clawed at the car window and through his brown jacket I could see he had been bitten.

"So I'm guessing you were trying to skip town as well?" I said, adjusting my cap. "Too bad you took your clot shot before you left! I might have felt bad for you otherwise." I looked around the car and could see his keys were in the ignition. If I could somehow get rid of that thing that used to be Mr Clarke I could take his car. I searched cupboards until I found a torque wrench. Something I could use.

I cautiously opened his car door and let him squeeze out just enough. "Sorry, boy!" I grunted triumphantly. "Cornfed is off the menu tonight!" I slammed the car door closed on him, pinning it against his torso with my bodyweight before I brought the torque wrench thundering down onto his forehead with all my strength! He flinched, blood poured out of an open wound, but he didn't take his eyes off me and he kept trying to reach for me with the one free hand he had gotten out of the car. I brought the wrench down on him again, and again, and again, until he stopped moving and my white vest was stained with droplets of claret.

I opened the car door fully and his body slumped onto the ground. I got in and started the ignition. God was on my side! It worked! I opened the garage door, was spotted by a couple of lemmings and had to sprint back to the car and slam the door shut before one launched itself at the windscreen and left a spiderweb crack in the glass. I took off out the garage and sped off down the street, checking my rear-view mirror to see a crowd of the things sprinting after me down the street.

---

I didn't get far before I was flagged down by a young woman. She must've been in her early twenties at the most. Blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with a curvaceous figure to die for. She was wearing faded jeans with tears up the thigh and a white blouse with brown leather boots.
"Why, hello there!" I said as I pulled up alongside her. "A little late to be hitch hiking all the way out here?"

Her eyes widened. "Please, Mr! I'll suck your dick if you gimme a ride!"

"Where you headed?" I asked. I pressed the button which unlocked the car doors and gestured with my head for her to get in.

She didn't move, instead her eyes kept flicking from me to the bushes at the other side of the road, that was when I saw the reflection of a man running towards the car who had previously been concealed at the side of the road. I was too late, before I could react he opened the car from the passenger side and fired a shot from a side arm into my throat!

"Jesus, Clint! You didn't have to shoot him!" The girl cried hysterically!

"Sally, shut the f**k up and get in the car!" The man said, he made his way round to the driver side and opened the door, grabbing me by the shoulders and ragging me out of the vehicle. I rolled on the asphalt and coughed up a mouthful of blood. I pressed tightly against the wound, desperately trying to stem the bleeding as the car sped away with my duffle bag and Remington in the back seat.

I began drifting in and out of consciousness as the sound of shuffling footsteps turned into hundreds of feet pounding against the road into a run, accompanied by snarls and groans of the vaccinated dead! My limbs were becoming stiff and I accepted there and then I was going to die. The only small comfort I had was that all those tins of food I packed wouldn't be much use to the carjackers, I forgot to pack the tin opener....

THE END

[Outcast9428]

Here's a few new writing prompts.

1. Covax Zombies. Starring @Cornfed. You can include any other forum members and real people that you want.
2. Mercer the Jewish dog after he survived the events of Skelebob Castle from my story and still has his new girlfriend, formerly Hunter Biden's fictional girlfriend, living in a cave on Skelebob Island.
3. Captain Vo tells a story of one of his adventures at sea chasing booty that ends in a mutiny.

I will write a Covax story starring @Cornfed I really like that idea. I also have a few other prompts to share.

Covax Zombie Apocalypse

My name is @Cornfed and I saw the apocalypse coming a mile away! I tried to warn the lemmings of the dangers, but the stupid sons of bitches didn't want to listen and so they got what they deserved!

I had invested a sizable portion of my savings into fortifying my home and making it the last bastion of my defence should the vax lemmings or the corporate overlords they serve come banging on my door, but fortunately for me that never happened. The vaccine was deadlier than I had first anticipated and from a sliding metal opening in my fortified front door I watched as my neighbours chased each other down the streets and literally tore each other apart.

There was a banging on my door which disturbed me from a workout session I was doing in my living room. It wasn't a zombified vax lemming, that was immediately apparent when I heard hushed voices whispering in panicked urgency. These must be my neighbours.

"Cornfed!!" The neighbour called my name desperately, telling his wife to shut the f**k up and wait around the corner.

"Get lost, Rick!" I called back calmly. I grabbed my bolt action Remington rifle from its cabinet and started loading shells into it. Ain't nobody getting in my castle! With my free hand I slid open the small metallic section of the door so I could get a better look at who was out there.

Rick was standing covered in sweat in a blue Hawaiin shirt covered with palm trees. He wore khaki shorts and ran a hand through his curly red hair with an exasperated sigh.

"Come on, man! Open the door!" He renewed his effort to batter down the metal door and get inside. "You can't leave me and my family to die out here!" he pleaded again.

I felt my temper flare up, "Didn't I f***ing warn you, Rick?!" I told him angrily. "You didn't believe me! Nobody believed me and now look! The world is going to shit!"

"C'mon man...." Rick looked around the streets nervously. "One of those things broke into our home! Tore our dog to pieces!"

"Not my problem."

"Goddammit, Cornfed! Don't be a f***ing asshole! Open the f***ing door!"

I huffed and shook my head. I held the Remington in both hands and shoved the barrel of the rifle through the small opening in the door. I cocked the lever and through gritted teeth I gave the sonofabitch his last warning. "This is the last time I'm going to warn you, Rick! f**k off! Get the hell away from my door or I'll blow your goddamn head off!"

"Cornfed, I can't! I need somewhere safe for my family!" He banged on the door some more.

"Get away from the door!" I yelled as I pulled the trigger. The rifle gave kickback and my ears rang from the deafening bang and there was a thud on the other side of the door. Then an interval of silence followed by the screams of a woman and a small child.

I looked through the door and Rick was lying on his back with a hole in him. He was dead. His wife and daughter were standing at the corner of the house screaming. The noise would undoubtedly attract numbers of the vax zombies. The mother of the child knew this and ushered her daughter across the lawn and out of my view. She gave one last lingering look at her dead husband before she left.

I removed the baseball cap from my head and sighed. It seemed unreal that only a few week ago I was enjoying a leisurely BBQ with Rick and his family over at his house. I slumped into my armchair and decided to get some rest.

It must have been the early hours of the morning when I woke. I could hear the dragging of feet outside and a quick glance through my curtain revealed to me that there was a handful of them out in the street. The sounds of their dragging feet were all that could be heard of my own laboured breathing.

There was a young female one in a pink dressing gown and one foot clad in a fluffy pink slipper. She might have been pretty when she was a living human, but since she obviously took her lethal injection of a clot shot any sympathy I had for these lemmings had evaporated when they made their ill-informed decision.

Another one was a man in a suit, his face was partially missing, the edge of the wound resembled teeth marks. Hard to tell if he was another lemming or a poor victim who was attacked.

I closed the curtain and moved cautiously back to my arm chair. The metal door and the bars on my windows would protect me from any covax zombies that tried to access my property. I knew why they had come. The sound of the Remington would've been heard throughout a few neighbourhoods and attracted them here looking for fresh, unvaccinated flesh.

I walked to the sink and turned on the tap. Nothing. My heart started thumping. "What the...." I spun the head of the tap again but still nothing came out. The electricity had gone. The water was pumped electronically and I kicked myself for not filling up my sink, bathtub and any other receptacle I could find. This drastically cut down how long I could survive holding out here and it didn't look like the zombdemic was going to subside anytime soon...

I walked with a lighter so I could illuminate my way without attracting the attention of the zombies outside with a big light on. Made that mistake once already and the bastards were trying for hours to get in here, only giving up in order to chase some poor unfortunate who had stumbled into our neighbourhood.

I made my way to the fridge and observed what little supplies I had left in my fridge. Some old pizza, a few bottles of water, cheese and some vegetables that looked like they were going on the turn. My cupboards also contained bare shelves save a few tins of beans, soups, a jar of pickles, breakfast cereals and different sauces.

I huffed. Mulling over the precarious predicament I was in. I had rationed my supplies best I could, but since the vax lemming pandemic kicked in at an inconvenient time I hadn't had time to organise any supplies beforehand. I kicked myself for my short-sightedness! The way I saw it I had two options:

1. Stay here in my fortress until I starved to death.

2. Venture out into the covaids infested world and risk joining their ranks as a mindless vax zombie.

"What about neighbours house raid?" I asked myself aloud. "No, no, no! I can't go out there! Ain't safe!"

As I wrestled with the quandary before me I was suddenly distracted by the sound of a nearby car alarm blaring constantly. I could see the lights flashing through my curtains and I edged closer to peek and take a look what was going on.

One of the lemmings had staggered into a neighbours parked car and set off the alarm. Now there was at least double the number of covaids zombies there were before and even more silhouettes could be seen making their way towards the noise from farther down the street. They were becoming restless and agitated, their pitiful groans of melancholy had turned into vicious snarls as they twisted their hideous decaying bodies and surveyed their surroundings in search of prey.

If they amassed to such numbers that lingered outside for days or weeks I knew this fortress of mine would become my tomb. In a moment of fight or flight I grabbed a duffle bag from my bedroom and loaded it with a few things I would need to survive. I slung the strap on the Remington over my shoulder and grabbed the handful of shells that remained. Then I made my way through to my kitchen and grabbed the tinned foods and shoved them into my duffle bag along with the remaining bottles of water in the fridge.

"If I die! I'm gonna die how I came into this world," I said resolutely as I huffed and stared at my metal front door. "Kicking and screaming!" I put on my baseball cap and prepared to leave, "Not sitting here playing with my dick until I starve to death!"

I began unchaining the door and unfastening the dead bolt locks and opened the door cautiously. It creaked agonisingly loud, despite the car alarm still blaring away across the street. Rick was still taking a dirt nap on my lawn.

I sneaked around the back and vaulted over the fence which separated my property from Rick's. Here I could see the dog kennel with the chain attached to the mutilated remains of Rick's doberman Lady. The back door had been smashed in and broken glass littered the hallway. I considered looting his house for food and other essentials, but I didn't feel safe at all. More than anything I wanted to be back at my fortress, well away from these vax lemmings and their diseased bodies.

I moved on into the next garden. It was a nice garden with a marble patio and potted plants everywhere. I almost jumped out of my skin when a woman started banging frantically on the glass patio door right next to me. She was snarling and gnashing her teeth at me, leaving bloody handprints on the glass. I laughed in relief and sarcastically tipped my cap to the little lemming.

When I got into the next garden I noticed the car alarm had died off. Now there was silence, save for the snarls and growls which echoed through the neighbourhood. I stayed pressed against the wall of the house. Making my way towards Mr Clarke's garage. From his back garden there was a side door leading to the garage which had been unceremoniously left unlocked, much to my relief. When I entered I saw why. My Clarke was still inside his little saloon car with his face pressed against the glass! His fingernails clawed at the car window and through his brown jacket I could see he had been bitten.

"So I'm guessing you were trying to skip town as well?" I said, adjusting my cap. "Too bad you took your clot shot before you left! I might have felt bad for you otherwise." I looked around the car and could see his keys were in the ignition. If I could somehow get rid of that thing that used to be Mr Clarke I could take his car. I searched cupboards until I found a torque wrench. Something I could use.

I cautiously opened his car door and let him squeeze out just enough. "Sorry, boy!" I grunted triumphantly. "Cornfed is off the menu tonight!" I slammed the car door closed on him, pinning it against his torso with my bodyweight before I brought the torque wrench thundering down onto his forehead with all my strength! He flinched, blood poured out of an open wound, but he didn't take his eyes off me and he kept trying to reach for me with the one free hand he had gotten out of the car. I brought the wrench down on him again, and again, and again, until he stopped moving and my white vest was stained with droplets of claret.

I opened the car door fully and his body slumped onto the ground. I got in and started the ignition. God was on my side! It worked! I opened the garage door, was spotted by a couple of lemmings and had to sprint back to the car and slam the door shut before one launched itself at the windscreen and left a spiderweb crack in the glass. I took off out the garage and sped off down the street, checking my rear-view mirror to see a crowd of the things sprinting after me down the street.

---

I didn't get far before I was flagged down by a young woman. She must've been in her early twenties at the most. Blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with a curvaceous figure to die for. She was wearing faded jeans with tears up the thigh and a white blouse with brown leather boots.
"Why, hello there!" I said as I pulled up alongside her. "A little late to be hitch hiking all the way out here?"

Her eyes widened. "Please, Mr! I'll suck your dick if you gimme a ride!"

"Where you headed?" I asked. I pressed the button which unlocked the car doors and gestured with my head for her to get in.

She didn't move, instead her eyes kept flicking from me to the bushes at the other side of the road, that was when I saw the reflection of a man running towards the car who had previously been concealed at the side of the road. I was too late, before I could react he opened the car from the passenger side and fired a shot from a side arm into my throat!

"Jesus, Clint! You didn't have to shoot him!" The girl cried hysterically!

"Sally, shut the f**k up and get in the car!" The man said, he made his way round to the driver side and opened the door, grabbing me by the shoulders and ragging me out of the vehicle. I rolled on the asphalt and coughed up a mouthful of blood. I pressed tightly against the wound, desperately trying to stem the bleeding as the car sped away with my duffle bag and Remington in the back seat.

I began drifting in and out of consciousness as the sound of shuffling footsteps turned into hundreds of feet pounding against the road into a run, accompanied by snarls and groans of the vaccinated dead! My limbs were becoming stiff and I accepted there and then I was going to die. The only small comfort I had was that all those tins of food I packed wouldn't be much use to the carjackers, I forgot to pack the tin opener....

THE END

I really like this one if I might propose a title change though to “Dawn of the Vaccinated Dead”

[CaptainSkelebob]

I was really triggered that you guys called me gay and make out I love ladyboys with cocks when I have never fuckin said that once!!
When have I said it???
Somebody plz fuckin tell me
Eh???
EHHHH!!!
I f**k ladyboys who have pussys I will make a thread about this and talk about how it aint f***ing gay to f**k someone who has a p***y!!.

Having sex with a man is a homosexual act. And it isn't a vagina you were having sex with. It was a man's penis. Here. Look on this mad scientist sexually perverted trans operation website from Johns Hopkins, a hospital that I hear pioneered this perverted stuff, but stopped offering the surgeries because trans people kill themselves after surgery, but started back because of the trans woke garbage. https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/ ... -surgeries

So yeah, when you have sex with a 'lady boy', it's really a boy. Your having sex with the dude's penis, not a real vagina. It looks like they don't use the testicles in the construction of the fake vagina though. But if some of the doctors do, then if someone tells you having sex with a 'ladyboy' is 'f****ing nuts', then it might be true in more than one way. (Pardon the crude language. Just trying to get the point across.)

Also, what if you went to have homosexual sex with one of these trans dudes, and the man's pimp decided that you, a white man, would make more money. So he has a doctor cut your genitals and fashion a fake vagina out of them, pumps you full of hormones that make you grow breasts, etc. . Then he hires you out as a trans prostitute for white men wanting a trans rape experience, so they can have sex with what is left of your inverted penis, crammed up in a hole in your body, with the entrance made to look like a vulva. If that happened to you, would you be a woman, or would you still really be yourself, but with some awful nasty surgery done to you.

Whats the matter???
You guys like cock instead???

No. But a man's penis cut up and put up inside a hole made in his body is still a penis. You admitted to performing homosexual acts, so what do you expect from posters on a forum like this. If you were having sex with lots of women in Thailand, why did you want to have sex with a man? It reminds me of the book of Romans in the Bible, where men who were into depraved lusts were given over to lust for one another.

To everyone here on happierabroad:
Im not f***ing gay!!!!
Ive f***ed over 100 women!!

I think they call that 'bi'.


I didn't care for the stories, btw. Too perverted, and some were disrespectful to God. I just skimmed them, though. Too perverted. It appears they made me a hero of sorts while mocking me, but also made me out to be a killer.

Are you wrong in the head or somethin???
Oi fella!!
Their little ladyboy pussys are made from skin and muscle and so is a penis so what fuckin difference does it make???
They have a p***y so they are a woman!!!!
So long as they look like a woman with tits and dripping wet ladyboy pussys then what does it matter???
So long as they have the right curves MrMan!!!
Whats wrong with you???
Are all you guys f***ing faggots or what??!
Im not f***ing gay you dimwit!
Check out these hot little asain ladyboys!
These are the caliber of p***y Im talking about
Not things with big square chins!
Not one that like a viking?!!
Girly ones who have hot curves!
Look at them!!!
f***ing look at them you faggots!!!
Tell me they aint hot and then call urself straight
Seriously if you guys dont dig these hot babes then ur fuckin faggots!!!
Ppl around here must be fuckin cock loving gayboys

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[Tsar]

@Pixel--Dude That was another nicely written story.

Post your story when you finish @Lucas88

[Tsar]

Covax Zombies: The Rise of Cornfed

@Cornfed had long since journeyed to Texas. Mexico, while not as impacted by the Covax Zombie apocalypse was experiencing food scarcity. @Tsar's theories from 2022 regarding a future outbreak of Covax Zombies had proven accurate and Cornfed often thought about his visionary acquaintance. What had become of Tsar? He didn't know because much of North America was still a Mad Max type world.

He joined an encampment of survivors. Cornfed was a man with a warrior spirit, a skilled politician, a man of good character, a believer in Christ, and a teacher. He quickly integrated to become a valued member of the community.

He often remembered his first day of arrival. He saw a girl by the name of Daisy. She was a little too young at the time having just begun her first year as a true teenager but she had quickly aged into her adulthood, biologically, after almost two years. He also had a thing for Daisy because she was unvaccinated.

He was off early to prepare for his English lesson, philosophy lesson, and theology lesson. He had also become Patriarch Cornfed, and had converted many residents to Orthodoxy as well as legitimate antisemitism.

Daisy was dressed in her usual skimpy outfits. Today she had on a cowgirl cat, with a tied-front crop top revealing a good view of the busty girl's cleavage, hot pant denim shorts, and boots. She sort of looked like a Daisy Duke but much more beautiful and cuter with outfits that were much more skimpy. She was leaning over to clean the windshield of her car. The whale tail and straps of her thong came into view. Cornfed stopped to stare at her, a girl of prime breeding material, and when she looked up, she saw Cornfed looking, and waved "Hey Mr. Cornfed, what do ya think?"
Cornfed's heart and mind was racing. He wanted to have Daisy. He wanted to push her against her freshly shined car, slide down her shorts, and pound her. But he wanted to play it cool and keep things respectable. He was a respectable gentleman of the community. Cornfed said "It's a beautiful car as always, but of course you're more beautiful, Daisy."
Daisy said "Aww, that's soo sweet of you, Mr. Cornfed."
Cornfed asked Daisy if she would meetup with him tonight before the founding ceremony. He had finished making a special mead and has been making a special barbeque.
Daisy said that she would love to and said "See ya at class, and later tonight."
Cornfed thought his aging heart was going to give out. He didn't expect the girl to agree.

Cornfed could not stop looking at the girl more than usual in class. Tonight, he had to make his move, and make Daisy his girl. After class, Daisy dropped her books, and bent down to pick them up. Cornfed rushed over and knelt down to help. His gaze met her cleavage and then her eyes. He was blushing and if it was an anime, it's possible his nose would have started bleeding. Daisy asked "Are you feeling alright Mr. Cornfed? You're looking a little red?"
Cornfed replied "Just a little nervous about the large celebration tonight. Too much noise. We can't let out guard down because we need to stay vigilant. There's the Clan led by the brutal Warlord and then there's the cannibals who call themselves Reavers. They're more dangerous than the Covax Zombies. We've heard stories from people who escaped what they've done."
Daisy smiled and said "Always prepared as usual, I see. Just like any good leader."
Cornfed thought to himself "Is she doing these things on purpose to be a tease or is she just a little clumsy and unaware? I guess I will find out tonight."

Later that evening, the festivities began. Cornfed brought a sample of his mead and Daisy tried it. She thought it was amazing and better than the local beer. She said she would be bringing him an apple pie and meet him at his place.

Cornfed thought that he has this down and will surely win over Daisy. Tonight is going to be his night. It would be one of the best nights of his life. Suddenly, the mood was broken shortly after he was all set up for his special date with Daisy. He heard gunshots, motor engines revving, and screams. He saw the glow of fires and smelled smoke. He knew why this meant. It was an attack.

He grabbed his AK-47 and rushed to find Daisy but he was a minute too late. The apple pie that she had made was now a mushed glob on the dirt road. She screamed as a large, muscular bodybuilder man lifted her off her feet. He was wearing a Longhorn bull's head mask, a deerskin vest, and black leather pants, with military boots. He was the Warlord. He had henchmen with him.

Cornfed also saw Reavers. He didn't think it was possible. The Clan and the Reavers working together? They must have negotiated to split the residents of the community.

Cornfed shot the Warlord's two bodyguards but the Reavers, almost as fearless as the Covax Zombies, continued charging at him.

Daisy was screaming to Cornfed, asking him to save her. But he first had to deal with Reavers. He shot enough but one managed to push him down. The Reaver was screaming in an insane way, laughing crazily, and had empty eyes. His hair crafted in a punk hairstyle with spikes and a biker type outfit with studs and metal spikes. He was trying to bite a chunk of flesh from Cornfed and was saying "Tasty! I bet you're tasty!"
Cornfed had a pistol holstered on his belt but couldn't get it. He reached for his knife and plunged it into the Reaver's skull. With all these Reavers dead, he chose to rescue Daisy. She was his priority more than the settlement.
The Warlord didn't care about Daisy's screaming because he could takedown survivors, Reavers, and Covax Zombies. He meetup with more people of the Clan. They bound Daisy's hands and the Warlord's girlfriend used scissors to cut off Daisy's crop top and whispered into Daisy's ear "We'll be scissoring later tonight" and the Warlord unzipped his fly. His leather pants were bulging.
The Warlord said "A sweet little thing like you is gonna enjoy this! You're right to be scared. This is gonna hurt and that's what makes it fun! You'll accept your new life in my Clan!"
Daisy was crying and closed her eyes. This was going to be her first time. She thought "I'm gonna get raped..."
But then she heard a gunshot and opened her eyes. It was Cornfed and the Warlord was shot pointblank in the back of the head.
The Warlord's girlfriend surrendered as did all the other members of the Clan. The Warlord was dead and they would choose a new Warlord.
Cornfed had the Clan untie Daisy and he gave the shaken girl his jacket. But then there was the sound of rustling, breaking branches, heavy breathing, and the closer it became, the louder it would become. It was the Covax Zombies...not just one or several, it was probably a horde.
Cornfed ran with Daisy as fast as they could. They made it back to town to see dismembered body parts of some of the residents, some girls were getting raped by warriors of the Clan, and shootouts.
One of the Reavers pushed his gun into a girl's ass and started raping her p***y. He licked the girl's neck and gave her a light cut on her shoulder and licked her blood. He said laughing with an empty eyes, an indication of his insanity "I'll let you be my bitch if I like you. You want me to like you? You don't wanna have a bullet inside your ass do ya?"
The girl was crying and was getting violated. The Reaver was slapping her face and laughing sadistically and shouting "Yes! Just like that! Cry louder! Louder!" Cornfed had thought about leaving that girl to the Reaver, he only cared about protecting Daisy, but thought that he could help from a distance. He had gotten good at shooting.
He drew his pistol and shot. It struck the Reaver's skull and blood splattered. The Reaver dropped onto the girl, his dick still inside her, a crazy grin on his face, and the girl was crying and screaming at the same time but also relieved to be alive.
Cornfed took Daisy to his bunker. He spent more than one year working on it. It was stocked with mead, jerky, foods he had canned, and he was a prepper. He told Daisy that they could survive for one month but he would go out tomorrow to check.
Daisy thanked him and said "You're my hero, Mr. Cornfed."
Cornfed said "Daisy, the truth is, I want you to be my wife. I've liked you for a long time."
Daisy replied "I liked you too Mr. Cornfed. I knew you were cool but tonight you were super cool."
Cornfed took Daisy's virginity and impregnated her that night. It was a night of passion and wild sex. Cornfed had been searching his life for a girl like Daisy, a girl of prime breeding material, and would have liked to tell @Tsar, @MarcosZeitola, and all his old forum friends about it.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, Cornfed became the new the leader of the settlement and eventually his rise to even greater power by expanding it into a territory that would come to be known as the Patriarchate of Cornfed, with Daisy City as the capital, named after his teenage Texan wife Daisy.

[Pixel--Dude]

Covax Zombies: The Rise of Cornfed

@Cornfed had long since journeyed to Texas. Mexico, while not as impacted by the Covax Zombie apocalypse was experiencing food scarcity. @Tsar's theories from 2022 regarding a future outbreak of Covax Zombies had proven accurate and Cornfed often thought about his visionary acquaintance. What had become of Tsar? He didn't know because much of North America was still a Mad Max type world.

He joined an encampment of survivors. Cornfed was a man with a warrior spirit, a skilled politician, a man of good character, a believer in Christ, and a teacher. He quickly integrated to become a valued member of the community.

He often remembered his first day of arrival. He saw a girl by the name of Daisy. She was a little too young at the time having just begun her first year as a true teenager but she had quickly aged into her adulthood, biologically, after almost two years. He also had a thing for Daisy because she was unvaccinated.

He was off early to prepare for his English lesson, philosophy lesson, and theology lesson. He had also become Patriarch Cornfed, and had converted many residents to Orthodoxy as well as legitimate antisemitism.

Daisy was dressed in her usual skimpy outfits. Today she had on a cowgirl cat, with a tied-front crop top revealing a good view of the busty girl's cleavage, hot pant denim shorts, and boots. She sort of looked like a Daisy Duke but much more beautiful and cuter with outfits that were much more skimpy. She was leaning over to clean the windshield of her car. The whale tail and straps of her thong came into view. Cornfed stopped to stare at her, a girl of prime breeding material, and when she looked up, she saw Cornfed looking, and waved "Hey Mr. Cornfed, what do ya think?"
Cornfed's heart and mind was racing. He wanted to have Daisy. He wanted to push her against her freshly shined car, slide down her shorts, and pound her. But he wanted to play it cool and keep things respectable. He was a respectable gentleman of the community. Cornfed said "It's a beautiful car as always, but of course you're more beautiful, Daisy."
Daisy said "Aww, that's soo sweet of you, Mr. Cornfed."
Cornfed asked Daisy if she would meetup with him tonight before the founding ceremony. He had finished making a special mead and has been making a special barbeque.
Daisy said that she would love to and said "See ya at class, and later tonight."
Cornfed thought his aging heart was going to give out. He didn't expect the girl to agree.

Cornfed could not stop looking at the girl more than usual in class. Tonight, he had to make his move, and make Daisy his girl. After class, Daisy dropped her books, and bent down to pick them up. Cornfed rushed over and knelt down to help. His gaze met her cleavage and then her eyes. He was blushing and if it was an anime, it's possible his nose would have started bleeding. Daisy asked "Are you feeling alright Mr. Cornfed? You're looking a little red?"
Cornfed replied "Just a little nervous about the large celebration tonight. Too much noise. We can't let out guard down because we need to stay vigilant. There's the Clan led by the brutal Warlord and then there's the cannibals who call themselves Reavers. They're more dangerous than the Covax Zombies. We've heard stories from people who escaped what they've done."
Daisy smiled and said "Always prepared as usual, I see. Just like any good leader."
Cornfed thought to himself "Is she doing these things on purpose to be a tease or is she just a little clumsy and unaware? I guess I will find out tonight."

Later that evening, the festivities began. Cornfed brought a sample of his mead and Daisy tried it. She thought it was amazing and better than the local beer. She said she would be bringing him an apple pie and meet him at his place.

Cornfed thought that he has this down and will surely win over Daisy. Tonight is going to be his night. It would be one of the best nights of his life. Suddenly, the mood was broken shortly after he was all set up for his special date with Daisy. He heard gunshots, motor engines revving, and screams. He saw the glow of fires and smelled smoke. He knew why this meant. It was an attack.

He grabbed his AK-47 and rushed to find Daisy but he was a minute too late. The apple pie that she had made was now a mushed glob on the dirt road. She screamed as a large, muscular bodybuilder man lifted her off her feet. He was wearing a Longhorn bull's head mask, a deerskin vest, and black leather pants, with military boots. He was the Warlord. He had henchmen with him.

Cornfed also saw Reavers. He didn't think it was possible. The Clan and the Reavers working together? They must have negotiated to split the residents of the community.

Cornfed shot the Warlord's two bodyguards but the Reavers, almost as fearless as the Covax Zombies, continued charging at him.

Daisy was screaming to Cornfed, asking him to save her. But he first had to deal with Reavers. He shot enough but one managed to push him down. The Reaver was screaming in an insane way, laughing crazily, and had empty eyes. His hair crafted in a punk hairstyle with spikes and a biker type outfit with studs and metal spikes. He was trying to bite a chunk of flesh from Cornfed and was saying "Tasty! I bet you're tasty!"
Cornfed had a pistol holstered on his belt but couldn't get it. He reached for his knife and plunged it into the Reaver's skull. With all these Reavers dead, he chose to rescue Daisy. She was his priority more than the settlement.
The Warlord didn't care about Daisy's screaming because he could takedown survivors, Reavers, and Covax Zombies. He meetup with more people of the Clan. They bound Daisy's hands and the Warlord's girlfriend used scissors to cut off Daisy's crop top and whispered into Daisy's ear "We'll be scissoring later tonight" and the Warlord unzipped his fly. His leather pants were bulging.
The Warlord said "A sweet little thing like you is gonna enjoy this! You're right to be scared. This is gonna hurt and that's what makes it fun! You'll accept your new life in my Clan!"
Daisy was crying and closed her eyes. This was going to be her first time. She thought "I'm gonna get raped..."
But then she heard a gunshot and opened her eyes. It was Cornfed and the Warlord was shot pointblank in the back of the head.
The Warlord's girlfriend surrendered as did all the other members of the Clan. The Warlord was dead and they would choose a new Warlord.
Cornfed had the Clan untie Daisy and he gave the shaken girl his jacket. But then there was the sound of rustling, breaking branches, heavy breathing, and the closer it became, the louder it would become. It was the Covax Zombies...not just one or several, it was probably a horde.
Cornfed ran with Daisy as fast as they could. They made it back to town to see dismembered body parts of some of the residents, some girls were getting raped by warriors of the Clan, and shootouts.
One of the Reavers pushed his gun into a girl's ass and started raping her p***y. He licked the girl's neck and gave her a light cut on her shoulder and licked her blood. He said laughing with an empty eyes, an indication of his insanity "I'll let you be my bitch if I like you. You want me to like you? You don't wanna have a bullet inside your ass do ya?"
The girl was crying and was getting violated. The Reaver was slapping her face and laughing sadistically and shouting "Yes! Just like that! Cry louder! Louder!" Cornfed had thought about leaving that girl to the Reaver, he only cared about protecting Daisy, but thought that he could help from a distance. He had gotten good at shooting.
He drew his pistol and shot. It struck the Reaver's skull and blood splattered. The Reaver dropped onto the girl, his dick still inside her, a crazy grin on his face, and the girl was crying and screaming at the same time but also relieved to be alive.
Cornfed took Daisy to his bunker. He spent more than one year working on it. It was stocked with mead, jerky, foods he had canned, and he was a prepper. He told Daisy that they could survive for one month but he would go out tomorrow to check.
Daisy thanked him and said "You're my hero, Mr. Cornfed."
Cornfed said "Daisy, the truth is, I want you to be my wife. I've liked you for a long time."
Daisy replied "I liked you too Mr. Cornfed. I knew you were cool but tonight you were super cool."
Cornfed took Daisy's virginity and impregnated her that night. It was a night of passion and wild sex. Cornfed had been searching his life for a girl like Daisy, a girl of prime breeding material, and would have liked to tell @Tsar, @MarcosZeitola, and all his old forum friends about it.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, Cornfed became the new the leader of the settlement and eventually his rise to even greater power by expanding it into a territory that would come to be known as the Patriarchate of Cornfed, with Daisy City as the capital, named after his teenage Texan wife Daisy.

Good story, dude. Very mad max-esque style. My next story is going to be The Platoon.

Interested to know what @Cornfed thinks to these zombie apocalypse stories is there anything you would've done different to how you acted in these short stories?