The reason why 11 means victory is because if you angle both 1s and put them together you can make a V!
What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)
Finished writing the next 3 chapters (If you don't count this one) so its back to outlining for me lol. I want to make this part/section of the fiction a bit bigger (Have more to say) so if you guys have any suggestions on what you'd want to know about the project (Or what I should talk about) then feel free to ask.
Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)
(Btw I was bopping hard to this song when writing this story. https://youtu.be/i2nNmU5v8zM )
(This one is for all you hornies and horny bonkers)
Professional Stranger25: "Hello, I'd like to buy-"
Shop Owner: "Is that a porn magazine?"
Professional Stranger25: "Uh, yeah? I want to buy it s-"
Shop Owner: "Yes yes, now before we continue with this...naughtiness, may you please confirm vocally that you are buying a porn magazine to jack off, masturbate, beat your meat, or whatever other brutish wording you want to use to describe the act of sexual relief?"
Professional Stranger25: "Uh...sure? I'm buying the porn magazine known as "soft kinks for soft boys." to uhm...masturbate. So how much does the magazine co-"
REEEEEEE!
Professional Stranger25 cupped his ears to deal with the alarms screaming.
Clink!
Professional Stranger25 glances at the door and then stares at the thick metal sheet that had covered it. Now nothing but the fiery red of the store's alarms was left to illuminate the shop.
*Clik Clik Clik.
Professional Stranger25: 'W-why...why am I hearing tap-dancing noises?'
With a drumming heart Professional Stranger25 turns back to find the same shop owner dressed up in a black suit with a rather large top hat. But there was something even longer than his hat, his smile.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner: "ooooooooooh-"
*Clik Clik Clak, Clik Clik Clak, Clik Clik Clak-
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner: "You're going to horny jail!"
Professional Stranger25: "W-what?"
The Shop Owner leaps onto the counter, his shoes knocking over the cash register.
*Bam!
Professional Stranger25 eyed the knock-off monopoly money and chocolate coins.
Before he could even hope to understand the situation the shopkeeper did a staple move in all currently published Mx.Writer fictions; he started singing. And yes, a bopping 1900s-inspired song was playing.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni: "Oooh yes yes, you've done the horny now you belong in a thorny prison that we'll whip you to submission and make you finally listen to these 3 words, No horni allowed!"
Professional Stranger25: "Fuuck! Why does the author keep giving me the weird ones!?"
*CLAK!
The Shop Owner jumped to the top of a nearby Shop aisle. Squatting down he continued dancing all the while pointing at Professional Stranger 25.
*Clik Clak Clik Clak Clik Clik Clak!
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni: "Look around little one in this shop there's so much to enjoy yet you picked horni aisles! Shame on you!"
Professional Stranger25: "Half the aisles had porn magazines! And the other half was for Dildos!"
*CLAK!
The Aisles that the Shop Owner once stood at tripped and fell from his harsh step.
*THUD!
Knocking over another Aisle and-
*THUD! THUD! THUD!
A domino effect of falling porn Aisles left Professional Stranger25 guarding himself against the flying snapped Dildos! All the while the Shop Owner laughed as he jumped from Aisle to Aisle.
At the Final Aisle he dropped to its center, smiling at Professional Stranger25 before being crushed by Aisle he'd knocked over less than a breath ago.
Professional Stranger25: "OLD MAN! W-why did you-"
Professional Stranger25 held his words back as he heard a deep rumbling in the aisle.
*THUK!
A hand with a single magazine smashed through the wood and piles of porno. Moments later the shop owner rose from the rubble, unharmed and with an inhumanly wide smile. Professional Stranger25 was beginning to question if he was human at all.
This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni: "Oh look at this-"
The Shop Owner pointed at the magazine.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni: "What is it?"
Professional Stranger25: "S-sir, please calm dow-"
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni: "WHAT IS IT?"
Professional Stranger25: "a-A paint drying magazine!"
*Clak Clak Clik.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni: "Oh, so there WAS another thing you could buy!"
Professional Stranger25: "It's one magazine! On the Final Aisle. In a Store called 'Fuck me Hard Daddy! Tm.', LET ME BE!"
The Shop Owner laughed with a voice that sounded like an entire chorus screaming. The Shop Owner tossed the magazine into the air. Then back-flipped, letting his shoes slide off his feet so his hands could wear them like a glove. Unsurprisingly, The Shop Owner started tap-dancing...or maybe he was hand-dancing. It was hard to tell.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "NEVER!"
He kicked the still-falling drying paint magazine at Professional Stranger25. Who was now trying very hard not to scream.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "You had the option to be a goood boy, but instead you were-"
*Clik Clik Clak
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Horny. Oh so disgusting! This-"
The Shop Owner hand-kicked a magazine at Professional Stranger25's face, grabbing it off his head Professional Stranger25 couldn't help but sneak a glance at the ball gag on-
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Or that-"
A pink dildo knocked the magazine off Professional Stranger25's hand. Admittedly, he did like the shape of the dildo.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Or ALL OF THIS!"
Professional Stranger25: "AHHHH-"
Professional Stranger25's screams were muffled by the magazines and dildos that quickly covered him up. The poor lad was suffocating in the naughty.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "I AIN'T DONE YET, BOY!"
Grabbing him by the hair The Shop Owner flung him to the floor. Tap-dancing closer (Now with his legs) as Professional Stranger25 crawled backward.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Now that you've sinned I'll be bonking you with my-"
The Shop Owner pulled a bat out of his mouth with the word "Horny" in a crossed-out bloody red.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Bonk Hammer!"
Professional Stranger25: "w-w-Woah h-hold it!"
Professional Stranger25 jumped to his feet, looking around to find anything that could appease The Shop-Keeper's standards. He found his eyes falling to his hand.
*Cli Cli Cla
Professional Stranger25: "See! i-I can still do good things! G-good boy things! P-please...just let me live."
The Shop Owner ignored Professional Stranger25s weeping and focused on his finger-snapping. His head bopped to the rhythm of the music and his tapping.
*Clik Clik Clak!
*Cli Cli Cla!
*Clik Clak Clik!
*Cli Cla Cli!
*Clik Clik Clik Clak, Clik Clik Clak, Clik Clik, Clak, Clik Clik Clak
*Cli Cli Cli Cla Cli-
The Shop Owner laughed as he took-
*CLAK!
A step forward and screamed
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "YOU'RE TIMING IS OFF!"
*Swoosh!
Professional Stranger25 saw his life flash before his eyes as the bat scraped the skin off his forehead.
He stumbled back, eyes and mouth wide at the fact he was still alive at all.
*Swoosh-
Leaning back he avoids the second swing, and he doesn't wait for the next opportunity for death to take him. He turns and bolts to the shop's door!
*THUD THUD THUD
Professional Stranger25: "SOMEONE, ANYONE, LET ME OUT! A CRAZY MAN IS TRYING TO KILL ME, SAAAVEE MEE!"
The sheets of metal rattle and jiggle in a way that faintly reminded Professional Stranger25 of boobs, this would fascinate him if not for the fact he was in the middle of weeping and sliding off the metal sheets and onto his knees.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Oh you've been a very very naughty boy Professional Stranger25. And now...now it's time for your punishment! DEATH!"
*Clik Clik Clik.
The Shop Owner was getting closer, and Professional Stranger25 didn't even have the strength to hold his own head up anymore.
Professional Stranger25: "I...I thought...you were going to send me to jail?"
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "Oh yes, a jail you can never get out of-"
Professional Stranger25 turned to see the Shop Owner right above him, bat raised to smash his head in. It might have been the lights, but Profesional Stranger25 swore he saw a flash of red in the Shop Owner's eyes.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "HELL."
The Shop Owner laughed and laughed, so hard he didn't take note of Professional Stranger25 clenching his fists.
Professional Stranger25: "N-no...There's nothing wrong with being horny! People shouldn't be killed or jailed for it! Its...IT'S NOT RIGHT TO DO THIS!"
Professional Stranger25 words served only to make The Shop Owner laugh even louder.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "LIKE I GIVE A SHIT! JUST ROLL OVER AND DIE!"
Professional Stranger25: "NO!"
Extending his hand Professional Stranger25 grabbed a porn magazine, opening it up at the same point The Shop Owner went for his swing.
Professional Stranger25: "READ!"
For the briefest moment, The Shop Owner's eyes fell onto the magazine. Two girls dressed up in furry costumes with strap-ons fucked each other with happy smiles.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "A-AHH!"
The Shop Owner screamed as the image was burned into his mind, literally. Stumbling back he went for a sloppy swing that Professional Stranger25 ducked under. Then he smashed the magazine into the Shop-Owners face.
A new image. Two buff men kissing each other with peanut butter-covered lips.
The Tap-Dancing Shop Owner who hates the horni and is not human: "STOOOP IT!"
Professional Stranger25: "NO! I-"
Professional Stranger25 took a mighty step forward, dropping the magazine to pick up the pink dildo he'd fancied before.
Professional Stranger25: "LOVE-"
He deflected the bat's strike with the Dildo. Then rammed his shoulder into the Shop-Owner, knocking him all the way back to the counter.
Professional Stranger25 slammed his foot onto the ground, thrusting the Dildo at The Shop-Owner like it was a righteous blade!
Professional Stranger25: "SEX!"
The Dildo pushed into The Shop-Owner's mouth. His eyes rolled back, his skin turned a feverish red, and a bright white light spread through the entire shop as the demon roared
The Demon of forced Celibacy: "DAAAAAAMNNN YOUUUUUU!!!!!!
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When Professional Stranger25 awoke he found himself laid out on the street. He looked at where the store once was and saw nothing but an empty chunk of land between two pizzeria buildings.
Getting up he couldn't help but wonder
Professional Stranger25: 'Did I take drugs?'
He sighed, hoping he hadn't taken anything illegal. Taking a step for-
*Squuu.
He looked down and nearly fell on his ass once he saw what was below his foot.
A magazine called "soft kinks for soft boys."
The final section! (Section.)
The section ending is in-fact not a V...more like a...E.