Skin2.0
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Well, someone here registered as Skinofevil at EI then touted the password here, so it was there for the taking!
Skin decided that EI needed a good dose of humor and shared some of his true-life stories with them. Skin has to say, the mods have strange taste.
http://www.exisle.net/mb/index.php?showtopic=34867
This was Skin's first thread there, an essay on one of the stranger encounters he's had with a woman.
http://www.exisle.net/mb/index.php?showtopic=34892
This one was a play-by-play of some correspondence Skin has had with the lovely and talented Ms. Laura Bertram. For some reason, the mods decided it was fiction and moved it to that crappy forum. Twice.
Well since they wanted fiction, Skin gave them some tonight, but the thread was deleted within the hour! On top of that, Skin has found he's been suspended from ExIsle for a week! Apparently Skin doesn't rate a notice thread about this either. Is this anything like those permabans they've been talking about?
For those who missed it, here's Skin's fanfic:
Tyr Murders Trance
by Skinofevil
(c)2005 Skinofevil
Tyr Anasazi power-walked the corridors of the Andromeda Ascendant with a determination that frightened even him. That purple little freak had thwarted his plans of universal domination for the last time. The last time.
Where would I hide if I were a purple pixie, thought Tyr. Then it came to him in a blinding flash. The arboretum.
Within two minutes he was there. Predictably, he saw the spandex-covered purple ass sticking up out of the shrubbery. Trance was merrily weeding away, tail swishing in the air as if she didn't have a care in the world.
I'm really going to enjoy this, Tyr mused.
Trance looked up just in time to smile and begin saying "Hullo Tyr" when a giant black fist came crashing into her mouth. Blood spewed everywhere.
"Oh, the blood's red is it?" quipped Tyr.
Tyr forced Trance down on her knees as she spit blood and one tooth out onto the floor. He withdrew his massive manhood and crammed it into Trance's face. "Indulge me," he growled.
Trance looked up at the frightening blank face of the last Kodiak and knew he meant business. She obeyed, and bobbed as if enjoying a chocolate popsicle. Suddenly she withdrew her mouth and formed a quizzical expression as if she were only now puzzled. "Tyr..." she said. "Is there something you want to say to me?"
"Yes, and here it is!" screamed the Nietzschean, and he heaved her up and over a railing. He kneed her hard in her crotch and smiled as she groaned and went limp. Tearing her spandex tights off the reveal charming purple breasts, a round purple ass that was rather pert, and a small mechanism under her panties that controlled what was obviously a fake tail.
"Fraud!" he screamed. "You genetic misfits are all alike!" Tyr took the fake tail and wrapped it tightly around Trance's neck. Guiding her like a horse, Tyr rammed his massive manhood deep into Trance and began to pump her furiously.
........................................................................................................................................................
Andromeda detected a small tremor somewhere inside of her. She spent 0.00000045 seconds doing a quick scan of all ship areas and finally zeroed in on the arboretum. There she was greeted by the sight of Tyr banging Trance so hard that the purple one's feet were flying off the floor with each impact. Andromeda also noted that Tyr was slowly tightening the tail around Trance's neck.
I'll never understand organics, Andromeda thought, and switched her attention elsewhere.
........................................................................................................................................................
Trance was beginning to see purple spots before her eyes. She thought that is was odd that in all of the possible futures she saw, this scenario never came up.
Oh well, she thought, maybe in the next universe things will be better.
Tyr pounded that purple ass at a jackhammer speed capable of breaking down a door. He thought he felt one of her hips displace, but he didn't care. She wouldn't need it anymore.
Finally, after what seemed to Trance to be an eon, Tyr finally released a torrent into her. It spilled out over her bruised legs and onto the floor. Trance knew she wouldn't be able to walk after this, but she felt positive that the Kodiak would felt a lesson was taught and would release her. After all, plants don't weed themselves!
Tyr backed up and whirled the little one around and back on her knees. "Clean it," he commanded, with his hand in her hair and thrusting her face into his manhood. Trance summoned up what reserves she possessed and put her tongue to good use.
Once Tyr released her, poor Trance crumpled to the floor. Her bloodied mouth grimaced as she looked up. "Finished?" She sputtered.
"You are," Tyr calmly replied. He withdrew his boot knife and plunged it into the left side of Trance's throat. With one savage tug, he nearly decapitated her. Trance slumped over lifeless.
Tyr calmly lifted her head up by the hair again, finished cleaning his deadliest weapon in her locks, and dropped her. Buttoning his pants, he looked up.
"Ship," Tyr Anasazi growled, "cleanup bots in the arboretum."
He looked down at his "problem solved" and stalked toward the door.
"Better bring a mop."
.................................................................................
Now Skin sees nothing wrong with this fine American vignette of rape and murder, but it looks like the ExIsle mods do. Skin put a warning right out on front street that this story had violence and sex, like any American TV show, and didn't have a happy ending, like any Lawrence Welk episode.
To the stealth removal of his thread without notice, to the stealth suspension of Skin, to the lack of a sense of humor shown by mods like Lover of Purple, Skin can only say this: see ya in a week!
Skin decided that EI needed a good dose of humor and shared some of his true-life stories with them. Skin has to say, the mods have strange taste.
http://www.exisle.net/mb/index.php?showtopic=34867
This was Skin's first thread there, an essay on one of the stranger encounters he's had with a woman.
http://www.exisle.net/mb/index.php?showtopic=34892
This one was a play-by-play of some correspondence Skin has had with the lovely and talented Ms. Laura Bertram. For some reason, the mods decided it was fiction and moved it to that crappy forum. Twice.
Well since they wanted fiction, Skin gave them some tonight, but the thread was deleted within the hour! On top of that, Skin has found he's been suspended from ExIsle for a week! Apparently Skin doesn't rate a notice thread about this either. Is this anything like those permabans they've been talking about?
For those who missed it, here's Skin's fanfic:
Tyr Murders Trance
by Skinofevil
(c)2005 Skinofevil
Tyr Anasazi power-walked the corridors of the Andromeda Ascendant with a determination that frightened even him. That purple little freak had thwarted his plans of universal domination for the last time. The last time.
Where would I hide if I were a purple pixie, thought Tyr. Then it came to him in a blinding flash. The arboretum.
Within two minutes he was there. Predictably, he saw the spandex-covered purple ass sticking up out of the shrubbery. Trance was merrily weeding away, tail swishing in the air as if she didn't have a care in the world.
I'm really going to enjoy this, Tyr mused.
Trance looked up just in time to smile and begin saying "Hullo Tyr" when a giant black fist came crashing into her mouth. Blood spewed everywhere.
"Oh, the blood's red is it?" quipped Tyr.
Tyr forced Trance down on her knees as she spit blood and one tooth out onto the floor. He withdrew his massive manhood and crammed it into Trance's face. "Indulge me," he growled.
Trance looked up at the frightening blank face of the last Kodiak and knew he meant business. She obeyed, and bobbed as if enjoying a chocolate popsicle. Suddenly she withdrew her mouth and formed a quizzical expression as if she were only now puzzled. "Tyr..." she said. "Is there something you want to say to me?"
"Yes, and here it is!" screamed the Nietzschean, and he heaved her up and over a railing. He kneed her hard in her crotch and smiled as she groaned and went limp. Tearing her spandex tights off the reveal charming purple breasts, a round purple ass that was rather pert, and a small mechanism under her panties that controlled what was obviously a fake tail.
"Fraud!" he screamed. "You genetic misfits are all alike!" Tyr took the fake tail and wrapped it tightly around Trance's neck. Guiding her like a horse, Tyr rammed his massive manhood deep into Trance and began to pump her furiously.
........................................................................................................................................................
Andromeda detected a small tremor somewhere inside of her. She spent 0.00000045 seconds doing a quick scan of all ship areas and finally zeroed in on the arboretum. There she was greeted by the sight of Tyr banging Trance so hard that the purple one's feet were flying off the floor with each impact. Andromeda also noted that Tyr was slowly tightening the tail around Trance's neck.
I'll never understand organics, Andromeda thought, and switched her attention elsewhere.
........................................................................................................................................................
Trance was beginning to see purple spots before her eyes. She thought that is was odd that in all of the possible futures she saw, this scenario never came up.
Oh well, she thought, maybe in the next universe things will be better.
Tyr pounded that purple ass at a jackhammer speed capable of breaking down a door. He thought he felt one of her hips displace, but he didn't care. She wouldn't need it anymore.
Finally, after what seemed to Trance to be an eon, Tyr finally released a torrent into her. It spilled out over her bruised legs and onto the floor. Trance knew she wouldn't be able to walk after this, but she felt positive that the Kodiak would felt a lesson was taught and would release her. After all, plants don't weed themselves!
Tyr backed up and whirled the little one around and back on her knees. "Clean it," he commanded, with his hand in her hair and thrusting her face into his manhood. Trance summoned up what reserves she possessed and put her tongue to good use.
Once Tyr released her, poor Trance crumpled to the floor. Her bloodied mouth grimaced as she looked up. "Finished?" She sputtered.
"You are," Tyr calmly replied. He withdrew his boot knife and plunged it into the left side of Trance's throat. With one savage tug, he nearly decapitated her. Trance slumped over lifeless.
Tyr calmly lifted her head up by the hair again, finished cleaning his deadliest weapon in her locks, and dropped her. Buttoning his pants, he looked up.
"Ship," Tyr Anasazi growled, "cleanup bots in the arboretum."
He looked down at his "problem solved" and stalked toward the door.
"Better bring a mop."
.................................................................................
Now Skin sees nothing wrong with this fine American vignette of rape and murder, but it looks like the ExIsle mods do. Skin put a warning right out on front street that this story had violence and sex, like any American TV show, and didn't have a happy ending, like any Lawrence Welk episode.
To the stealth removal of his thread without notice, to the stealth suspension of Skin, to the lack of a sense of humor shown by mods like Lover of Purple, Skin can only say this: see ya in a week!
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