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As told to the minions of anabolic minds... I bring you the story of a young Jedi who has tasted the Darkside, and LIKES it!
In the dead of night in the outter reaches of Boston, Pete Foxwalker feels a disturbance.. Never mind, it was gas.. Wait! Another tremor from within, and it ain't the BK this time.. The faint taunts of metallic probes, polished to a razor sharp point, wrapped in sterile confines steadily resonate in the distance.. The young Jedi knows having said instruments mean a certain turn of events leading him into the abyss of the Darkside.. But, is it really an abyss? Is it really this great evil, can he really grow like a motherfucker?
The young Jedi reaches into the receptacle, obtains one of the Dark instruments, and unwraps its protective sheath.. He gazes upon it's marvelous structure: 3cc capacity, 23 gauge pin at a svelte 1" length.. Pete Foxwalker understands, there is no try.. A section of his anterior deltoid is cleaned, then swabbed with isopropyl before the needle's decent.. Knowing proper protocol for injection is Foxwalker's forte, just turning the pin on one's self was a new journey..
The metallic shaft pressed against the hairless exterior of the Jedi's mighty delt, then entered smoothly, controlled to not vibrate while decending into the muscle belly.. Pete Foxwalker feels a euphoric rush, like using silk to wipe his ass, as he witnesses the pin dissapear into the muscle.. Then, he withdraws the dart as slowly as he entered, a vessel was ruptured in the experiment, a slight trickle of his life-giving serum ran from the piercing..
More isopropyl to stop the bleeding, a slight massage of the area, and a maniacal chuckle emminates from the Jedi master.. Has he been turned? Is the desire in him to do this daily? Did he have his last shake yet, 'cause he's damn hungry?
We will know for sure, SOON! :agree:
In the dead of night in the outter reaches of Boston, Pete Foxwalker feels a disturbance.. Never mind, it was gas.. Wait! Another tremor from within, and it ain't the BK this time.. The faint taunts of metallic probes, polished to a razor sharp point, wrapped in sterile confines steadily resonate in the distance.. The young Jedi knows having said instruments mean a certain turn of events leading him into the abyss of the Darkside.. But, is it really an abyss? Is it really this great evil, can he really grow like a motherfucker?
The young Jedi reaches into the receptacle, obtains one of the Dark instruments, and unwraps its protective sheath.. He gazes upon it's marvelous structure: 3cc capacity, 23 gauge pin at a svelte 1" length.. Pete Foxwalker understands, there is no try.. A section of his anterior deltoid is cleaned, then swabbed with isopropyl before the needle's decent.. Knowing proper protocol for injection is Foxwalker's forte, just turning the pin on one's self was a new journey..
The metallic shaft pressed against the hairless exterior of the Jedi's mighty delt, then entered smoothly, controlled to not vibrate while decending into the muscle belly.. Pete Foxwalker feels a euphoric rush, like using silk to wipe his ass, as he witnesses the pin dissapear into the muscle.. Then, he withdraws the dart as slowly as he entered, a vessel was ruptured in the experiment, a slight trickle of his life-giving serum ran from the piercing..
More isopropyl to stop the bleeding, a slight massage of the area, and a maniacal chuckle emminates from the Jedi master.. Has he been turned? Is the desire in him to do this daily? Did he have his last shake yet, 'cause he's damn hungry?
We will know for sure, SOON! :agree:
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