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Feel free to elaborate on your answers in the comments. Or write comment fic. Or spam me with delicious pictures. Or tell me something that happened to you today. Or do something else entirely. Bonus points awarded for creativity and interpretive dance. Extra bonus points awarded for deliveries of chocolate and fauns.
Feel free to elaborate on your answers in the comments. Or write comment fic. Or spam me with delicious pictures. Or tell me something that happened to you today. Or do something else entirely. Bonus points awarded for creativity and interpretive dance. Extra bonus points awarded for deliveries of chocolate and fauns.
I wrote it for a friend, to cheer her up (hush, it's not cheating) and so has bad use of language and Internet Humour. Master writer, I am not!
Onwards!
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Once upon a time, there was a bunny rabbit. Now, they're supposed to be fluffy and fun, right? Right. Every kid who has set their sights on a pet knows that a rabbit is potentially harmless, and despite their foreboding teeth they're actually vegetarian. Well, not Norman. He was supposed to be, but due to [{please select one} FALLING INTO A VAT OF TOXIC WASTE / BEING BITTEN BY A RADIOACTIVE CABBAGE / HANGING AROUND 4CHAN TOO LONG] he developed... there's no nice way to say this, so, 'Cannibalistic Tendencies'. Not only this, but his mutation also included a freakishly fast change in mental processing, so he was quickly able to grow a working knowledge of a computer - and from there, the Internet. Clearly, nothing good came of this as soon Norman was out on eBay buying homing trackers and tranquilisers as 'CannibalBunny' - and while his intent was succinctly summed up within his username, strangely, no one called him on it. He would disappear at night from his cage (in a suburban backyard, of course) find the closest member of his species and quickly devour them while managing to avoid detection. To prevent vampirism or zombification of the remains after (while he was smart, he still hadn't learnt the age old adage of 'don't believe everything that's on the internet') he quietly disposed of them while backtracking and slipping back into his home before dawn. Oddly, his owners remained oblivious to his night time wanderings - although they were somewhat disinterested in his lifestyle, as indicated by the fact that they hadn't discovered he stole their LAPTOP. The kid knew, but then a lifetime's supply of sweets is equivalent to millions in hush money wherever a kid is concerned. And so, Norman lived out his life in peace and relative security for many years, until ROCKS FELL AND EVERYONE DIED. AND/OR THE SUPPLY OF RABBITS RAN OUT AS THE AREA GAINED THE REPUTATION OF HAUNTED. OR THE KID TOLD AND NEVER GOT HIS SWEETS AGAIN. Wait, what?
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It's almost like a choose your own adventure!
The invitation is open to anyone who wants to continue the CRACK and the LULZ. :D
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