Anonymous
6/26/2025, 4:57:29 PM No.713710142
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Thread 713710142 - /v/ [Archived: 883 hours ago]
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:07:46 PM No.713710868
Just transport them out of bounds using the bathroom door.
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:09:10 PM No.713710964
>spiders
>plural
>jamboree
>plural
>jamboree
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:09:45 PM No.713710997
Kill it with half an a press
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:23:52 PM No.713711939
>>713710142 (OP)
Okay, mom. Just let me build up speed for twelve hours
Okay, mom. Just let me build up speed for twelve hours
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Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:31:39 PM No.713712451
>>713712312
and it's actual 3D instead of a ball sprite
and it's actual 3D instead of a ball sprite
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Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:41:17 PM No.713713149
>>713710142 (OP)
this is true, I don’t know why people are so afraid of spiders
maybe I’m just biased because spiders are the only arachnids I like
this is true, I don’t know why people are so afraid of spiders
maybe I’m just biased because spiders are the only arachnids I like
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:43:35 PM No.713713319
>>713712451
You're a ball, FUCK YOU
You're a ball, FUCK YOU
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:43:37 PM No.713713323
>>713711939
>"Anon, you've been sitting on that sofa all day, you need to get up and kill those spiders!"
>"no mom you don't understand I've been building up speed, I'm almost ready"
>"Almost ready, my eye! Get up now!"
>Anon's mom reaches for his arm to pull him out of the chair
>"Mom no- don't touch me I'm going too f-"
>Mom's fingers, already partly encircling anon's skinny forearm, clasp shut
>Mom's arm instantly is rapidly shaken back and forth between anon's seated position and the position he SHOULD be (almost entirely behind the chair, through the wooden chair back); traveling back and forth 60 times in the space of a second, her forearm bones are rapidly shaken to splinters while her muscles and flesh are scrambled like jelly in a paint can mixer; her hand is reduced to mince from being punched through the chair as nearly as many times
>Anon's arm skin and upper arm flesh meanwhile have been aggressively shucked from his body from the repeated back-and-forth of his mom's hand
>the chair is fatally damaged; now there's nothing stopping anon from continuing backwards, but without the all important speed necessary to clip through the wall behind him and into the bathroom beyond
>before anon or his mother can react, he instantly lurches backwards - his legs partly fusing with the still shattering frame of the chair - into the cinder block and drywall
>mom's arm is torn off at the elbow; anon splashes against the wall and coats the entire room with viscera
>the spiders briefly halt their jamboree at the loud, wet thud, but then continue
>"Anon, you've been sitting on that sofa all day, you need to get up and kill those spiders!"
>"no mom you don't understand I've been building up speed, I'm almost ready"
>"Almost ready, my eye! Get up now!"
>Anon's mom reaches for his arm to pull him out of the chair
>"Mom no- don't touch me I'm going too f-"
>Mom's fingers, already partly encircling anon's skinny forearm, clasp shut
>Mom's arm instantly is rapidly shaken back and forth between anon's seated position and the position he SHOULD be (almost entirely behind the chair, through the wooden chair back); traveling back and forth 60 times in the space of a second, her forearm bones are rapidly shaken to splinters while her muscles and flesh are scrambled like jelly in a paint can mixer; her hand is reduced to mince from being punched through the chair as nearly as many times
>Anon's arm skin and upper arm flesh meanwhile have been aggressively shucked from his body from the repeated back-and-forth of his mom's hand
>the chair is fatally damaged; now there's nothing stopping anon from continuing backwards, but without the all important speed necessary to clip through the wall behind him and into the bathroom beyond
>before anon or his mother can react, he instantly lurches backwards - his legs partly fusing with the still shattering frame of the chair - into the cinder block and drywall
>mom's arm is torn off at the elbow; anon splashes against the wall and coats the entire room with viscera
>the spiders briefly halt their jamboree at the loud, wet thud, but then continue
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Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:48:12 PM No.713713620
>>713713398
Yeah I was bored at work
Yeah I was bored at work
Anonymous
6/26/2025, 5:49:11 PM No.713713705