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singeivoire:
*bows
onewheelwizzard:
--- Quote from: Tactical Error on 04 Mar 2008, 13:15 ---An Unhealthy Piece of Real Estate
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Keith and Glenn Stapleton surveyed the new apartment. "I figure we can fit half the servers in this closet, if we open up a ventilation duct to cool them down," remarked Keith as he surveyed the room that would've been a bedroom if they had any intention of sleeping in their new place. The two brothers were set to make a fortune with their new internet poker franchise, but they needed a space to keep the equipment they'd recently ordered to make it a reality. The arrangements were all set ... once they had the site up and running, their advertising contracts would start paying off, the cash they skimmed from the virtual tables would start flowing in, and they'd earn six figures each within a few months. The two skinny coders had figured out a foolproof scheme and they were going to be rich. They'd even started wearing 10-gallon hats and western-style embroidered shirts to fit the poker-kingpin image they were trying to cultivate.
The last room to explore was the bathroom, and neither of the Stapletons cared much for its contents ... they would've been satisfied with just a pot to piss in. But something caught Glenn's eye in the medicine cabinet, half-hidden by the sliding mirror door. It was bright orange and black, and a second glance confirmed it to be a small stuffed tiger, the sort that could be bought from any zoo gift shop for 12.95.
"Hey Keith, check this out. They left a stuffed animal in the bathroom. What's it doing here anyway? Shouldn't it be in the bedroom or something?"
Glenn reached for the tiger. Something flickered in the mirror, and he hesitated for a second. A chill went up his spine and he wiped his hand on his thigh as it suddenly began to itch. He turned on the faucet to wash it, and the faucet coughed twice and started trickling slowly into his hand. Glenn relaxed. "Keith, the plumbing in this place sucks." "Who cares?" replied Keith from the nearby kitchen. Glenn muttered something about that being a good point and finished washing his hands, then glanced back at the tiger. He gasped at the empty space where it had been only moments before. "Fuck! Keith, there is something seriously weird about this place."
There was a pause, and Glenn frowned. "Keith? You hear me?" he asked, turning towards the door of the bathroom. "I said this place has me seriously creeped out right now." The shower curtain rustled and he jumped. A faint gurgle sounded from the direction of the kitchen. Glenn rushed into the kitchen to find nothing but his brother's massive cowboy hat sitting on the table. "What the fuck, Keith? Where are you?" he shouted. In a panic, he dropped to all fours and looked under the table. Nothing. He frantically started opening cabinets, knowing that there was no way his brother could be in any of them. Then it hit him - the fridge. His brother had hidden in the fridge just to fuck with him! He yanked the door of the fridge open and jumped back in horror.
His brother's body toppled out, a stuffed tiger's head protruding from his mouth as his eyes stared into nothing.
CamusCanDo:
Just because I can:
Genre - Pirate fic.
Theme - Molemen
- Jealousy
ledhendrix:
This thread is fucking excellent, all those stories are great.
I would like one involving Santa, a Scottish Physicist with a barely intelligible and a mole thrown in for good measure.
Jimmy the Squid:
What's a barely intelligible?
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