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[Blood-Pigggy]

Sure, let me whip some up...

Why do I have the eerie member number 1551? That's an eerie number....

Here we go....


Orangutan Dream -
By Pierre Theron

Delicious, a orangutan’s dream. His taste buds soared with the ecstasy of feasting upon the delicious remains of his brethren . The horror of the past day washed over his mind, and he found himself on the floor, screaming primate screams, that rang across the high lit canopy like a shock wave.
Just now he realized the massacred remains of his brothers and sisters, lying upon the grassy clearing like a fresh Amristar Massacre reenacted by clueless chimps. The trees surrounded the empty circle like a prison upon the orangutan, a cage of timber and leaves. His eyes watered over, a torrent and wave of pain, he couldn’t stop it, he wanted more, he ached for more, he screamed for more.

And so, young Harrison Ford, a poor orangutan, found himself as a cannibal, a freakish perversion of nature. Soaked with blood and insanity, he leaped upon the pillar of indulgence and frolicked in the joys of monkey flesh, he would soon know the price for his crimes.

But…how…would…he…pay?