With permission from Just a Gigolo himself, I present my first ever work of subSPUF fiction. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 1:
In the beginning, the signs were clear to me; >the unusual mountain climbing trip, >Tyrone's magical reappearance and growth of double dongs, and now, Rammite's weird seclusion? It was obvious to me. The Dongpocalypse was descending, and FAST. I managed to stay away from the rest of them for the longest time now, working on my Anti-Dong weaponry and my power armor. I needed not only the time, but I wanted to avoid getting involved in the weird reality control the dongs have.
I know this may be too late to fight; that we're all sitting ducks, waiting for the world's food supply to be warped into steak, for all of us to grow 6 feet long dongs and start having sex for no reason. But damnit, I know that I'm going to fight back! I can't let these . . . things consume my friends lives!
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The notebook felt warm in Comeau's hand. It was a clear sign the Donger Warping had created spacial distortion; which meant the worst had begun. The dongers had already started to create massive shifts in the fabric of reality. It was only a matter of time before they would take a host.
"I'm tired of sitting around. Let's kill some fuckin' dongers." Strapping on his suit of powered armor, Comeau grabbed his weapons (a Swedish backsword except with a laserblade, a C7CT Designated Marksman, and a Heckler and Koch USP respectively) and flew out the door.
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