Title:           Deadmeat Chronicles: The Biker
Author:          BadFicWriter
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First Edit:      Friday 6th of July 2012 11:20:42 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 6th of July 2012 11:20:42 AM CDT

>You are a maroon fluffy with a light green mane.
>Your friend has just been brought back to your pen.
>You are hugging her trying make her feel better.
>You ask her if special huggies will help.
>She asks you what those are.
>You are about to demonstrate when the pen is kicked by a two legged monster.
>All the fluffies around you scream and start running randomly, “Hewp!”, “Monsta!”, “Hewp fwuffy!”
>You back up and puff your cheeks, “Go way!”
>This two legged monster is bigger than most.
>He had on a black leather vest over his bare skin.
>He is wearing blue jeans and leather boots.
>He black hair and black facial fluff.
>He is looking at you.
>”You cost me money asshole!”
>You keep staring at him.
>You have tried to break the pen several times.
>You know you can’t run.
>”So what the fuck you got to say about that faggot?”
>”Go way!” You stick your tongue out at the monster.
>He sneers at you for a minute.
>”Looks like you got some guts. I bet twenty thousand for you to die but you decided to live.”
>”Munsta wan Deadmeat die? Why munsta wan Deadmeat die?” You keep your eyes on the monster.
>”To make some scratch, why else?”
>He sees your puzzled look, “What? Everybody dies, every fluffy pony dies. But I guess you don’t know that.”
>He turns to walk away, “Munsta! What mean all fwuffy die?”
>He stops and turns back, “What? You understand?”
>”Deadmeat no die!”
>He looks down at you, “Sorry bro, but you’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, every fluffy here is gonna die. Just a fact of life.”
>”Deadmeat no die!” You don’t like what you are hearing.
>”What the fuck ever, do you have what it takes to live?”
>You are confused again.
>”You have to have the proper attitude man. Look at me, my father was a piece of shit alchoholic who beat me daily.”
>”He cut out on me and mom and she went to doing drugs and bringing in every hard dick that word pay her attention.”
>”Growing up in shit and filth with no parents to care for me, ran away from home at 16.”
>”But still even with all that, do you think I let it get me down? Do you think I can go through life letting that eat at me?”
>You stare at him for a minute then guess, “Wes?”
>”Your goddamn right! Fuck the world and everyone in it!”
>”I didn’t think things could get any worse but tonight I got fucked by a fluffy pony, ain’t that some shit!”
>He stares at you trying to measure you up.
>”Everyone dies, living is hard. Sometimes you have to do bad things to keep going, you might have to hurt others.”
>”So fuck ‘em,  just think of it as giving them a head start to hell.”
>”Deadmeat no wan die…” You take in what he has said.
>”Hmmm, maybe I can make my money back and then some.” He walks back to the pen.
>”Listen bro, you can put it off for a while. Just remember, every fluffy dies.”
>”So don’t worry about what you have to do.”
>He starts to walk away again, “Get mean dude, that’s the only way you’ll live.”
>Charcoal trots up to you, “No wan fwen to die! No wan fwen get bad huggies!”
>She starts to tear up, “Charcoa sad… wha special huggies cheer up Charcoa…”
>She stares at you with tears in her eyes.
>Later she is heard giggling, “Eemf! Eemf! Eemf!...”