SF: 60s Era Spiderman, by The Dubs Menace

The Dubs Menace 02/03/14(Mon)00:00 UTC-5 No.16075250

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Got a bit of writer's block. Gonna cure it with a shitfic.

 

>You are 60’s Era Spiderman, hero of badly animated New York city (BANYC for short), and by God do you love some fucking ponies.

“UNF!”

>You sat at your computer, jerking it to a picture of Cheerilee’s flank as Straight Outta Compton played on repeat in the background.

>Keeping switching to your left hand and rubbing your cock ever so slightly to keep it from going limp, you grabbed your mouse, opened a new tab, and went to /mlp/.

>There was a YLYL thread, a generals, a couple misc threads, and…

“I FUCKING LOVE STORIES!”

>You clicked on the thread titled ‘Story Time!’ and began reading.

“Oh wait… I can’t read. Lawl.”

>But you’re 60’s Era Spiderman. You don’t give a fuck if you can’t read or not.

>You were able to make out the words ‘option 1’ and ‘option 2’.

>1’s are for plebs, 2’s get the bitches.

>Suddenly, the ground shook violently, like you suddenly found yourself in Japan.

>Your ordinary person would freak the fuck out, but not you.

>You’re 60’s Era Spiderman, and you don’t give a single fuck.

>”Are you the one known as Spiderman.”

>You turn around and spot a fatass neckbeard standing behind you, holding a large burlap sack.

“STEP OFF BITCH THIS IS MY SWAMP!”

>You throw a right hook at the fedora tipping fuck, but trip and land right on your face.

>You look up in time to see the neckbeard drop the sack on your face.

>”Don’t let anyone else see what’s inside the bag, asshole.”

>And with that, the neckbeard disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

 

The Dubs Menace 02/03/14(Mon)00:17 UTC-5 No.16075645

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>You lay there for a very long time.

>You didn’t know just how long, you were too busy not giving a fuck to keep track of time.

>Eventually, you sat up and examined the burlap sack.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Thanks Obama.”

>You stood up and approached the sack. Putting your limited thinking abilities to use, you noticed the bag was held together by a rope tied together by a loose knot.

>A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARS!

>Faced by this impressive opponent, you flex your muscles in an attempt to intimidate the knot.

>It wasn’t very effective. It’s a knot.

>You charge the knot and punch it the fuck out.

>It wasn’t very effective. It’s a fucking knot.

>You trip over the bag after you fail to recover your footing after trying to punch the knot.

>It was super effective. You’re a fucking moron.

>You get back up and flash the knot a thumbs up.

“You’re pretty good!”

>It doesn’t do anything. It’s a knot.

>Suddenly, the bag begins to rock back and forth.

>There is something inside there struggling to get out.

>You watch, mortified, as the knot comes undone and a pony with a dark purple coat and a light pink mane pokes her head out of the sack. She fights her way out of it and stands up, rubbing her head.

>”Ow… what happened…?”

>Holy shit, it’s fucking Cheerilee.

>Thank you Based God.

>She examines her surroundings in a daze, before her eyes fall upon you.

“Lawl hi.”

>She screamed in horror.

 

The Dubs Menace 02/03/14(Mon)00:31 UTC-5 No.16075920

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>>16075744

>”MONSTER!”

>You recoiled in horror and screeched like a little girl.

“JEHOVAH’S WITNESS!”

>You dive under your desk and watch her suspiciously.

>Cheerilee’s face morphed into one of confusion.

>Her face looked much like yours when you were trying to take a massive shit.

>”Um…”

>She tentatively approached your desk and looked under it.

>“Are you-”

“No, I don’t want to hear the word of Jesus!”

>”No, I mean.. wait, who’s Jesus?”

“Lawl I dunno.”

>You crawl out from under the desk and stand up, towering over the pony standing before you.

“Wanna get high?”