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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2009 23:40:34 GMT -4
"excellent, we can finally get started, now if you follow me well walk right over to the 'oven'"
Me and you walk over to what appears to be a giant blue baking oven
"just step inside and we can begin"
The door opens and you step inside, it's actually quite roomeny and the walls are paded
"so how exactly does this work.."
right after you ask the door shuts, locking you inside, you can see through the blury glass , me operating some kind of podium
"ready?"
"ready...I think..."
I start the machine and you feel the room getting warmer and warmer...
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Post by Vomica on Feb 2, 2009 23:55:49 GMT -4
Did I honestly just allow some one to put me in an oven? That is like Hansel and Gretel style, or...
The warm dry air begins to take effect. Alright. He won't kill me. Or make a cake out of me. "Geez it's getting hot in here...", I stammer as I find it hard to talk in my rubberized form. Lifting my hand to wipe what I suspect are droplets of sweat off my forehead, I discover to my horror that my hand is instead wiped partially onto my forehead. Having a little more then a stub on the end of my wrist, I try to scream but my mouth refuses to budge. As if it was stuck together by some sticky adhesive. I break out in full panic.
And yet it gets hotter. The walls of the oven start to glow red...
What am I thinking? Run to the door and bang on it! I begin my glorious withdraw with a leaping bound. And hear a disturbing squashing noise as my legs lose all shape and form from the impact. An upper torso connected to the ground by the gloppy remains of goo beneath. I valiantly attempt to grab a rope out of the air with my one good hand as I begin to slowly lose myself to the pile of goop. My head less then an inch from the amorphous form, I look start up not wanting to lose myself to the mess.
Then darkness takes me. I become a bubbling heaving pile of melted goo. Strangely, I can feel the oven beneath me. And the hot air. Yet I feel no burning...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2009 22:50:28 GMT -4
You feel the melted goo that was once your body pouring into a hole, it turns out your being poured into a glass container of some sort
"now that we have your body melted, we can now mold you into your dream shape"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 3, 2009 23:04:06 GMT -4
"*Gurble*, *burba* *splat*" the goo that was once me bubbles. I've lost all sense other then touch (I can hear though vibrations. Yea. Sounds like a good explanation), and I have no way of controlling my formless shape. So, my gooy self just sits there as my self oozes into the crevices of the glass container.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2009 23:52:10 GMT -4
"so you wish to become a Dodecahedon if I recall, let's go prepare the mold"
I walk over to the shape compression machine I prepare the dodecahedon mold and start up the machine
"now the way this works is that I will pour you into the mold, then the machine will heat your body compacting your 'ozz' you so will be hardedend to you shape"
And with a smile you can't see because of my mask I pour you into the mold
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Post by Vomica on Feb 5, 2009 1:24:00 GMT -4
The machine starts up, and before I realize what is happening, I can feel my gooiness compressing. The with an audible "ding", I am done. As quickly as that. The mold then automatically opens up, and I fall onto the floor and bounce a number of times....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2009 22:10:05 GMT -4
I pick up your body and inspect you
"so is it everything you imagined?"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 7, 2009 2:41:40 GMT -4
Somehow in someway I am able to facilitate a response. In a form of communication that I am unable to explain, just by mere force of will persay, I respond "I never imagined this before. But this is quite incredible. Just think..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2009 7:30:48 GMT -4
You bounce around a little whle longer, having the time of your life
"so what would you like to become next?"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 10, 2009 1:01:35 GMT -4
Miraculously communicating in the same manner I did before (before it was all mental in nature. Huh. Should write that down), I convey "No idea really. You have suggestions?". I say as I continue to scatter around the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2009 23:01:36 GMT -4
"how about a couch? Or some kind of furnature?"
I suggest
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Post by Vomica on Feb 12, 2009 14:20:52 GMT -4
I respond, "Perhaps a table? Maybe."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2009 23:55:24 GMT -4
"k, but first we need to flaten ya"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 16, 2009 17:48:08 GMT -4
"Ah. Err. I suppose it can't be any worse then being flattened", I reply.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2009 23:38:24 GMT -4
All of the sudden you notice the celing is starting to slowly come down on you
"what's that?"
you ask
"I have a steam press for a celing, I use it to flatten my guest either fast or slow, which ever they chose, so what will it be?"
You think as you watch the celing coming closer and closer
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