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Roboslut
Topic Started: Mar 6 2018, 11:26 PM (47 Views)
Cactus Jack Bronson
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Water splashes across the camera as the scene fades in. The muffled sounds of screaming are heard as the camera shows a naked Cactus Jack Bronson standing above a beaten man covered in blood. Jack brings up the man out from the water and shows his face. Blood, welts, and bruises cover his face. Bronson knees the man in the face before shoving him back into the old, dirty bathtub full of disgusting water. The man kicks and attempts to fight his way out, but Jack puts his knee on the top of his back and holds him under until there is no longer any movement. Jack releases the man who doesn’t even move an inch. Jack faces the camera, his scrotum swinging down below. Jack looks to be also covered in blood as he smears some over his bald head.

“Slutbot 3000! You’re internally made clock has got to be ticking right about now! We’re but a few days from our violent encounter and boy have I been waiting! I’ve never fought a robot! And I can’t wait to show off my best impression of John Connor when I rip you limb from fucking limb!

There’s nothing behind this match. I’ve not come to Death Trip to win belts or fight the best in the world. I’ve come to Death Trip because they are the only place in the world that will let me string a motherfucker up without caging me like an animal! I can’t bloody people if they lock me up in solitary! I need a host.... a host that will let me loose and not try to stop me from doing what I enjoy. I’ve seen what happens in Death Trip.... and it’s the perfect place for Cactus Jack to snap.”

Jacks bloody head twitches. He scratches his sack and then smells his fingertips before he continues.

“You might be here Roboslut to gain something. Good for fucking you! I’m here to dismantle and decimate! This week I’ve got to decimate! And I’ll take pride and fucking joy when I beat you with your own limbs after I use them on myself!”

Jack licks his lips as he grabs his scrotum and begins stroking it. He drops it as it dangles below.

“The real difference between you and I is this Roboslut.... you care about winning. If you don’t you get dismantled. I could care less about winning! I fight to leave scars and break bones. You fight to get into some history book. The only history I care about leaving is covered in blood, guts, and gore!

In the end I’m a human and you’re a robot. Y2K didn’t take me down and neither will you! I don’t fear a fucking toaster and I don’t fear you! I’ve got a couple screwdrivers and a blow torch to take care of you with! So oil yourself up and make sure your joints are nice and loose. Cactus Jack is going to make sure you leave in parts, signed, shipped, and ready for a robo nerd in his moms basement!”

Jack grabs his tools from the wooden table laying next to the tub and walks out of view. The camera is left laying with the only view being the dirty looking room with what we can only assume is a dead body laying face down in a bathtub.
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