Saturday, November 20, 2010

And Now For Something Completely Different (Slightly NSFW text)

The next bit of Jimmy Nikola requires some extra resources that aren't quite ready yet. As far as releasing the next part goes, the mind is willing, but my body just isn't ready. Page views have dropped to practically nothing, and for good reason, I suppose, since I haven't updated in any reasonable increment for a while now.

To remedy this, I have decided to start a meager quest. A little adventure, if you will. I will write the best fanfiction the world has ever seen, bar none. By best, of course, I mean worse. Also best. It's a quantum thing, you need at least 12 degrees to comprehend the nuances in my fan dreck literature.

I think I'll start off with the first part of this little gem, but if you want something specific, or perhaps to issue a challenge, come at me, bro.

Write in the comments with the comic/mango/animu/tv show/movie/WHATEVER that you want me to write fanfiction for. Crossovers are highly encouraged. The worst/most inconceivable, the better. Also, if you want any tropes or anything included, be sure to list those too.

Without further ado, here is my Desert Eagle Opus:

God houskepping
A fanfic by MidniteLulz


Goku chardged up his power beams ans shot them into the rocks. the rocks blew up and flew intodust and small rocks into the air and goku smiled. good, I am getting dstronger everye day"  he said, smilingly.

He flew over to gohan and said "my son, we muts go home now and have food for dinner, so the ye went. whent hey were flying, gohan dtouched goku's dick, and goku smiled at him. "I will teach you to be a man yet, he said, and rubbed gonans butt. they french kissed in midair, but they arrived home, and Chi-Chi was waiting outside.

"oh, goku, i was waiting. we have a guest. Her name is martha stwerat and she is a really good housmaker who will help us keep clean.

"sonds like somone to have sex with" goku smiled

Martha stewart was inside, making an Autumn Guoud stew for Goku and gohan.

"oh, hi, i am martha stewatr. you must be goku"

Goku put his finger on her lips and said told her to "shush". he took his cloths off, and she smiled at him.
"i have this beautiful ring of spring colors to decorate dyour boner, goku" goku smilled at her and went supersayin his pubac hair sprugn up and turned gold like the color of supersyain ahair, and it was long like SSJ3 (but gohan SSJ3 color, not Goku). Marthat stewrat smiled and bent over to suck on gokus' dick.

she licked his penis and stuck it into her mouth "OHG od thevt feels so good aornd my dick" goku said, grabbing her hair.

"marhat asteweart smiled around his dick and grabbed a roast turky paninnin she made and rubbed it all over his thighs. he moaded with extaxy.

"hey dad, don't cur me no slack" gohan said, and walke up bhind martha stwerats. He pulled his dick out and jammed it in her hot pusy.

"oh fuck me in the as" she said, screaming.

"gohan, fuck at same time as me" goku insturcted, and kissed Gohan with his tongue.

goku and gohan kisd each other not sa father n son, but as lovers, as they pentrated martha stewart in both ends.

Suddenly, a flash of green light appeared, and a shadwoy figure walked in the door. "Hey, can I join in?"

to be continue? :O:O:O

So, come at me bro. Give me your best shot for fanfiction ideas. I assure you, my body is ready.

Is yours?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010



Oh man. You feel like a kid in a candy shop. I guess not so excited. You feel like a nerd in a nerd shop. That's exactly what you are, so the feeling is understandable. The excitement is almost palatable. You greedily snatch up a few things and jam them into your inventory. Your backpack is starting to get full, so on second thought, it would be best to probably only grab the things you need. But, actually, what do you need? You can think of things which would be practical, but there aren't many in this shop.

You suppose you could grab one of their cheap replica swords, but when it comes to Enhancing, you haven't a clue what would be effective. You look among the shelves. A warhammer model? You're not sure you can handle that much dakka. Maybe a rulebook? D&D Fourth Edition? Nope.avi. How about some dice? That seems like it could be okay, or absolutely terrible. Magic Cards... well, you were never that good at card games anyways.

You catch a sudden blur of motion out of the corner of your eye. You half-spin clumsily backwards, reaching for your sword, which is caught on your jacket. You attempt to make the gesture as threatening as possible, doing a kind of thrust with your left hip, which swings the blade a few inches. A man with shifty eyes and a long trenchcoat stands before you, holding his hands up in a gesture of non-aggression.

"Calm down sir, I am most certainly alive, yes?" He explains, in an accent which sounds vaguely european/middle-eastern/asian/irish/southern. Definitely one of those, you reason. He doesn't seem to be a threat at any rate, so you put your sword away. Well, a few more inches away. You'll have to work on drawing it.

"Who are you?" You ask.

He gives you a little bow, with a grandiose circular motion of his hand.

"Sneaky Pete, at your service, yes? I am a traveling salesman of merchandise of all shape and manner. You are most fortunate to have survived this ordeal, yes? You are rewarded with grand savings! Congratulations!"

You blink at him. He does not blink at all.

"Okay. Uh..." You're not sure if you can really loot with someone watching you. It feels like he's definitely judging you. This is your take on the situation, up until he starts sweeping armfuls of merchandise into a sack.

"Hey, what are you doing?! That's looting!" You hypocritize. He looks at you and smiles, before shoving more goods into the sack.

"No, no, it's okay. I own this shop. This is my shop, yes?"

"Yeah right! You think I'm gonna fall for that?"

Sneaky Pete smiles and holds up a piece of paper for your inspection. You take a peek. It's a rather official-looking deed. "DEED OF SALE - THIS BUSINESS HEREBY IS UNDER OWNERSHIP OF..."

The name is then crossed out rather severely in black ink, and "SNEAKY PETE" is written above it.


"You see? Clearly, I am the owner of the store, yes?"

"Sure. Okay. Sure." There's not much point in arguing with him.

"So, you are a customer, yes?" He asks. You don't have much money on you. Maybe 100 bucks total.

"I, uh. I guess so." you state blankly. 

"Well, take a look at my wares!"


To be continued... Big part coming in. Lots of work I gotta do to prep for it. Sorry for the delays.