Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26517142-20160618122627/@comment-28718853-20160624130457

I take a few steps back and pull an onion bomb out of my satchel. I prime it, cook it, and then toss it at the Mothman. The bomb explodes in a cloud of dust and shavings in front of her face. She yelps as the irritation clutches her eyes and she struggles to rub it out.

She then takes off, zig-zagging all over the place with her eyes still squeezed shut from the onion residue. I smile to myself, pleased with the possibility of ridding the town of the Mothman, but my face erupts into horror when I see what's approaching.

There is a large mamono army led by a Baphomet approaching the town. I get ready to turn and run to warn the town, but I feel something grab my waist from behind.

I twist my head to see a manticore staring at me with lust in her eyes in the street light. "Good work getting rid of that Mothman," she compliments, "Even if it was a little mean how you did it."

I point to the approaching mamono army and she chuckles. "I know," she replies as she adds with a seductive smile, "And I'm going to have my way with you here until the crack of dawn."

I begin to struggle to try to break her grasp, and she responds by barbing me, causing me to collapse to the ground with pleasure writhing through me.

She stands over me and shakes her head. "Cute attempt, but to no avail."

She then begins to remove my pants and I think to myself, "Well, it could have been worse."