The Only Not Barf Thing On My Pintest, Right Now

"Don't move." The Diddlesaurus Rex veered around the corner, but it couldn't see things if they weren't moving or if they weren't shiny. All of a sudden, something grabbed my ankle. The imposter had grabbed me at the last second. The Diddlesaurus had just oiled his surroundings. I heard bro yell," No!".

My low taper fade was blowing we were going so fast in the vents.

What?

My brain is broken I need an internet break

Clearly.

"Dont move." Said Player 456. One year ago he seen his hundreds of people decimated for moving. Now, in the present, he had to prevent those around him for suffering the same fate.

Perfect.

"Don't move."
I stood against the wall, looking at the angry yet handsome man who held a gun to my head. "What do you want from me?" I asked, afraid to know the answer.
"I want you to die. I want you to never bother me again. I want you to know all the pain that I have."
I looked at him with sultry eyes. If I wanted to escape this alive, I would have to release my inner temptress. "I don't think that's what you want. I think you want *me*. You want to make love to me, to believe in me."
He looked at me, and for a moment his eyes darted away from me.
That was all I needed.
I grabbed the gun, shot him in the chest three times, and ran.

Yikes...

hey, is it that bad?

Perhaps not just yikes. Good writing skills, though.

yay tysm
(whenever somebody says "aww, tysm" I think autism)

Np.