Whole body shaking, I stand inside of the elevator, turds rocketing out of me at rates that humans can't imagine. One of the downsides of being a hybrid is rocket diarrhea explosion, a severe condition caused by the addition of animal cells to create the hybrid. I grabbed at the walls of the elevator as the crap continued to flood out of me, slowly beginning to rise up the sides of the elevator. I watched my shoes disappear beneath the piling colossus of excretion, my abdomen violently jerking as everything from the last two weeks blasted out of my rear end. Suddenly I felt a tug inside of myself and knew it was all over. The most common form of death for hybrids is a condition known as rocket diarrhea dis-organisation. As in dis-organ-isation. The diarrhea becomes too much and your organs give up. I felt my kidneys and my intestines slide into the ocean of poo, and suddenly my spine flew out and I fell against the wall, grabbing at a handle on the roof. My stomach, lungs and heart collapsed onto the floor, and my final thought before my brain fell out of my arse was "I wonder what's for lunch".
Two minutes later the elevator doors opened on the bottom floor, and the waiting residents were knocked down in a tsunami of shit that would soon consume all of Novus.
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The Accident
HumorSo a friend of mine is writing a book on a google drive i'm allowed to edit on and they'd left it half way through a sentence, so I ended up improvising and accidentally created a monstrosity. Enjoy:
