GOREGASM !3

"GOREGASM  !3"

"Here we go, It's time ladies and gentlemen, get ripped to shreds by the destructor of your choosing, let your tormentor rend the flesh off your hide with any one of the six hundred and forty-five various power tools we have in our arsenal!!!" 

"Speaking of arsenals, don't forget the guns, you can't forget the guns,and what about the Howitzer?" The slimy vid host yammered. 

"Which one of you, want to be vaporized on an active nuclear warhead, vacating the earths stratosphere,my promise to you, you will be alive, when it detonates."  

"But of course, always the best for last at the end of our show, we will be executing a life term-er in agreement with our share holders, in order to maintain the ability to include voluntary self-slaughter." So to all of you out there, who just can't hack it any more, who just can't eat shit any more, who just hasn't got a friend in the world, and for the one who just hasten't got a fucking soul, and trust me, not a god-damn one of you has a soul, come get your ventricles blown out." 

"Don't be such a fucking Pussy." 

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Telling me what to do, to destroy myself.  

My name is C104199. I am a male of twenty five years,  I watch the show "Kill T.V." There is nothing else ever shown. Ever. 

Kill T.V. is a successful attempt at quelling the feud of man's savage nature, war has been abolished in all countries, and all weapons and components, are put to use in the publicised mass execution show. Everything you can think of can be used on you, pistols, electricity, even a variety of dangerous animals. 

If you volunteer to be executed, you get a large lump sum of money, and two weeks before you go on the show and get "reset".

If you are a life term-er, your considered a god, being a life term-er, means that you had to kill someone, and in a world without weapons, and where T.H.E.Y have taken away anything that could used as a weapon, means that you had to do it with your bare hands. And, with psychological brainwashing, and a steady supply of a "stabilizing" drug known as Dust, this is very difficult to accomplish, as it causes you to suffer unimaginable pain, if you try to harm another living creature. Life term-ers are also the only contestant's who get to choose a weapon to fight back against the tormentors.  

The "tormentors" are the small percentage of people for whom the drugs and brainwashing, have no effect. "Tormentors" do not feel any pain while resetting people. Tormentors do not get to live in the rest of the "complex"(not really a complex, more of a prison), the tormentors reside on the outside of the complex, in the wastelands.

The walls of the "complex" protrude to upwards of thirty-five feet, and is constructed of poured concrete and electrically charged, three-inch razored steel cables running in and out of the wall. On the corners in watch towers, T.H.E.Y. were waiting to snipe or hit you with a rocket, or hit the switch for one of the eighty-three thousand landmines, surrounding the complex on all sides.

The term-ers are kept in a very large, very dark, building in the center of the complex, on all side of this building, is a giant moat, ten feet deep, and fifteen hundred feet from outside diameter to inside diameter.This moat is filled to the brim with glass, razors, salt, and it, like everything else,  is pepperd with landmines. 

There are several rules we have to follow on order to "keep permission" as T.H.E.Y. call it. We are not allowed to speak to any of T.H.E.Y. We are not allowed to use vulgar launguage,(although it's on Kill T.V., and anyone working for T.H.E.Y. can) under penalty of rejection, where a person is thrown out into the wasteland, to die and be eaten at the hands of the tormentors, or to be slathered along the walls of the complex by a landmine.

Most of the time someone gets rejected, a look of, well i cant think of a word for it, a look comes over their face, one i have never seen before, something different from pain and suffering, something different from hunger and anger, something thats make them run for the nearest mine and grind the heel of their foot into it until it spatters them across the front of the complex. Not once in the fifteen times of rejection i've seen, has anyone stayed quiet. Word's flowed endlessly from their lips, a string of cursing and ranting, and the most foul hate filled threats anyone has ever heard.

The one thing i heard that stuck with me the most was, "they're FUCKING with you"!!! "These words don't mean SHIT!!" "They're just fucking ASSHOLES with NO genitals, and no way of minding their own business." "Vulgarity is our right, Vulgarity should be for all, FUCK the FUCKING FUCKER WHO FUCK US, TIME FOR US TO FUCK BACK!!"

I stood, and listened, and watched, as did everyone. No one knew what he was saying, let alone what he meant, the words of Vulgarity were only meant for T.H.E.Y.

No one, except for T.H.E.Y. knows what the words mean. T.H.E.Y. warn against using Vulgarity, in the rules.

Vulgarity  is dangerous, it can cause the tendons in the neck to stretch uncontrollably, in the case of one rejection, the male was using Vulgarity and his esouphagus collapsed and he choked to death. One male was so involved with Vulgarity, he inadvertently walked into the moat in the center of town, (there is still a red patch in all the glass and salt)

There are a million other rules, and i don't wish to recite them, as they will appear later,  I'm sure.

As for recreation, we have the ability to do a few things, we can drink, we can smoke, we can commit any kind of sexual deviancy we choose, and we can walk around the complex(keeping in mind the agreed upon bounds) for up to two hours a day. We have it pretty good, I just wish T.H.E.Y would let me be a tormentor, but T.H.E.Y. said I don't have the "stomach." 

Which was true, but I, as long as I have been alive, have always wanted to reset a person of my own, it just seems that it would be the best possible way to truly.....connect with another human being. 

I have tried to become a tormentor many many times,  and every time I was readmitted to the "pharm" to get my daily dose of Dust upped. 

I can still strangle myself to the point of passing out, but I just don't tell them any more.

I work in a mail-room shuffling paper around to other rooms, where they are in turn, shuffled several times more.. Mostly fan letters to the highest ranking tormentor, or occasionally a request for another term-er to take the latest empty slot on the show. A big, red envelope, of which there were a lot, and quite often.

I have worked here for some time, it's not the best, but it keeps my kitchen stocked. The worst part, (some of us say the best) is the initialization of project 34.11-1a, which segregates the sex's to separate work area's. The two hours a day of free time, was the amount of time you were allowed to socialize, and have sexual encounters, and consume alcohol, you were allowed to be drunk on the street, as long as you weren't causing a disturbance, or using Vulgarity.

Also, in this mail-room, is a giant screen showing the ever-going, and ever gory Kill T.V. 

Set up right in front of us, above us, just out of reach, and to loud to have conversations over. The deafining sound of guns and bombs, and screams ensured that we did our work, and assured that we would see the pupils of fear dilate in the eye's of our co-workers, as one of our hand's held up the red envelope, forecasting the next weeks coming reset on the big screen, like we were in control of man's existence, and, we were.