Good, good

Remarkable. moar.

Amusing little story to start us off again.

I really hope somebody archived all the stories from the original thread.

Found original thread here:

http://orz.gurochan.net/lit/archive/1227136933

Reposting:

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The Handbook of Raising Jissouseki

By Robert E. Deeds

Co Authored by Thomas Johnson Shop

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NOTE! This is a How-To-Handbook dedicated to rearing the perfect, as perfect it can possibly get, pet of a species known as the Jissouseki. If you are allergic to this species and/or anything related to them, please consult your doctor and a certified veterinarian before following the instrcutions of this guidebook. If you are a member of any Animal Right Organization, please note that the authors of this book are not supporting you in any way, we are merely trying to make better of the situation inolving the jissouseki that is causing mayhem and wanton destruction to humankind. To any potential and prospect jissouseki owners or those wishing to make use of the creatures, please take caution and have patience. While this book has been scientifically proven to work well on the jissou, it will vary according to your hand. In any case, please follow the basic guidelines to the best of your ability.

Best wishes to those who have supported this project and helped bring it to completion.

-Chapter 1: Preparing Yourself

Section 1: The Home and Mindset of the Jissou Pet Owner

Hello, if you are planning to rear a jissou into a perfect pet, I'm afraid doing so is going to be a hard, but if done so correctly, but satisfying project. In order to take advantage of this book you will need several things. A small enclosed area for your new guest, which should start out small, a shoe box should do fine until the creature reaches child stage. The typical jissou beahvior appears to be mainly that of carbohydrates, though extra vitamins are largely dependent on their short-term needs, but longterm-wise it may benefit the pet's appearance and general fitness, as well as curtailing it's more distasteful body functions. Cereal such as Mini-Wheats, Cheerios, and crackers are recommended, with simple drinking water in a water drip, though fortified water is more than acceptable. In order to safeguard your time-consuming project, you must also safeguard your home from the outside jissou influence. Even a hint of influence from a jissou may lay waste to all your precious time and care on the jissou you are raising, forcing you to either start fresh or spend even more time to heal it. In order to protect your home from the pests, make sure to soundproof and add on a removable mailbox to your door or garage, so it may be emptied of any jissouseki intruders every morning. There may be as many as three to four children or a dozen maggots inside. Do not under any circumstances take in any of these jissou as pets as they may already be too late to save, either from disease or mindset. They may have orders from their mother to unlock the door to allow other jissou in or to smuggle in more jissou. If you believe some may be able to be redeemed, do so at your own risk as wild jissou tend to be cannibals and may eat the jissou you raised by hand, or kill it out of jealousy, so make sure to seperate them. Do not fall for their bits of flattery and be sure to take a strict hand as they are not human children and will act like it.

Another area to safeguard is your garden. If you have a wire mesh fence protecting your backyard, it is most recommended that you add wooden planks at least four feet high to prevent jissou from squeezing through or tossed through the higher holes. If you cannot afford this, make sure to secure your backyard door from intrusion as jissou may force their way in and try to become your pet and will place children in areas around the home to secure it as their domain.

Raising the jissou requires several factors that largely depend on you, and in some parts, on the type of jissouseki you have managed to acquire. You need patience, as these creatures are annoying to sometimes the extremes and emit a pheromone that brings out a primal urge of violence directed at the subject/pet when under duress or stress. Patience is largely the primary factor of raising the jissou, but money and time is also a factor because in order to make sure they are raised under your indoctrination properly, the first generation must be raised under a strict eye, so the rest of the line will be indoctrinated and remain in line as well. This may take some time as multiple generations may be induced prematurely and may cause quite a large amount of complications. In order for the jissou to be raised to your expectations, it must be raised young. The authors of this book have tried raising with all ages, with the newborn stages being the most effective. Raising a Child-Stage Jissouseki is not impossible, but requires much time and attention, which inconveniently also borders on repetitive. We do not recommend attempting to rear an immature or full grown adult jissouseki. At all. For further details please visit www.86jissou.gov or call their toll free line at 1-800-865-3772 . They regularly update and put up bulletins on Jissouseki every month or so, depending on the urgency.

-Section 2: Getting the jissou

Here is one of the most important part of this book which is to find the perfect jissou for your needs. Prior to this chapter, we had recommended that you take care of a newborn jissou rather than an older jissou. This is done so because of their relatively clean minds that are not yet polluted with the typical jissouseki mindset of selfishness and Ego-stroking.

If adopting a jissou straight from the streets and the wild is the only option you have, do so with extreme caution. While a newborn jissou is relatively clean and disease-free, their mother and older siblings are often dirty and contain very dangerous contaminants. If you are about to adopt a jissou to rear from the streets, it would be best to take home a newborn grub. 'Maggot-Chan', 'Grub-Chan', is the larval form of the jissou. Ordinarily, the jissou is born as a creature with a small roundish head with a tuft of brown hair, the trademark red and green eyes, a small upside down 'A' shaped mouth, and a slug-like body with four stubby nubs for locomotion. It is usually encased in a silky cocoon for warmth and protection from the lighter elements of nature. At this stage, they are very insistent and are quite impressionable, which is the most important part of the rearing process. An uncommon version of the larva, known as a 'Thumb-Chan', is often born alongside their grub sisters. The Thumb-Chan is basically a tinier baby version of their mother and larger sisters. These are the best types of Jissou to take home as pets, both are about the side of your thumb, if not a little bigger and eat very little. If the mother insists you take home the rest of her children, decline, and if she continues to badger you, threaten her.

If the family follows you, run to escape them as they are naturally slow and clumsy and will tire easily.

If you plan to buy a jissouseki from a pet store, you should know about the following categories:

Jissouseki are often sorted through manually by professionals for Pet-Grade before shipping them en masse to the store for further processing before being shown to the public for buying. The difference between the ones you'd find in the wild and these are that you'll most often find them as Child and Adult Stages and that they were raised by professionals aiming to make them more agreeable to the potential pet owner. Pet-Grades come in four categories; A, B, C, and D.

Class-D are substandard jissou, very much the same ones you'd find on the streets, in the alleyways, and the parks. They cost from a standard dollar to about five to ten dollars for one or a small group depending on the store you go to. Class-Ds are mainly used as abuse-items, often coming in Maggots, Children, and Adults, so unless you wish to waste your time on rearing an unredeemable jissou or relieve some stress...

Class-C are above average jissou and are the best subjects for the use of this book. They are usually sold as Child Stage Jissou, but upon request the clerk may have some Class-C Maggots or an Adult in the back. These cost about twenty dollars, but usually come with their own cage and jissou feed. The younger jissou types are often about fifteen dollars, with the adults at most twenty-five.

Class-B are higher than average grade jissouseki, with a price tag of up to the hundreds range, they have better mental and physical faculties than the average jissou, and are most motherly of all. I do not recommend buying this jissou unless you are planning to indoctrinate an entire family.

Class-A are high end jissou with impeccable manners and with a price tag extending all the way to the hundreds of thousands. If you are planning to buy this jissou, you may as well not read the rest of this book and take care of a jissou on your own. Then again, you'd save a lot of suffering, time, and blood pressure.

Out of the four categories, Class C is the most agreeable, as they are both affordable and are well trained enough to not lose anger over. However, they are still jissou and treating them like a pet is taramount to prevent them from gaining a superiority complex, which is what gives jissouseki a bad name as a pet, especially in adult life.

Another option is to go to a Jissouseki Breeder. This profession was taken up by certain individuals with less than humane tastes, and often managed to bring the best out of the families of jissou they traumatize and bully through a long course of Dwarin's natural selection of the best and the finest rather than the nurturing part of the Pet Store. Quite similar to the wild jissou, though the sadist's way of going at it is much more finer with experience and style. Breeders are far and in between, but sell good jissouseki of all ages and types for reasonable prices. Out of the three, simply picking a newborn jissou from the streets is the best bet as they are most impressionable and are free.

As Jissouseki have not been classified as a domesticated animal, many veterinarians do not have the knowledge to examine or treat Jissou as well as others are unwilling. If you do have a pet Jissou, please make sure you're veterinarian is qualified with Jissou, or are willing to take Jissou into their practice. It is also advised you get the proper vaccinations and shots for your pet as well.

-Section 3: Taking Care of the Jissouseki

Once you have secured your jissouseki and lost any pursuers, set the creature down into it's new home, be it a shoe box or cage. The home should have two small dishes, the kind you'd use for dip, flat enough to allow the larva to climb on top. One will be it's personal shit-bowl, where it can defecate into. The other will be a water bowl, not too deep for it to drown in. A few cheerios and a cracker should satisfy it's belly. A few pieces of toilet paper and Kleenex should suffice as bedding.

Tip: The typical Maggot-Chan will often ask for you to rub it's belly, an act that helps it's blood flow and digestive system. You can use this to your advantage by denying this treat unless it does as you say. Newborn jissou are smart enough to follow your instruction, though it may take a few tries to get it through their skulls. Give the maggot a belly rub after it follows your instructions to go potty into the right dish, this will provide the basis for further indoctrination. The jissouseki will be tired upon ejaculating during it's belly rub and will proceed to go to sleep in the tissues you have provided. It should be awake in an hour or two.

If you can, get a hamster cage. It is the type of cage for all types of jissou of children and under. Maggots are slow and lazy, often opting to go for the fastest way possible to achieve an objective, which certainly applies to most other jissou as well. This can be partially prevented by installing a hamster wheel for it to run in. Encourage exercise for your pet jissou, as this will prevent further defecation when it grows to child stage. Reward with candy and belly rubs if they do extra workouts and tell it how good is has become...and how it isn't like the other Bad Jissou. Be sure to put emphasis on the last two words. Feeding it is not a priority as it eats very little at this stage, make sure to have it eat every little crumb of the food you have given it before you give it more. Do this repeatedly until it does so without you having to ask it to do so. Eventually this will be ingrained into it's little mind as second nature. This will eventually pass on to it's children, if you intend to have it give birth to a family, as memory genes.

Teaching the maggot manners is a secondary priority, with the main priority being to teach it to go to the bathroom without you having to clean up after it. Do so by lightly tapping It on the head whenever it defecates upon the floor. Eventually it will shy away on doing so for fear of being punished. Hand out punishments fairly, as it is the only way to raise a jissouseki without having to resort to needless violence.

*Chart-01*

Below is a chart on the vocalizations of the typical jissou, depending on age and stage. This should help you identify their needs or current emotions.

Here are a few, if not most of, the sounds they make, depending on their age:

Larva (also called grub, maggot, worm): 1st Stage of life. A Baby. About the size of a human thumb.
"Refu": Basic vocalization.
"Refuu": Variation on basic.
"Refi": Variation on basic.
"Tefu": Extremely happy.
"Refeee": Raspy, in pain.
"Rehi": Pain.
"Repyeeeen": Crying.
"Repya": Shock, pain.
"Repyo": Confusion.
"Tettere!": Elation.
"Reffun": Sigh. Usually said after defecating.
"Rebya": Sudden, intense pain. (think knee-jerk reaction)
"Punipuni": Japanese for squishy. Indicator that the grub wants a belly rub.
"Buriburi": Variation on "punipuni"
"Punifu": Variation on "punipuni"
"Te?": "Huh?"
"Re?": "Huh?"
"Repupu": Being strangled.
"Rebooooh:" Ate way too much, about to pop.

Thumb-chan: Born as a humanoid. Name comes from size (similar size to grub)
"Rechi": Basic vocalization.
"Re~!": Elation.
"Reeeeen...": Crying
"Chieeeen": Crying.
"Rechu~": Trying to be cute.
"Rechu~n": Sigh.
"Resun": Crying.
"Techuwa!": Panic.


Child: After metamorphosis, a grub becomes a humanoid child.
"Techi": Basic vocalization.
"Te!": Elation.
"Te?": "Huh?"
"Techa": Pain
"Tepya": Pain
"Ororon!": Wailing.
"Tepupupu!": Mocking Laughter.
"Techu~": Trying to be cute.
"Techu~n": sigh of contentment (Very rarely said)
"Tegyoooo!": Life-threatening injury.
"Chuwa!" Pain, shock.

Adult Jissou:

"Desu": Basic vocalization.
"Dee": Apprehension
"De-": Elation.
"Desuun": Crying.
"Desha!": Fear, agony, psychological trauma.
"ORORORO~N!": Wailing.

~ Special thanks to Doctor WD of the Smithsonian Biology Department

-Chapter 2: The Jissouseki Bible

-Section 1: The Ten Commandments

I know, I know, this is a bit fruity. But it works. Take any religion you like and apply it to a durability test, you'll get a nine out of ten for Christianity in general. Simply put we made a list of things for Jissou to learn on what are the got do to dos and the what not to dos. To enforce this, we put the idea of a Bad Jissouseki into their minds as what not to become. The bad jissouseki is the typical goblins off the streets that eat their kin and bully humans into allowing it houseroom so it can slime the walls green and drain their owner's bank accounts dry. We want to use that image as the reason they go to jissou hell. Jissou heaven is where all the GOOD jissouseki go to, and there are so very few of them because so many are bad. Its so very lonely up there, after all. The ten commandments are thus:
1. Mister Man/Master is the Law.

2. You will not murder (unless in self-defense)

3. You will not steal (from me, or your friends and family)

4. You will not lie in any way.

5. You will always love your master, your family, and your friends.

6. Do not abuse my (owner) kindness,

7. Do not sin, or you will be punished

8. Strive to be good, so you can join your family in Heaven.

9. Strive to be good, lest you go to hell to be tortured by the Evil Jissou.

10. Listen to Mister Man, follow His instructions, and you will live a good life. Do not, and you will become a Bad Jissou and go to Hell.

>>1
Jissou + Star Wars reference.
Genius! :)

Great stuff, REd! However, buriburi isn't a squishy noise- it's a fart or shitting noise in Japanese. Don't ask why I know this.

>>8

Considering where we are, I would be more surprised if you didn't know that.

Should I repost the first two chapters of my previous story?

I've been wondering....
I know that any red liquid (or light) in the green eye causes pregnancy,
but what happens when you put a GREEN liquid in the RED eye?

Whatever. You never heard from me.
This conversation never came to pass.

> 12
I think it has a similar effect.

I think it depends on the author or artist, but most of my research shows that green eye pregnancies can only happen when a Jissou has sperm injected into her. It doesn't matter if it's from a Dick Jissou, a Human or another animal. Even flower pollen rubbed in a Jissou's vaganus can cause a green eye pregnancy, http://gurochan.net/g/src/126768613799.jpg and http://gurochan.net/g/src/12676861609.gif

Also, Jissou's eyes both turn red durring labor regardless of what made a Jissou pregnant to begin with.

Does anyone know what jissou are derivatives of? I've been thinking that they might be a mix of human and insect DNA, the same way most mushrooms and fungus are neither plant nor animal.

I mean, think about it, they can talk, and think, much like humans. Born with this ancestral knowledge much the same way insects are born knowing how to find mates and food, and such.

If my theory is correct, than what would happen if someone deliberately bred jissou to be more and more intelligent? Or, since any intelligent jissou is highly improbable, at least ones born with more and more ancestral knowledge, besides just saying stupid words.

Anyways, that was my random post for the day, lol.

If I read the origins story right, their appearance and behaviour was caused by a fault in the crystal in the original one which was then copied to all its descendants.
I suppose if anyone knew how to fix the crystal, they could create what the Jissou were originally supposed to turn out like.

Or if they screwed it up even worse they could create a monster!
Hmm, I feel a story idea coming on...

They were meant to be like Souseki, from Rozen Maiden.

The real lore is that they came about because some guy ordered a doll, and it was horribly ugly. So he drew it being tortured as if it were alive. There's more to it, but I'm feeling incredibly lazy right now, so I'm not telling you.

>>15
If you write this, make sure you kill off all the 'evolved' jissous. No need for such anticanons to spread.

Hi brothers jissoutorturers. I am a long time stalker in the past thread, so let me say I love what you have done. Please continue the awesomeness!

>>17

Technically however, jissou canon shows that they, after gargantuan and insane effort, can evolve to the point they looks sorta like Souseki. Thusly, the fabled Level 6 Jissou. Most either end up as level 4 (Adult Jissou) or Level 5 (Hideously Fat Adult Jissou).

Don't let this thread die, everyone!

>>20

I have a new story floating around in my head... it could be some weeks before my brain gives birth to it though. It'll be based around the pic that I'm about to post in /g/...

Anyone seen WitchDoctor lately? I'd love to see more from him.

Come on, people, let's see some content! It's been too long!

>>23

"Degyaaa!!! stop hurting me pleaase!!", begged the Jissouseki mother. She beat helplessly against the boot pinning her to the ground, her writhings becoming ever more frantic as the pressure on her increased.

"Mama! Mama!" squeaked half a dozen maggots, cowering away from the wicked Mr Man tormenting their sobbing, shrieking mother.

"Shut up, you filthy little turds!" snarled Mr Man viciously. He raised his foot and stamped down hard, crushing the mother into the ground and pulping her internal organs. "Gahhh...." wheezed the mother, and died. Then Mr Man stomped on all the maggots and killed them too. All the Jissouseki were dead.

The End.

Real funny.

I mean it, I'd prefer to see this thread live. Where did all the writers go?

THey are all busy with RL and other things. hopefully, once summer comes rearing it's backside, we'll have time to start posting Civilization J chapters again.

>>25

My contribution contained every element necessary for a Jissouseki story! I am deeply hurt :o(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdqH0ciOqE4

Someone should make a story version of this awesome short. XD

pistol, your story was succinct and pleasing. However, I love the idea of long, drawn our torture.

I just read the archived thread (well, almost all of it), and I'm glad to see there is a new one.
I don't really understand why, I find most fictions boring - guro or not , but I enjoy those Jissouseki stories a lot.

I 'd like to try and write one, but since english is not my mother tongue, I doubt I could write anything good, especially compared to what I have read.



Here is my opinion about "Level 6" Jissouseki :

It looks like they became popular since DickThecat created the character "Seki", and other people started putting them in their stories, for example the human-looking Jissouseki in the exterminator's story. In the stories, they should remain, for the most part, a phantasm. They *may* be a few of them, but at most one Jissou out of one hundred milions would become one, and I'm not really sure wether their "existance" should be considered as canon, even though the rumor about their existance is. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.
"Level 6" Jissouseki would probably be much more intelligent than others simply because they would be much older, but I can't find any reason for them to have any sign of kindness other than the fact they are less stupid. Of course, young stupid human-looking Jissouseki are not out of the question since they can simply be mutated, which is common among Jissouseki.

My thought about "Level 5" Jisouseki could also interest some of the "scientists" among you :
All healthy Jissouseki, with no exception, tend to become fatter as they age, so there is really not much of a reason for them to become slender and beautiful.
The most "reasonnable" way would be, in my opinion, to have them be "reborn", let me explain : I have read ( I think in was in one of jessa's episodes) that if you put a Jissouseki's crystal in a water+proteins mixtures, it would create a new Jissouseki out of it (this would also explain their ability to recover from severe injuries). So there might be cases where the crystal would stop recognizing the fatass as the original Jissouseki and just create a new one inside the (dead ?) one, which would keep its memories (crystal=mind, right ?), with the kind of body Amaterasu Genetics expected.
Of course, the crystal would have to be more "powerful" than normal to be able to do this. Maybe this could be related to its reaction to electricity (or electro-magnetic fields in general) mentionned in post 235 of the previous, archived thread, by Jessanonymous - which is a bit far-fetched IMO.

>>30
Might not necessarily have to be a dead one. Perhaps the reason behind the Jissou getting fatter is that the crystal makes them hungrier so they'll eat more in order to collect more organic material to work with in creating the new form within the old one.
Although that might lead to an "Alien"-style birth where the new one rips its way out of the old one. hehe

Just a thought.

Hello friends, it's been awhile. I know I promised a story a LONG time ago but writers block and an avalanche of school work have kept me from even thinking about Jissou for oh so long. Just wanted to touch base with everyone and maybe try to write a one-shot by the end of the week.

Also, I had been trying to find a word to describe a Jissou's unitary hole for a while now. By accident I stumbled upon the word "Cloaca" which is the posterior opening that serves as the only such opening for the intestinal, reproductive, and urinary tracts of certain animal species (like birds).

>>32

Very good and thanks for that bit of information. It'll prove very useful! :)

>>32

In the old thread, someone dubbed it the "vaganus".

Or you could just call it "disgusting hole", describes the body part in question perfectly well.

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The last post is excellent. It's my favorite.

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Hello people.
I stumbled into the great archive one week ago. Found it great, especially WitchDoctor's stories (The one with the super-lamp will stay as a grand example of Humanity's talent in describing horror).

So I decided to participate.
What follows is kind of a followup of WitchDoctor's origin story, where the head scientist of the Living Doll Project watches helplessly his project going to utter shit.

I introduce a character that could not please everyone as it breaks the canon quite a bit. Sorry about that.

Oh, and I haven't read the stories past the 600 first posts of the archive, so maybe the followup of the origin story has already been made, I don't know.
I'm also sorry I had to delete my post, the format was quite fucked from being written in notepad.

Anyway, let's go :

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"Okay Dad, commencing vengeance in 5,4,3,2,1...desu."

Oops, I thought that out loud. I hate doing that because it makes me utter this annoying tic.
This positively sucks.
Anyway, the moon is bright, reflecting on the surface of the lake, the wind gently whistles in the trees, and the comfy house's garden is charming. It's a lovely night. Too bad something is ruining it.

"Hungry, refu."

"We'll soon be eating tons of candy, maggot-chan, techi !"

"Mr.Man will love us, desu."

An entire family of jissouseki, right in front of the door. They're of the mildly disgusting variety, just the run-of-the-mill type that's dumber than a bag of doorknobs but at least tries to put out a cute appearance.
And right now, they plan on invading a house. How fucking typical. No respect for Mr.Men whatsoever. No wonder Dad was so sad. His story created a whole new level of disappointment, which he could happily experience every time he looked on the TV or in the streets.
Yep, my Dad is the scientist who unwittingly created these disgusting little critters. He tried to correct his mistake ever since, and, well, I'm the best answer he came up with.
I probably won't eradicate the jissou species.
But I sure as hell am going to try.

The mother jissou, a reasonably sized adult, albeit smaller than me, took her youngest maggot in her ridiculous stubby arms, and began to reach for the mail slot in the door.
I walk towards them, whistling. They hear me, and interrupt their endeavor.

"Huh ? What's that techi ?"

"A Mrs.Lady techi ?"

"Too small refu."

"Who are you, desu ?" Asked the matriarch. "You're a very ugly jissou, Mr.Man won't take you as a pet,
unlike us, desu."

I felt my blood heating up by 4 degrees. Her, prettier than me ? The jissouseki nerve is legendary, but to this point ? I crack my knuckles, thankfully present in my fully humanoid arms.

"Shut the fuck up, you unbelievable piece of dogshit, desu. All you and your hellish progeny are getting is a ticket to where you belong, desu."

"Yes, that's right desu ! We're going into the house of the loving Mr.Man desu !"

"Goddamit, you're so dense you can't even understand an awesome line like this, desu !"

"Awesome refu ? Is it tasty refu ?"

Oh, fuck that.
I catch one of the maggots by the tail.

"Not here refu ! Belly better, please rub, re..."

It finished its "fu" inside the skull of its juvenile sister. None of them survived the incident. None of the panties present in the area remained clean. The family just turned blue from fear. A lot of Mr.Men enjoy to maim their kind, they are susceptible to die from even the common pigeon, and even fellow jissouseki are a menace. They did not seem to like the idea of discovering yet another predator.
The mother quickly shifted gears though, and as it often happens to jissou when faced with immediate death...
She threw a tantrum.

"YOU STUPID BITCH DESU ! WHY KILLING MY BABIES ? I WILL KILL YOU DESU !"

I opened my arms and sighed heavily. Why do they always do this ? Even Mr.Men, known for their irrationality, rarely provoke an immediate threat. But jissou ? They do that all the time. Well, at least I'm only two times larger than her, I'm not as obviously dangerous as a Mr.Man.
She charges, head first, yelling furiously. I step aside at the last moment, and kick her stubby legs.
She trips comically, showing her panties now filled to the brim with green shit. Before she can get up, I step on her.

"You suck on so many frigging levels, desu."

I punch her right in the mouth. She now begins wailing, and her children come rushing towards me, faces red from rage. The maggots were following them, more out of curiosity than real anger. Just what I was expecting. I take my miniature weapon Dad's friend has made for me.
Well, "weapon" wouldn't normally be the proper term. It's just a lighter that was shaped like a rifle.
You wouldn't believe how much damage a single flame can do to your average jissouseki.

*Woosh*

"TEGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

In a single sweep, I ignited three sets of fabric. jissou clothes are very thin, and burn easily. That, of course, ended the heroic charge abruptly.

"I prefer jissou when they are crusty, desu."

The mother was struggling under my foot, as she watched her daughters slowly becoming living torches. It was quite the spectacle, really. As their clothes were burning away, you could see their pallid skin bubbling underneath. They react to fire just as if they were plastic. As the flames reached the face of the younger child, her cry of pain, already straight out from a horror film, really began to sound otherworldly. The harelip was melting, and the tongue didn't fare any better. You couldn't even recognize the token "techi", it was just a string of unarticulated cries enhanced by a bubbling sound
coming from the young jissou drowning in her own melting flesh.
The other two had this dumbfounded look. You know, tongue hanging out, eyes wide open, purple-ish blue covering the upper half of their faces...They were watching a nice preview of what was going to happen to them, and they weren't sure of how to react. I swear they could have said "Am I cute techi ?" as a pathetic result of their weak brain going Blue Screen of Death.
The eyes of the melting jissou popped out, making her go "Trrlleeee?" before collapsing, face first onto the gravel. Goddamn, this shitstain died in mere twenty seconds from a lighter flame, and it wasn't even a larva.

"S...such cruelty desssuuuurg..."

The mother went into shock. I guess she wasn't wild after all. All undomesticated jissouseki of this age have seen much, much worse than this simple immolation. She began foaming at the mouth while shivering uncontrollably and emptying what was left of her bowels. I stepped away, and she didn't even try to escape. How the fuck can such a useless creature strive, let alone infest the whole world ?
Oh, right.
The lightning-fast pregnancy.
Her left eye was becoming red. Thank God I can't get pregnant that way. I heaved a sigh, and left her alone for the moment, going past the two other children that were just done being cooked.
The maggots were still here.
Most of them anyway.

"Big sisters are too loud, refu. Onee chan has curled up, refu."

"S...Scary, repyo..."

"Hungry refu."

Three of them died from sheer terror, and already their siblings were planning on eating them. A goldfish has a larger attention span.
And, in this particular case, a larger lifespan as well.
One particularly oblivious maggot looked at me, and rolled on its back.

"Belly soft and squishy, pl..."

I whacked it with the edge of my hand.

"How's that for a belly rub, dumbass, desu ?" Shit, that sounded particularly silly. "Raaah fuck you Dad, why did you have to hardwire that shitty habit into me desu ?"

At least, my exclamation got the attention of the remaining maggots. Green stinking shit was pouring out of the larvae's bare asses. I wanted to waste them really hard, but I had to leave some witnesses.
Instead, I frightened them some more until they had the brilliant idea to actually get the fuck out.
Back to the mother.

A dozen of "refu", "tettere~" and "punipuni" were to be heard near the unconscious piglet. Now to have some massive fun.
The mother was still going at it. I, however, didn't want to make such a mess that it would ruin the beautiful garden of Mr.Man.
So I tore out the temporarily red eye.
In addition of the "OROROROROOOOON" that ensued, something amusing occurred. I heard several little "bangs" inside the womb.
Apparently, you shouldn't mess with the birthing process of a jissouseki.


"De ? DEE ?"

The little belly expanded. The interruption of the maggot-forming process seemed to have kick-started some kind of chain reaction, although I don't have the slightest idea as to which.
This gave me an idea.
I picked a twig nearby, and planted it right in the middle of her vagina, blocking the influx of amniotic shit that was bound to happen.

"What's happening to mama, refu ?"

She was becoming a ticking time-bomb of foul-smelling guacamole, that's what. In fact, she was becoming a ticking time-bomb really fast. That mysterious chain reaction seemed serious. That would stain the flowers without a doubt, so I had to do something quickly.
I find that in most cases, a good kick solves everything.

She burst at the impact of my foot, instantly turning into a slime rocket. She flew through the air in a high-pitched noise, leaving behind a big trail of shit garnished with dozens of gruesomely mutated maggots, surrounded by two trails of red tears. They can still cry without eyes ? Didn't know that.
When she ran out of gas, she stayed in the air, wondering what had happened, and screamed a horribly deformed "DECHAAAAAAA" when she realized that gravity wasn't going to let her go just like that. With a wet "splosh", the nasty package fell into the lake, when she put up the last fight of her life, flailing what little of her was left intact outside the water.
Apparently, she attracted some big fish, since she disappeared suddenly from the surface.
Luckily, the trail of shit and mutants followed neatly the gravel alley, sparing all the flowers.
I am awesome.

That left the newborns, who didn't even move. The only ones who had were too occupied to check if fellow maggots with ten eyes taste good to escape.
I crushed the red eye that I still had in hand, and poured it onto the head of those cannibals.

"Mama's eye : So tasty it'll make you burst from joy, desu !"

"Refu ? REFUREFUREFUREFUREFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuu"

This wail is simply priceless.
Quickly, I threw gently the pregnant maggots into the lot. They were twitching desperately, hoping to shake of the weird feeling that mysteriously engulfed them. Their siblings were watching innocently, having no idea of the impending danger.

"Onee chan makes funny dance, refu !"

The pregnant maggots began to grunt. I smiled. At 2 in the morning, the normally quiet garden went Michael Bay.
One maggot burst. Then two. Then three. The explosions weren't that violent, but for a fragile newborn maggot, it was ground zero. Guernica. That chopper scene from Apocalypse now. One larva got its insides reduced into paste when the eyeball of the first happy young mother (too bad she miscarried) struck its belly. Sadly, no amount of rubbing will ever repair that. One that attempted to comfort its unfortunate sibling got projected into the air when it exploded, and landed on the head of yet another, embedding its face into the gravel. The funniest, though, definitely was that one grub that, upon impact of a severed head, vomited the integrality of its insides like a particularly susceptible tube of toothpaste.

I was half laughing, and half singing Hand of Doom by Manowar. Yeah, I'm not a Mrs.Lady but I can still appreciate art, especially art that awesome and fitting to mindless jissouseki rampages.
My skirt was utterly ruined, but what the hell, it was worth it.

That's when the door behind me opened.
Crap.

"What the hell has happened here ?" Said the Mr.Man in his fifties, still in his pants. "And what the hell are you for that matter ?"
"Me ? A successful experiment, Mr.Man, desu. These low-lives were planning on invading your home, desu. Don't worry, I really made sure your flowers got nothing, you'll just have to replace the gravel desu."
The poor Mr.Man was flabbergasted, probably more because of seeing a beyond weird jissou like me than because of the massacre. Good thing, I didn't plan of staying too long.
I can run pretty fast, and I was already in the bushes before he could answer.

That was the first rampage of many more to come. I hope the various witnesses will be reporting this. It would really suck if my claim to fame was me being cute and everything that jissous were supposed to be, rather than me being fucking metal.
Oh, and my name ?
...I'll have to think of that, actually. For now, I'm just Project Transcended Living Doll.

A jissou that's genetically engineered into a jissou killing machine?

That is several different levels of awesome right there! :)

"...as a pathetic result of their weak brain going Blue Screen of Death"
"...At 2 in the morning, the normally quiet garden went Michael Bay"

My head exploded of pure awesomeness. And you successfully introduced (I think, because I read most of the old thread and don't remember this) some new concepts about Jissou's bodily processes.

Although I missed something in the lines of "I'LL BE BACK (DESU)", rather than just going Lonely Ranger into the bushes

...What. The. Heck.

O_o

Why, thank you, I try to take the ridiculously epic (or maybe epically ridiculous ?) shock value, I'm glad it seems to work.
And yes, maybe it was lacking a badass finishing line from PTLD's part.

Anyway, I went ahead while I'm motivated. Here's the second part, concentrated on pure, sadistic psychological abuse. Let's see how it comes out...

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PTLD - Eugenics of fear

"Is this where weird onee-san lives, techi ?"

"Yes, it is, desu."

I close the door behind the jissouseki nymph. I made her follow me to my hideout without violence or coercion of any kind. A simple promise of candy was all it required. The stupidity that made them so annoying was helpful sometimes.
It was a regular house near the forest, far from the nearest city. The Mr.Men who were living there in the past sadly died from a plane crash one month ago. I used Dad's bank account to buy it after my escape. You wouldn't believe how awkward it is to conclude a real estate deal by phone and trying to hide the desus.
The furniture was for Mr.Men, but I can handle most of it. The feral child began tugging at my skirt.

"Now you give candy, techi ! You made promise, techi !"

I can't believe how fast the little shit dropped the disguise. Normally it gets at least a day for jissous to go from seductively shy to aggressively demanding. Maybe she was used to this little game.

"Sure, come with me in the basement, desu !"

She did so, even trying to run past me to the promised pile of candy. Was she fearing I would take some ? Egoistic bag of puke.

"Where is candy, techi ? You said there would be candy, techi !"

"The thing is, jissou chan, you ARE the candy, desu."

The kitchen knife hacked down her right arm cleanly.

"Te ?"

There goes the left arm. Then the two legs at once.

"TECHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !"
I didn't even let her spout the insipid threats that were sure to follow. I taped her mouth, carefully making sure no crap would stain my shoes, tore out her clothes and hair, and cauterized the gaping wounds with my lighter.
Even through the tape, I could hear her wailing. Fortunately, the basement was quite deep into the earth, and no amount of screaming could be heard from outside.
After that, I dragged her to the place where she would remain until her death.
Maybe you could call it "The baby-shitting chair".
Yeah, that sounds about right.
It was a hollowed plastic chair surrounded by several apparatus. Most of them are means of restraining, but there was also the tube connected to a distributor of jissou shit.
I seated the little monster, restrained her, and put the tube inside her mouth. Now she'll get to live, whether she likes it or not.
Aaand the finishing touch. I take a pin, and prick her skin just above her left eye.
An absolutely terrified look showed the gremlin finally understood just how fully fucked she was.

A muffled "OROROOON" resonated into the basement as the green orb turned red.
I opened the cage under the chair. It was the first element of a quite vast network of cages, which I patiently made over the last week. It could handle about 40 little jissou. And it was going to see a lot more than that over the years.
I took the four limbs, and returned to the living room. I was kinda hungry. Jissouseki are a repulsive species, but for something that shits so much, it sure tastes good when roasted.



As I brush my teeth, I find myself looking at my reflection, and it saddens me a bit.
I'm not the perfect Suiseseki doll Dad wanted. I'm certainly better than jissouseki, of course. I am humanoid, with roughly the proportions of a 16-year old Ms.Lady, but with the size of a 10-year old one, and have a realistic set of brown hair. However, it's obvious I was made from the original flawed model, instead of started from scratch. Even with Dad's new investors, that would have been too much money and effort.
My clothes are green, my ears are pointy, my lip is curved -albeit in a cute way, not unlike a cat- but it's the round, beady mismatched eyes that gives me away the most. They are almost the same as those of my horrid little prototypes. I have eyebrows though, that makes me look significantly less retarded.
The other thing is that my investors convinced dad I shouldn't look like Suiseiseki too much. With the jissou infestation, the character has drawn quite a bit of scorn, which could have made me the next generation of abuse toys. So, while my clothes have the exact same tint, enough to make them look like the token green dress at first glance, their shape is that of the ever popular schoolgirl sailor uniform.
It's more practical to fight anyway, and it can always be replaced.

The biggest differences I have with jissouseki are psychological. I stole my project design files with me when I ran away, so I know exactly what elements of my personality was written by Dad in my genetic code. It's kinda creepy, to say the least. For now, let's just say that if external sources hadn't made me into the bashful tomboy I am, along with an goddess amongst jissou haters, I would be a lovely pet.
Of course, right now I don't think many Mr.Men would want me...

Ah, shit, here I go, sulking again over this. Yes, this is among my designed personality traits.
Enough, let's begin my project.


"Tettere~!"

"Punipuni, please rub refu !"

"Where is mama, rechi ?"

There are many variations in Jissouseki appearance, especially since the beginning of industrial processing, but among the "normal" ones, you can observe two main extremes. At the bottom of the spectrum, you have the ugly ones, with mouths shaped like exactly like A's, not a lot of hair, tiny eyes that look awfully void of any intelligence, body larger than the deformed head, and increasingly pig-like as they grow up. And at the top, the cute ones. Their mouth is more of a triangle, with rounder angles, they have rounder faces, bigger, shinier eyes that aren't too far apart, slightly more hair, and more toddler-like proportions. They are still dumb and egoistic, but at least they weren't an eyesore.
The child I caught was more of this kind of strain. The maggots and thumb-chans were honestly cute.
That wouldn't save them, of course.

They noticed me as soon as I came in. About thirty of them, the mother had been busy. I ignored their pleas for candy and belly rubs as I checked if everything in the cage network was ready to be Hell for the little fuckers.
You see, I know I can't kill them fast enough. So I have to find a way to kill them massively without using any means that would harm Mr.Men. And I know for a fact that jissouseki can inherit acquired traits. Don't ask me how, but children of highly-trained jissou tend to be less retarded than average. And finally, maggots and sometimes thumb-chans can die out of fear.
So I want to experiment if they can inherit fear.
The fear of me.
If this experiment succeeds, I will strive to literally breed jissou worldwide to fear me to the point of cardiac arrest.
It's a shot that's longer than a lightyear, I know, but that's the only plan I have for now.
And if it fails, well, at least I will have had a shitload of fun.

"Hello, little ones, desu."
"Hello, weird onee-san ! Do you have a nice master who can give us lots of candy, rechi ?"

"No, I will give you lots of candy, desu !"

"For real refu ?"

"Give us, refu !"

I opened the way to the other cages.
They ventured curiously, little tongue hanging out. They all saw the big batch of candy, and collectively squealed.

"Wait, before you go, I have to give you a special shower, desu !"

I sprayed them with a solution some of the researchers developed back at my first home. They suddenly backed off a little, afraid it was poison. It wasn't...A conventional one.

"What's this, repyo ?"

"Just something to clean you up. Now you can go to the candy, desu !"

And so they did, as soon as they were sure no unusual feelings appeared due to the unexpected shower. Fortunately, the thumb-chans went ahead, and spared the maggots of getting stepped on in the rush.
They chirped at the sight of the candy bunch. There was almost a hundred in there, just imagine what they were feeling as they munched happily at the spiked balls of sugar. They cried from joy, thanking me in a torrent of "tefu"s.
I waited a minute to announce them the big news.

"Oh, and one more thing. Exactly one candy out of two contains a slow-acting lethal poison, desu."

They extremely funnily turned blue in less that a second. I chuckled uncontrollably as they looked silently at each other, wondering which half of them had drawn the winning ticket in the unbearably painful death lottery.
Useless to say that the amount of shit sprayed at that moment was nothing short of copious.
Conventional torture wouldn't cut it. Just pain won't do. The level of fear I desired required extreme psychological abuse.
It had to be biblical.

"I don't want to die, resun !"

I saw two sets of maggot eyes going grey in a sudden hiccups.

"W...w...why do you do this, weird onee san, you jerk, repyeeen..."

"Because I absolutely hate each and everyone of you putrid pukestains, desu."

They shat some more, and I went, laughing, to the Hi-Fi system resting in the back of the basement.
The unfortunate jissou had about two minutes to live now.
Power metal boomed in the dim gray place, further adding to the already extreme confusion of jissou babies. The young mother was flailing her stumps frantically, shedding tears as she was trying to escape in vain, not even able to move her head.
She heard what was happening to her progeny, and yet she couldn't even lower her gaze enough to see them. The death of her babies would belong to her imagination alone, no doubt magnified by screaming insanity.
The belly of some maggots began to pulsate.

"Re? REFEE ?"

Said maggots begin wriggling on the floor, in a seizure. I fast forward the song to the best moment, the ending, and begin to sing along while playing air guitar.

"Another is born, another shall fall ! This day grubs will DIIIIIE desu !!!!
Come on, everybody with me, desu !" Chanted I as the poison claimed its first victim, transforming it into a living fountain of puke, streaming acrid stench all over the place. When others followed it, the cage began to seem like an incredibly fucked up rave party.
The fear of being poisoned by the torrents of vomit made them run in all directions, yelling their freaking lungs out. All the little jissous were rocketed through all the nine circles of Hell every second, leaving trails of terrified shit all over Lucifer's throne.

"Glory and fame, blood is our name, Souls full of thunder, hearts of steel !
Killers of men, of warriors friend, sworn to avenge our fallen brothers, desu !"

As the thumb-chans fell victim to the poison, A maggot chewed its way through the candy pile. Dumbass.
I walked to the mother, grasping her tear-stained, shivering head in my hands, and sang the main chorus right into her face.

"Sons of the gods today we shall die
Open Valhalla's door
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind
HAIL, GODS OF WAAAAAAAAAAR desu !!!!!"

She went into emergency baby-crapping mode at "gods". I quickly took a bucket, and placed it under the chair. These would be my evening snack.
The last poisoned thumb chan expelled her last bowels out as the stupid maggot began soiling the candy pile from inside.
Out of the thirty babies, less than nine were still alive. If deeply psychologically scarred for life counted as alive, of course.
None of them dared utter a thing. One thumb-chan was quivering in a corner, obviously into shock, sitting on her shit-filled panties, that got higher than her legs.
I waited patiently. After a slaughter, all jissouseki end up doing the same thing.

"Candy dangerous, refu."

"Must find something safe to eat, refu."

"Onee-chan not moving, refu."

The shocked little thumb-chan weakly reacted as one of her sisters began to chew her arm.
We got ourselves another winner.

"Rebya ?"

His brain exploded. I smirked.

"Don't even think about surviving by cannibalism, desu. The thing I sprayed you with before hasn't killed you, but it did turn your flesh and shit into poison, and this one is fast, desu."

They shivered. Now they were beginning to understand just how unlucky they were to be born in my basement. They couldn't survive without taking the risk of condemning themselves to death. Furthermore, I wouldn't even allow them to fear themselves. Only me.

"There is hope for you though, desu. The last jissou standing will be healed, and given a good home, desu. But you see this video camera ? It records you permanently. If one of you hurts another, I tear her apart, desu. Win by luck, intelligence, and endurance. Goodnight. Desu."

I closed the door, and put the lights off, letting them under the unblinking gaze of my video camera in night vision mode, taking their cooing brethren away to the fridge.

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Now I'm hesitating. Should I continue like this, giving away little pieces of information about the monstrous transcended jissouseki, or should I make a chapter dedicated to what was written on the project design files she stole, making everything clear now ?

>>43

Let it out gradually. Something this epic can only be digested in small portions.


JISSOUWAR!/
BORN TO DIE/
IN SHOCK AND GORE!

More Trance-Jissou! I absolutely adore her!


It's so sad how she doesn't think she's perfect enough... I just love shy tomboy-types (often found with gamer girls). Teehee, she'd probably like violent video games, too.

>>45
I love shy tomboys too :)

I bet PTLD plays that version of GTA with the Jissou mod in her spare time ;)

>>43
Trance-jissou is so moe~
I could just eat her up~

>>45

Teehee, she'd probably like violent video games, too.
Why, yes ! In fact, next chapter will be partially based on that.

Continued from
>>39
>>43

I don't like double-posting, but oh well, here goes.
Did I mention English wasn't my native language ?

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PTLD – To Hell and back, if necessary

Let's make one thing perfectly clear.
Creating a jissou killer wasn't the main focus of the Transcended Living Doll Project.
They wanted the ultimate pet.
That implies several things for me, most of which are a royal pain in the ass when it comes to leading a crusade against jissouseki.
Take, for instance, being absolutely unable to harm Mr.Men, both by way of physical weakness, and by way of mental conditioning. They took into account a pretty wide definition of "harm", too. I can't hit Mr.Men with anything other than my fists and never in the fragile parts. So my assaults could potentially be lethally cute, but certainly not painful. I can't remove property from their house without permission. Finally, I can't let their property be destroyed or sullied. I can only derogate to that when it's a matter of life or death either to me or to a Mr.Man, or, in the case of the stealing and destroying, when I give something equivalent in return. And even then, I'm force-fed guilt by my A.D.N.
So, knowing all these conditions, tell me : I'm in an industrial plant breeding average pet-class jissouseki. I want to kill all the broodmothers.
How the fuck am I going to do that ?
Well, I'm just thankful you Mr.Men have invented insurance.

I may have the strength of a 10-years old, but I've been made stealthier and more agile than a cat. Why ? Well, avoiding abuse at all costs was another important focus. So entering the facility, breaking into the main office and finding the insurance documents without being noticed were easy.
I smiled when I saw that the biggest guarantee was terrorism insurance. This kind of contract, which was pretty meh in the past, boomed after the jissouseki outbreak. All companies dealing with my prototypes are potentially subject to PETA activism, or more rarely, really motivated abusers. All in all, such incidents didn't occurred that much, but more than 80% of these companies contract terrorism insurance anyway. That makes it a very lucrative type of contract for insurance companies, who aren't afraid of increasing the fees -and thus guarantees- through the roof.
That meant I could raise hell here : I gave them something equivalent. Indirectly. Hey, that counts !
Of course, I can't do that too much or insurance companies would begin to piss their pants.
Anyway, I checked that all CCTV systems were fully functioning. They needed proof of terrorism, I needed advertisement. Everyone's happy.

It was 10 in the evening, but there were still many Mr.Men working or guarding the place. I had to play it 47 style.
I positioned myself on the catwalks over the main breeding warehouse. Below me was a red-eye extravaganza. All twelve of the big jissou mothers presented on the company's website were comfortably installed in birthing pans, and were attended to by Mrs.Ladies. Real intelligence shined in their eyes. They must be treated really well.
The information on their website was right : They were indeed selecting the jissou larvae carefully.
The few mutated maggots were put into a trash bin, likely to be shipped to food processing. The others passed through a cage which was likely to be a basic intelligence test, impossible to solve by lambda maggots. Normally this would ensure at least 19 casualties out of twenty, but I guess eugenics must be a important company creed, because a quarter of them succeeded.
They worked by waves of babies, in order to decrease inconvenience and pressure for the precious mothers.
So I waited for the next wave, and readied my other custom weapon made for me at the lab. A miniature, dismantlable, scoped, bolt-action flashball rifle. Oh, yeah. Even if a jissou killer wasn't the main focus of my creators, they all unanimously decided that me and my progeny should be able to defend our masters against jealous and/or feral jissouseki. Makes sense.
Anyway. I stopped breathing, aimed carefully as red dye was applied to the last mother's eye...

"DESHA !"

"Boom eyeshot, desu."

The peculiar event of my first massacre took place again in this birthing environment. I shot another foam bullet.

"Hey, what's happening to Poppie and Marge ?" asked the first Mr.Ladies to notice the cries weren't because of labor pain, and that their left eyes were unusually muddy.

"Something hurts in the eyes, Mr.Lady, feel weird, desuuun...", complained the first victim as the third red eye silently burst.

I had to take down as many eyes as possible before being discovered, but my hands started shaking. I knew how to shoot by instinct, but my actual training was shoddy at best.
My fourth shot missed, hitting the jissou in the forehead. This time, the flashball wasn't hidden by the viscous eye remains.
Crap, crap, crap ! The jig was up. I ran away to hiding before they could react.
Sure enough, they sounded the alarm as soon as they saw the torrent of cancer-ridden maggots that flowed into the warm water. The civilized, delicate mothers went into shock at that sight. It didn't take a supercomputer to deduce that their career, resting entirely on shitting out less shitty maggots than average, was kind of fucked. Hell, without a left eye, it would be a pain to make them give birth to anything at all.
The other mothers got on their legs, now unable to give less of a shit about their children's safety. The employees began to herd them to safety. I finished putting my rifle into my backpack with a jissou head on it, an quickly made my way to the floor by jumping on several objects, including a video camera that didn't seem to happy with my weight.
Pussy.
Just on my left as I landed, was a fuel barrel. Oh my god, I'm sure I'm going to regret this, but I really need all the confusion I can get.
I make the barrel fall, throw a regular lighter in it, and run to the group, slaloming between the cages of confused jissou children.
Shortly later, another barrel explodes, kick-starting a serious fire.
A cold feeling engulfs me. I grunt, without even thinking about it : "What have I done, desu ?" I hope from the bottom of my hart that this terrorism insurance is worth its salt. At least the alarm is already on, the arson won't surprise any Mr.Man.

I quickly put on the green hood that was habitually resting behind my shoulders, and took my trusty little knife.
Okay, it wasn't so trusty before, but it sure is now.
Fortunately, the guards have arrived, and, upon seeing the fire, prevent the Mrs.Ladies from doing something stupid like trying to save the jissous.
The 8 broodmothers left have trouble running, thanks to the maggots pouring out of their shithole, and littering the path, just like the little stones in this Hop-o'-My-Thumb story, only a lot more retarded.
Time to go Silent Assassin on their asses.


Near the exit, safe from the fire, the female employees cheer the mothers that clumsily try to escape.

"You're almost there ! Don't give up girls !"

"We won't, desu !"

And they're right, at this pace they will make it to safety. I'll just have to block them...if these shitty childish muscles would accept to pump up a little !
Rraaaaaaaaaaaaargh !
...Success ! The little scaffolding falls right on their paths, crushing the fastest one, apparently the elder. The Mrs.Ladies shrieked in horror the jissous called for help. Were these obese cumstains really that valuable to them ?
Another pang of guilt. Yeah, fuck you too, Dad.

The adult jissouseki figured they just had to find a way through the network of cages. Not all that hard, right ?
Maybe not, but the hunt had begun. If I had the luxury of an mp3 walkman right now, I would most certainly listen to this shit right there : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVsjLPF5JaY .

"Over here, desu !" Said the bigger jissou with a confident voice. Most would have lost their shit in this situation, not them. They were smart, no doubt about that. But enough to escape me ? You best be fucking joking.
Around them, terrified cries of maggots and children resonated all over the place. What a beautiful background sound effect. Most were just fearing for their lives, but a few already had their little microcosms on fire. Clean little beds reduced to ashes. Toys slowly melting into amorphous blobs. Little books for high-class jissou children burned. And, of course, the clothes, prettier than average, turned into wicks for their unfortunate wearers. The number one creed of high-end jissou is to control their bowels. They were obviously mortified about not being able to uphold it.
All the children in the warehouse couldn't expect Hell to be any worse.
In this cacophony of pain, I quickly catch up to the jissou mothers. They gather their efforts to move a cage aside, halfheartedly apologizing to the crying maggots inside.
Another one is scouting up the surroundings. I run behind her, place my hand over her mouth, and slit her throat in less than a second. I then drag her body out of sight of her companions. She's king size, but still a head shorter than me. Plus, jissouseki notoriously lack in density. No sweat.
"The path is clear, desu !"

"Jilla, come with..." She stops when she sees no one behind them. "dee ?"

"What's wrong desu ?"

"Jilla has disappeared, where desu ?"

"We have left behind four of us already, desu. We can't abandon her, desu."

I use my two hands to stop me from laughing. They already showed their lack of qualms about a survival-of-the-fittest policy, why stop now ? Are jissou programmed to become dense at the worst possible moment ? Yeah, go ahead, you rotten snotballs. Why don't you disperse while you're at it ?

"Okay, but we stay together, desu."

Nods of approbation. Damn, this species always manage to show a golden wisdom nugget in their ocean of cerebral shit.
They begin their march. I leave "Jilla", blue from panic, flabby arms risen into the air, and foaming at the mouth, emitting nothing but bubbling sounds while trying to warn her companions, only a meter away. I pick up a small rock and throw it in another direction. Predictably, the group of the seven dwarves go toward it.

From the Mr.Men's side, there was nothing but apprehension. These mothers were the ones to save. Maybe the firefighters would come soon enough to rescue most of the children, but without the big intelligent Jissou, they would lose years of work.
As from the mysterious attacker, nobody claimed to have seen it. And if, amid the cages, they could sometimes catch a glimpse of me, all they could make out was a little humanoid with green clothes and a pointy hood. Strictly nothing out of the ordinary. They would see me clearly only well after I was gone, on the CCTV recordings.

"Jilla ? Where are you, desu ?!"

I watched the group from behind a barrel of nutritive water. Even now they kept self-control. Kind of amazing, actually. It piqued my curiosity.
Thirty seconds later, one of them strayed a little from the group to search behind a scaffolding. I ran away to this place out of view from the others, and took a poisoned candy out of my pocket. I doubted she would be stupid enough to go eat it in such a critical situation. So I did the impossible. I sneaked behind her, and...
I force-fed a jissouseki candy.
Can you claim you did, Mr.Man ? Well ? Can you ?
Tee hee hee.
So anyway, I fled as the mother began screaming in agony as her insides were melting. That alerted the others, who came right away.

"IT HURTS DESUUUN !"

"What...what happened, Natty dee...?"

"Someone made me swallow this...cradd...grarg..."

She exploded. At long last, the 6 surviving elders went blue. I laughed audibly, in the most sinister way I could muster.

"Wh...what should we do, desu ?" Said one in a weak voice that desperately tried to sound calm. Silence ensued, letting the cries of help of their children add to the...spice of the moment.

"MUST ESCAPE, DEEESUUUU !" suddenly yelped one as she ran towards the exit. Her luck had ran out : She passed right in front of me. I caught her as she did so, letting just enough of her be visible by the other not to be seen myself.

"Who are you, desu ?! Let me go, or...DEGY- !"

I caught her chin by inserting my fingers into her mouth. The pointy teeth that appeared when jissouseki are in a shocked state did little to prevent me from ripping. Her goddamn. Lower jaw. Out.

"HEHUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOO !!!"

I pushed her back and disappeared once more into the labyrinth of cages. Spectating maggots had difficulty breathing, and the last five survivors were shaking uncontrollably. Well, no fucking shit. Their comrade was walking towards them, wailing vowels and wobbling like a miniature zombie. Jissouseki tongues really are too long for their own good, but this situation magnified this problem. The tongue that had lost all support was now hanging below the little ribbon on her bib, pathetically flapping upwards every now and then. Her panties were filling up like a green balloon, and little chunks of puke dropped from her exposed esophagus. To think that less than fifteen minutes before, she was a respected matriarch, well fed and living in comfort.
Seven down. Five to go.

They all fled chaotically, desperately screaming for help. Most of the cages were burning now. Many a child jissou was banging her cage's walls, screaming for help, her hair already on fire. This was the moment the firefighters came in. The Mr.Ladies begged them to save the mothers, and they ran into the increasingly hellish labyrinth.
Of course, the adult jissouseki saw that, and began to run towards them. In a flash, I slit the throat of the one in front of them. They yelled even louder, and used their last strength to continue running. They evacuated the fear-shit the had held up for so many seasons. They were the queens of this place, and yet, eight of them had bitten the dust in so little time, and they didn't even got see their attacker clearly.
Misfortune was to be the ninth's killer. A burning cage collapsed, making the white-hot metallic mesh fall right down on her head. She became a living waffle in a matter of seconds.

"S...Scary, dessuuuuunnn !!" Wailed the oldest of the small group. Her pants-shitting terror, however, calmed down when she saw one of the firefighter kneeling down to pick her up.

"Calm down, you're safe now. Jeff, Greg ! Go extinguish the flames ! Paul, pick another of the big jissouseki, the employees said they were very valuable !"

"I'll escape by myself, lead the way, desu !" Said the third surviving matriarch, who indeed seemed able to run by herself.

I had no choice now. I took my knife, wielded it by the tip of the blade, and ran to the level of the Mr.Man who was apparently the leader to of the squad. I let out a terrified scream. Much to my relief, he looked behind him. Maybe it was another surviving breeding jissou, after all ?
That's when I outran him, and jumped between two cages that were just in front of him. He was still looking away. The jissou in his arms was not.
She watched me flying briefly through the air, like an angel in this inferno. Maybe she found me to be a truly enthralling sight, because she didn't even react when I threw my knife in mid-jump, before disappearing once again among the burning jissouseki zoo.

"Bah, it was nothing. Hang in there, you brave jissouseki, you'll soon be..."

His protegee was squirming just moments ago, but now...He looked at her, just to be sure.
It turned out his comforting words were addressed to a jissouseki looking at him with dull grey eyes, a little butterfly knife lodged in her forehead.
He immediately stopped, and let out a big "WHAAAT THE FUUUUCK ?", which did absolutely nothing to calm anyone down.
Not too far to the right, the jissou held by the Mr.Man named Paul panicked at the realization that even His arms weren't safe. Her struggling surprised the firefighter, and she fell on the ground, at which moment she thoughtlessly ran into the hellish maze once again.

"NO ! COME BACK HERE YOU IDI..."

Too late. The jissouseki was looking in disbelief at my hand piercing her chest. These little scumbags are really easy to pierce, even with your bare hands. She let out a final, agonizing wail as I tore her heart out.

The two firefighters were simply stunned. At the exit, the employees figured something was going even more wrong than they feared.
Suddenly, as the shining sign of hope , the last surviving Jissouseki matriarch, Bertha, arrived in the main alley, where everyone could see her. She was running as fast as she could towards the exit.

"Almost there, desha !"

Fuck my Silent Assassin rating. I had to finish it into the open.

What happened next, recorded on a employee's, cell phone, ended up on YouTube. (Also, this was when the climax of the music mentioned earlier began. What ? This is important !)

Bertha was running, curtains of flame behind her, countless cries of condemned jissou children ringing through the air. Time seemed to slow down.
Then, at the top of a cage behind the crying jissouseki running for her life popped out a weird being.
She seemed like a jissouseki at first. But, as she pounced on the big broodmother, the typical green hood came out, revealing beautiful brown hair, without any bald spots. Another explosion shaked the building, letting out a big set of flames in the background.
The attacker was on the jissou in no more than a second, and yet, much more seemed to elapse. Bertha, curious as to why everyone was looking above her, turned her head around...
And got her frail neck snapped by a punch from the mysterious being.
Curioulsy, as everyone was dumbfounded by that sudden event, the attacker seemed to blush, as if fearful of this many people, and ran back into the inferno.

---

And that's it. Less focused on jissou torture, but I wanted to see if just killing them could be interesting given the right context.
Oh, also I can't find a satisfying name or nickname for PTLD, and probably never will. So I'm open to suggestions.

>>49
Wow... REALLY taking a liking to PTLD.
I'd be happy to have her as a pet. We could play violent video games and listen to power metal while tormenting Jissou together :)

As for names, the first one that came to mind for me was "Trance" (as in "Transcended"). Dunno though, should probably have something a bit more bad-ass.

...Okay, so far I've rated this new story a four out of ten, is merely for screwing up established canon to new bounds. Maggot-Chans are generally not that smart. They don't know what poison is, let alone smart enough to check for it. They just chow and don't even hope for the best.

Thirdly, this new 'version' of jissou appears to be...well I don't have many words for it to tell the truth. Every time I reread the story, I cringe. Be it the apparently pointless attempt to force all jissou to fear her or some such?

I personally don't like this piece, and I'll just say that this has got to be the worst bit of fiction since that astronaut mutation story and my attempt to merge Harry Potter with jissou. Quite frankly, I'm lumping this in with the shameful bits. And everyone else seems to be new to the thread, not to mention easily pleased.

>>51

Oh. You should have made your feelings more clear the first time. "What the heck" is pretty ambiguous.

So of course, you are right. I didn't thought that through for the spray thing, and the character of PTLD isn't meant to fit in the canon at all. For me it's just a spin-off that isn't meant to take seriously, and merely and occasion to see jissou suffer. But I did break the canon, and I can't complain when I see long-time fans reacting violently.
So, again, sorry about that, I'm the one in the wrong.

However.
I can't say I care for your attitude of accusing everyone else to be "new" and "easily pleased" just because they like my story. Isn't that childish of you to dismiss different opinions that way ? If you don't like my story, bash me, not the others.
That was my right of reply.

Now let's all chill out, shall we ? We don't need conflicts, jissouseki are the only ones to be flamed here.

>>52
Maybe he's just worried in case PTLD finds Civilisation J ;) *chuckles evilly*
(Just kidding)

Seriously though, I never really thought of there being a canon to this whole thing. Apart from the "Origins" story that provided a way for everything to begin.
From there, Jissou spread to pretty much everywhere, so I've always thought of it as something of a "freeform" effort, where people can pick their own little place in this Jissou-infested world and make up their own story there. Doesn't have to affect everyone else's.

I actually had a similar idea once. (I was the one who suggested before the scenario about someone trying to correct the faulty programming in the crystal and trying to turn the Jissou into something different. Although in my idea the experiment went wrong and created monsters).
Anyway, as a separate story from the rest of the canon, I like it :)

>>51

So, if you think it's rubbish, then drown it out with your own brilliant literary effort! You're just projecting your own feelings of self-loathing and guilt at not having written anything yourself for ages and ages onto InLeaves, who is writing original pieces that people actually want to read! For shame REd, for shame :o(

>>51
Dude, I'm surprised at you.
I've been here on Gurochan since before jissou started even trickling in, so don't even go there. Usually, you strike me as a pretty rational, talented guy. At least, I know your stories are the ones that I've like the most.

However, this Trance jissou DOES fit in with canon, as the writer has said that it is a special case, not the rule. It was created AFTER it became clear that jissou were failure. It's a singularity, that's all.

If you ask me, it fits in a little more than even Seki, as stage 6 is so rare to find. It makes sense that the corporation wouldn't stop with their research.

Now, if more people start making super-smart or super-strong jissou, we will have a problem. Have Trance and Seki is fine.

Also, I'm with >>54. If you don't like it, please submit some more stories. I know I will be looking forward to them!



Also, to get this out of the way, yes, I would like more of the traditional jissou-torture in this thread. It seems like we haven't had enough of that lately, or it doesn't seem as cruel, or something.

I would write it myself, but I have previous engagements, and barely get to read what you guys are already posting.

Oops, misspelling, I meant to say "Having Trance and Seki is fine."

What happened to those stories about the maze full of Jissou deathtraps? The Gauntlet I think it was called.
I liked that one, was hoping for more of them. :)

A maze full of death traps ? That sounds a little like the thing PTLD made in her basement...Which is today's topic.

--


PTLD – And then there were none (1/2)

Goddam, goddamn, goddamn !
Since my stunt at the breeding factory, I was laying low. Of course, there's no such thing as overkill when it comes to jissouseki, but still, much of what I did back there was unnecessary. Also, insurance or not, I felt terrible for at least four days.
That's not why I'm angry right now, though. No, it's because of my experiment. It's the tenth generation now, and nothing even slightly noticeable so far. Unless we're talking about the amount of tears involved, in which case I swim in the good results !
...I need a shower.

--

Ten little jissous tried their best to shine
One burned too bright, and then there were nine

In the dark basement, ten little green creatures were waiting silently for a solution to come all by itself.
After all, there wasn't much to do. They were in almost complete darkness, save from a little red dot somewhere in the air. None of them had any idea of what that was, but they knew one thing : It didn't have candy and wasn't too much into rubbing bellies.
Since the terrible event after their birth, six of them had died from the candy. The other ten got lucky. Normally, they would have eaten like pigs indiscriminately, but even a tiny maggot's brain could vaguely understand the weird jissou's warning. Mainly because they are so language-oriented. Had the warning been written up somewhere, or if they had to figure it out by seeing the others die, it would have passed right through their spongious heads.

However, as dangerous as they were, these candies were particularly thick and rich. They weren't the "colaciones" jissouseki adored so much for some reason, but they were tasty enough. With such food, the jissous would soon be able to transform into their bipedal forms. In fact, they were about to, when a strange "beep" could be heard in the dark.

"Refu ?"

Something fell into the cage, and rolled to where the maggots were gathered.

"Something's here, food refu ?"

"Weird smell, refu."

Their olfactory senses didn't detect any food, but still, they had to take their chances, right ? So they crawled towards the unseen visitor. One of them didn't have the -short- time of hesitation its siblings had, and was already licking the thing. It was tasteless, and felt weird on the tongue.
Suddenly, a loud "pssssht" could be heard. All the maggots stopped, frowning because of the noise.

"Too loud, refu !"

And then, the thing began spouting what looked like the fires of hell for the infants. A fountain of red, bright sparks was flowing through one of the extremities. It lighted the place rather well, and the maggots, in safe distance from the thing, crapped themselves in pure amazement.
As for the curious jissou, well, it had the misfortune to be at the wrong place.

"HOT REPYAAA !"

The others watched him being slowly burned by the fiery particles. Each of them tore away a little more of the maggot's green clothes, and pushed it away against the cage's mesh. Gradually, the it lost its skin, then its organs, to the flare. It was screaming beyond what a maggot normally can. When it finally ended, most of the grub was scattered out of the cage.
The basement went dark and silent again.

--

Nine little jissous were afraid to be late
One was way too slow, and then there were eight

About an hour later.
The other maggots quickly forgot about the incident. While you would say that the lighting of a giant flare right before your eyes would be something to write home about, all that was in the their mind was "sleepy". Outside, the night was falling, and triggered an event in the jissou's internal clocks.
They understood instinctively what was going to happen when two long, white fibers starting going out of their nostrils, and enveloping them like a cocoon. Which it was, actually.
They breathed a sigh of contentment, closing their eyes as their cocoon solidified. Finally, they could experience a peaceful slumber, interrupting for a while the hell they were living.
Save for one.

"What's happening to onee-chan, repyo ?"

The confused larva was gently headbutting its closest sister, having no idea that the same thing happened to all the others as well.
Maybe it hadn't eaten enough. Maybe it was a birth defect. Maybe it was just a night overdue. Either way, this particular maggot hadn't begun its metamorphosis. So it wandered around. Its sisters didn't emit the pheromone that signaled they were shitting their pants in terror any longer, so it regain composure, and began its quest for hidden caches of food in the dark.
Soon enough, an unknown fragrance came from a corner of the cage. This triggered the instincts of the little grub, which immediately crawled towards the source, all senses fired up.

"Hungry, refu !"

There was a very small opening. A kojissou or an adult certainly wouldn't have been able to crawl in there. The maggot didn't think twice about it, and went right trough it. It was a little tunnel, and a really sweet smell was coming from the exit. Our little hero recognized this smell by instinct : There were colaciones right ahead !
It excitedly crawled as fast as it could. It did have an unpleasant feeling, but it flat-out ignored it. Its underdeveloped nerves couldn't inform it of the full extent of what was going on. The maggot only wondered why it didn't seem to be able to keep up the speed, as if something was draining its strength. No matter. Even if it did understand, there was little to do now. A good chunk of its insides was on the floor behind him.
Somewhere along the way, a blade was coming out of the floor. It had cut the maggot's belly right open, and the poor fucker didn't know it.
Another thing it didn't know is that the colaciones at the end weren't only safe to eat : They contained a dose of jissouseki healing solution, this expensive thing you can import from japan...Why, you ask ? Maybe the host is into survivors of the impossible, who knows ?

"Almost there, re...fu..."

The maggot was quickly losing the battle, though. Its organ continued to bleed out of the cut in his belly, and so was its last strength.

"Cold, re..."

It finished the race a dozen of centimeters behind another maggot's desiccated corpse.

--

After my shower, I yawn, and go to the kitchen.
In a cage (unequipped with traps) are chirping seventeen fat maggots. I fed them especially for what's going to come. They enjoyed the last two days immensely. You could hardly say that their lives suddenly qualify as good, though. And I frown upon giving jissouseki any kind of pleasure, even if it's for seeing their face when they realize they've been betrayed. But without their days of happiness, My evening wasn't going to be so enjoyable.
I've always made my own meals, so now I have quite the collection in jissouseki recipes. This one is the "Jissou-tandoori wrap-ups". Simple, but effective.

Time for Cooking with Trance-chan !

First step : Relax the meat.

After feeding your jissou maggots nothing but mango jelly for two days, something they won't complain about, remove their clothes, and immediately put them all in warm water. It's to bathe them, not to drown them, so don't use too much liquid. I insist on the immediately, you don't want to let them stress for now. As soon as they're in the water, they should be extremely happy and forget their clothes. Also, this will make them empty their bowels. You'll typically need to change the water three times before their insides are clean.

Second step : Prepare.

You should take a lot of tandoori and mango chutney. Adjust the quantities of both to suit your tastes in spicy food. Also have sets of flour tortillas. Take one for every five or six maggots you have. Spread the tandoori and the chutney on them.

Third step : Cook the jissous.

You'll be taking the frying pan for this. Be aware that this cooking will require your attention the whole time. Don't heat it too much, you want to brown the jissous while leaving them intact. Take extreme precaution ! These critters are very sensible to heat and will burn very fast. Don't let them : Use your tools often to prevent them to attach to the pan. Also use oil for this purpose. This is when most of you will enjoy the recipe the most, as the maggots will die after 90 seconds on average if you heat the frying pan right. Their cries of agony and despair will fire up your appetite for sure ! For added effect, store the other jissous where they can see the death of their brethren.

Fourth step : Assemble and enjoy.

The multicolor tears that are sure to be shed are guaranteed to make your meal colorful. Great for parties ! Take the maggots, put them in the tortillas, wrap them up like cones, in such a fashion that the maggots head will be visible around the two-thirds of the wrap-ups. Heat for one minute in the microwave, and serve !

--

Eight little jissous tried to fly to the sun
One fell into it, and then there were seven

The next day.

The cocoons broke.
The jissous had doubled in size, now being humanoid, and having about the size of a fist. They woke up one by one, rubbed their own bellies and looked around.
Surprisingly, the basement wasn't pitch black anymore. None of them commented on that, but the relief could be felt in the air.
Then, gasps of joy and surprise came from the eight of them.
There were four energy candies in the middle of their cage.

"Hope that's not poison, techi..."

"So hungry, what do we do, techi ?"

"Where is onee-chan, techi ?"

The last question was lost in the heat of the discussion. The metamorphosis had preserved them from starvation so far, but they had to eat, and fast. And as dangerous as the candies from before were, all the jissous remembered that they were particularly nourishing. Thus, two of them went all or nothing, and munched a little of the delicious treat.
Their was a petrifying silence. Then, three minutes later, one of the brave jissous fell on her back, panting heavily from relief.

"It's good, techuun..."

The eight jissouseki cheered and ran for the safe candies.

"Wait ! There aren't enough, we must share them, techi."

One wanted to protest, but when she saw her siblings staring at her, she changed her mind and nodded quietly. So they split each of the four candies in two, and they cried from this simple joy. There was a commotion, however. The smallest of the kojissous was apparently denied her part, more because of the general confusion than a particular culprit. She protested, but, well, there wasn't anything that could be done now.

"Now that we are big, we must escape techi !"

They all nodded, and looked around them.
Aside from the door leading to the half-poisoned pile of candies, another gate was open. It seemed to lead to some sort of chimney, covered by white cloth. Of course, this looked perfect for their new endeavor. It was almost going to the ceiling. They went there. The mesh was just spaced enough to allow stubby jissou arms to take grips, and the cloth was on the exterior. They could climb to freedom ! They pitched into it right away.
And how easy it was ! The thing was stable, there were no apparent threats, and if the top seemed closed at first, there was a hole in which a jissou child could easily pass through. They all began to chirp, happy that freedom was so close.

"I go ahead, techi !" Declared the fastest as she entered the hole. She was now on some sort of platform, and the very top of the chimney, uncovered, was just above her head.
Suddenly, she heard something clicking as said platform lowered a little. Something fell right above her. Climbing on the platform triggered a mechanism that made the chimney's lid fall into place. Furthermore, this lid had a little cylinder that plugged the hole she came through.

"Te ?"

Through the mesh, she could see a bright halogen lamp light up just above her. It was large, and emitted a very hot light.
The other kojissou stopped climbing right away.

"H...hot, techi ! Turn off, stupid lamp, techi !"

The lamp, of course, proved uncooperative. She tried to push the lid open, but the mesh was already heated by the lamp. She screamed.

"Help me, techaaaa !" Cried the prisoner as she laid down to escape the fiery light. The streams of red and green tears were evaporating as soon as they were out of the eyes.

"N...no, we can't ! We save ourselves, techi !" Answered one, who began to climb down, quickly followed by the others. Jissouseki, after all, are never to be outdone in the selflessness department. On their way back, they heard their unfortunate sister desperately bang on the plug with increasingly weak punches. Her wails didn't falter, though. As she began to suffer from an acute hyperthermia case, her accusations made less and less sense.

"Get out, you stupid plug, techa ! And you too, stupid metal thing, stupid, stupid, techi ! Shut up Mr.sun, you don't have candy, they're too hot, techa !"

Their sisters safely went back on the floor, where they observed in awe the fate of their sister. She had gone silent now. Was she dead ? Will the lamp continue to shine ? All those questions were answered by a "flop". The seven sisters went "Te ?" and looked at their feet, where a piece of skin was now lying.
The halogen lamp was so hot, it was peeling away its victim's skin. Up there, the victim was still alive, but resembled one of those models from biology class...minus the eyes. They were next to go redecorate the floor pop-art style.

"Ma..ma...help...tegyaaa..." said she before falling face down, imprinting the hot mesh onto her whole body in a grizzling sound. Below, one kojissou received a chunk of melting skin on her hood. She felt the heat, and let out a surprised yelp, but the green cloth protected her.
They promptly decided to get the hell out.


--

Seven little jissous fought with stones and sticks
One met divine wrath, and then there were six

After that traumatizing episode, the jissouseki went back at what they do best : Searching food, consequences and family be damned. However, no new gates were opened, and soon, under the pressure, a recent grudge rose to the surface.

"See what you've done, techi ?! There's no more food, and you took my part before, techi !" Barked the jissou who got unlucky in the candy sharing before. The others looked at her, silently, but in an obviously "so what ?" state of mind.

"I'll starve, you idiot sisters, techi !"

"You were too slow, techi", answered one laconically before returning to its habitual activities of doing nothing worthwhile whatsoever.

"What ? Cruel sisters, I'll beat you, techi !" yelled the victim before rushing to the other one, "fists" shaking.
Unfortunately for her...

"The metal crusade will conquer all
Our bonds will be stronger, see the infidels fall
Surrender your soul to the gods of steel, desu !
In the blood of the fallen, the ene...What the fuck, desu ?"

The figurative marks of anger you can often see in the mangas were literally showing on PTLD's face. Her smile had become a grin as the angry little jissou continued to fight, oblivious of the tormentor's sudden arrival.
Several seconds later, she was up in the air, caught by the air by a giant, evil wand thoroughly weird jissouseki.

"CHUWA !" yelped the kojissou as she saw the almost human-like, and very angry, face.

"Why can't there be at least a generation who remembers my warning all the way ? You are so retarded, it spoils my fun, desu. More importantly, you could have made the experiment fail, desu." Ranted PTLD as her little prisoner shat all over herself and weakly apologized, a tone of anger in her voice nonetheless.

"It is not fair, techi ! They are the ones who stole my candy, I'm starving, te..."

"You think I give a flying fuck, you cancerous maggot, desu ?" Yelled the tormentor as she took a badminton racket resting on the wall. "You just jeopardized this generation, desu. You're a rotten enema out of a down syndrome affected rat, desu !".

She threw the kojissou in the air...

"WELCOME TO DIE, DESU !"

...before smashing it with the racket. The frail body didn't resist even one fraction of second, and the jissou child became french fries, which fell on the floor in a wet sound.

"And tell Lucifer to give you extra treatment, desu."

She left, letting the six survivors shivering, but also somehow happy that she came right before they could counter-attack.

--

Expect part 2 in a little more than a week, for next week's is exam time.

Oh and also, to make it clear.

I have absolutely no intention of fucking other author's shit up. I love their work, and even if I didn't, it's just something you don't do. That means I won't go ahead and make PTLD find Civilisation J or Jessa/Seki.

I also no intention of making a Trance jissous invasion. PTLD is sterile and will remain that way.

>>57
Found it again :)
Post #1320 on the old thread here: http://orz.gurochan.net/lit/archive/1227136933

Good job, InLeaves. For English being a second language, you're really doing great!

This post has been deleted.

I'm now thinking of writing a story about a boy detective, who solves crimes with the help of his street smart, wisecracking little Jissouseki sidekick. It just feels... like the right thing to do.

>>59
Okay, you know what, I'm not going to bullshit you here. I don't like these latest stories at all. Granted, this is only my opinion, and I appear to be against the popular opinion of the rest of the board, so I'll explain my reasons why I dislike these stories.

1. Character Development
Your stories have no character development, instead choosing to put everything out front and in the open before the story begins. For example, you state that the character is a shy tomboy, and yet her actions do not show this. At least in my writing classes, the teacher stressed "Show, don't tell." That is, don't tell me about a character trait, try to put the reader in the setting, let them experience the character for themselves, and then draw their own conclusions from it.

Also, I noticed something, and I want a response back defending your character so I know I'm not screaming wildly into the void of the internet. Your character is probably the most recent instance of a Jissouseki Mary Sue! I only realized recently that those are even possible! Basically, a Mary Sue is, to quote Wikipedia: "A Mary Sue (sometimes just Sue), in literary criticism and particularly in fanfiction, is a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as a wish-fulfillment fantasy for the author or reader. Perhaps the single underlying feature of all characters described as 'Mary Sues' is that they are too ostentatious for the audience's taste, or that the author seems to favor the character too highly. The author may seem to push how exceptional and wonderful the 'Mary Sue' character is on his or her audience, sometimes leading the audience to dislike or even resent the character fairly quickly; such a character could be described as an 'author's pet'." That is what you've described this character so far: A shy, tomboyish not-quite-a-Jissouseki with near-human intelligence who is perfect in every way other than saying "desu" every now and then, and is capable of using weapons, bypassing security systems, and doing other things that nothing with the intelligence of a Jissou should be able to do. Also, putting the sailor fuku-like clothing on the character is the cherry on the Mary Sue sundae.

2. Unable to Sympathize with Protagonist
By the time I read the third story, I didn't want to even read the forth. Why? The protagonist's actions are absolutely heinous! Granted, this could be because she is a Jissou++ *eyeroll*, but still her actions are not justified by any sort of logic. For one, she enters a facility that produces Class A Jissou. Keep in mind that previous fics have established that this classification of Jissouseki shows they possess at least a rudimentary consciousness and are possibly self-aware. In fact, from what I've read, they have about the same level of intelligence of a 3 to 5 year old with a mild case of autism. And what does your character do? She starts killing them and their babies en masse. What the hell hero? Also, from a jpg image from the Japanese community, we see that Class A Jissou can cost about $2500 a head. So to killing them adds up. For example, even killing 300 of them can be about a $750,000 loss. That's a lot in property damage, and that's not counting the damage done by the fire. Which brings me to my last point for this section.

As if breaking into a facility that raised the finest examples of what Jissouseki have to offer and killing them and the subsequent generations as the employees attempt damage control wasn't bad enough, your character crosses the line by starting a fire that quickly engulfs the building. Nevermind the thousands, if not millions of dollars in property damage, as they would be paid for by an unusually generous insurance company that would go bankrupt within 10 minutes of opening in the real world. The fact that starting the fire endangered the lives of the employees working at the facility makes the act reprehensible. What makes it worse is that it's a fire caused by an exploding barrel, which aside from being unrealistic, would mean anybody standing next to it would be filled full of shrapnel and their innards liquefied by the blast wave, meaning that even the method of ignition could have fatally injured some hapless dope who is just doing their job. And instead of running for her life, your character goes out of her way to kill the remaining Jissou broodmothers as they flee the building with their caretakers. And what is her motivation for wanting to kill all these innocent creatures with the intelligence of an autistic 5-year-old and their babies? For kicks. WHAT THE FUCK, HERO? WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?

3. Overall Lack of Creativity<
With the God-Emperor of Mankind as my witness, your work could not keep my interest long enough for me to read the first paragraph of each chapter. Aside from your Mary Sue character and bland backstory, you present tortures that were original back when they were first posted in 2008-2009, but have been done to death by now. In fact, the exploding maggot trick was discredited almost a year ago!

4. Impossibility of Backstory

(This is me bitching about the ways the story violates the loosely established canon, so you can skip over this part if you don't want to read this section.)

Even with Jissouseki, which does not have a canon back story or plotline per se, your story still was based off my origins story. This presents a problem, as your character's back story is simply incompatible with my origins story. The scientist from my origins story (which you say you wrote a continuation for) could not continue to work on the project. For one, it was a company effort, meaning as many as 100-500 people could be working on it. He could not possibly have all the notes for every single aspect of the project. Even if he did have access to them at some point, it would not matter as most of the notes were either seized in the government investigation of the project or shredded by the company to hide the evidence from said investigation. Everybody else was reassigned to other projects, and after the project's failure, would probably exclude their involvement from their resume. After all, would YOU want to be credited with creating the world's newest super-pest? Even if he did manage to evade the investigation of the government and get all the notes for the project, he would not be able to receive funding for it. Think of it this way: if a man failed at what could have been a profitable venture by accidentally creating a rapidly reproducing monster and then failed at containing and destroying said monster, would a corporation want to give him the funding to fuck up again? The answer is a resounding no. In fact, he had to make it look like he resigned right before the project went to shit so that he wouldn't be doomed to a job that involves wearing a paper hat for the rest of his life. Even so, it was an attempt to cover his paper trail, and after the release of the document, it was quite clear that it happened on his shift. So basically, he created a monster and it got loose, contaminating most of the world's fresh water supply and wiping out multiple species in the process, as well as being a potential vector for disease. So would a corporation or government risk millions or even billions of dollars by throwing funds to conduct experiments on a failed product line with the team being led by the guy who couldn't get it right the first time? No sane financier would want to do that!

Welcome back, WitchDoctor! Perhaps now you can help bring some win back to this thread with some of your works!

>>64
I hate to chime in from the peanut gallery but I'm gonna chime in and say I agree with #1 wholeheartedly it just seems like there’s way too much effort being put into making the main character seem "cool" such as the music references and the walls of descriptive text, granted I have no problems with the characters base concept (an intelligent jissu with an inbred hated of others of it's species) it seems like you ignore most of the unique ideas that could come with it and instead simply made her into a miniature human torturer. I also agree with 2-4 granted I didn't find them nearly as prevalent as #1 and I was willing to overlook them to some extent due to them being rather difficult hurdles due to the basic nature of jissou stories I still feel the narrative could benefit from improvement in the areas mentioned.

Almost all these stories have no character development, just like Lucky Star.

My first jissou story, based on a {now removed} video I saw on YouTube that really inspired me. Sorry if it's not too good, like I said, it's my first one, plus I've had horrible writer's block for a month or two.

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Jissouseki Pedestrian Crossing

Tokyo, Japan
Shibuya District
12:00 Midnight

The night air gave Sayuri a chill as she stepped out of the convenience store. The young woman had forgotten momentarily how cold it can get on a summer night while she was in the warm shop. With her bag of food in hand, she began walking back to her apartment building. She came to the crosswalk, and while waiting for the light to change, she heard something at her feet--no, two somethings...

"Mrs. Lady have food, techi!"

"Give food, desu?"

Sayuri looked down, and to her disgust, there were two jissouseki. Unusually clean ones, considering they were undomesticated, though there were of course dirty patches on their dresses, and their panties, as typical for jissou, were anything but clean. The pair at Sayuri's feet turned out to be an adult and her child. The child was tugging at the bag Sayuri was holding, grunting with effort. The little fucker's trying to tear it open, she realized. "Please take us home, desu!", the mama jissou said, doing the typical "cute" pose jissou are so famous for that makes most humans want to hurt them, "We don't eat very much and won't make a mess, desu!"

Shaking the child off of her bag, Sayuri's face took on a look of fear. She wasn't stupid, she had heard PLENTY of horror stories about these shit-goblins, and she was not about to let them into her home. Running a shaking hand through her long raven hair and thinking fast, she decided to distract them and run a different route home. Looking in her bag, she found some candy she had bought, which happened to be the same candy that jissou instinctively love for whatever yet-to-be-conclusively-discovered reason. She quickly opened the package and took out a nice big blue one.

"You want food? Go get it!", she yelled, throwing the candy into the middle of the road. Within a second of it being thrown, the hungry jissou were both waddling after it. Sayuri took this opportunity to flee. Pity, she thought as she ran, she had kinda wanted to see what happens next. But getting home was more important, she didn't want them or any other jissou following her.

What Sayuri missed began with an ever-so-charming display of cruel and thoughtless behaviour from the mother. A jissouseki being a selfish bitch, what a shock. She glared viciously at her child as they ran for the candy.

"My candy, desu!!", she screamed, turning and punching her own child right in the face. The little jissou went flying back onto the sidewalk, holding her face in pain as her mother kept running.

"TECHA!! Why mama hurt me, techa?!", she cried, getting back onto her feet, watching her bad mama bend over to pick up the candy.

"Mine, desu! All mine! First food all day, desu!", she shouted gleefully, not noticing a car coming right for her...

SPLAT!

The greedy mama jissou got her head flattened in an instant, too quick to even utter a death cry, thick green shit filling her panties and spilling onto the road in the blink of an eye. "Chuwa!", the shocked child whimpered, running over to her dead mother, hitting her leg to wake her. The child didn't seem to understand that her mother wasn't going to wake up.

"Mama! Get up, techi! We need go back to park, techi! Dangerous out--"

She got cut off as another car drove right over her mother's corpse, crushing the torso with a sickening crunch and making even more shit fly out, burying the little one. Coughing and sputtering, the child climbed out of the shitpile. On the verge of tears, she suddenly heard a little muffled noise.

"Refu."

She gasped, knowing this was the sound of a maggot. "Maggot-chan?", she called out, digging through the poop, "Where are you, Maggot-chan?"

She soon found the maggot, covered in birth slime. It must have been born from a last-second preservation pregnancy. The child began cleaning the maggot with her tongue, dropping it carefully onto the ground once it let out a cheerful bark. She found another maggot, cleaned it, and set it down, repeating this many times. Before long, the orphaned child now had a new family, roughly a dozen maggots and five or six thumbs.

"My new family, techi!", she squealed gleefully, her sisters assembled in a neat group, looking up at the child as she greeted them from atop the mountain of shit, "There bright side to everything, just like Mama told me, techi! We go back to park together and live happily! And then find humans to go home with, techi!"

A flood of happy "refu" and "rechi" reached her ears as her new sisters cheered. They weren't all that certain what they were happy about. They just knew somehow that they had a good reason to smile and laugh with their--

SPLAT!

A third car, and all the new babies were mangled and flattened against the pavement, their shit and multicolour blood painting the road, organs and eyeballs everywhere.

The child stared at the mess in total silence for a minute or so, her face frozen in a dumb smile, but a cold sweat running down her forehead. She didn't know how to react or what to say, her tiny brain flooded with the realization that her sisters had just died right in front of her, and not even a minute after their birth and the promise of a decent home, the realization that everyone she loved was now dead, the realization that she was alone and vulnerable, and the realization that she might be the next one to die on that road.

She fell to her knees and began to sob into her stubby hands as the rain came down. All she could do now was wait...

My friends, you seem to be under a fundamental misconception.

PTLD and most of the story itself aren't realistic or even slightly credible ?
Yes. Of course.
I know that.
Better yet : I assume that.

You don't criticize a movie by David Lynch just because it doesn't use a conventional structure, or a Tarantino movie because it's rude and violent, yes ? Because, while it is undeniably true, it's kind of the point. Thus, disliking that can only be a matter of opinion. It's not a error in facts, it's not a breach of law. It's a choice. You can of course dislike it, but certainly not say it is wrong in such a matter-of-factly manner.

Besides, I did say it was epically ridiculous. That isn't just a hollow statement of false humility : It's what the PTLD series are. A ridiculous series of literary experiments not meant to be taken seriously in any way.
There are tons of things like that. And last time I checked, no artistic dogma is against that. I could present TTGL, Deadpool, Black Sheep, but I'll present Devil May Cry.
PTLD is, for me, kind of the Dante of the jissou world. Way overdone, shallow, unlikeable as a character, unrealistic, but purveyor of mindless fun.
Plus it's more of a pretext than anything. It's only a way to introduce new trends in jissou killing.
Anyway, stop focusing about Trance so much, you are taking her and her background way, WAY more seriously than I do.

And if you can't, well, let's stop arguing about it anyway because it's the very definition of a matter of taste. Know this, though : I look forward too see what you will do in reaction. I know I will enjoy it.
Competition is, after all, the backbone of humanity's achievements.

Everyone keep up the good work.

PS : I do, however, take note of the lack of originality in killings.

Don't you dare bring Deadpool into this >:(

>>69
Well of course none of the stories are realistic. If we were going by what was realistic, none of these stories would even exist, as Jissouseki are not physically possible. I was complaining is generally considered shoddy writing practices and examples of these I found in your work.

No, bringing up Quentin Tarantino and David Lynch does not shield you from criticism. I'm not saying that you can't write in your own style (if everybody wrote in the same style, it would be absolutely boring), what I am saying is that your overall writing and story-telling ability has room to improve. For example, while some writers can pull off a Mary Sue type character well enough to make the character interesting, but not many writers can get away with it, and the ones that do most certainly can't pull it off in their earliest work.

PTLD (I still don't understand what the acronym represents) is epically ridiculous? It would be nice if you showed this rather than just said it. That is the heart of my criticism, in fact, it was in my first point of my critique. I am not questioning your person, I am merely telling you what I dislike about your narrative.

Oh wow. You're presenting other peoples works in defense of yours? Wasn't the whole part of being a good writer producing work that even if it is panned, it can stand on its own merits? Okay, I'm going to lose the "nice author" persona and rip your argument to shreds. For one:

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagaan: So ridiculously over-the top that it was amusing. Not even the narrative itself took anything seriously.

Deadpool: Not really familiar with this one (I don't read many comics), but from what I've seen its a series that makes fun of itself and has broken the fourth wall so many times that there's not really much of a wall left.

Black Sheep: An horror-film (unless you're referring to 1842 novel or 1966 romance novel) that is intentionally campy. I have a better example of this if that's what your going for: The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra.

Devil May Cry: Not really familiar with it, but my research shows that it's your standard hack-and-slash game with a decent story and exciting gameplay. Dante struck me as a cliche badass, but by no means was he the only one who could pull it off (see Devil May Cry 4).

Your story: I found the first two chapters to be the cure for insomnia and the third chapter made me so mad at the main character that I didn't bother to read the fourth.

It would appear as though I have failed to make it clear to you that it's not about new ways to kill Jissou, but rather it's about new, humorous/horrific ways of exterminating them. If you can't make it funny, horrifying, or allow us to relate to the character(s) in someway, what's the point? It would mindless violence, which you could pull off more satisfactorily in just about every other thread on /lit/. That's what makes this thread different, in my opinion.

I would stop focusing on Trance's background so much, but there's one problem: you're writing this as the continuation of my origins story. If you're wanting me to shut up about my opinions/thoughts on a story based upon a story I wrote, I'm afraid that is something I will not do. If you have a problem with that, then write your own origin story.

The thing is that I'm not attempting to argue with you, I am trying to give you critique. Take from it what you will, but I am not trying to start a fight. I merely see what can be improved upon and point it out. If I could, I would even tell you how you could make it better, but I can't because everybody has their own style and writing is not an exact science.

I really hate disappointing people, but I have to say this: THIS is my reaction. I don't try to write stories that eliminate other author's work. That sort of thing is beneath me. I'd rather help another author than discredit them.

Competition? How am I competing with you? This is the second post I've made in two months and I've made a grand total of 3 posts in this thread, with this one possibly being the longest. Even then, what are we competing for? A reputation within a small community? I thought that we're here because we like to write on stuff that is really not mainstream stuff.

Let's criticize the only person posting original content: This is an open forum, but not if I think you suck.

Holy shit, who called up the Jissou Nazis? Simmer down now. This isn't Shakespeare, it's fiction based on a shitty piece of anime merchandise. Some stories are better than others IMO, but I don't care if one (or many) conflict with established 'canon'. I'm a stickler for details on many things and I can relate to wanting something 'a certain way', but this critiquing is really sucking the sinister joy I used to get out of this thread.

inLeaves, keep up the good work. WitchDoctor, use the time bashing a total stranger to instead write some new material like those great stories you've had in the past.

There is not grading here, just open writing.

>>72

Ummm, if you haven't noticed, WD is actually posting relevant criticism. Bitingly harsh criticism, yes, but constructive nonetheless. Even open writing requires a steady hand and standard, otherwise all we'll get is trash. Haven't you noticed that /lit/s been getting a lot of trashy writing lately? All those empty threads have been getting deleted fast and hard.

Guys, Guys, JUST FUCKING WRITE.
Okay, you've said your peace. Now get to doing as Witch Doctor says: Showing and not telling!

Recommence Jissou torture!

I disappear for a while, come back see new jissou stories, cute, but taken lightly, yeah its somewhat of a 'god' character, the burning down the factory was a bit much, BUT, it is NEW material, and TBH I really can't remember the last time a CivJ story was written, (I like the Seki stories) but it is nice to see someone is trying to write stuff and practice at becoming a better writer, I want to write some stuff too, but not so sure I want to now.
For all we know there could be some flaws and quirks that have yet to be added to Trance.

Its interesting watching an evolving writer, wonder how well he will evolve , stage 2 writer heh, or will he crash and burn?

Keep writing!
The fact the comment means they read it, and they are very devout to the cannon so they defend their 'world', if they didn't care, it would have just been "you suck, gtfo' so imho perhaps listen to some suggestions and try new ideas

Then again I don't contribute due to my firm belief I suck at writing :p

>>75

Nah, lets just bitch and bitch about whether contributions are 'canon' or not. Fuck's sake.

And so it came to be that I was on my way to the States, riding coach in an airplane full of screaming children and beached whales wearing polo shirts. I myself am a quite prominent surgeon from Heidelberg, Germany, born on a military base to American parents. Now, with my parents happily settled in a condo in Berlin, I am free to pursue my career overseas. Several hours go by and I’m in the airport at Seattle, trying to obtain a cup of coffee before heading to my new apartment. The barista behind the cash register is friendly to a fault, keeping me at the counter for what seems like an indecent amount of time. It seems that I would be in for a larger amount of culture shock than I realized.

Coffee now equipped and the bad taste of airplane food rinsed out of my mouth, I roll my suitcase through the sliding doors and catch the shuttle with two seconds to spare. It takes me and an elderly couple to a stop not too far from my new home, so I decide to get off and walk the rest of the way in order to get acquainted with my new neighborhood. I’ve only got two blocks to go when some kind of rodent leaps out of the bushes to my left and stares up at me with a curious pair of red and green eyes. I quickly blink and look around to make sure that this isn’t a hallucination, and come to the conclusion that the creature is real. It is dressed in a green gown and has ears similar to a cat’s. Its hair grows in three snarled clumps, one tuft at the front and two long tails in back. The mouth hangs open with the tongue lolling crazily over yellow teeth. I can’t help but feel repulsed.

“Mr. Man, take me and my babies home desu!”

I leap back in alarm. It speaks! Do other people know about these? A few more creatures, some smaller versions of the first one and the rest little worm-like things that roll around on the sidewalk, come out into the open and gather around the first one. I bend down to the original creature, examining its face.

“May I help you?” I ask slowly, unsure of its intelligence.

“We don’t eat much, desu.”

“We will be good pets, techi!”

“Punipuni.”

By now, a crowd of these things have gathered at my ankles, pulling poses and shouting at me. I’m fascinated by them. A man is jogging by me and I wave my arm to get his attention. He pulls out one of his headphones. “Yeah?”

“Sir, I just moved here and was wondering what these animals are.” I motion to the pack of beings tugging at my pants and yelling.

“Oh.” He frowns at them. “Those are jissouseki. Horrid little beasts infested our town along with the Japanese culture invasion.” The jissou take notice of him and redouble their efforts, now also trying to get the jogger to look down at them.

“What are they for?” I ask.

“For torturin’.” He replies nonchalantly, delivering a painful kick to one of the bigger creatures. It flies back, leaving a trail of green sludge. The others still plead and beg for us to take them home, ignoring their battered comrade. With a final warning about the jissou, the jogger replaces his headphone and runs off, leaving me with them.

These humanoids, despite their obvious deformity, seem to be advanced in communication and physical dexterity to an amazing extent. I pull a plastic shopping bag out of my backpack and remove the T shirt I got for my sister, putting that in my suitcase. The monsters look up at me curiously, wondering what I’m about to do.

I reach down and pick up one of the grubs, squeezing it lightly between my thumb and index finger. It releases some of the green slime and says, “Too rough refu.”

“Listen.” I announce, silencing the horde. “I will take some of you home to be my pets.” A cheer rises from the group. This is too easy. I reach among them and select two plump adults, four children, five babies and about seven grubs, tossing them lightly into the bag. I believe a dissection is in order. For science.

My plastic bag is full of jissou and the rest of the crowd whines annoyingly, trying to tear at the plastic. I walk away briskly; excited to see what makes these things tick.

My apartment has been furnished ahead of time. Being a pretty lazy man in anything other than my work, I’m always looking for ways to get out of doing things. I had asked for one room in particular, originally a second bedroom, to be outfitted as a studio of sorts, as I was occasionally a painter. But for now, the room would serve a different purpose. I set the bag of jissou on the ground and watched them tumble out.

“Give food, rechi.”

“Hungry, desu.”

Oh, they were hungry? This could be an opportunity to observe the effects of different food on their systems. I open my suitcase on a table and pull out a bag of chocolate candies with liquor inside, a last-minute buy at the airport. The jissou drool in anticipation as I open the bag and scatter the candies on the floor.

Immediately, the beasts start shoveling the candy into their gaping mouths, their tinted saliva running down their fat chins as they push away anyone who would diminish their precious supply. The candy doesn’t contain much alcohol, but the smaller jissou are getting a bit tipsy after only having eaten a couple pieces.

“Feel weird, refu.” One of the maggots says, wriggling on its belly.

Soon enough, all of the jissou are laid out on the floor, hiccoughing. One of the tiny ones has died, having choked on their own vomit, but I’m surprisingly unfazed. I guess that’s what comes from having worked in a hospital so long.

I have a couple dissection trays in my possession, along with the required pins and tools for examining my subjects. Having seen how messy these things are, I also snap on a pair of latex gloves. My usual victims are rats, their bodies being so similar to humans, but I am intensely interested in the jissou, and I pick up one of the adults by its waist. It doesn’t struggle, having gorged itself silly on the chocolates. I lay it in one of the metal trays and ponder what the best course of action would be in dissecting it. With great care, I take hold of the jissou’s hood and pull off its dress in one swift motion. This angers it.

“Mr. Man, what you doing, desu?” It demands, its piggy face scrunched up in confused fury. “Give me my dress, desu! Give now!”

I’m suddenly infuriated by this animal’s entitled behavior. I consider myself a level-headed man under more circumstances, but this thing pulls on my every nerve like that screaming baby in the airplane. I take a pin out of my toolbox and stab it through the beast’s hand. Its reaction is immensely satisfying.

“DECHAA! Why you do that Mr. Man, desu?!” Red and green tears stream down its face, but I’m not moved. I take another pin and nail down its other paw, twisting it for maximum effect. These needles I had ordered specially, made with little barbs on the sides to hook my subjects securely in place. The jissou screeches in pain, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I’ll have to make it shut up if I’m going to continue. I search through my coat pocket to find my sewing kit (a ripped jacket is a sad jacket) and find a needle and thread. The jissou can only watch in horror as I sew its mouth shut.

By now, the other jissou have sobered up, faced with what may be their eventual fate. They huddle together, whimpering while their panties fill with green sludge. I pull out a scalpel and run it down the body of the unlucky jissou, listening to its muffled cries of protest. “MMMMPH!!! MMMMMMMHHHHFFF!!!”

Carefully, I separate the skin on the sides of the cut, pinning it back to reveal the creature’s anatomy. There is a tangled mass of intestines, a rudimentary heart and lungs, and other organs that I have seen in my human patients. Interestingly enough, I also find what appears to be a little emerald inside the chest cavity. I take this out and inspect it, the mismatched eyes of my audience locked on me. I set the crystal aside and continue my analysis. The subject doesn’t appear to be dead yet, as it squirms in agony while I cut open its stomach. I recognize the chocolate candies, half-digested, amongst a copious amount of ooze.

“Leave my mama alone, shit human! Techi!!”

I swivel around to identify the source of the complaint. The small crowd backs away from a single child, her small fists clenched in defiance. She runs up to me and starts hitting my knees, the impact of her blows almost comically light. I pick her up by one of her ears, and her insolent shouts turn into high-pitched pleas for mercy. I’m not in much of a mood for that, though. I take the needle and thread I’d used on the first jissou and poke it through her midsection, using my recently obtained knowledge to avoid any major organs. She gasps in shock as I thread the needle through and then back into her fragile body, pulling it out the other side. Soon, I have her hanging on a string. She shrieks and kicks, her bowels releasing. I have no desire for such a disgusting creature to be in my apartment, and bring her over to the window, tying her lifeline to the balcony railing and letting her dangle over the side. I watch in amusement as her face goes blue and her panties slip off her stubby legs, filled to capacity. Some poor soul walking down the street will be surprised today.

“HELP ME! TECHUWA!!!” She cries, and I close the window, eager to return to my dissection. By now, the others are horrified. The jissou in the tray is fading fast, as the blood loss taking its toll. I finish her off with a quick stab to the brain.

After she dies, I spend another hour categorizing and sketching all the facets of her anatomy. Soon, the sun has set and I’m exhausted from travelling and the day’s adventures. I herd my remaining jissou into a plastic storage bin and set it on top of the fridge to discourage escaping. With all that being done, I toss the remains of my subject into the garbage disposal and chuckle silently to myself as the jissou in the bin watch in terror, squeaking fearfully. Tonight, I will dream up all kinds of fun for them.

I'm going to refrain from commenting too much on the on the ridiculous infighting going on in this thread, but I will say this: There is no Jissouseki canon. It is a collection of loosely related stories that share similarities. There is room for more than one origin, and more than one 'universe'. Also, our little fandom is small enough that we need to support each other however we can, not bicker, and argue, and snipe, and tear each other down. Criticism needs to be constructive. Honesty is deserved, but brutality is not.

When you post a story here, it ceases to be just 'yours'. It is now the communal property of everyone who likes Jissou. If someone decides to base their writing off stories you created, then you should feel honored that they liked what you wrote so much that their own fantasies are derivative of it. Even if you may not agree with the direction it takes.

Now, I'm glad to see new writers and new stories. Even if some may be a little rough around the edges, new blood is what keeps a fandom fresh.

It's been nearly a year since I've posted or wrote a story, but I've kept an eye on the previous thread and on this new one. I'm happy to say that my (boring) real life reasons for not writing are behind me now, and I've returned bearing a story of somewhat.. different type. Many may not like it, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't.

Jissou Begins

The problem was that he was bored. Sure, he had brought some of the more popular games and simulations along with him when he slipped away from the parental entity responsible for teaching him, but they had quickly lost their appeal after several dozen standard time units.

He had wanted privacy, so had traveled far enough that his parental entities wouldn't be able to find him very quickly. He set up his camp on a barren satellite of a small, rocky planet circling an unremarkable star in a unsettled galaxy. However, being so far away from home meant that he was also out of the normal communication range of his friends. It had been fine at first, but the isolation was beginning to get to him.

He had chosen the satellite of this particular planet because it was the only one within quite a distance that had any indigenous 'life' on it. He thought of the things growing on the crust of planets as not quite really alive, so he always put mental quotes around the word whenever he thought of them. They were so limited, really. Most planets with 'life' had nothing more than algae, or the equivalent, growing on them. How boring.

This particular planet had slightly more interesting 'life', though. It was a mature biosphere, with many different species growing and thriving on it. Some of the life had even figured out how to move under its own power, instead of just being pushed around by wind and water, or sitting rooted in one spot. He particularly enjoyed watching, between bouts of games and simulations, the moving creatures that had learned to hunt down, kill, and consume one another. It was quite the exotic thrill, observing life that was so dependent on violence for survival. It was exciting and, well, a little sad at the same time. Couldn't the life down there realize that there was plenty of energy and vital nutrients laying around already, just waiting to be collected and used? The life that rooted itself in one spot and gathered energy from the sun had figured it out, kind of, but went about it so inefficiently that it was pathetic.

The only really interesting species on the planet was one that had figured out how to pick things up and make crude tools. They used these tools to hunt and harvest more efficiently, build hives, and kill each other. He thought they might even be pre-sentients, a class of 'life' with minor legal protections. His teaching parental entity had told him that their own ancestors had developed from similar creatures 10^17 standard time units and several universes ago. He wasn't sure that he believed that, though. Everyone knew that pre-sents always killed themselves off eventually. It was like a universal rule. They grew at an exponential rate, and as they neared the apex of their development, they ran out of available resources. They then fizzled out, usually turning the planet they had inhabited into a lifeless rock. The hilarious part was that they died swimming in energy and whatever necessary minerals they needed. It was all there, they just couldn't grasp how to use it.

He figured that the creatures on this planet were pretty far into their growth curve already. Their hives were quickly becoming too large to support themselves through their normal means, and they were turning to more and more desperate measures to fuel themselves. He watched them as they grew and killed each other. He watched as whole overhives did battle, wasting even more of their limited resources and accomplishing nothing. It could be quite amusing, really. Much better than running his boring old simulations for yet another time.

As he watched though, part of him grew frustrated, and even a little angry. They just wouldn't learn! Every new generation of the things had to make the same mistakes as the last, usually in new and even more ridiculous ways. They could perceive and reason (to a degree, anyway), but couldn't seem to make the jump to real understanding. They tried to use their tools to make the world around them into a more comfortable place, instead of remaking themselves to fit more comfortably into the world. It was like they were a twisted mockery of himself and the rest of his kind. Why, if his ancestors had behaved as the creatures below him behaved, they would have consumed the entire universe by now in an orgy to gluttony and waste.

He was tempted to meddle, sorely tempted. Perhaps with a little guidance the creatures could overcome the (large) part of themselves that kept them trapped. But the laws were clear about the subject. No interaction with or modification of pre-sents was allowed. The penalty wasn't all that great for infraction, just a few hundred standard time units spent on a punishment quasar, in solitary confinement. He wasn't afraid of getting caught, but knew he would be bored bored bored if he had to sit around for that long by himself. They probably wouldn't even let him bring along any simulations to keep himself occupied.

No, what he needed was something else. Something to skirt around the edges of the law. Something that would hold a mirror up to the collective face of the pre-sents and show them how they appeared to him. Something that would engender within the pre-sents the same feelings he felt towards them. Above all else, though, it had to be something funny.

And he thought of an idea. Ooh, a funny idea. So he began to plan.

He devoted a portion of himself to simulating several hundred thousand of the pre-sents. It took a depressingly small portion, actually. They really were quite simple creatures. He tested his idea against his simulations, refined it, and tested it again. The pre-sents had recently developed a communications network, and had rapidly begun storing a warped version of their culture, such as it was, on it. He tapped into this to observe interactions and collect data. He wanted to base his idea around something cute, something beloved, so the mockery his creation would inflict on the pre-sents would be truly, hilariously, ironic. He canvasses all parts of their culture. Religious traditions, folklore, literature, movies, and history were all sorted through as he searched for suitable attributes to appropriate for his idea.

Finally, after nearly a quarter of a standard time unit, he was finished. The reactions he was getting from his simulated pre-sents was very satisfactory, very satisfactory indeed. Now he had only to choose a location on the planet to unleash his creation. Considering the appearance and some of the more advanced functions of the final iteration of his idea, he chose a fairly big island chain in the northern part of the largest ocean.

He decided to deliver it in person, rather than remotely. Detaching the major portion of himself from the satellite, he approached the planet's dark side slowly and cautiously. Not that he had any reason to worry. Their primitive sensors, the ones they grew naturally or the ones they created with their tools, were not even able to perceive over ninety percent of his mass. The rest he simply camouflaged by completely absorbing all incoming radiation, visible or otherwise.

He took up a geostationary orbit around the planet due south of the island chain, taking care not to disturb the bits of matter the pre-sents had scattered there to facilitate their communications. Extending a small portion of himself northward, he used it to create a modified space elevator to the largest island in the chain.

The very tip of his elevator touched the ground for the briefest of instants, gently depositing an unconscious 'life'form. His creation and joke on the pre-sents was in the short grass of an open field, near the center of one of the largest hives on the planet. He lingered briefly, waiting for the creature to awaken.

It stirred slightly, its skin chilled by a soft breeze that ruffled through the grass and trees. Its first sound was a quiet sleep moan followed by a large yawn that stretched its odd, harelipped mouth wide. It twitched its short, flat nose slightly, for the first time inhaling through slitted nostrils the scents of the world that would become its home. Then the large eyes above the nose opened slowly, one at a time. First the right eye, revealing a brilliant ruby red iris, then the left, revealing another of emerald green. The creature stared ahead at nothing, for a moment, then frowned slightly. It could almost, almost see something in the air in front of it, against the dark night sky.

"De.. Desu?"

A brilliant red beam speared out of the center of whatever it couldn't quite see, bathing its left eye in light of a certain wavelength.

"De!" it squealed in surprise, and brought its green sleeved arms up to cover its face from the beam. It then rolled to the side and stood up, a little clumsily, and looked around. Whatever had shined the light in its eye was gone, and it could feel a strange sensation in its belly. It wrapped its arms around its stomach, and looked down at it curiously.

He withdrew his elevator quickly, the laughter already starting in him, bubbling up. Exiting orbit of the planet, he began moving back towards the satellite, struggling to contain himself. If he let himself go, and really guffawed as loudly and as long as it felt like he needed to, then even the pre-sents would be able to detect it. The emissions would be obvious to anyone paying attention.

He managed to get back to his camp without letting more than a few peeps out, thankfully. As soon as he settled in on the side facing away from the planet, he let go. All the contained mirth boiled out of him, spraying out harmlessly into space. Oh, a little bit might be reflected back by the other planets orbiting the star, but not enough to be detectable by the pre-sents. Hopefully.

After composing himself, he continued his observations of the pre-sents. Their initial reaction to his creation was a mixture of curiosity, incredulity, mild disgust and beflummoxment. To his amusement, their emotions towards the new arrivals quickly turned to loathing as the joke's more disgusting characteristics became widely known. The descendants of the one he deposited quickly spread across the globe, congregating most densely where the pre-sents lived.

His amusement soon turned to annoyance, however. As the infestation of the planet neared completion, he realized that the most important part of his plan was failing. He had given the pre-sents to much credit in his simulations, both overestimating and underestimating their reaction.

They didn't get the joke. Instead of seeing his creations as a mirror for themselves to be reflected in, the pre-sents saw a window. And through this window they projected all of their petty hates, jealousies, and weaknesses. They abused, tortured, murdered, neglected, and ultimately, ignored their new arrivals.

Rather than transform their society with the epiphany of "Wow, are we like this to the rest of the universe?", it just further cemented their own tendencies towards shortsightedness, instant gratification, and violence. Instead of taking reasonable, long term, cooperative efforts to minimize the damage being done to their society and the planet's ecosystem by his creations, they just punted them down the street when one bothered them. That is, if they even deigned to acknowledge it at all.

About then, one of his parental entities showed up.

"Greetings, offspring-entity. It took me awhile to find you. I sensed your laughter and followed it back to its source. What's so funny?"

Thinking quickly, and hoping to avoid sounding guilty, he answered with a lie and a half-truth.

"Hello, parent-entity. I have been observing these pre-sents. They've managed to learn to modify the 'life' around them, and have accidentally created something they cannot control. It is quite amusing to watch their antics."

His parental entity observed the planet for a few standard time moments before responding.

"Yes, they look like they're at about that stage, don't they. They won't have much longer, then."

"Yeah, it's a little sad." he replied.

"It's 'life'. It's what it does." his parent-entity said, dismissively. "Anyway, what are you doing way out here? Abandoning your lessons and running off like this makes us worry, you know. Several other of your parent-entities expressed concerns about you to me, and your prime parent-entity was quite fretful when I left him."

"I just wanted some time alone, parent-entity. I did not intend to worry any of you, though truthfully, I do not see what reason there could possibly be to become worried." He answered, a bit defensively.

"Oh, I knew there was no real reason to worry about you, offspring-entity. Though you lost some valuable study time, I know that youth must heed the impetuous call of fancy and wanderlust now and again. But, please, next time you need some time alone, at least leave a note for your poor, worry-weary parent-entities. We are not the only beings living in this universe, after all."

"Y-youth? Hardly, parent-entity. I'm nearly 1.6 x 10^9 standard time units of age." he sputtered, in mock outrage. Well, mostly mock outrage.

"Old enough to know better, one could hope." his parent-entity sighed. "Well, come on then, lets get back to civilization."

"Alright, alright." he grumbled. "Just allow me to gather my belongings, then we can go."

Under the cover of gathering up his things, he quickly set in motion another joke on the pre-sents. His first had been too complex for them. They couldn't see themselves as the butt of a joke of such proportions, their minds and egos just wouldn't allow it. Well, they may have missed the subtleties of his last prank, but even they must surely recognize one as obvious as this.

Finishing, he detached himself from the lifeless satellite and joined his parent-entity. He did regret that he wouldn't get to see the reactions of the pre-sents to his parting prank. Actually, he hadn't even been able to see his first joke run its full course, now that he thought about it. Several of the advanced 'features' of his creation had not had enough time to mature yet. A pity.

Oh well. He was looking forward to getting back into normal communications range. The companionship of his friends was much more appealing after having nothing but pre-sents for company.

"Okay, parent-entity. I'm ready."

"Good. You know, a particular one of your peer-entities was inquiring about your absence."

"Really, who?" he asked.

"Oh, I think you know. You should think about spending more time with him." his parent-entity answered.

"Ughh! Parent-entity, that peer-entity is a total dork! My friend-entities will laugh at me for tens of standard time units if I'm seen with him." he exclaimed.

"I think you should worry less about what your friends think, and more about the quality of an entity's character. Besides, you might find you have more in common with him than you think." replied his parent-entity.

He groaned, and continued grumbling and complaining as he and his parent-entity exited the system, and then the galaxy. They left behind, unbeknownst to the parent-entity, a group of self replicating, autonomous and preprogrammed, busily working micro-machines. To one of the pre-sents on the planet below, they might appear to be ordinary, if oddly colored, worms of diminutive proportions.

They burrowed below the satellite's surface, extracting minerals and elements necessary for their own duplication. Once they attained sufficient numbers, they were programmed to spread out over the side of the orb permanently facing the planet, still below the surface. Then a countdown would begin, lasting exactly one standard time unit, at the end of which they would execute their purpose.

The satellite orbited the planet, bathing it in its reflected light, waiting.

<Author's Note>

Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors. It has been awhile since I last wrote, and I'm feeling a bit rusty.

Yes, the ending is a bit of an enigmatic cliffhanger. I did this on purpose. Please forgive me. (If you think you can guess what might happen, please don't say. I'd like it to be a surprise in one of my next stories.)

Also, damn the English language's lack of a gender neutral pronoun. Nigh-omniscient, immortal, pan-dimensional beings that 'reproduce' with multiple(many multiple) contributing parental entities don't have genders as we would understand them, or at all. So I just used 'he'. I hope it works for you.

For those who might be interested, a "standard time unit" is about four or five years long. So the errant youngster had been observing the "pre-sents" for approximately the last century or so.

Thank you for reading. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I'd love to know what your liked, what you didn't, and why. It helps me make better stories.

-Jissoucutioner

>>79
Wow, nice new take on it :)
Picturing the Jissou as some huge cosmic practical joke kinda fits with them somehow, lol.
I've got a possible theory about the ending, but I won't say anything. (Probably wrong anyway)

Better pull on the flame-proof armour though. You've gone quite far outside of the canon there ;) hehe

That was pretty funny. And a good point.

Like someone said, we're here to post stories, so here I am with a king-sized version.

Continuation of >>58

And then there were none (part 2 of 2)

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Six little jissous were happy to be alive
One left to celebrate, and then there were five

Predictably, the murder of their fourth unfortunate sister failed to make a lasting impression on the kojissou bunch.
After all, compassion was pretty much a human innovation, and it wasn't even the decisive factor to mankind's success. Moreover, why bother with fraternity when your species can make ten children at a moment's notice ? For an artificially engineered creature, the jissouseki kind certainly had what it takes to make itself self-sustainable.

Shortly after the Transcended Living Doll's departure, a gate opened to another part of the maze. The little gremlins, having a limited amount of options, unanimously chose to explore the new area.
They weren't exactly in for a surprise, though. It just lead to another run-of-the-mill cage, and no candies were to be discovered in it. Frustrated, the juvenile jissous tried to throw a tantrum as per tradition, but their feeble minds couldn't find a culprit, a task they were very skilled at under normal circumstances. As a result, they pretty much wandered. The candies they ate before would satiate them for several hours, so they weren't all that restless.

Pretty much everyone knows what Jissouseki does when they see humans, when they are in pain, or when they are fearing for their lives.
But what about when they are bored ?
Well, as shocking as it may sound, it's actually pretty uninteresting. When satiated, the jissouseki merely play with whatever is in range, and tend to be pretty mild...as far as property isn't concerned.
You see, jissou only perceive threat when food is lacking, or danger is plentiful. When nothing's going on and they're not hungry, the jissou brain pretty much shuts down until new food, or the possibility there could be some, is perceived. Thus, if they don't actively search nutrients, they do wreck whatever they think can hold some, as they don't frown upon extras. What did you expect ? It's a species that literally relies on shitting thirteen babies before dying. There is no logical reason they would try to innovate during their free time if this basic plan works.
But as there wasn't anything to wreck in the cage, the little monsters just sat and waited.

As uneventful as the last hour was, a door finally opened, leading to inside a black box.
No candy fragrance came out of it. The jissous reacted naturally and promptly ignored the new opportunity.
Ah, how jissouseki's stupidity can save them sometimes ! Nearly three quarters of the traps mankind can think of are way too smart for your average kojissou. It normally would make the jissous fall prey to the remaining quarter, but it was more often than not a matter of pure randomness.
Such was the case with the fifth sister.

As soon as she entered the box, the jissou felt some kind of string come into contact of her leg. Nothing dire...just enough to make her trip.
The door shut behind her, and a little lamp lit up.

"Why are you here, stupid thing, techi ?!" Shouted the child, hitting the wire with her arm, convinced of its evil intent. She didn't stop before half a minute. Then, she started to search food. And in that regard, she seemed to be in luck. At the center of something that looked like a hamster wheel, lying horizontally on the floor, was a small pedestal-like thing. On it was displayed another one of these energetic candies.
The kojissou hastily climbed the fence to get into the wheel, bliss gleaming in her eyes. She put the whole sweet in her mouth, and happily munched away.

Then she noticed a sound. It was coming out of a big black thing. There were weird tones at the beginning, but quickly, a Mr.Man's voice could be heard.

"Yeah I...I got to know your name"

"My name, techuu ?" Replied the critter as she was striking the ever popular cuteness pose. "I don't have one, Mr.Man, but if you take me as a pet you can give me a cute name, techi !" In true jissouseki fashion, she ignored what the voice said while she was talking. Thus, the next verse appeared as a reply for her tapioca brain.

"All I know is that to me, you look like you're lots of fun. Open up your lovin' arms, I want some, want some !"

"Yes, I am a fun pet to play with, te!" The jissouseki was now in full human-seducing mode, regardless of the absence of an actual human beyond the voice. As she began to get out of the wheel, though, two things made her stop her endeavor. Firstly, the human's voice and the accompanying sounds were getting a little too loud for her fragile ears. Secondly, the wheel had imperceptibly started to move.

"What's happening, te?"

"Well I...I set my sights on you. And I, I've got to have my way now, baby !"

"...stop it, Mr.Man, you're too loud, techi..." Weakly said the jissou while trying to cover her ears. The wheel she was in was definitely rotating now. Granted, there wasn't a giant foot descending upon her or any other kind of immediate threat, but nonetheless, she clearly could sense that shit was about to go down. She tried to flee, but as soon as she reached for the top of the wheel's side, the powerful music made her cover her ears again immediately. At this instant, she lost her only chance.

"Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come !"

The world was moving at an increasing speed, and the sound was now at a level that would even be unpleasant for humans. For the juvenile jissou, it was just painful. It also didn't help at all that her stubby paws could not cover the entirety of her large ears. It was nothing, though, compared to the feeling of sickness that was rapidly growing inside her guts.

"You spin me right round, baby right round
Like a record baby, right round round round
You spin me right round, baby right round
Like a record baby, right round round round"

"Stop it, STOP IT, TECHA !" The world was indeed spinning around her, giving her one hell of a headache. She couldn't move anymore because of the centrifugal force, and she was basically just hoping that the disembodied voice would stop being such a meanie.

"It is not fun, techa ! Stop it, stupid Mr.Man, techa !"

Her face turned blue, and spasms shook her. She vomited, staining the entire box with bits of green slime. She felt so sick that she removed her paws from her ears, consequently worsening her state. The unfortunate jissouseki kept on puking, letting out cries of pain every now and then. She couldn't get any grasp of what was going on anymore. Slowly, her left eye was turning red, adding fuel to the fire. After one hardly contained wail, and with the help of the centrifugal force, the jissou child quite literally threw her bowels out.
In a single instant of clarity, she could see something, among the spray of red-stained green which was projected at top speed towards the walls. A little crystal.
Her crystal.
It shattered upon impact, and the jissouseki only had one second to review her whole -short- life...

"Te ?"

The sound of her exploding was lost among the beat of the song.

---

Five little jissous had found wood and ore
One became a smith, and then there were four

Outside, the remaining half of the contestants clearly heard that something was going on. But when all the ruckus ended, none of them had even moved one inch to help their sister.
Silence reigned for a while, before a door to another cage opened. They all rushed in without hesitation. Whimpers were to be heard as, yet again, no food was on the floor.
Instead, there was a rather large quantity of rubble. Nothing dangerous, even for jissous : Bottle caps, plastic wraps, coins...But nothing even remotely edible either. They thought about calling the mysterious Mr.Man they could faintly hear singing through the box, when a chocolate-y fragrance taunted their hunger-driven nostrils.
It was coming from above a white box. It was much too high for the jissous to reach the top. However, in all their stupidity, jissouseki never showed they lack the knowledge that shit can be stacked. Food would be all to easy to protect otherwise.
And so began the heartwarming tale of the green goblins who, after forgetting half of their sister died gruesome deaths, worked together to get the chocolate.

Usually, in a collective endeavor, Jissouseki follow the elder. However, they were all born at the same time, so that wasn't going to work. So, can they suddenly grow some manner of cooperative spirit in times of need ? Looks like they can, if each of them knows damn well they won't be able to get the candy alone.
Partial alliances, and conquest strategy, however, does seem to fly over their heads. It's either on or off with these little bastards. Anyway, they firstly pitched into gathering everything near the box.

"Candy is going to be good, techi~n"

"We will be happy family, techi !"

"Mr.Man will be impressed, techu !"

When they were finished, there was a pile of rubble of about three quarters of their size. Sadly, it wasn't enough to reach the top. The next logical step was to help the others to climb, while staying behind. It took a while for the jissous to find such selflessness in their hearts, as you could imagine. Fortunately, one brave little soul did demonstrate it. She climbed the pile, knelt and put her hands forward, forming a rudimentary ladder.

"Thank you, sis, techu~n !" Said another one as she merrily went to seize the occasion. She could successfully climb, and she saw a little basket hanging from the cage's top, containing 4 pieces of white chocolate.
We will never know if the jissou was going to steal it all for herself, braving the consequences that were sure to follow, or if she was indeed set out to follow her sister's kind heart, for the top of the box was made of thin paper.
In a gasp, she fell right through it.

"A...Are you alright, sis, techi ?"

"Yes, I am, techi. There is a weird thing here, but...Teee ?"

Silence.

"What is it, techi ?"

"RRRRRRRRRRRNNNNMMMMNGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH"

This unusual wail suddenly came out of the box. The four jissouseki outside copiously shat their pants upon hearing it. They had no idea what was going on in there. All they could hear was the unintelligible plea, which strangely didn't sound muffled, like something has suddenly impaired the green goblin's ability to talk.
As they got the hell out of this place, one could faintly hear the otherworldly scream cross-fading with munching noises.

---

Four little jissous arrived at the sea
One left to sail it, and then there were three

At this point, they were hungry, scared and desperate. It's understandable that they consequently became rather agitated. They restlessly observed their surroundings, aware than anything could come up next.
There were only two doors left unopened. Neither of them was revealing even a hint of what was behind it. They were like the gates of Heaven and Hell, except than, well, they probably both led straight into the very bottom of the latter. Nevertheless, all they could do was waiting for them to open.
And the one on the left did, less than ten minutes later.

This time, they entered carefully. A small passage led to a plain white plastic box. A very sweet odor came from it. The jissouseki chirped without even thinking about it. They forgot all their carefulness and rushed in. To their delight, there was an entire pool of red jelly with a very thick fruity odor. They instantly knelt to take as much jelly as they could. They couldn't care less if there was poison now. It's fortunate for them it wasn't.
Better yet : It was solid enough for them to stand on ! The appeal was formidable : So much yummy food they could walk on it. They shat their pants in contentment, promptly soiling their new paradise.

"So happy, techun !"

"Weird jissou-chan didn't lie, there was hope, techi !"

"We all won, Te !"

"Food is so good, techun..."

No dark lining came into sight. The jelly pool pretty much stayed as it was, not showing any kind of threat to the four little jissous. They all agreed to stay here : There wasn't any danger, food was plentiful, there weren't any reasons to struggle anymore. With cries of joy, they stuffed themselves to sleep.

The following morning, each of them checked if their sisters were okay before engaging in another day of hedonism. A mere four hours later, they had eaten half of the fifteen centimeters of jelly, which had lost most of its solidity, and green shit was everywhere, although they did try to let out most of it in one corner of the box.
All this eating was enough for them to discover something was under the thick layer of fruity goodness.
It looked like a very fluid honey. It was the one who showed kindness earlier that found it while digging.

"What's that, te ?"

"More good food, techi !"

One of them tried the substance. She emitted a loud sigh.

"De...delicious, te..."

They all consequently reached for the hole in the jelly to get some. It was indeed very close to honey, maybe mixed with some caramel or toffee. At any rate, it was only second to the mythical colaciones in their book. They didn't notice the slightly putrid note in the otherwise mouth-watering aroma and taste. Maybe they should have.
One of the four sisters got a little too eager to get the most fluid she could on her arms, lost balance, and fell into the newly discovered feast.
She let out a yelp of surprise, and casually asked for help when she noticed she didn't reach the bottom of the box with her legs. She was in the way of the honey thing, so the others agreed to help her...
But as soon as one began to support the fallen's weight, the jelly began to dangerously wobble. She backed off immediately as her face turned blue.

"What is going on, te ? Help me, techi !"

"T...too dangerous, tee..."

The other two tried as well, but with the same consequences, only worse. The weakened jelly began to roll to the bottom of the well they had made.

"Fine, shit sisters, I will get out myself, techa !" This claim, however, was wishful thinking. Getting out now was like trying to climb a pit of dry sand while swimming. Her pointy teeth came out as she began to curse everything in sight.
She thrust her body upwards furiously, trying to get a good grasp of the elusive walls. But the more she did that, the more bits of jelly fell down onto her face.

Slowly, but surely, she depleted her stamina, and got smothered under the delicacy. Soon enough, the well was filled up. The poor jissouseki was now trapped under it, like someone under a frozen lake.

"I'm sorry, help me, techaaaa !!!" Yelled she at her sisters while barely maintaining her head above the syrupy fluid. Unfortunately, they had already gotten out of the box. When she realized she was on her own, the jissou came with a cunning plan : Eating the fluid before it could drown her.
Go for it, jissou-chan ! Two liters of strongly flavored water are no big deal ! I'm sure this mean PTLD will be impressed !

"Yes I -glurb- will, Mister narrator man, techi ! And then -swallow- I'll be a beloved pet, techi !"

I'm sure of it ! Okay, doing good here, already five mouthfuls. You're lucky it's so delicious ! Hey, what's the matter, jissou-chan ? Why are you stopping ?

"Leg felt something, tee..."

Oh, that ? Don't let it bother you, it's just your aunt who lost at the exact same game you're playing right now.

"TEEE ? What is go...arglbchi !" This moment of shock cost her her focus, and she swallowed a bit more than she could handle at once. She coughed, lost whatever cool she had left, and began to choke on the savory liquid, struggling with increasingly less success to stay at the surface.

"HE-grblgr-CHAAaaa..." Large amounts of green slime corrupted the honey as the poor little jissou died one of the most unpleasant natural deaths known to man. She tried until the end to escape her fate, but the liquid filling her lungs wasn't the kind competitor that likes to fuck around. Searing hot pain overwhelmed her chest, and she couldn't help but do a last, deadly breath.
She then took her eternal sleep, by the side of a rotting jissou head that was left here after the last generation's demise.
Don't cry, jissou-chan, the most important is to participate !

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Three little jissous became like me and you
One swelled with great pride, and then there were two

Well, so much for paradise.
But even if the solace proved temporary and dangerous, they did, from then on, possess a safe and reasonably large source of food. They still were knee deep in shit, but it was better than neck deep : At least you can maneuver.
After a long -by jissou standards- debate, they decided to go all out, and try to open the last door themselves. It was quite hard since it was a sliding one without a handle, but when they finally succeeded...Wonders were waiting for them.

It was a cage for high-class pet jissous. A green carpet covered the floor, on which various toys could be seen. There were also a large bed, clean toilets, an ashtray filled with water, a bunch of candies and, most important of all, five pink jissou dresses.
If you're not some kind of hermit who never leaves his cave in the Himalaya, you had the opportunity to notice that jissouseki absolutely freaking love clothes. No matter how old, a jissou who gets her clothes torn off will complain and cry about it, even if her children are being slaughtered right in front of her eyes. Conversely, give her a new dress, and she will sing from joy. It's also true to say that dresses that aren't green are the most defining feature of a high-class jissou, labeling her as a beloved pet faster than you can say "De!".

The little beings ran to pick the dresses, and changed into these frantically, discarding their shit-stained dresses into the toilets. After that, they looked at each other with amazement. Their new outfits were nothing but plain jissou uniforms, save for the color, but that was sufficient.

"We are so cute, techu !"

"Yes, techi ! Last time was just an accident, weird jissou-chan really loves us now, techun !"

They celebrated their housewarming party by eating a few candies, and merrily singing lyric-less songs. The mere idea that this place could be booby-trapped never occurred to them. The only thing they realized was that something was peculiar about their dresses. Sure, they looked normal, but they were too solid not to be manufactured by man, instead of harvested on the naturally pink jissous bred by some cosmetic companies.
Secondly, there were some sort of wires inserted into the fabric. Nothing too uncomfortable though. They all decided being cute held priority over being safe, so they kept them.

And it wouldn't be a problem for any of them, if the smallest of the three hadn't had her attention caught by a something in a corner of the cage.
It was a white spray can. There was horrible handwriting on a label that spelled "shower".
It intrigued the kojissou, who called one of her sisters.
Neither of them knew what the writing meant, and they concluded that it was probably indicating that playing with the thing was fun. The discoverer pushed the pump, and was sprayed by a translucent liquid.

"Tickles, te !" She gleefully declared. Her sister came to try, but was instead asked to push some more while the other submitted herself to the tickling shower. She accepted under the condition that she was up next, and did so.
The showered jissouseki didn't bother removing her dress while she played in the aerosol spray. Of course, you would say that wasn't exactly wonderland, but someone who has only know terror and death since their birth tend to enjoy the simplest things.

Finally, she sat on the floor, panting between two laughs. Her dress was wet all over, and was now adhering to her skin. That didn't bother her, though...
Until the wires inside the fabric began their work.
Something in the spray was forcing the normally flexible things to straighten. And the fabric, now glued to the jissou's skin, followed them.

"Chuwa !"

The exhausted jissouseki looked at her prized outfit peeling the skin off her belly. She tried to stop it, but had difficulty moving her arms. Slowly, her lower body bloomed like a mushroom, revealing her flesh underneath.

"H...Help me, teecha !"

The sister that helped her didn't react like the thought she would, though. Turns out in this kind of situation, jissou can get really materialistic.

"Stop bleeding, stupid sister, techi ! You're dirtying weird jissou-chan's beautiful home, techi !"

Indeed, a puddle of both blood and horrified shit was forming below the umbrella-jissou, and it was in fact quite dirtying. To tell the truth, the infuriated sister's accusation was probably nothing but hypocrisy, but that never stopped any jissou from doing anything.

"Hurts, help close my dress, techaaa..."

Her plea was met by a punch in the skinless stomach. Then two. Then three.

"You are shit jissou, techi ! You do not deserve this place, techi !" Her sister was orange-red from anger, repeatedly screaming "shit sister techi !" in a high-pitched voice. The exposed flesh was oozing more blood with each passing strike, reducing to paste the organs under the large belly. Shit came out flowing from the victim's anus as she screamed for help. In the center of the room, the benevolent jissouseki was trembling from fear. She was denying the fact that one of her sister was killing another, despite everything they had gone through. Weren't they survivors ? Why kill each other when the whole world is already dead set on doing that ? The spark of intelligence that was burning within her saved her from giving in to panic, although it didn't do anything about loose bowels.
All of the umbrella-jissou's bowels were now outside her body, ejected from the anus or hanging from her torn belly. Finally, her sister's assault stopped, and she tried walking away. Her last strength only carried her for three steps. After that, she fell face first. The deployed dress-trap stopped her body from falling all the way, and she found death here, standing, her insides behind her.

---

Two little jissous fought a race against time
One didn't see the wall, and then there was one

The event went straight onto the TV's screen upstairs. I was munching away at my bag of boiled jissou maggots. Generic supermarket brand, but sometimes you have to keep it simple.
The murder didn't piss me off nearly as much as the one yesterday. After all, this was kind of expected.
During two minutes, I pondered. Was my little death maze that effective at frightening jissous to death ? Probably not, eh ? Well, it could do fine for the dying subjects, but for what I wanted, I needed the survivors afraid, and that didn't turn out so hot. What was I thinking by giving them hope at the end anyway ?
I must surrender myself to the obvious : My hatred for jissous isn't compatible with studying them. I don't think the hypothesis was that shoddy, but the prediction certainly was. As for the experiment, well, it was like the guys at the LHC deciding to do some bobsleigh inside their giant ring somewhere along the way, and carefully storing the Higgs boson into the shit can.
That's it, I'm calling off this "experiment". Starting now, the death maze is for totally unscientific purposes only.
Still, I have to give a fair trial to a murderer.

"Wh...why do it, techi ?" Weakly says the innocent jissou to her sister. She was both shocked by the murder and afraid she could be up next. But that's fine, jissous are nothing if not quick to calm down.

"Now we have clean place for us two, techi !" Joyfully replies the lunatic, tongue hanging out and eyes shut. Her pink and clean dress was now partially green and entirely filthy.
Ten seconds later, they saw me enter the basement. I'm not sure, but I don't think I saw them look afraid for even one second.

"Good day, weird jissou-chan, techi !" Says the murderer. Thank you for the candies and dresses, techi !"

"No need, desu. Say, didn't you, you know, just beat your sister to death, desu ?"

"No, I am good jissou, techi."

...Right.
I open the cage, and gently grab her by the waist, staining myself. She looks at me with the usual "cute" face, blushing, full of hopes.

"Guilty, desu." Say I before casually throwing her into the wall to my left.

"CHUW-*sprotch*"

"Sorry Mr.Wright, but your defense was just that bad, desu."

---

One little jissou, at long last, had won...

And so I gaze upon our grand winner in pristine pink dress. No dirty tricks, no reprehensible behavior, just plain luck. She had developed some kind of moral conscience, too. I heard of that back at the lab, jissouseki that are selfless for no perceptible pragmatic reason. Never really believed it. Turns out it does happen sometimes.

"D...Don't kill me, techi....I am cute, I did nothing, techi."

"Yeah, I know, desu..."

I don't really know what to do. Sure, she's the same failed experiment all jissouseki are, but this one seems redeemable, if she's preserved from the filth of her species. And after all, the three star cage was quite annoying to clean.
I pick her, and silently put her in my hood. She faintly chirps, but wisely chooses to remain silent after two attempts at seducing met with the cold shoulder.

I clean the mess. The rotating wheel, the chimney under the halogen lamp, the carpet, and throw all the corpses into the trash. I also feed the weasel yummier things than a rotting jissou corpse. The mother looks at me with both fear and hatred. The wounds left by her missing limbs are festering now, but she doesn't care. She had heard everything. Every scream, every body popping, every insult, every despair-filled lamentation.
As I replace the jelly and honey-flavored drink, I can feel her gaze, trying to drill holes into my ruthless self. But my mind is kind of blank, I only care about the slight rummaging behind my shoulders.
After replacing the candies, I turn to the mother herself. I remove the feeding tube. She's still small enough to fit within my hands. Her tongue is crushed beyond repair from the pressure by the plastic tube, and all she can emit is gibberish.
I'm not in the mood for imagination. I simply crush her skull before throwing her oversized maggot's body in the trash.
Then I take the winner in my hand. Her eyes shine, she smells food coming from below. No annoying attempts so far. I find myself stroking her left arm, and she coos. She's actually cute, with her above average physique, her happiness and her cute dress. Should I make the luxury cage her permanent home ?


...Nah.

I crush her arm between my fingers. Blue invades her face. More than the pain, it's the despair that really makes her look like she just took a bullet.

"T...tee ?"

I make short work of the other limbs. I tear up the dress, then her hair. She's shitting and crying like crazy, calling her mama, unable to find the mental strength to insult me. And I'm smiling like crazy.
Of course I'm not going to let her live. The less retarded ones are the worst of them all.
She takes her mother's place, crushed limbs still attached this time. It's more painful when you still have nerves attached. I take a little vial of red hot chili sauce, best for making jissou understand exactly what "with pain will you give birth to children" means.

"Now then, gentle one, desu. You'd better be ready to get down to business, 'cause I'm in the mood for some mass slaughter, desu."

"Mmuuuuh...MMMMUUUUUUUUUUU-"

One little jissou, at long last, had won
She funded a family, and then there were none

---

That's it for this arc. In the next one, we'll see what's up in the realm of highly trained pet-class jissouseki.

Also, Dr. Baumann, Jissoucutioner, great work. Regarding the latter, I'm not all that much into sci-fi, but it was a fine read nonetheless.

Lovely. Continue.

>>80
Reminds me of the futurama entity that captured the star trek crew.

Bravo, me dear. Bravo.

>>82
Quite entertaining, definitly the best you've done, Jissu death set to catchy dance music was quite amusing.

It's been a week already ? Man.
Thanks to all of you. My best one ? I guess taking your time can only be effective.

Without further ado, here's the new one, which is taking yet another take on jissou stories.

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PTLD - Good Morning

I am what you could call a Jissouseki lover.
Sure, I am kind of biased...It became my business six months after the arrival of these little creatures in the western world. I am a pet retailer, now specialized in them. I don't professionally breed them, nor do I train them, but I do take care of all kinds of jissouseki.
My daughter has fallen in love with them at around the same time, so now, I see Jissouseki pretty much all the time, at work and at home.
Of course I know why most people are disgusted. But I assure you, behind their selfishness and lack of moral ethics, they are living beings that deserve our love, should we be able to reveal the good side present in all of them.

"Good morning, Stella."

"*Yaaawn* Good morning master, desu !"

Today is the second birthday of her adoption into our home. She stretches before getting out of her bed. Morphologically, she's a regular adult jissou, but we really spoiled her. Her hair is tinted black, her pinkish-red dress is adorned with a richly laced bib, some blue silk ribbons, and even a blue flower attached to her left ear. The best thing ? She deserved every bit of it.
She gets up, rearranges her clothes, and proceeds to wake her four children up.
A big girl of nine months, two twins of four, and the youngest, unfortunately stuck at the maggot stage, despite being two months of age. They're not as bright as their mother, but well-behaved and educated away from selfishness.
My eight year old daughter Samantha comes at this moment. Stella's eyes shine. She really likes my daughter. Together, over the months spent playing together, they forged an unbreakable alliance.

I expected no less, to be honest. Stella cost us 5000 dollars. She was born from a regular broodmother, but was carefully selected and educated to be the best of the best, intelligent and entirely devoted to her masters. And while five grand seems a bit overkill, I have trouble finding a single reason to hate Stella.

"Happy birthday, Stella !" Says my little girl to the high-end jissou, who thanks her, letting out tears of joy. Behind her, the children dance, audibly wondering if the birthday cake their mother talked so much about last night would taste good.

"Come on, children, desu ! Masters make a party for all of us, that's enough to be thankful, desu !". The children don't understand her point all that much, but copiously thank us nonetheless.

"Ah but you're right" I say, as I give them the signal to follow me. "Good jissouseki like you deserve a big cake. Make sure you share equally."

"Of course !" Answers Stella. She picks her jissou grub-shaped purse and goes with me into the living room. The twins, Mimy and Nana, follow suit, holding hands, as well as the eldest child, carrying the maggot.

Awestruck gasps are heard as they bear witness to the majesty. Pure bliss in cake form. They do their best to control their bowels before the tower, as big as Stella herself, of frosted chocolate with streaks of caramel
I give her the knife. She sniffles from emotion, but does her best nonetheless. She succeeds to cut the cake into seven even parts. One for her, four for her family, and two for us. That's how you know you're dealing with a high-class jissou : She never even thought of forgetting us. She even serves us first, then her children, then herself. Samantha catches on this kind gesture, and hugs her pet.

"Thank you, Stella, you're a wonderful Jissouseki. Today we play together all day long !"

Cheers among the jissous. Samantha is their main master, but she has school and everything, so she's not as present as they wish her to be. Of course they would be overjoyed that they get to have their master's full attention for the whole day.
While they eat the delicious cake, they have a brainstorm concerning today's schedule.
Most people believe the foul behavior of feral jissouseki is the nature of the species. That they are rotten down to the very core, and exist solely to piss us off. Well, I have to disagree with that.
Are we, humans, any different when not socialized and educated to fit among our kind ? Are we paragons of virtue from the moment we are born, or are we egoistic little pricks throwing tantrums over the simplest of things ? No, of course. Well, Jissouseki aren't any different. Unfortunately, their overwhelming population prevent anyone to provide them with a mass education system. A high-end jissou is just one that had been socialized as successfully as any average adult.

"And then we'll play hide and seek, techi !"

"It's not fair, Mimy. Your baby sister will just keep asking for belly rubs, I'll find her without any trouble !"

"Belly rubs, refu ? Yes, tummy soft, please rub, refu !"

"Ah ah ah, alright you little scoundrel, here you go !"

No, you won't make me believe jissous are a pest. They are the best pet human ever discovered. They talk, they're reasonably intelligent, and they're cute. Just give them the chance to learn.
Suddenly, my watch beeps. Drat, it's time for work.

"Well, Stella, have a good time with Sammie, I'm off to work. Oh and Sammie, don't forget the present !"

"Of course I won't, daddy !" The jissou family's eyes shine at the news, but they know better than to ask for it. Stella disposes of the tissue she used to contain the belly rubbed maggot's shit, and bids me goodbye.

---

I open my shop. As usual, I have no need for a background music, since the jissous do all the work for me. I have, on average, One or two high-end jissous, with a minimum price of two grand. I always take good care of them, and place them in individual, well equipped cages, as they must be in top condition at all times. Then there are the above average ones. Completed training, usually gifted with pretty dresses or hair, but with some defects that prevent them to be high-class jissous. Count between 500-800 dollars for those. They're the ones I recommend for a first pet jissou, having the best quality-price ratio. You're sure they will be good pets without having to pay a fortune. I usually keep around six of those in the shop.
Then the average, twenty of forty individuals, placed in collective but spacious cages. Just educated enough to be obedient and respectful of their masters, but not much else. No more than 150 dollars.
And then...You have the ones I feel pity for, but must be selling if I want to feed my family.
The usual term is "for abuse". I call them the peons.
Officially, they're just labeled "common jissouseki", but it's obvious that people who buy jissous for no more than 10 bucks each wish to unwind their stress of them. The only other type of customer for those are scientists, professional or wannabe.
I just provide them with the minimum care : I clean the shit, give them clean food and water, and leave them alone in big common cages. It's saddening, really. If at this low level of education, they weren't acting so carefree all the time, it would feel like a crowded train going straight to Auschwitz.
Of course, this is the corner of my shop that's the most noisy. And it could be worse...as a rule of thumb I only have maggots (or thumb-chans) and children, separated in two distinct cages. Adults would be entirely too troublesome. Needless to say, "manly" jissous are an absolute no-no as well.

"Hello, David Kellan, how are you doing today ?"

Oh, Mrs.Fey ! A sweet hold lady, and a regular. I'm always thankful when my first customer of the day is a jissou lover instead of an abuser.

"Wonderful, it's my Stella's birthday today ! My daughter is with her as we speak."

"Oh, I sure hope she'll enjoy herself ! She's such a good girl."

"I do too. So, will you buy the usual ?"

"Yes, plus a purse. Kristy's is beginning to wear out."

"Sure thing."

I turn around, where I store all the accessories, toys and food for Jissouseki. Mrs.Fey always sticks to Desties®, cereals for jissouseki coated with sugar. As they're meant to be sort of semi-treat, she probably buys more generic stuff at the supermarket. Of course, technically, both run of the mill jissou food and Desties® are just ground and dried jissou meat, but she doesn't need to know that. Anyway, four boxes.
Then comes shampoo. Jissouseki are fragile creatures, and human shampoo can sometimes hurt their eyes really bad. Then, hair dye. Plus the purse...

"Alright, that will be $53.50."

"Gladly...Oh, mister Kellan, the other day, my son showed me a horrible video on this Internet thing..."

"Another of those maniacs posting videos of Jissouseki abuse ?"

"Oh, no, no...It was far more heartrending than that...On it, a mother Jissouseki -you could see she was smart, the poor girl- was killed in the middle of a conflagration. Just like a murder, in cold blood..."

"In a fire ? How on earth was it caught on tape ?"

"From my understanding, it was arson on a breeding facility. But the worst thing is the murderer...It looked like a small child, only with Jissouseki traits. How someone so young and pretty can do something like that...? It's terrible, Mr.Kellan, I tell you."

"No kidding...Wait...This facility, could it have been The Jissou Garden ?"

"W...why, yes, it was the name written on the video..."

"Damn, I know this company, it's in this town ! No wonder they had trouble supplying me last month..."

At this moment, another customer entered. Mrs.Fey politely said goodbye and left. The man had everything of the young, ambitious executive. Exactly the kind of people you don't imagine taking care a pet.
Still, I had a business to run.

"Hello...I'll take five common jissous. Two children and three maggots, please."

"Of course sir...Can I interest you with food as well ?"

"No, that's alright, I already have some."

Right.

---

18:30, time to close shop. Saturday evening, time to do...that.
I sigh. It's painful, but I have to. The peons grow fast, and their frequent quarrels often leave them in an ugly state. Even if they're almost exclusively for abuse, I refuse to have bald-naked jissous in my shop, so every week, I clean up the population. And yes, that means killing all the black sheep.

I open the cages. I only feed them -shit disposal will be for Tuesday morning- and take the oldest, filthiest and most aggressive ones in a cloth bag.
As usual, I can hear their complaints. No pleas. Just threats and insults. If only they didn't reproduce so fast, there wouldn't be that many feral ones. But what is done is done, nobody can take care of these now. Not that anybody would want to.
I fill the cheap bathtub in the back shop with water, and begin my ugly duty.
I always drown them. That way I don't hear their cries much. I know it's long and painful for them, but if I watched them in the eyes while killing them, I think I would soon give in to the hate provoked by their pheromones.
I don't like to do this. Really, I don't. But I make up for that by loving Stella and taking care of the better ones.
Green seeps through the bag like a filthy tea bag. Nothing surprising here. Their struggle for survival can only be guessed when I watch the cloth move, increasingly less bubbles reaching the surface as time goes on. Come on, die already...
My heart leaps when I see an arm coming through a hole in the cloth. But fortunately, it just flaps harmlessly without succeeding at going any further, and stops after ten seconds. Soon, bubbles stop coming out. I take a big breath, and go empty the bag into the trash outside, looking away from the bluish faces and gray eyes.
Sorry, but I had to.

---

When I get home, my smile returns. My daughter and our jissous are waiting for me, and cheer when I open the door.

"Welcome back, Master, desu !" She's blushing, and looks away. Perplexed, I look at Samantha.

"Her and the children made presents for us two, dad, but she's too shy to give yours !"

My heart melts, and I kneel before Stella, stroking her hair.

"Aw, you didn't have to, it's your birthday after all..."

"B...but I want to, dechun !" Says she, tears of emotion running down her cheeks. "Mistress and you are always so kind to us, dechun ! Other jissous in the street are sad, we're so lucky, so take this, desuuuun !".

She looks at her feet while giving me something round, very roughly packaged into some red paper she must have found in my drawers. It looks nothing like a proper present box, but no matter. Right now, it's beautiful.

"Thank you, Stella." I open the package. It's a round, shiny and colorful rock. It's not transcendent, but it's pretty enough.

"Mimy found this, desu." Behind her leg, the little jissou is blushing. It's obvious she isn't moved as much as her mother, but what the hell. I hug her together with Stella.

"You're the best pets I ever had. Thank you." I get up. "Come on, it's time for bath now." They all explode into chants of joy. For them, it's the best time of the day. Well, after all, I haven't been a cheapskate here either.

In the bathroom, near the tub, lies the jissou family jacuzzi I bought for the twin's birth. Manufactured by a company specialized in high-end items for high-end jissouseki. Quite expensive, as you can guess. It's a green box, with smiling jissouseki faces painted on the sides, powered with electricity and connected to the water distribution system. It has several levels of depths, so that jissouseki of all ages can sit in and relax like in a real jacuzzi. If it was human-sized, it would already be one hell of a thing to have in your house. Our pets have only one desire : Savor the bath. But like the well-behaved jissous they are, they change into their swimsuits first, carefully fold their clothes and put them on the shelves. Only then do they rush into their pool like cats on a laser dot.

As I make the last preparations for the next day, I can hear them playing. She's helping the twins swim as usual. Fiona, the eldest child, knows how, but they aren't quite enough developed yet. As for Bibbie, the maggot, she's always in her floater when she ventures into the deeper areas. Thin bubbles are flowing into the warm water, tickling them without being big enough to put them into any danger. Various plastic items are at their disposition to play with, and they're just so damn cute in their little colored swimsuits, we can only forget the occasional leak of excrement that comes out when in their delight. And the filter system evacuates it quickly anyway.
When I go back into the bathroom to announce lights out, the twins are riding a plastic duck, laughing. One falls, but is rescued by her mother without any problems. She laughs some more, and asks to ride the duck one more time.

"No, Mimy-chan, desu. Master has said it's time to go to bed, desu."

The little one wants to protest, but she knew mommy wouldn't tolerate any disobedience to us. So she whimpered slightly and got off.

Thirty minutes later, they're back in their room.

"Okay girls, you know Sammie and me are going to my mother's place for tomorrow. We leave at 3 am and return Monday morning. Until then, you have the house for yourselves. It's not the first time, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yes, master, desu !" Chants Stella, followed by her daughters. Well, except Bibbie, who lies on her back into her little bed.

"Belly soft and squishy, please rub, refu !". Stella sighs, and indulges her baby one last time.

"You all go to sleep now, desu. Don't bother masters this night and I will give you candy tomorrow, desu."

They collectively shut up less than one second later, Fiona even going as far as to fake snoring. With this, we bid them goodbye and go claim our short night.

3 am, we get up, and take our luggage. Stella apparently couldn't get any sleep, worried to see us leaving. Apparently, she was cleaning the house all night, all the while being very careful about not waking us up. Silently, we kiss her, and quietly leave the house, into the cold winter night.

---

Stella sighs. She knows she shouldn't be such a worrywart. Masters are smart and strong, they will surely return. All she can do is make sure their beautiful home stays nice and clean.
She smells a slight odor. She decides to climb a chair and open a window. The air is fresh and reinvigorating. Much better. She will let it that way for a little while, Master's home must not become cold. Then, she goes looking at her beautiful present, again.
A piano with large keys made to fit jissou arms. Her Master is so generous and thoughtful ! She is so happy !
Outside, Master's big fast machine roars, before fading into the night. That's it, she is alone.
She opens the piano's lid, gazing upon the shiny white keys again. Tomorrow morning she will play, and when Masters come back, she will give them a beautiful music as thanks ! Joyful anticipation in her heart, she closes the lid, and turns around to go to her bed...
Her heart stops.
Someone is in the room.
Is it Mistress Samantha ? No, that is not her odor. And she didn't hear the door open, how...?
The window.
Blue invades Stella's face. Foolish ! Bad Jissou ! She threatened Master house's safety !
The stranger takes a step forward, getting into the moonlight bathing the living room. She has a face like a jissouseki, and yet looks like a Mrs.Lady. She's smiling. But not like master's warm smile. It is full of madness and evil.

"Oooh sweet lords of metal, this is gonna be fun, desu."

I like where this is going.

A silence creeps through the grave yard. A mid the rows and rows of mossed over grave markers sits an unremarkable stone guarding and unremarkable grave. Written across the tombstone's face is the inscription: Here lies El Cid, who fell off the face of the Earth and landed on its ass. Suddenly a hand busts from the Earth at the foot of the miniature monolith.

"I live..."

And I do live, it's good to finally have all my crap out of the way. But first, I'm going to make some comments and criticisms.

InLeaves: Sorry, but I'm just going to lump everything together here. Loved parts 1,2,3 and 6. Parts 4 and 5 not so much, just couldn't grab my attention. The character is interesting and deep. Is she really the creation of the original Jissou creator, or is that what she was told and believes. She thinks she is superior to Jissou, and yet exhibits their same behavior. Violent, hateful, and while light years ahead of even the best Jissou in thought process, still retarded. I mean, breed Jissou to be afraid of her so she can kill them easier? If she wants to kill the children of a Jissou, why doesn't she just kill the mother before the next generation is born? It's a plan only a Jissou would think of, and that's what makes the story brillent. Also, David Kellan is a Jissoufucker if I've ever seen one.

Jissoucutioner: Entertaining, could be the start of an Ultimate Jissou universe (you can have that one for free). I like the whole "Jissou as a mirror to the human soul" thing and I look forward to where you could be going with this. However I don't think I want to be using your new origin anytime soon. But the possibilities...

Dr. Baumann: Paging Dr. Baumann. Lol. Anyway, it ain't the most original setup, "scientist experimenting on Jissou". Nor are the tortures too original either. However it is well written and gets straight to the point: Jissou killing. Admittingly, I'm not very good at that.

So, I hope to be reading lots of good stories this summer and will do my best to make sure I actually contribute. Good night and death to Jissouseki.

>>87
Hi guise im back, I was in hospital, believe it or not, for 5 months.

Car accident. (inb4 attention whoring, it is NOT)

Then I had to catch up with studies, so, here I am. My arms are weaker so I wont write much. Good thing none of my memories are vanished, I still feel mentally orking.

Green Snow

Word of advice: when your company asks you if you are willing to relocate for your job, say no. Long story short is I said yes and now every winter I have to deal with over 9000 tons of snow. I hate snow. Which is why I am in a bad mood this morning. You see, last night was the first snow fall of the season. Nothing horrible, about a foot or so, but enough so that I'm going to have to shovel my driveway if I expect to drive anywhere. And so, on with the damn snow pants and boots and the lot and out the front door.

I will say that shoveling snow is a good exercise. It doesn't take me long to clear my short walkway, but now comes the tedious work of clearing the damn driveway. As I begin to take the first shovel fulls, I see something out of place out of the corner of my eye. In the barren waste of white and gray I spot a mass of green, as though some patch of grass has managed to survive this cold. And its moving. That's odd, grass doesn't move. I stop shoveling long enough to get a good look.

To my astonishment, I see two or three dozen teddy bear size creatures wearing bland green dresses and green bonnets. Jissouseki, the horrible results of science gone wrong. Despite their diminutive size and notorious reputation for being weak, stupid and lazy, the gaggle of Jissou seem to be managing to dig their way through the foot deep snow. I become memorized by their progress, like watching ants carrying leaves. However, it soon dawns on me that they are coming right in my direction, meaning I'm going to have to deal with these little shits.

Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me.

“HEY MR. MAN, DESU!”

FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU~

No sooner did one spot me then the whole lot of them began clambering for my attention. I do not need this right now. All I want to do is shovel my drive way and go back inside where it is warm. Now I have to dispose of these pests, because now they will just try to dig their way through the snow to my...front...door...

I am a genius.

“Hey Jissou,” I call out to them, wading my way through the snow. “Stay right there.” I tower over the lot of them, like the statue of Zeus. As if sensing my godly stature, the Jissou begain beg and plead at my feet like devoted worshipers. Take me as your pet, give me food and candy, I'm cold, I'm tiered, etc. I remain stoic until they relax. “Now then, I would like to...”

“Mr. Man, desu.” Damn it. I look down to see who had the gal to interrupt me. It's a young Jissou, about the size of a 20oz soda bottle. She says nothing more, just stands there holding what looks to be a pea pod in her outstretched paws. Gingerly, I reach down and pick it up. Holding it as close to my face as I can, I can see that it is a maggot, cold and stiff as ice. Her face is literally frozen in an expression of blissful slumber.

It is now that I realize that the crowd of Jisosu in front of me is completely made up of adults, the 20oz Jissou is one of the smallest ones there. No maggots, no thumbs, no kojissou of any sort. The scenario plays out in my mind: all these Jissou must have been living together or at least in close proximity in one of those Jissou shanty towns. The green dresses are not the most thermally insulated articals of clothing in the world. Last nights snowfall must have been too cold, all the Jissou children must have frozen solid. The adults probably survived due to their larger body mass and thicker layer of fat insulating them. Even so, most of the Jissou in the crowd are shivering and many show signs of frost bite. I almost feel sorry for the little bastards.

The feeling quickly passes. I've learned the hard way that feral Jissouseki can not be domesticated. It simply can not be done, it just can't. Let's just say I'm once bitten, twice shy. Even so, this maggot ice cube in my hand was still someone's (something's?) child. I assume because of her small size, this maggot must be one of the Jissouseki's first children, and hence why she would carry it with her despite it obviously being dead. I need to break the bad news to her with the care and sensitivity of a doctor in a trauma ward.

"She's dead."

Ok, care and sensitivity of Dr. House in a trauma ward.

"Maggot-chan is..." I can barely see her small face in the crowd. Despite being already blue with cold, it still somehow managed to turn a darker shade of blue. As I understand it, this is a common reason for a Jissou who is afraid or manically depressed. I even can hear her faintly crying "Dee...dee...dee...". This is breaking my heart, not because I feel sorry for her or feel her sadness is disingenuous. It's mainly sad because I know Jissou's short attention span will make her get over her child's death in less then an hour. Unless she's one of those million in one Jissouseki loses the will to live when their child dies. Whatever.

"Listen to me Jissouseki." Aside from the 20oz Jissou, I have the gaggles full and undivided attention. Each looked up at me as though I were specifically talking to her. "Over there is my house, where you shall all live." A cheer arose from the Jissou. I am a preacher and had just shown my flock the promised land. Once their enthusiasm died down, I continued. "Only it is blocked by a blanket of snow..."

"What snow, desu?"

Don't get mad, stay cool and remain patient.

"This," I scooped up a ball of snow off the ground, "is snow." I could hear the gears turning in their heads and see the lightbulbs poping on one by one. Dimmist light bulbs since Edison, but they seemed to comprehend.

"Oh, white stuff is snow desu."

"Snow is cold stuff too desu."

"Shit snow, get out of my way to Mr. Man's house desu."

"I kill snow, Mr. Man make me his favorite pet desu."

"I kill more snow then you, Mr. Man like me better desu."
Actually that worked out better then expected. I won't have to go through a long explanation, telling them to clear all the snow away from my driveway. Some how their mixed up logic actually took the little information I gave them and spit out what I wanted. A million to one accident most likely, it couldn't be duplicated. But there they go, busy bee's following the hive mind. They attack the snow coating my drive way with gusto. Their stubby arms fling wads of snow left and right so enthusiastic that I have a hard time believing they are the same Jissou who just moments before stood huddling half to death. It's actually incredible, like watching ants carrying leaves (did I make that analogy already?).

First I need to take a moment to make sure they aren't paying attention to me. Good, it looks like all of them are to busy "killing" the snow to notice me head back into the house. All except the 20oz Jissou, she's still in shock, curled up fetal style on the sidewalk. Whatever.

Back inside, I congratulate myself on tricking the Jissou to do my dirty work for me. Once they are done they'll just stand around like idiots waiting for me to let them inside. They'll probably be thinking "Oh no, Mr. Man is late. But he'll come for us, we're his beloved pets." I wonder if I can find some more Jissou for the next snowfall...what's this in my hand? Oh, it's the frozen maggot. I cast off my heavy snow clothing and make my way to the kitchen.

On my counter I leave a cutting board for, well, cutting things. I set the maggot on the board and just look at it for a while. When you see a Jissouseki not moving, it doesn't look real. It looks like some ugly plastic doll. I've gotten use to seeing them moving around, creeped me out the first time I saw one. However looking at this frozen maggot once again reminds me of how unnatural they look. It's actually kind of cut in a way, with its eyes closed blissfully and it's tongue hanging out like a dog. In fact, I think it actually is smiling. I wonder what will happen if I hit it with this meat tenderizer.

CRACK! TINGLE TINGLE TINGLE!

As my hammer connects, I notice it really is quite solid. Normally a maggot would splatter it's guts everywhere with the lightest of touches. This son bitch was barely damaged. Partially, maybe, because I hit it off center, smashing off it's tail and sending frozen chunks of maggot meat across my kitchen counter. Her stocking has even frozen to her skin, coming off just like it was part of her body. But even then, most of it's lower torso is still attached. Damaged beyond recognition, but not entirely severed. It's head and chest haven't even been damaged at all.

While I'm not a habitual abuser, I do enjoy ending a Jissou's worthless life every now and whenever. This however was not satisfying at all. Maybe because it's already dead. Maybe because it didn't scream or splatter. Maybe because it didn't drive me into a murderous rage before I smashed it. Meh I'll clean it up latter. I wonder how the Jissou are doing with my driveway.

I peak through my blinds, just in case they might catch a glimpse of me and lose focus. All of them seem to be working hard as bees, except 20oz still. Get over it, I just smashed your maggot to bits. Ok, only a few bits, but she's not in one piece any more. It seems that some of the Jissou are experimenting with different ways to remove the snow. One of them seems to have got the bright idea (sarcasm) of eating the snow. Although she seems really determined, she's already turning dark blue from the cold. Without her hood she looks like the retarded cross between a cat and a smurf, I wonder if that's where James Cameron got the idea for Avatar.

Elsewhere, three Jissouseki are displaying something rare for their species: teamwork and co-operation. And by that I mean that two of them have picked up a third (most likely unwilling) Jissou and have begun to use her as a shovel. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Another Jissou is showing uncharacteristic ingenuity as well. She seems to have figured out that her internal temperature is higher then the melting point of snow. Actually I take that back, she probably doesn't understand that. But she has figured out that her warm, foul bowel movements can melt snow. This is disgusting. What's she doing now...gross. She's eating the green snow melt shit combo, most likely to reload. Ugg, at this rate my driveway will be snow free, but covered in Jissou shit. Wonderful, maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

I think I'll just let it pan out. Enough watching those fraggles play in the snow. I wonder what's on TV. Oooo, a documentary on mollusks. This should be fun-ducational. I'll check back on the Jissou at the commercial break.

To be concluded.

>>89

Dude, I was intending to put emphasis on PTLD's dumb side in the upcoming conclusion of this arc, but you saw it already. Good job. So yeah, as she was made from the jissouseki model, she has a lot of their traits, her mind being no exception.
You were also spot on for David.
While I'm at it, I want to take my time on this conclusion but I can already say it will be centered on several kinds of mindfuck.

As for you story, well, it's ongoing but I already like the protagonist. Simple yet effective. I'll look forward to part 2.

>>90

Welcome back. I sure hope you'll be able to write despite your convalescence.

Keep it up! I haven't visited in days, and was pleasantly surprised by the progress this thread has made.

Just a short one for now, until I flesh out a better large story.

Home, finally. After 2 long weeks on the road, a delayed flight, a delayed flight that hit turbulance nonetheless, my taxi getting stuck in traffic, and the heavens opening up as soon as I got out of the cab, finally I am home. I took off my coat and jacket, cursed the cold Chicago temperature of November, and started toweling myself down. Then I heard it. You know what I'm talking about. The phone started ringing. I really need to just get rid of this damn land line, and only use my cellphone, I hear people are doing that these days. Do I bother to answer? Damn might be the job.
"Hello, Joseph speaking"
"SHIT JOE HOLY SHIT!"
It was Chait, my college room mate and occasional bowling partner. He was riled as usual
"Calm down Chait, what is going on?"
"I uh, I need your help!"
"With?"
"Just get over here! I've been calling for the past 3 hours where have you been?!"
"I've been in Houston for the past 2 weeks damnit! I just got home, can't this wait?"
"Oh, oh I see"
"Nothing that important?"
"It's just, Helen, she, she found something"
"Found what?"
"Some kind of animal, I've never seen it before"
"An animal?" I was intrigued. I may work in insurance, but Biology was always a favorite subject of mine.
"It talks"
"..."
"I um, could use a fresh pair of eyes"
"You've found an animal that talks?"
"It's kind of humanoid"
"Oh really?" My skepticism must have been obvious by now, "How is it humanoid? Does it have two arms and legs?"
"Well not exactly"
"Uh huh"
"It came with clothes"
"With clothes?"
"With clothes"
"... Ok Chait, I tell you what, you give me Dave's number right now, because whatever drugs he hooked you up with have got to be fucking amazing and I could use some"
"Please Joe, I'm serious, I need help with this, thing"
I could sense he was serious. Either one of my closest friends had utterly lost his mind, or humanity had stumbled upon a new species. Either way, it looks like my hot shower would have to wait. I changed my clothes at least, called another cab and met Chait in front of his house. At least the rain had let up, and he seemed genuinely shaken.
"So where is it?"
"Inside. But let me warn you, this is bizarre"
"Oh I'm sure", I said as I followed him in. I looked around. I noticed his terranium was out on his coffee table.
"I hope you haven't bought another monitor lizard"
"Look inside"
And so I did. I saw a moving specimen that looked like a fat green snake with a human face. I had read about a Japanese fish that had a human looking face design on it's back, and that's what I initially thought of. Until it "noticed" me. The fact that it looked up at me and reacted to me, scared me, and I took a few steps back, which were hastened by what sounded like baby noises saying "puni" and "refu". I kept backing up until I reached the wall, feeling one of Chait's paintings dig into my back. But I didn't avert my gaze, and I didn't move forward, I followed the wall until I was out the door. It was just then I noticed Chait was talking to me.
"Joe! Joe can you hear me!"
"Y-yeah, I can hear you"
"You were spacing out there"
"Can you blame me, what is that..." I couldn't even get the word "thing" out of my mouth. To acknowledge it as a an object and not an illusion frightened me. Even though I knew that this was what he was talking about when he called me.
"Pretty bizarre huh? Actually I've called up Dave to come over and have a look at this"
"What's he going to do? Smoke it?"
"He says he's heard of it. Want to go see it again?"
"No thanks I've seen enough, I'm going home"
"But Joe come on, I need someone to watch it while I go out" he said in a slightly less imperative tone than before, but I was already sprinting down the street.

I was back at my place soon enough. And doing my best to forget about the bizarre abomination I saw over at Chait's. I wondered if someone had screwed a snake and the DNA had somehow miraculously combined. Heh, now that's pretty damn stupid. I sat up watching my tv in bed. Boring news, boring reruns. I switched over to Cartoon Network. If it's not something I can wrap my mind around at least it's something I can ignore.
I couldn't believe I was still up 1am, I thought to myself as I looked over at the clock. I looked back to the television but another show was on. There was some strange looking cartoon character on the screen just looking forward. It was a fat little hominid with a harelip, and small tufts of hair sticking out of it's green hoodie.
"Man the Japanese dream up some cr-"
"Hello Mr Man, please let me live here desu" Suddenly I felt acutely aware of my situation. My television is on a timer and had gone off 30 minutes ago even though I had fallen asleep with the lights on.
"I'm very small and I don't eat much desu" it said. I must be still dreaming, something like this shouldn't exist. It was like a teddy bear but was clearly alive. What was it doing in my room? Then I became aware of it's smell. It smelled like trash. Oh you don't smell things in a dream. I shook myself fully awake and flung myself out of bed. I could feel resistance on the covers as I pulled them down on my way off the bed.
"DESUU!" I heard it cry followed by a small thump when it hit the floor. It was on the other side of the bed. Then I remembered, my bat was right next the dressed. I reached for it, but I could find it. I dared not turn my head to look for it, as my eyes were darting around the room searching around for the little goblin that was just talking to me. And presumably also stinking up the room.
"Where is it?" I thought to myself as I reached around. I heard footsteps, circling the bed. I suddenly had flashbacks to watching Child's Play on VHS after my parents had gone to sleep. My only light coming from the hall made this scarier. Then it appeared around the corner, in it's hand was
"TAKE THAT SHIT HUMAN DESU!", it yelled as it flung a wad of green mud right in face. Instinctively I lunged back, expecting acid or blades or something.
"Stupid shit human, making me fall off bed" it said mockingly. Suddenly I realized something.
"That's not mud", I said, wiping the green excrement from my face. The creature then began to taunt me with laughter.
"Tepupupu you stinky Mr Man now".
I'm not an angry man. In fact I'm generally a calm guy. I work with emotional and sometimes downright histrionic people, and have learned how to keep my cool. But that's in an office setting. When faced with something that's against the laws of nature my insouciance becomes panic. And when covered in poop it becomes anger. I lunged at the taunting creature and smashed it with my fist.
"DESHAAGHNnnn!" And other strange noises emitted from it's feeble form as I mashed it's face into the floor. Suddenly I felt a twinge of guilt. I had just killed another living creature. And not just an animal for food, but a conscious life form, for no reason other than anger. Had I committed murder?
"Could I get into trouble for this? I must get rid of the body somehow" I said to myself. I must not get caught, I wish I could take back the last 5 minutes and just take the creature and leave it outside. I made a vow right then and there that I would not let something like this happen again. I must have been pondering this for a while, because out of the corner of my eye I saw movement of the body. But wait, movement on the body, not of the body.
"Hello Mr Man rechi" said a miniature shit covered version of the thing I had just killed.
"My sister and I would be honored if you would let us stay here rechi, we're very small and don't eat very much" it said, in a squeaky child's voice. And then it held up it's "sister"
"Belly squishy, rub puni, refu!" said and even squeakier voice.
You know, I never very good at keeping vows.

I always liked stories which dealt with someone discovering the jissouseki. And this one deals especially well with a regular citizen's confrontation to the impossibility of a Jissou's existence. It may be short, but I enjoyed it a lot.

My turn ! Continued from >87 :

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PTLD - Good Night

Everything was quiet in the jissou family's room.
A whole room all for themselves. There were four green little futons, each tailored for its designated owner's size. Every single furniture here is jissouseki-shaped. The little desk and chair, the lamp, the toilets, the tissue dispenser...even the damn wallpaper.
As expected from pets, they all have colors different from green The grown child sleeps with her head covered by the blanket. The twin kojissous, sleeping together, are a little rowdier according to their messed-up blanket. As for the maggot, which had roughly the size of a potato, it was gently squirming in its bed, letting out cute little sighs every now and then.
3:30 AM. Time for the wake up call.

"WARSAW, RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE ! desu."

They obviously weren't used to hear someone yelling at the top of their lungs this early in the morning. I heard some "sprrts" meaning that their pet-class bowels didn't resist.

"What's happening, techi ?"

"Mama refu ?"

They get up, and get the first bluish tint they had in a long time.
I stand in front of the door, a knife under the throat of their mother.

"Hey, that's a damn fine room you have there, you pukebag, desu. How naive is that poor Mr.Man for you to have coaxed him into spoiling you like that, desu ?"

"No, I am good Jissou, I do as I was taught, desu !" Answers she with a surprising amount of self-control. "Me and my children love Master, desu !"

I raise my right eyebrow in disbelief. I never heard this kind of defense before, but...She seriously expects me to believe that ? Love isn't something a Jissouseki is capable of, period. Plus, this house has everything of the crazy jissou Mrs.Lady's den. Also, urgh ! Look at that mother's outfit. It's so cutesy it's disgusting.
I don't answer to her statement, and look at the children. So...where do I begin ?

"Belly soft and squishy, please rub, refu !"

I grin. Jissou abuse is and art where inspiration never runs dry.
I make the mother fall on her knees, and rummage through the utility belt I just recently finished while moving to the maggot. That makes it very happy, and it wags its little tail in expectation, panting. However, it only utters a "te?" when I put my hand on its head.
I'm no specialist in jissou morphology, but I know oversized maggots like this have a peculiar trait : Their brain never grows as complex as other jissous of the same size, but evolved. That means they are the most suited to certain tricks involving long, pointy things, and a special kind of sadism.
The poor little fucker was too busy wondering if a head grabbing can be considered a good step towards the belly rubbing delight to realize that a beading needle was swiftly going through its skull.
The same couldn't be said for the mother.

"MAGGOT-CHAN ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER DESUUU-

"Continue shitting through your mouth and I eat you baby alive, desu."

She instantly shuts up. Weird, normally I use this kind of threat when I want to blame a maggot's death on a dumb matriarch. That Jissouseki seems dangerously crafty.
I then tie a knot with the two ends of the synthetic thread. The maggot still hasn't understand what was happening, just perplexed at my weird actions and upset about them not resulting in a delicious belly rub. Finally, I take a bit of tape, and cover its anus with it. Done ! I put on my fashionable new necklace, and turn around to display it to the whole family.
The children shit themselves. The mother does not, and charges towards me.

"Please desuun ! Release Bibbie-chan, she didn't do anything to you desuuun !"

She's way shorter than me, and barely manages to touch her baby with her paws by jumping. She doesn't even try to strike me, she just wants her maggot back. How touching. The result is rather pitiful, though : A mother jissouseki, jumping in place and trying to grab the grub hanging from my neck. All it does is making the maggot swing from side to side, giving him the bluish tint I find so hilarious. Even worse, she's making it crap, something she doesn't want to happen since there's the tape on its ass.

"Tummy hurts, rehi ! Mama save, repyeeeeen !"

"Hey, stop stupiding you cunt, desu. You're only hurting him by doing that, desu. So wise up and realize the only way is to not piss me off, desu." Of course, that's wishful thinking, there's no way a Jissouseki would let reason come before emotions, so...
What the hell ?
She stands back, a fire in her eyes, saying to the maggot she will save it.
Okay, I stand corrected. This one is one tough cookie. It's difficult enough for me to thoroughly kick a Jissouseki's ass inside a Mr.Man's house as it is. If I have a overly sophisticated Jissou on my back, It's gonna be even more of a pain in the ass.
I'm gonna need some time to find a good plan.

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The dangerous weird jissou had ordered Stella and her children to do as usual and pretend she was not here. But that is impossible, it is too early, it is forbidden by Master. But weird jissou keeps poking Bibbie-chan. She always has this evil stare. Stella is afraid, but she must stay calm for maggot-chan. No use running away, the outside is dangerous, and maggot-chan would be killed. But Stella is good, smart jissouseki, she will find something. For now, they make breakfast.
The dangerous weird jissou sits on a chair away from them. She is the wrong way, her head is over the back, half buried in her arms. She is staring at Stella. The gaze is terrifying, it feels like she could leap at them now and tear them apart like a wild beast. Stella tries to ignore it, but maggot-chan is still hanging from the evil jissou's neck. She's crying. The thing in her head hurts, and she wants to poo.

"Refeeee, want not thing in the way of poo...Belly hurts, repyeeeen...Want mama, repyeeeeen..."

Stella is sure Maggot-chan is bigger than usual. Poo stays inside, it makes her swell and hurts her. Her yellow clothes are stretched. She tries to escape, wriggling her cute little arms, but it is useless.
And the evil jissou still stares. She completely ignores Bibbie's pain. Why is she so evil ? Come back, Master...
No ! Stella is alone, she must find a way.

"Where do you come from, desu ?" Asks Stella in the most confident way she can muster.

"Oh, I live in the neighborhood, desu. Usually I don't go making a mess this close to my house, but the invitation was just too endearing this time, desu."

"Do you have a Master, desu ?" The evil jissou laughs.

"...Well, do you, desu ?"

"Yes, de ! Master David is our Master, desu ! I am a good Jissou so I do anything for Master, de !"

Silence.

"Don't give me that crap, desu. You Jissouseki can say "Master" all you want, you just don't have it in you. You're failures who do everything out of egoism, desu. The loyalty trait was put in the prototypes way after your birth, desu."

Stella doesn't understand what the evil jissou said, but she's sure Master will. She takes the cookie jar, and goes to the cupboard. She puts it right beside the thing Master told her to activate if there's trouble, and pushes the button. "Wh...What do you mean, de?"

"Of course I can't expect a failure like you to understand, desu...Look, I'm the evolved version of you, better in every way, made to be the best pet there is for Mr.Men, desu. They wrote loyalty in my genetic code." The evil jissou's face lit up even more. "If I live with a Mr.Man, after a while he becomes my Master and I can't ever ever betray him until one of us dies; Mr.Men at the lab called that "bonding", desu. " Stella tried to follow, but it was really complicated, and the twins were calling for more chocolate. "So don't you fucking dare boasting to know what having a Master is, desu."

"So, who is he, desu ?" She knew she probably didn't give a question that followed up the evil jissou's rant, but it's her fault for talking too much !

"...What ? You mean if I had one, desu ? Only my Dad, and when he died, I escaped, desu."

She could understand this time, but it did not seem all that useful to her. But Master will. He is a genius !

"There were no Mr.Man who wanted you next, desu ?" The evil jissou seems surprised, and looks innocently into the air.

"Well since my birth I was meant to be eventually sold to a powerful Mr.Man in Japan, desu. I think it was a general, so they put military stuff in my room, along with failed prototypes, desu."

Mmh...Didn't understand. Next question !

"But won't your Master be upset you hurt cute and good jissous like us, dechun ?"

This time, her eyes grew wide.

"BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAdesu" She was laughing so hard that maggot-chan got shaken up, worsening her sickness. "You are so friggin' hilarious, desu ! Of course Mr.Men won't be upset, nobody loves Jissouseki, desu !"

"It...It is not true, Master David loves us, de..."

"Oh, gimme a break, desu. Only crazy jissou-Mrs.Ladies love you, desu. Mr.Men as far too gallant and courageous to like such a pitiful species, desu ! Take 1944 for instance, there were guys in some town named Poland overrun with Nazis, but they never surrendered, desu !"

"Stella knows about that, desu !" Said the pet Jissou, extremely proud to catch on with the evil Jissou's speech, although she could feel something was off about said speech. "But those would have loved cute Jissouseki like us, dechun ! The Nazis would have been abusers, desu !"

"Wha..? You're insulting, desu ! There's no way evil things like Nazis were Mr.Men, They must have been some kind of giant space jissous or something, desu."

Weird, Stella did remember something different from the books. She wanted to protest, but the evil jissou was back at giving her hateful stare.
During all this time, Mimy, Nana and Fiona had all been quietly eating their early breakfast, making just enough fuss to look like messy children during a birthday. They never were very aware of their surroundings, but right now it was a blessing. Stella is thankful they, at least, don't feel the anguish her and Bibbie are going through.

"Sleepy, Mama, techi. We go to bed, techi."

"And then we play with birthday present from Master, techi !"

"No, Nana-chan, desu. We still have to save maggot-chan, desu."

"How we do that, techi ?"

"I do not know, I will think of something, desu."

Stella looks back to Bibbie-chan. She has calmed down a bit, more from exhaustion than relief. Still, it's good enough to lighten her mother's burden.
Which gets increased sharply when she sees the newly lit fire in the evil jissou's eyes. She's grinning again.
Time is up.

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So she really is effectively house-trained, huh ? Guess the owner of this house really is functionally retarded. Pity, but even Mr.Ladies have their jissouseki-loving black sheep. Still, I absolutely cannot let any property of hers be damaged. Last time at the factory was painful enough.

"Alright retards, go back to your room, desu."

They don't make me repeat myself and go right away. I get up and follow them, giving a push to my grub-lace. That fires up her whining factory, making the mother whimper. Good, I always feel better with cries of distress within earshot.
So anyway, there was something odd on the ugly little piano in the living room. "Stella" was engraved on the right side. Of course, that raised some red flags, but it's only when the palish pink-dressed little shit talked about birthday that it became a certitude.
The crazy Jissou-Mrs.Lady had actually given things to that jissou. Meaning, that's property I can ruin without any backfire. That will prove useful in a pinch.

"Hey, fatass" say I to this Stella. "Where's the most expensive birthday gift you got, desu ?"

"Expensive, de ?" She went slightly blue when she saw that her answer irritated me. "It...it must be the ja-kou-zi Master gave us, decha !"

What the fuck ? A jacuzzi for herself ? Well, that does qualify as expensive, kudos for guessing the meaning.
I make them guide me to the bathroom, and, in-fucking-deed, there was a miniature green pool with complex electric devices, and little holes on the inner sides.
That Mrs.Lady must be half Jissou, there's no other explication.

"Get that ready, desu."

All the children are overjoyed, including the fucking maggot. Well of course, what can you expect ? Jissouseki remain jissouseki, even when they're spoiled like that. The mother is happy too, but at least shows some restraint. She knows something is up, not that it requires a PhD in rocket science.
The three juvenile jissous begin to carefully remove their dresses while the mother prepares the bath.
I kneel over the two little kojissous...

"Chuwa !"

In mere seconds, they become unable to move their arms anymore. Elastics are tying up their bodies. Fortunately for the kojissous, They are weak enough to neutralize them without putting their bodies at risk. The eldest child looks at me with a baffled look, her left boot in her paws.

"There's only one suitable way for Jissouseki to undress, desu."

I grab the bottom of her blue dress. This time, she understands instantly.

"N...no, teee..."

And I rip it apart.
It's already terrible for all jissouseki, but for one who never experienced cruelty, it's like a nuclear warhead just hit your hometown before your eyes.

"OROROROROOOOON !"

I can't help but grin hearing her anguished wail, as I mercilessly, yet slowly, finish the work. She's copiously crying, yelling like a damned soul, trying, to no avail, to protect her treasured dress, her stubby arms flailing pathetically in the air. Her panties are, even now, reasonably clean. They will stay in that state, now that they're four meters away from their owner. I briefly let her run to the scattered pieces of fabric, wailing as she puts them together. Around her, the twins stop struggling against the elastics, awestruck by the fate of their big sis, losing her so carefully maintained grace. As for the mother, she's frozen in place, moving her eyes back and forth between the humiliation of her eldest child, and the pain of her youngest, madly swung around by my quick movements. The two of them form a hellish cacophony, overlapping each other's wails, one of distress and sorrow, the other of pain and extreme confusion.
When she has put together on the floor the pieces of cloth, wearing herself a half-torn dress revealing her oversized belly and bald spots of her skull, the eldest dares, while wiping the sweat off her forehead, utter a relieved "Techiii...".
Which quickly transforms into a "TE ?" when she sees me gathering the fruit of her pursuit into my hands, and into a "NOOO TECHAAAAA" when she sees me flushing it down the toilet.
I may have unconsciously made the famed troll-face at that moment.
She rushes to the jissou dress disposal unit. Red and green tears fall into the water as she tries hopelessly to recover her outfit. Her bare ass, stained green, is showing to her entire family, who prudely looked away. Apparently they held cleanliness and decency in high esteem, making this humiliation all the more horrible for the little pig.

"Weird Jissou-chan, you jerk, teeen...Why do this to a cute little Jissou like me, teeeen..."

Undeterred by that plea, I pull her off the toilet, and hold her into the air. She looks absolutely terrified, and little nuggets of shit drops on the floor. I restrain myself from punching her into paste, and get rid of the last remnant of clothing instead.
When it's done, I put her back on the floor, grab each one of her strands of blonde hair, and tear them off in a single pull. The sudden pain makes her emit a stream of shit out of her ass. You didn't know what pain feels like, little girl ? As she's almost choking on her saliva trying to catch her breath, I grab the frontal hair, and tear it in a large motion, sending her flying into a corner.

"And here you go, desu. No tricks, no illusions, just the plain naked truth of a species of obese, deformed piglets, desu."

Usually, this is where the complaining comes in. But not this time. Around me, all I can see is paralyzing terror. The child is now completely bald-naked, looking exactly like the lowest of the low. She doesn't even try to get up. She's fainted from shock, but her bowels continue to empty themselves, as she's shaken by spasms. She's so humiliated, she can't even find solace in unconsciousness. Anybody walking in there would have taken her for a filthy feral Jissouseki just one molecule of pheromone away from sending someone into a blind rage.
Their perfect little world has been dealt a devastating blow. And it's just the beginning.
I point a class 1 (not dangerous) laser towards Stella's left eye.

"In the jacuzzi. Now, desu."

She hesitates. She's terrified, as well as shaken up by the very disturbing natural process that fires up in her body. Plus, she seems reluctant to go into the jacuzzi with her clothes on. But doesn't really have a choice, as my hand is still threatening the maggot, which really begins to get bloated from shit.

"D...Dee...Feels very weird, dee..."

"Quit whining, that's pregnancy, and you obviously experienced this before, desu."

"N...No ! My cute children were all born naturally, desu !"

"What in the name of fuck could you possibly mean, desu ?"

"W...Well, it was M...Master, he...", she stammers, blushing.

...Sanctified stepmother of shit.
Ever read Gintama ? You should.
Anyway, the face I made at this moment could only be described as the Gintama Shocked Face.
This batshit insane jissou-Mrs.Lady has knocked that monster up.
So, yeah, I guess in this case it's the first time she got a red-eye pregnancy. When impregnated by...that, the right eye turns green for a while, and one or two weeks later, pops out a single Jissou, usually a thumb-chan. But that's one piece of information I carefully locked away in my mind.
There are some things that aren't meant to be believed, and the ability for jissous to be fathered by Mr.Men are one of them. It's my face's turn to turn blue. It...just cannot fucking be. This Mrs.Lady is three quarters Jissou. There's no other way.
I'm too shocked to make a single move. It...can't be. It just can't. What the fuck. A Mr.Man...with a Jissouseki. No way.
For thirty seconds, the room turns silent, save from the gentle bubbling of the jacuzzi. Then, the mother begins panting, pawing at her growing belly.

"I...I don't want more children, dee...Master won't be pleased, desuun..."

She's torn between her duty as a pet, and her instincts as a mother. She's a good jissou, she can't let them die...But they will be too many, this will empty her Master's fridge...But then again, it's not her fault if she's making children...But a mother must take care of her babies...
In her inner turmoil, she forgets about her tormentor, and even about her other children's state.

I haphazardly move to the jacuzzi, my mind blank. Stella is too focused on her pregnancy to notice me. The complex device fills my vision, and my head is moving on its own.

"D...Decha !"

A maggot, coated in transparent green slime, pops out to the water's surface. The mother catches it, and instinctively licks it before putting it in the shallowest area. Then another comes. Then another.

"Stop coming out, dee...It can't convince Master to take care of too many, desu..."

What's this ? There's a little toothed wheel surrounded by symbols. There's a jissou family comprising individuals from all ages, then only the adult, thumb-chans and kojissous, then only adults and kojissous, then only the adult. The wheel is pointing at the entire family.
This restarts my mind. I smirk and turn the wheel.
I hear little squeals. The bubbles got slightly stronger. When a maggot pops out, it's shaken up by the trembling water. The coating slime protects it from spilled droplets, though. There are already five maggots in the maggot-safe part of the jacuzzi, where there isn't any bubbles. The mother didn't noticed anything, focused as she is on her new offspring.
I crank it up another notch. The waters gets a little hotter, and bigger bubbles come bursting to the surface.

"De ?"

At last, she notices me, and tilts her head to the right, holding her seventh maggot.

"Don't do this, desu." She says casually. "Master only does that when I'm alone, think of the maggot-chans, desu." I look at her, still a little dazed, and let my eyes drift to the bunch of maggots wriggling in the shallow part.

"Whaddya talking about, desu ? You're giving birth into a fucking jacuzzi, you're the one at fault, desu."

She looks at me with a dumb look on her face. Slowly, but faster than average, she understands what I mean.

"But...You said to go in it, desu !"

"Yeah, in order to save a maggot...By killing a lot more, desu." She gasps as the eighth grub pops out, its older brother still coated in slime in their mother's paws. "Yeah, that's right, you're a retard and a mass murderer, just like every jissou in the wild, desu."

Something blows up inside her mind, just like something blew up in mine not three minutes ago. I think I found her weakness. A mixture of anger and terror invades her face as she tries to get out of the jacuzzi. Unfortunately, she's far too weakened by her pregnancy, and her dress, now gorged with water, only weighs her down. She could hardly get out of a classical birthing toilet, but certainly not something which is almost as tall as she is.

"N..No ! Maggot-chans, run !" She yells to her newborns, weakly pushing one of them with her paw to make it go down the little slide, especially made for maggots the be able to get out themselves should they become weary. And their answer...

"Tettere~! Water feels good, refu !"

"Punipuni !"

"Hungry, refu !"

Is to remain right where they are. But, hey, what's wrong with this indicator, it's cranked to the point where it should be dangerous to thumb-chans, and yet...

"Recha !"

Ah, of course, security warnings appear as soon as there's a risk, not when there's a 100% mortality rate. Although if I were a politician, I would make a bill like that : "Dangerous for jissous" can only be applied when every single test subject die in a satisfactorily horrendous manner. Yeah, that would be nice.
At any rate, a big bubble bursts in the kojissou's part of the jacuzzi, creating a ripple that pulls one of the maggots in the drawback. It's surprised, and swallows a good mouthful of water. "Rehi !" It wriggles, only making itself turn on its belly, face under the water. It wriggles some more, trying its best to jump out of the water. "Repupu !" It tries to cough water out.
Stella, of course, sees this, but she has her hands busy. She tries to push back her maggot onto the safe platform, only to punch its malleable head into flatness. "DECHA !" She tilts her body to the right to catch the maggot with both hands, but forgot she was holding one already, and that two were on the waiting list, floating to the surface, the protective coating slowly disintegrating. She gets back to the one she let go. Her sudden movements make another maggot drift into the deeper parts. The first one is about to lose to the water. The tenth maggot pops out. She panics.
Not enough. Sometimes, you have to push it to the limit...

"De...DEE ?"

...And walk along the razor's edge.

"NOOOO DECHAAAAAAA !"

And suddenly, the biggest bubbles the jacuzzi can muster break loose. The first maggot to have fallen victim to the waters is sent flying to the side of the jacuzzi by a jumbo bubble, finishing its already weakened skull. Stella does the mistake of flailing her arms madly, trying to gather as much maggots as possible against her body. But the maggots are shaken by the bubbles way too much, and she can't get a hold of any. Instead, she messes with the water more than necessary, pulling no less than three maggots into the fiery liquid.

"STOP MOVING STUPID BABIES, DECHA !"

At the same time, the temperature rises slowly but surely. "Refu ? REFU ?" The surviving maggot's skin turns reddish, and they flail their bodies even more, but it soon becomes suffocating because of the vapor. "Mama refeeeee". Stella wails in panic as a twelfth maggot is born. There are more than ten little grubs drowning, cooking, and headbutting plastic around her, and she can't seem to save even one. Her face is a delicious mix of every strong emotion a Jissouseki can experience : Fear, Anger, Despair and Excitement. Fear is the bluish tint, Anger is the throbbing veins and pointy teeth, Despair is the abundant red tears, and Excitement is her panting and tongue sticking out (and bitten by her own fangs) due to labor. Everything a PTLD can ask for in one single picture. Magnificent.

"Too...hot, repyeeen !"

"Garglfu !"

"Save us rep..ark..pu !"

One brain pops out due to confusion and boiling. Woah. These things are supernaturally fragile. And sure enough, they all die within one minute, half of them indirectly because of their own mother.
I turn the jacuzzi down, cackling like a lunatic. A bunch of grub corpses, with gray eyes and reddish bodies, are floating.

"Aah, there's nothing like a good bubble bath, is it desu ?"

Stella finally gets up, her left eye returning to normal. She looks at me with an intensity I never saw in a jissou before. She talks in a raspy voice.

"I...Will...KILL YOU DECHA !"

She gets out with the grace of a legless ox, and punches me in the guts. She's screaming with a hatred I know all too well. And yet, all she can get out of me is uncontrollable laughter. On my chest, the big maggot wriggles. Its yellow dress as begun to tear apart in some places.

"Stop screaming, mama, repyo ! Too loud rehi !"

This, somehow, seems to reach her.
"Look at what you fucking did, you whore, desu." Say I to her utterly confused self. " They all died, and yet you don't even try to bury them ? What a disgrace, desu." She's shocked by this confrontation to the bestiality she showed in the jacuzzi. Still, her make-believe education kicks in, and she complies, turning her back on me.

"S...Sorry, maggot-chans, I will help you go to heaven, desuun !"

Okay, this way I have enough time to...

"Refu !"

What ?
Oh my. One single maggot has made it down the slide to safety. The mother hasn't noticed its presence though, the jacuzzi blocking her view. I pick it. It's in good shape, it must have escaped through sheer luck just before the Bubble Rampage. I hear a whimper to my right. The bald-naked child has waken up.
I take a bottle out my utility belt, unscrew it, and pour its content on the lucky maggot's head. It smells yummy food, and stretches its little tongue upwards. "Hungry refu !" The bottle happens to contain the honey/toffee mixture I use in the death maze. I go to the humiliated jissouseki, and present the maggot, its body hidden by my hand, showing just the skull coated in the delicacy.

"Hey, I'm sorry for earlier, here, have this candy, desu." I say with my best puppy-eyed face. She seems wary, but a drop of saliva betrays her. The mother is busy collecting the dead maggots, and the twins are comically rolling on the floor trying to get rid of the elastics. It seems to her that the storm is over, and eventually accepts my gift. She closes her eyes, and munches away.

"Thank you, techi...You are nice after all, it is delicious, tech..."

I smirk, and shout at the top of my lungs :

"OH MY GOD SHE'S EATING THE LAST MAGGOT DESU !"

The mother turns around. The daughter open her eyes. The maggot, half of its head eaten, is satisfied with just dying silently, its shit dripping to the floor. Time stops.

"N...No mama it is not like th-" A punch right into her mouth stops her.

"YOU ARE SHIT JISSOU, YOU JUST MURDERED YOUR SISTER DECHA !"

God, is she gonna keep screaming all evening ? Grow some self control.
Her return to pretend kingdom was only temporary. She's completely out of it now, only white hot anger on her face, mercilessly hitting her daughter with the obvious intent to kill. I told ya, all jissous are the same, unable to keep control of themselves at even the slightest incident. Good grief.

"You call that a slightest incident, you PSYCHOTIC BITCH, DECHA ?!!"

Oh shut up, Jissouseki don't know about the fourth wall.
Anyway, while she's busy, I go to the twins.

"Hey girls, I tried to stop your mother, but obviously she's gone crazy and wants all of you dead, desu."

"Te ? No way, techi ! Mama is the best, techi !" This answer wasn't as assured as the kojissou in palish-green dress had hoped. After all, this fabulous mother was pounding their big sis into submission with the subtlety of Zangief.

As a gesture of goodwill, I remove their elastics. Then I take out another item from my belt, and give it to them.

"What is this, techu ?"

"It's a magic wand that calms down bad jissous, desu ! Your mother will be herself in no time, desu ! To make it work, you pull here, desu"

They say "okay techu !" and chirp. Surely I wasn't that bad ! Quick, little kojissous, go calm down mother ! They run towards her, and call for her attention. Her face is still throbbing from anger, but at least she stops ravaging her child's head...
Her eyes become bloodshot when she sees her twins holding a gun, and pointing it at her.

"Pull the thing, Nana-chan, techi !"

"Yes, te !"

A squirt is heard. Yeah, it's only a water gun, there's no way two kojissous could hold a real gun, even together. It doesn't carry water though, but vinegar. I found that, for some reason, Jissouseki are really irritated by the acrid smell. And they hit right in the middle of her face. The children look at her, panting, tongues sticking out, eyes shining in joyful expectation.
They get a kick.

"Y...you...YOU are ALL SHIT dauGHTERS DEEESHAAAA !"

She catches one of the twins, and shakes her vertically as hard as she can. Her scream is worthy of a berserk. The kojissou is shaken up so badly, I can see her intestines come out of her mouth. Meanwhile, the other kojissou cries all the tears in her body while trying to hit her with the "magic wand" again. I can't help but laugh. It's just too much ! So how do you like your cute little Stella-chan now, you crazy jissou-Mrs.Lady ?
After Mimy is thoroughly relieved of her insides, Stella turns around to Nana, a dark aura surrounding her, while little streams of vinegar hit her soaked boots.

"You dare to dirty me, desu ?"

"No mama, stop it, I just want you normal, tee..."

"THEN YOU DARE TO DIE, DESU !"

Holy shit. Was that a Jissou pulling off a good quote ?
She whacks the poor little bastard with her paws in a warrior's scream. Okay, maybe I'm a little bigot-y about all this jissou business, but I know a good opportunity for a power metal background music when I see one.

"There is a force, a power within, within the immortal soul, desu
bright as the sun, stronger than all the power is in control desu
until the end we will defend our brothers and their very land
moving straight ahead
Condition Red Desuuuu Condition Reeeeeed desu"

The badass music encourages her to whack harder. During a fraction of second, she makes me think of me when I was younger. Ah, good times.
Although I totally wasn't a jissou before, don't you mistake me !
Her metal moment, however, quickly fades away when there's nothing left solid enough to hit. She looks around her, panting heavily. The twins are deader than disco, and the eldest, skull crushed, tongue cut in half and shaken by spasms, is halfway into the Great Common Septic Tank, aka jissou paradise. She shivers. Denial would serve no purpose.
Tears come flowing from her eyes, and she falls on her knees.
The despaired cry of her crushed soul echoes through the night.

"Ororororooooooon..." She whimpers after fifty good seconds of screaming. "I...I am shit jissou, desuuuuun !"

"Damn right you are, desu. But, hey, at least you still have Bibbie-chan, right desu ?"

She looks up. The necklace is still alive, albeit in serious trouble. It's twice as large as before, and has gained so much weight, blood could be seen trickling where the thread passes through its skull. It also doesn't wriggle nearly as much as before. I think it's time. I remove it, and show it to Stella.

"Mama close, reffeee...Save, repyeeen"

Stella sniffles, wipes her tears off, and slowly reaches to her maggot. If at least Bibbie is saved, she can be fine in the end.

"Yes, Mama is here, everything will be fine, desu..." She takes the bloated maggot between her paws...
A maggot's fragility cannot be overstated : In a "REBO-" It straight up explodes because of the pressure, smearing her face -and part of my dress, dammit- with blood and shit.

---

The fallen mother can't even muster a wail. She snorts, and falls on the floor, in a fetal position. Spasms shake her, her eyes are dead, drool comes out of her perpetually open mouth.
Bibbie has burst like a balloon. Nana is nothing but paste. Mimy has vomited her organs out. Fiona can't be saved anymore. All her new children died within less than three minutes after their birth. And even if her hearts yells it is all because of the evil jissou, her heart knows that she was weak, and has caused all of their deaths.

"What's this, desu ?" Asks the evil jissou. Stella weakly turns around. The monster is looking at the cupboard of clear wood next to the bathtub. The colored stone, her family's gift to Mistress Samantha and Master David proudly lies on it.

"Our present...to Masters, desu...We love them...it is the truth, desu. That is proof, desu."

"Proof of your love, desu ?" She raises an eyebrow.
Destroy it, evil jissou. It is fine. Even if everything disappears, her love for Master will remain.
But she turns away. Then she says, boredom in her voice...
"It's such a shitty present, I don't even have the heart to throw it away, desu"

Finally, after two wonderful years, she can't hold it anymore. She craps all over herself.
It feels good.

---

Later, we're in the living room. The piglet has silently left the bathroom, leaving a trail of shit dripping out of her filled panties. The house was dead silent. I follow her, intrigued about what's going on in this empty head of hers. One thing is sure, she's devastated beyond my wildest dreams. Even the stupidest jissou couldn't recover from that, and Jissouseki are known for their poor memory.
She goes to the cupboard, opens it, and takes a knife. I back off a little, taking a guarding position. Surprisingly, she doesn't even looks at me.
She proceeds to cut of her clothes and hair.

"Holy...shit...desu." I mutter. I couldn't even fathom a jissouseki doing such a thing spontaneously. Yet here she was, willingly turning herself into an ugly pig out of guilt. She shivers because of the cold, but carries on with strong resolve. Her adult body, full of wrinkles and cellulite, is as ugly as they come, Yet, even with her body naked and her soul crushed, she still carries a certain nobility.
She's too much, such humanity pisses me off. I close my fist, and I'm about to smash her, when I realize she's now pointing the knife against her throat.

"Sorry, Fiona-chan, Mimy-chan, Nana-chan, Bibbie-chan, all my other children, desu. I will go with you in heaven, I will make up for what I did, desu." She says in a calm, solemn manner.

Oh well, If she's willing to do all the work for me...
Suddenly, I hear a car roaring into the distance, getting closer at an alarming rate, then a screeching sound. My heart leaps. No way, could it be...?
I look at the cupboard where she got the knife. There's a radio transmitter next to the cutlery.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

The front door opens. A Mr.Man stands here, a shocked look on his face. Although he only looks like a Mr.Man, because he can only be a three-quarters jissouseki crazy Mrs.Lady in disguise.

"STELLA, NO !"

The little shit looks at him, and drops the knife. Tears come out flowing from her eyes, and she runs towards him, wailing, shit freely pouring out of her ass. Panicked, I swiftly jump to the still opened window. While I'm running, into the cold night, I remember that this putrid cumstain did, at one point, go to this cupboard. And that she got suspiciously curious after that. Congratulations, PTLD, you just said to the devoted mistress of your latest victim you were living right in her fucking neighborhood.
I have two hours to clean up everything of importance and get the hell out of this town.

---

What a cruel twist of fate. Stella told me everything, obviously afraid she wouldn't believe me. But of course I did, after all I couldn't turn off the recording during my fevered drive back to the house. But God did I wanted to. I heard everything that crazy mutant said, an even when they were in the bathroom, I could hear my sweet little pet's cries of pain. And the song. Oh god the song, filled with madness...Yet, I never could stop myself from listening.
Why did that cop's patrol car happened to drive by when I bolted back to our home ? I could have make it in time, but...!
No use blaming anyone. Stella is shell-shocked, refuses our treats, and keeps saying she's shit all the time. It's heart-rending, for me and for my daughter. Maybe she'll never recover, but we have to try. Now, more than ever, she needs our love.

The assailant...I'm sure she's the one Mrs.Fey mentioned, the one that ravaged The Jissou Garden's breeding facility. I've seen many abusers, but she is beyond the cruelty that normal citizens inflict upon Jissouseki. She doesn't do that for relief. Rather, it's her main activity, as a one meter-high serial killer. How unfortunate we were to be in her path.
...Still, something's been bothering me with her.
What she said to Stella...

If I live with a Mr.Man, after a while he becomes my Master and I can't ever ever betray him until one of us dies; Mr.Men at the lab called that "bonding", desu.
Well since my birth I was meant to be eventually sold to a powerful Mr.Man in Japan, desu. I think it was a general, so they put military stuff in my room, along with failed prototypes, desu.

She was meant to be a pet, and yet they chose to raise her to be like that.
Born to love, educated to kill.
You know I consider feral jissous victim of lack of education. It's the same problem for that little one. Maybe she's a crazed killer, but at the core, she's just a young girl who never knew innocence. Thus, revenge is not what's needed. Quite the opposite, in fact...
It's decided.
Starting tomorrow, I'll search for her, and one day, we will stop her from killing ever again.


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Phew, that was a long one. I didn't got to the level of mindfuck I saw in some stories in the archive, but oh well.
I'm hesitating as to what to do next. I though of a one-shot story where PTLD witnesses life in a large jissou colony through a sniper's scope, but I'm unsure if it can really work.
So I'm open to any suggestions you might have.

Okay, It's been way too long since I've been on Gurochan.

Personally speaking I like the PTLD stories. Working with the established canon for so long meant that a lot of the stories were just carbon-copies of a few basic ideas; Jissou-care guides, Infestation clones or Tales of breeding Jissou for torture. There were some notable exceptions to this and some of the big collabs/projects (for Example Civ J and the Exterminator series) were brilliant for that reason. After a while though, everything just sort of got same-y, the only variance really coming from people's writing styles.

This brings me to why I quite like PTLD. Sorry REd, but canon or not it's a great read. A nice mix of humour, top-notch geek references and awesome writing and pacing. I don't honestly think I've been as engaged by a /lit/ piece since the best days of the first thread; it's the same high quality of writing coupled with the fact that it's an original concept.

I can understand REd's frustration, to a degree. Writing within the canon was restrictive at best, repetitive at worst. To see someone new come in and fire off such excellent work purely because they don't use the canon can seem like cheating. The stories I attempted (intended as series, ended up as one-shots due to Uni/Work/being a lazy fucker) were within the canon but attempting a different angle to the traditional-style of Jissou torture that was flooding the board back then. For this reason I still have fond memories of Buni-chan; at the time I don't think anyone had tried to write a first-person narrative about a thumb-chan in a 'pure' environment (i.e. solely Jissou environment, no mr-mens). I digress, InLeaves' stories are well written and enjoyable to even the oldest of hands. Keep up the good work.




Also, since I'm almost chronically bored at the moment, I might pull my finger out and write a few more 'Gauntlet' stories. Seeing some decent new work has stirred something in me...

Green Snow (conclusion)

What is that infernal noise? Uhhh, I guess I fell asleep. "Oooo, a documentary on mollusk." "This should be fun-ducational." God what was I thinking. And what is that fucking noise? Did I leave a tea kettle on or something? It's like there is an air raid siren going off in my kitchen.

As I stumble into the kitchen, still half asleep from watching a show about the life cycle of escargot, I recall the events earlier in the day. Lets see: try to shovel driveway, trick half dead from exposure Jissouseki into doing it for me, smash a frozen Jissou maggot... oh, that can't be the what's making the noise, but here I am looking at 2/3's a maggot bleeding and screaming on my cutting board. Her tail having been smashed off when it was frozen is obviously very painful now that the creature is aware that it's been amputated. I could have sworn it was frozen to death. Who would have thought that would happen.

My mind begins to ponder why this is so. I know some animals hibernate by letting themselves become frozen, but those are frogs and lizards and other coldblooded animals. Jissous are mammals so that means they are warm bl...wait a minute, are they mammals? I mean they got hair, but it doesn't really grow, and they have nipples but they don't milk. Or do they? Is it safe to drink? Would I even want to drink Jissou milk? I can't think with all that screaming.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Ah, that's better. Now where was I? Oh yes. These stupid things, I have no idea what kind of animals they are, if they're warmblooded or coldblooded or what? All that stupid genetic tampering.

...

*Sigh* Duh, Jissou are the result of science playing God. The ultimate pet, a living doll, what better way to store and distribute it peacefully then by being able to cryogenically freeze it. Actually this means that the Jissouseki children are better equipped for cold weather then their mothers. I had originally believed that adults large size and high body fat protected them from the cold, but in reality they are more substitutable. Because they freeze at a much, much slower rate then their offspring, the mama Jissou can't enter the state of suspended animation.

As I clean up the splattered remains of the reanimated maggot, I'm suddenly struck with a horrific image: Jissouseki popping out of the spring snow melt like crocus flowers. This must be how the Jissouseki species survives through the winter. The adults die of exposure and the children hibernate in a frozen state through winter to begin the cycle again in spring. Looks like I'm going to have to get those Jissou mothers to lead me back to their nesting site, someone needs to eliminate the children before they thaw.

That's right, I left the adults outside to work themselves to death clearing my driveway. Ironically, now I hope that at least one of them survived. Luckally my home's entry is sort of a mud room, I can use it as an air lock to keep the bastards out of my household proper. As I expected, as I open my front door about half a dozen Jissou scramble past my feet. I ignore them for now, first I'd like to determine how they did with my driveway.

I'm not sure if it looks better or worse then this morning. They did a surprisingly thorough job, about 98% of the driveway looks clear. Good enough for government work at least. However its now littered with puddles of Jissou shit and Jissou corpses, dead from exhaustion or hypothermia or some combination of the two. I guess in the long run it's easier to toss a bunch of bodies in the trash then shovel a ton of snow. Shit though might stain.

I turn back to the Jissou trapped in my entry. There are five of em that survived, all about knee high. I had hoped they would think the small room was the entire house, but no luck. They paw at the inner door (locked of course, I ain't stupid) that separates them from ruining my home, bitching that they are cold and hungry and what not. I make them promise to be good (not going to hold my breath on it though) while I get some warm food. After locking them inside, I decide to go through my garage rather then running through the snow to my back door. After all, I'm not wearing my snow gear right now.

I take my time to get properly geared and prepare them something cheap to eat, no sense in spending good money on them. When I return, it's through the garage and front door again, I'm not taking any chances. As expected, they've been causing mischief in my absence. Two of 'em are showing some team work trying to open the door to the inside of my house. One of them is on her hands (paws?) and knees, her friend is standing on her back, trying in vain to twist the door knob between her arm stumps. Two of the other ones have decided to pick on the fifth. While one holds down their victim and the other is attempting to shit on her face. I say attempting because, and you might not believe this, she looks to be out of fecal matter. Never thought I'd say that about a Jissou.

Course when they realize I'm back, all attention is on me. Give me food, give me a bath, give me love, she was mean to me, she's no good to be a pet, I fell down and hurt my paw, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, desu.

I distribute food to them, each gets nice hot (cheap) cup-a-noodles soup. It's interesting to see how they react to their meal, as though some part of them recognizes instant ramen as coming from their ancestor's home land. They immediately dig in to what seems to them a feast. Needless to say, there is much gulping and slurping and spilling involved. I'm glad the linoleum won't be too hard to clean after this. One of the Jissou is getting a little too zealous with her food and ends up spilling all over herself. Did I mention the soup was hot?

"DEGYAAAA! SO HOT DEEEEEE~!"

Her soup drenched dress clings to her body, beginning to cook her alive. Already her face and arms have blistered with second degree burns. In a panic she flops on the floor, thrashing about like a fish on a dock. It only makes matters worse, since she's in a puddle of the still boiling lava hot broth. Not long ago she was probably close to freezing to death outside, now she's being scalded to death.

She's dead meat. I'm about to put her out of her misery, and mine, when one of her fellow Jissou approaches her. The Jissou grabs the now red and puffy arm of the dieing Jissou. Is this a last minute show of compassion? A way to help easy the pain of an old friend in her death throes? If you know anything about Jissouseki then you already know the answer.

"He...l...p...mmm...eeeee...deeeeee..."

The plea falls on deaf ears. Ignorant or indifferent to the pain of her peer, the Jissou sniffs the cooked paw she holds in hers. An audible growl emanates from what I geuss is the little monsters gut. That's all the motivation she needs to see the fellow Jissouseki as nothing more then food. She bites down on the paw, easily ripping a chunk of flesh into her drooling maw.

"Delicious, desu."

With that the feeding frenzy begins. The remaining four descend upon their new meal like wild dogs, ripping and tearing their damned comrade into bite sized bits. They rip off her dress and tear open her already sired flesh underneath. Into the new wound they dump what remains of their own ramen cups, now causing the doomed Jissouseki to cook from the inside out.

Not long ago I heard a guy on one of those crackpot late night radio shows. You know the ones about UFOs, Bigfoot and Elvis. They had a guy on with a lot of crank theories about angels and divine intervention and what not. Anyway, getting to the point, he started talking about Jissouseki, saying they were created by a higher being (God, an Angel, something we can't understand or whatever) as a mockery of humanity. It was that entities way of showing us the error of our ways. Now I can follow that a bit, since I've caught myself a few times acting selfishly or with poor manners and thought "Wow, I'm behaving like a Jissou. I'd better stop." But then I see things like I'm witnessing right now. I can think of some horrible things that a person would do to another person who just spilled soup on themselves, but they are an exception not a rule. Most people would do something to help, even if it's just to show a little empathy at their situation. However I don't think I've ever heard of someone cannibalizing another human being because the got burned with hot soup.

And if this is supposed to be some big, complex metaphor then God really needs to make things easier to understand, because I don't fucking get it.

"BURAP! Today's meal was luxurious, desuu."

Where once were five half frozen Jissou now only remain four grotesquely fat Jissou and some scraps of clothing. At least they licked the floor clean, save me the time moping it up. I get to work explaining that I can revive their children and that I need them to take me back to their old homes so I can find them. It takes a while though, they don't want to leave my nice warm home and seem to not give a rat's ass about their offspring. I ultimately convince them to do it by promising to cook all the children that aren't theirs and the Jissou still in the driveway. They just ate their friend and all they can still think about is eating more of their kind. I reiterate: God, I don't understand the message.

I grab my shovel and off we march. For most of the way we are able to follow the trail they were making this morning, but must have been still snowing when the first started out because we soon run out of clear path. Going is slow, we have to keep stopping for them to empty themselves of what remains of ramen noodles and their former friend. Every time I think we are lost and they don't know where they are going, a Jissou half barred in snow confirms we are on the right trail. "I'll pick her up on the way back and put her in the soup pot at home." It's a lie but it motivates them to keep going.

Now I'm pissed. I got scared about the Jissou resurrecting this spring for no reason. I put up with these four bitches only to find that they built their little town in the middle of a drainage ditch. How stupid are they? I'm surprised they haven't all been washed away already. The snow melt is going to take care of the hibernating Kojissou for me. Damn it all, time to let off some steam.

"Okay girls, go get your kids first."

The four of them waddle off in different directions, each looking for her own house (aka: whatever garbage they could use to construct a death trap dwelling for themselves and their litter of packaged retards). I follow one to a large cardboard box half buried in snow. She digs a couple of scoops away to expose a hole cut at the base. "Babies? Are you still dead, desu? We go live with Mr. Man and he make you alive again, desu." As she crawls inside, I quietly start shoveling snow back over the entrance with plenty extra to make sure she can't dig herself out on her own.

What's this tugging at my pants. "I found babies, we go home now desu." It's not a question, its a command, arrogant prick. She holds up a shoebox filled with maggots and thumbs. Somehow I seem to know that they aren't her children, she just grabbed the first bunch she could find. Not far away another Jissou is wandering around calling her children names, all named Jissou-chan apparently. They are frozen, they can't hear you. And even if they could, they can't come to you because they are frozen. Vaguely I remember her as the Jissou that was getting bullied when I came back with the cup-a-noodles, and the one tugging at my pant legs as the one attempting to defecate on her.

"Hey, see her?" I point to the stupid Jissou who thinks her kids will come to her calls. "She's no good. Kill her and we can make her soup first." The bully Jissou understands and heads off to do the dead. As much as I'd enjoy watching, I've got to take care of Jissou four first.

I find her carefully putting her children in a little basket. I wonder where she stole the basket from, though it looks like it might have been thrown away. She seems smarter then the others, having made her home out of a pile of stones. It's still built in the middle of an artificial river, but it is better then the average Jissou hovel. She's singing a little song as she uses her own bib as a blanket to tuck them into the basket. How heart warming, I'd almost feel bad about what I was about to do if I didn't know that she was the first to take a bite out of the scalded Jissou's cooked flesh.

"Here my children, Mr. Man, desu. Are they not cute as I, desu." Without a word, I pick up the basket and set it on the large flat rock that forms the roof of her house. She watches with curiosity as I lift my shovel high into the air. Just as I start to bring it down, the truth dawns on her. "NOOOO! WHAT YOU DO DESSSAAAAAAA!"

SWACK! CLANGK!

Nothing but pebbles of frozen Jissou and splinters of wicker remain when lift my shovel back up. A timely gust of wind picks up the Jissou's bib. She clumsy tries to grab it, but in her grief she falls face first in the snow. Slowly she picks herself up. Her face is twisted in rage, the characteristic red and green tears flowing like waterfalls. "DE-DEEEEEEE! YOU ARE SO AWFUL, DESUU. WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU, DESU!? YOU ARE A WICKED MR. MAN, DESUU!"

Coldly, I stare down my nose at the creature. "You ate your friend. ... You ate her when she was still alive. You poured soup on her so she would taste better. And you'd do the same to all the Jissou in my drive way and their children here in this camp. You'd eat those ones over there..." I point to the one Jissou now successfully suffocating her rival death with her own dysentery. "...and their children as well. And your babies I just smashed, you didn't even want to come get them. Tell me, what redeeming values do you have? Why should I even think about making you my pet?"

As quickly as they had come, her tears dried up. Gone was the grotesque snarl. In it's place was as close to a genuinely cute smile that a Jissou could ever manage. She placed her paw on her check and cocked her head ever so slightly to one side. "Because I am little and don't eat much, desu?"

Not good enough. I swing my shovel like an axe, it's edge catching her in the center of her skull. It's weight and velocity combined with the frailty of a Jissouseki allow it to neatly bifurcate her from head to crotch. For a moment, both halfs of her body act independently of each other, each trying to determine what had just transpired and where the other half had gone. They collapsed in opposite directions, red blood and green bile leaking into the snow. If they weren't dead yet, they soon would be.

I go to the Jissouseki I had sent off to kill. Her enemy, I don't think this one ever had friends at all, is half smothered in Jissou shit. As I approach, she comes running to me, unaware of what I'd been doing since we got here. In one hand is a squirming maggot. Since it's alive I can only assume that the now dead Jissou under the shit had just given birth postmortem. With no hesitation, she pops it in her mouth and chews the screaming baby to mush. "I wanna go back to my home desu." Not my home, her home. As she talk I can see scraps of green cloth stuck in her teeth. "I hungry and cold, desu. I wanna go home NOW desu!" She reaches her arms up like she wants me to pick her up. I oblige, but not in the way she wants.

I grab her by the roots of her hair and lift. Despite her considerable weight, her hair manages to hold her. With great pain, I'm please to say. "PUT DOWN, SHIT HUMAN DESUU! THIS NO WAY TREAT YOUR BELOVED PET, DESSU!" Shit leeks out her overflowing panties and down her legs. I step back as to make sure none get on me. Then I pitch her as high in the air as I can manage. "DEEEEEEE..." comes the now familiar scream. I swing my shovel, baseball style this time. With great effort and luck I manage to catch her with the flat side. Upon contact she bursts like an overripe melon. A medley of Jissou goo and gibbets is sprayed everywhere, thankfully not me.

The first Jissou has failed to tunnel her way back out of her prison. It's time to end this. From inside the box I hear her crying for me, begging for help. Shovel by shovel, I'm piling snow onto her cardboard roof. She's still calling out for me, confused and scared at the sound of snow being dumped on the ceiling above her. This box is stronger then I thought, its managing to hold much more snow then I imagined it would be able to. However I can already see it starting to weaken and buckle. Inside she is now frantic, her cries for help going unanswered as I silently continue to shovel snow on top of her tomb. Without warning, the box finally collapses. Even as the avalanche breaks through the roof and buries her alive, she is still calling me for help. Finally silence. If she hasn't been crushed to death, she'll either suffocate or freeze.

My work here is done, I deserve a good nights rest.

Ironic. He still ended up shovelling snow. Sounds like it was a lot more fun, though!

Green Snow: Epilogue

What a day. I'm glad to be home after all that crap. I mean, it's not like I asked to deal with a bunch of Jissouseki today. Well, maybe it is kind of my fault that my property now looks like a Jissou boot hill. I can wait for tomorrow to clean up this mess. Right now, I don't even want to the little mutants.

"deeeee..."

...

That was...the wind! Ya, ya, the wind.

"deeeee..."

Flatulence. I need to stop eating so much fiber.

"deeeee..."

A bird. A weird bird that sounds like a...

"deeeee..."

There's a Jissou that's still alive. *sigh* Well, might as well put it out of it's misery. Here it is. She's so small, no larger then a 12oz bottle of soda. Wait a minute, she looks familure. She can't be the young mother of the frozen maggot, can she? Has she been laying here the whole time, crying over the death of her child? Well, technically it wasn't dead, I just thought it was and told her that. Although, it isn't alive anymore either, that's sort of my fault.

I...I feel sorry for her. But she's a Jissouseki. It's not like she's any different then the four Jissou that cannibalized their dieing friend. Every Jissou I've ever given the benefit of the doubt to has turned into the ugly, spoiled creature that mankind despises. This one is the same as all of them. All I have to do is put my hand around her tiny neck. All I have to do is squeeze and it will be all over.

"Mmmm...maaa...maaaggoo...oott...tt...cha...chaa..."

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DAMN IT ALL!

"Fine, lets go inside and get you warm. I don't care if you die. If you want to live it's up to you to make it happen."

I don't think she can hear my. She doesn't seem aware of anything going on around her. Her body is shutting down from exposure and she's lost the will to live.

One in ten thousand Jissouseki actually cares. Just my luck to find the one.

"From now on your name is...12oz. Don't make me regret believing in you."

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