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The story you are about to read is 100% legit, I said so because I said so, fuck you.
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My name is Nunya Bissniss. I am just your average 0.
One night, I was sitting in my room, praying to my lord and savior as usual, when all of a sudden my sister barged into my room with a pissed off look on her face. "Nunya, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I heard her yell at me.
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"It's time for you to get a reality check," she stated as she grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the door. However, she let go of me when she noticed that I had begun to glow a bright gold. I felt my soul within me resonate with a powerful desire for Hell's Kitchen. It was then I felt the presence of Gordon Ramsay behind me.
My sister gasped a shocked gasp and got killed by the shock.
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When we were at the set, my heart was at maximum percentage of doki doki. At long last, my dream had come true. I looked around my surroundings, and saw a bunch of contestants standing in the far end corner. They looked like a bunch of filthy casuals. I strolled my way to them and stood in front of them with my hands on my love handles. I was ready for the task that the almighty Gordon Ramsay was about to bestow upon me.
Gordon came to us while carrying a podium and slammed that son of a bitch to the ground. He then adjusted the mic so that it was about 0.
"LEL hi guys whalecum to Hell's Kitchen, itsa me, Gordon Ramsay, and this ain't no ordinary Hell's Kitchen, it's a special kind of Hell's Kitchen."
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Everyone in the room gasped a mighty gasp.
"k, u can go cook it now, but whatever you do,
I ran to the steak and picked it up MLG style, then went over to the stove and shoved the damn thing inside of it. It was at that moment when I had a sudden thought,
Little did I know, this would be the worst mistake that I will ever commit.
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When the steak was done overcooking, I took it out and waited even longer for Gordon Ramsay to come back.
Gordon Ramsay returned at last, and took a
"OK, which one of you bloody twats overcooked this steak?"
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"I-I'm sorry, m'lord, I let curiosity get the best of me."
Gordon stood there for about 1337.420 nanoseconds, until he finally screamed,
I was confused for a moment, until I looked at the steak.
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Oh shit.
The steak was bleeding red blood, and it looked extremely hyper-realistic. A dark red anal aura formed around the steak, and a face began to form on it. It was the face of...
Satan struck Gordon Ramsay first with the curse, and Gordon Ramsay fell to the floor, slowly dying.
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I stared down in disbelief at my lord and savior's corpse, not noticing that I was crying tears that I've never cried before. I looked at Satan angrily with angry anger. "You..." I began.
I felt my soul resonate again, but this time I felt extreme edginess within me. There was a presence behind me. I looked behind me.
"Don't worry, my edgelord in training. I shall help you avenge your fallen comrade."
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Satan fucking eradicated our assholes with steak grease and we were transported to another dimension.
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I woke up later in a strange dark room. My asshole hurt like hell, but at least my heart was back in my chest. I noticed that I was sitting on something so I got up and took a look at it. It was Shadow. But he was kill. I took a minute pressing z to pay my respects. After I had finished, I tried to think of a way to get out of the dark room. But then, I heard voices speaking in my head.
I started crying tears uncontrollably. When the walls started oozing blood I went into the fetal position. This went on for what had seemed like hours until I heard a very loud
Inside, there were skeleton penises floating everywhere.
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I recognized that voice anywhere.
It was Gordon Ramsay. He... He wasn't dead after all?!
But wait...
I looked down at my body, my body was an overcooked steak.
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"G-Gordon, I..." I began, but he cut me off.
Gordon shooted me in da head, and I was deathed.
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But, the scariest part about all this...
... Is that I actually wasted hours of my life writing this shit.
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