#rip humaity

[spleenyo]

The date is February 32nd 2037. The last person on earth has died. In the end, humanity was never able to fully understand how to make functioning horizontally opening window blinds and their grasp on vertically opening ones was tenuous at best.

[ormagoden]

Rip and Tear until it is done

Humans the only creatures  with the ability to survive on different climate planets with mostly no issue there are some who of course prefer one climate to another or those who decide to stay on ships their whole life not daring to step down onto another planet, yet the most interesting thing about this species was the willingness to modify themselves, cyber upgrades, bio upgrades, extra limbs anything they could scrounge up yet the most common thing among them was the Rip And Tear mod no one in the entire galaxy knows who made it and whoever did wanted to make sure humans could only use it test started on this mod and most proved unsuccessful until a war broke out between Humanity and the Cthr’graken.

The Cthr’graken are similar to the humans Octopi with tentacles streaming out of their faces and great levels of intelligence but the Cthr’graken eventually fell to hubris thinking they could take the humans for their sick experiments it was a few odd cases of abduction 1 or 2 humans disappearing no one thought it unusual but then the disappearances got more frequent with more and more humans being taken there was an attempt on Humaitys ambassador eventually the Cth’graken revealed their abductions and the experiment on the abducted humans and proclaimed war on humanity claiming them to be too dangerous yet the humans didn't start war with them instead just defending, the ambassador saying humanity wanted more info on the Cthr’graken before an war proclamation until the Cthr revealed a child, a small human child no more than 3 moons of age, cut and beaten several dislocated joints and a broken bone peeking out of its forearm and the leader of the Cthr’graken showing this live mutated the child into a horrible disfigured thing the human ambassador not more than a second later after the feed ended declared war on the Graken species and when assembled before the galactic council all the ambassador said was these few words “Rip and Tear until it is done.” and left.

3 earth days it took for humans to produce weapons of war and met the Cthr’graken on the field of battle and they came with a fury, few other species joined with the humans and what they witnessed stuck with them forever one remembers a significant deployment onto a planet. “The landing ship was being rattled by anti ship fire and our squad commander just kept giving us out information but before the ship landed he said to my other soldiers “Rip and Tear!” and as if one each and every human modded or not reached behind their necks and tapped something the moment after was a blur all I saw were humans snarling and howling blasting at whatever tentacled face they could find but the worst part the worst part was when we started to run out of ammunition for our weapons the humans flipped their weapons around some still smoking at the barrel and charged at the Graken fighting with fist and gun bashing punching and beating, I saw one human beat a Cthr’graken begging for mercy but the human either didn’t care or didn’t hear he kept wailing before using his jaw to tear out one of the Grakens tentacles he spat it back out before telling the Graknen “Rip and Tear” he used his thumbs to pierce the graken soldiers eyes I remember its scream and I will never forget the twisted grin on that humans face, the moment he got bored of the soldier screaming he tore the soldiers head apart and ran off and I still can't believe what I saw and the most astounding thing is that you could tell the difference between man and female human soldier the men were brutal and uncaring of what gotten the way the women quick and efficient only sometimes taking a bit longer to prolong a Cthr’graken soldiers death or just to wail on it. Things got worse when the Graken tanks came up and joined the fray we knew no matter what the humans did they would be massacred most other species pulled back but like some sort of horde the humans swept through the living hell even their tanks kept going forward ramming into enemy tanks the men would run up to Graken tanks and rip off the hatches and those could at least take 4000 pounds of force to tear it off yet they did it so effortlessly we thought they would then dive down and commit more gruesome acts didn't take long to find out why they left it alone the women ran up and back down the tanks tossing grenade after grenade into the machines and it was like those firework things the humans have, each tank one by one going off and at the end of it all the humans dragged themselves back and looked almost like ghosts and dare I say it fragile we beat back every single occupation by the Cthr’graken and the humans the humans came with a vengeance the broke some sort of convention 100 times over with their acts and yet once we got to the home world of the Graken and they begged for surrender the humans didn't stop they bombard the planet with gases, explosives and promethium fire before long they invaded one admiral said they would invade with or without our support and they invaded without they broke into every home, every prision, every court anything and everything they flooded in Ripping and Tearing every Graken to shreds until they reached the house of the leaders and once there they only took those there prisoners and left the homeward of the Graken to burn purged of its species the only good thing about that was the rescue or merciful death of the abducted humans.” -Xerig Soldier during the Purge war

The Graken leaders were supposed to be put on trail before the Galactic counsel but the Humans didn't give the council a chance and said their were doing it their way at 00:00 galactic time they broadcasted a message to the galaxy revealing how the Rip and Tear mod works it allow the humans to fully unlock their inner beast of rage and war pumping massive amounts adrenaline into their bodies and after that explanation they started the prosecution telling the crime of the Graken leaders and before trillions of eyes the tortuous punishment began tentacles torn, eyes burnt or plucked from their sockets, limbs broken, beaten to shells of their former selves, the Human ambassador spoke again “For those who think it is right to abduct us you are wrong should anyone try again the same thing may very well happen to you we would have stopped at this scums home world but the major mistake they made was revealing the darkness inside them harming innocent people is one thing but a child is unforgivable the moment you commit these crimes against humanity you will know the wrath of use and the chant we shout!” the whole galaxy shook at the rage inside humanities hearts and the space trembled from the chanting “Rip and Tear!!” the Graken were purged from the galaxy and nothing has dared stand against humanity since

[myriadxofxmuses]

H smirked evily. "They tend to fight back once they know they're fucked. This just helps relax them," he said as his smirk widened. "And makes them much more compliant. especially when I'm in a bit of a rush," he added with a gleam in his eye.

Even after all of this, he had a little surprise for Rose and he just couldn't wait to give it to her. It was a new and exciting feeling to have someone by his side. He may not really care for humaity as a whole, viewing its inevitable extinciton a positive for the planet, but she was different.  She was like him.  And as much as he didn't want to her to break throguh too many of his walls, he couldn't deny the want he had for her. A want growing stronger by the day.

"Mmm," he growled seductively, his attention now fully on her. He pulled her in close by her hips. "Tempting, but there's only one sugar baby's mouth I want for my weekly cock sucking," he only half teased, running a finger over her lips.  "Besides I don't need to charm any of these girls into that," he added going back to his concoction before heading off back to Madison.

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Worry instantly spiked in his veins when he saw the blood running down her face. Worry followed by an internal slap to the face to get it together.  NO ATTACHMENT!  This was just for fun. An experiment in bloodlust. But seeing her hurt by hands other than his own was distressing.

"So much for keeping a low profile huh?," he asked as caring as he could muster, with a crooked smirk. 

Although he was genuinely glad that Tanner had gotten what was coming to him.

"Ahhh that's too bad," he said with a uptick of his smirk before reaching into the back seat and ripping a strip off of Madison's dress. She wouldn't be needing it much longer anyway. He wiped Rose's face clean.

"Don't worry baby," he said with a sickening sweetned, bringing back his charm and resting his hand on her thigh. "That cunt will get what's coming to her soon enough," he said smiling over at her knowingly before starting the car and heading to their exclusive destination.

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They pulled up to one of his family's many unused properties - a medium sized warehouse used for storing furniture, tools, and anything else his parents insisted on keeping, but not ever using. Their greed was insatiable sometimes.

He parked the car, got out to open the large entry door, and headed back to the car. Regardless of his pentient for ignoring the women in his life, he opened the door for Rose once they were shrouded in the darkness of the space.

"My lady," he said with a slight sneer, extending his hand for her to take.  "No peeking," he said as he covered her eyes with his hands and shuffled her a further inside.

Once they made it to his sacred space, he nearly let the overwhelming bloodlust take control as usual, but he managed to fight it back before finally revealed his surprise for her. 

There, tucked away in a corner room, was everything they would need to make this date truly rememberable. He had restraints, gags, not  only a chair, but also a table lifted from a defunct morgue, there were too many utensils of torture to count, and most important of all, her knife - the very one he'd stolen from her place when they allowed their demons to tango. It lay, ready and waiting to taste blood.

"I thoguht you might like to do the honors," he told her with a shaky breath, the need to act upon his murderous desires growing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. "Why don't you get acquainted while I go and get our prize," he told her with a slight rocking of their bodies in anticipation.

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“Don’t ever call me that,” he said with a low growl.

The fake persona he was forced to wear was one of the worst things about all of this.  He wanted to be free, the way he was with Rose. But no one else could ever understand him the way she did, so wear it he did - along with all the little idiosyncrasies that came with it, including stupid fucking nicknames for all the bros.

He only smirks crookedly when she calls him sweet. It was the first and only time he’d ever been referred to as that as an adult and for some reason it made his heart laugh. He’d never before considered someone else’s opinion of him, but surprisingly hers mattered.

“Hm, you and me both doll. But that asshole actually has people who would miss him,” he explained before challenging her jealousy with contestant number one.

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A momentary lapse in his focus on Rose and she was gone. Panic, yet another unfamiliar feeling, spiked in his veins. His eyes desperately searched the party around them, but came up empty. He needed to expand his search. If his work was the reason for her disappearance, Madison, as innocent as she was, would pay for it.

“Looks like you need a refill,” he tells her with a small nod toward her empty cup, his excuse to leave and find Rose easily given. “Allow me,” he adds, taking it from her and heading over to the kitchen for a refill. 

He scans the corners of rooms, looks to the makeshift bars set up throughout the guests, and even found his gaze dancing between couples - worried that she may have found someone else to occupy her time.

Doubtful.

But not impossible.

He shook the concern away and continued searching until he spotted her hidden by the shadows. A smirk tugged at his lips and he crossed the room, eagerly grabbing her up from behind once she was near.

“Miss me?” he teased. “Enjoying the show?” he added poking at her, letting go of her and motioning to follow.

As open she was to his vice of choice, it was still odd to share his routine with her.  To the untrained eye he was merely picking up a good looking gal, but in reality he was a predator luring his prey to their death. She may have not realized, but she was the one and only person to ever be allowed to view his methods.

“I hope you’re ready,” he told her once they made it to the liqour station. He refilled both glasses, pulling a small pill from his pocket and slipping it into Madison’s drink. “Thirty minutes from now Maddie will be feeling a little under the weather and I - like the gentleman that I am - will offer her a ride home,” he explained matter of factly as he grabbed a straw and mixed the drug until it dissolved, tapping it against the rim of the cup before sliding it into some unsuspecting guest’s drink.

His smile widened as excitement tingled through his veins.  A small shiver momentarily ran through him.  He could hardly contain himself - the added challenge of working as a team with Rose elevating his anxiousness.

“Meet me at my car in thirty-five,” he instructed her.

When his eyes finally decided to find Rose, Madison’s toxic cocktail now ready, he was stopped dead in his tracks. They were really going to do this. She was really going to do this. The long forgotten feeling of happiness began to flood his senses and his inner demons purred with delight.

He couldn’t resist pulling her in to kiss her, moaning softly against her lips. His grip was tighter than usual, a small, unexplained fear of letting her go trickling through his veins. She was right again - this was pure fucking romance.

“Thirty- five,” he reminded her, his hand holding her face still a moment longer before once again disappearing to enact the rest of his plan.

And he was almost dead on. Twenty-eight minutes later Madison ’felt a little woozy’ and Ethan politely offered her a ride. The gold diggers were always the same - red flags flew out the window when the prospect of a fat wallet wanted to take them home.  Madison was no different.

He shuffled her out to his car and held open the back door. Confusion was evident on her face when she asked why she couldn’t ride shotgun before joking about being chauffer by him.  He let his smirk fall and with an impatient shove he pushed her into the back. Her struggle was useless with the benzodiazepine coursing through her bloodstream, but she managed to scratch his face when he attempted to restrain her. He slapped across the face in retaliation, finally rendering her unconscious.

“Jesus fuck,” he mumbled to himself, momentarily checking the miniscule wound.

Luckily it was superficial and wouldn’t leave a mark.  He slapped her once more for good measure, though she was completely unaware of anything going on.  He shoved her the rest of the way into his car and took his place behind the wheel, fingers anxiously tapping against it as he waited for Rose.

“Come on. Come on,” he whispered to the silence, eyes darting around the house’s front door searching for Rose, impatiently checking his watch knowing they had a small window to get set up before Maddie came to.

  she’s entertaining herself in the moment. Sipping from the bottle she had snatched. eyes glare at the faces in the crowd, her imagination running wild, picturing a bloody massacre. she pictures using her invisible grasp, snapping necks, causing a chaotic, confused panic then slipping in and out, slitting throats, going unnoticed in the midst of it all until it’s only her and Ethan left. she smile’s at the thought, maybe even stealing a dance among the carnage. how romantic. 

  so lost in her own thoughts, she’s startled by his grasp. hand coming up in defense. she takes a soft breath, realizing it’s only Ethan. a smile returning to her vodka laced lips. “only a little.” eyes roll, “you’re lucky i like you.” lucky she doesn’t ruin the plan and beat her ass right then and there in front of all of his little ‘friends’. with a small nod, she follows him back into the crowd, eyes on the back of his head until their alone again. she watches as he concocts a drink. popping a pill and stirring. she raises a curious brow, “not charmin’ enough to seal the deal with her, gotta drug the poor thing?” a teasing smirk. “Like she wouldn’t just agree to go home with ya if you asked her to suck your dick for a weekly sugar baby allowance.” she takes another swig from the bottle, readying herself for this little ‘play date’. It was nice to see him so excited, her a little on the annoyed side, having to play the sidelines while she watches another woman touch up on what’s hers. another swig for good measure, “thirty five–” she nods, understanding the plan. She’s ready to return back to the shadows in which she found comfort in, but instead she was pulled into his arms and into a deepened kiss. she feels herself melt, comfortable right here with him. she had to admit, she was excited to see how the night would go, to work together. Excited to include him to her own routine. hope he was ready for that. first things first. his routine.

 inked digits gently rest on his own as he holds her face, offering a warm smile. “thirty five. don’t worry. I’ll be there.” she watches him disappear, a sigh falling from her lips once again. Another swig. “alrighty…lets do this shit.” 

 she tries to entertain herself for the next thirty minutes, stepping outside to smoke a cigarette away from following eyes. eyes gaze up at the stars, a calm before the storm. She pulls out her phone, checking the time, realizing she still had to linger a bit longer. she makes her way back in, not seeing Ethan or the blonde anywhere. what the fuck? she moves through the crowd, looking around, searching to no avail. she decides to head out to see if he was already in his car, but was suddenly blocked by a familiar face. The male from earlier. he’s wasted, stumbling. “Move around fuck boy.” she warns. He mumbles something incoherent, something dumb she’s sure. She tries to move around him, but he reaches out, grabbing her by his arm. “Alright–” she grits her teeth. she leans up and headbutts him, splitting his bridge. “and you got fuckin’ blood on me…goddammit!” boot comes up and kicks him in the stomach, knocking him to the floor. She can hear the shit talking, the gasps and curses. 

 “yall have a goodnight.” she grins to the crowd as she steps over him and out the door, making her way to the car. She can see an impatient Ethan, eyes in search for her. “I know. I know. your fuckin’ friend got in the way.” she wipes at the blood that’s smudged on her forehead, the small splatter on her nose and cheek. “He’ll be fine.” she assures him as she hops into the front seat. she looks over the seat into the back at the unconscious blonde before returning her gaze to Ethan. “she do that to you?” inked digits grip at his chin, roughly pulling his head to the side so she can see the scratch better. she feels the anger begin to boil within, the audacity of this bitch. “fuckin’ cunt.” she scoffs, releasing his face. “alright, lets get this show on the fuckin’ road. fuck this dumb bitch.��