>>40-42*bang* *splash* *thud* *splat*
Particles of blood, piss, and runny shit were splattered on the floor all around the Re/g//g/itor's body. The disgusting biohazard was put there by none other than the Re/g//g/itor himself. About twelve meters away, the
/prog/rider was watching him thrash about in the mess that he created.
``Now you do it!'', the Re/g//g/itor screamed at the top of his lungs as he tried to stand up, slipping and falling back into his pool of waste.
``I-I don't think I want to....'' Why was he doing this to himself? What could drive a person to act like such an idiot? Did he think that this would gain him respect?
``HA! That's because you can't! You're scared! You know you can't possibly wallow in your own shit and piss and slam your head against the floor for longer than I can! I am the best!''. He said this while crawling towards the
/prog/rider, his arm outstretched. Did he expect to be helped up?
``Okay! I admit it! Just stop, you're bleeding from your fucking eyes, stop it already.'' The Re/g//g/itor was indeed in poor shape. His skull was cracked in many places already, and fecal matter was probably already corrupting his precious brain fluids.
``Never!'', the Re/g//g/itor shouted as he reached deep into his anus and pulled out a pair pf pliers. ``How about this faggot, can you do this?!?!''. Then he gripped the pliers around his two front teeth and snapped them off. He let out a brief shriek of pain before laughing maniacaly once again.
``...''. The
/prog/rider looked on in horror as the Re/g//g/itor continued to mutilate himself. His teeth, his fingernails, his nose, all destroyed one by one. Each one preceded by a challenge and followed by a declaration of victory. Watching him tear out his eyes was especially hard to watch, as the
/prog/rider remembered how cruelly he had been forced to do the same thing once in the past. But at least it was slowing down. He'd lost a lot of blood and couldn't possibly keep this up much longer. At first, the
/prog/rider had considered calling for the police or an ambulance or something, but now he knew that it would probably be better if he didn't. Such a tortured soul should not be left to languish in this world only to suffer.
The last thing he ripped off was his penis. He went on longer than should have been possible. His intestines and most of his internal organs were all over the floor and the only thing not disturbed on his head had been his tongue. There were even parts of his brain in the pile of gore. After his penis was gone, he had tried to go for his sphincter, but lost the strength. There was something in the fact that he couldn't even hax his own anus.
The
/prog/rider didn't move for a few minutes, worried that the tantrum might restart if he did. But nothing happened. He crept over to the door and exitted the room. He locked the door behind him and walked away. He tossed the key into the trash and vowed to never speak of this day to anyone.