Welcome to Today’s FYB Post featuring THE BACKROOMS: REPORT by the More than Talented Kane Pixels. THE BACKROOMS – Report is the Latest Installment in the Psychological Horror Web Series by Kane Pixels. The Backrooms is a Creepypasta that was inspired by a Comment Left on a Picture of an “Unsettling Room” on 4Chan’s/x/board. The Comment inspired an Expanded Version of the Creepypasta as well as YouTube Videos on the Topic. The Backrooms Creepypasta was made into a Short Horror Film and a Horror Series by 16 Year Old American Director, Visual Effects Artist, and Youtuber Kane Pixels. The ongoing Online Horror Series’s First Installment was Uploaded to Youtube on January 7th, 2022 and Then the Rest of the Series was Posted over the Course of the Last Few Months (All Previous Installments are Posted Here for Your Connivence).
This Unique Series does Something Rare Especially Now a Days which is it Simply fucking gets Better with Each Episode. The Series is also Incredible at Building the Tension of Each Installment until the fucking Anxiety of the Characters Bleeds through the fucking Screen. The Backrooms is Definitive fucking Proof You don’t Need a Shit Ton of Cash, Hollywood, Big Movie, An Orgy of CGI, Big Production Companies, Big Time Studios, Famous Actors, Film School/Degree, Jump Scares, or Even Gore to Mindfuck and Creep the Shit out the Audience.
Welcome to Today’s FYB Post featuring THE BACKROOMS – PITFALLS by the More than Talented Kane Pixels. THE BACKROOMS – PITFALLS is the Latest Installment in the Psychological Horror Web Series by Kane Pixels. The Backrooms is a Creepypasta that was inspired by a Comment Left on a Picture of an “Unsettling Room” on 4Chan’s/x/board. The Comment inspired an Expanded Version of the Creepypasta as well as YouTube Videos on the Topic. The Backrooms Creepypasta was made into a Short Horror Film and a Horror Series by 16 Year Old American Director, Visual Effects Artist, and Youtuber Kane Pixels. The ongoing Online Horror Series’s First Installment was Uploaded to Youtube on January 7th, 2022 and Then the Rest of the Series was Posted over the Course of the Last Few Months (All Previous Installments are Posted Here for Your Connivence).
Welcome to Today’s FYB Post featuring the Evolution of THE BACK ROOMS from Humble Beginnings to the Internet Sensation it Became. The Mystery Where and What The Backrooms Are and What They Mean has been a Point of Contention from Day One (and Still is to this Today). The Backrooms Operates using common Psychological Horror Themes such as Being Isolated, Fear of the Unknown, Trapped without Viable Escape, Fear of the Dark, and Being Watched while Being Hunted are Prime Examples. So without Further Delay let’s Jump into the Nightmarish Horrorscape known Simple as THE BACKROOMS!!
The Origin of The Backrooms:
In May 2019 a Strangle Unnerving Picture was Posted on 4Chan and immediately garnered a Great Deal of Attention. The Picture was of a Multi-Roomed Interior with Sickly Yellow Wallpaper (with a tinge of Underlying Green) and a Cheap Generic Brown Carpet like the kind You’d find in an Office Building. Whoever took the Picture was standing in One Room while Taking the Picture through an Open Doorway into an Empty Identical Room, and You can See a Third Room also Identical room Branching Off to the Left.
There was a Grim Description that Accompanied the Photo: “If you’re not careful and you no clip out of reality in the wrong areas, you’ll end up in the Backrooms, where it’s nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in.”
It is believed by Most that The Backrooms has a Total of 3 Levels: Level 0, Level 1, and Level 2.
LEVEL 0:
Level 0 is a Labyrinth of the Aforementioned Monotone Yellow wallpapered Rooms, the Moldy Stench of the Moist Carpet, and Loud Buzzing Hum of the Overhead Florescent Lights.
All Rooms Appear to be Identical, but if You can Stay Focused instead of Panicking and going Utterly Insane there are a Few Minor Changes along the Way so You have to be Vigilant.
There are Humanoid Creatures (Referred to as Hounds) Who look like Disfigured People Roaming the Maze Walking on All Fours.
The Hounds Admit a Low Rumble Sound which is One of a Very Few Indicators that They are Present/Near By.
The Hounds are to be Considered VERY DANGEROUS so Avoiding them is in Your Best Interest, But if You run into a Hound DO NOT LOOK AT IT and Slowly Back Away to a Safe Distance before making a Run for It.
No One is Sure How You get from Level 0 to Level 1 there are rumored to be No Clipped Walls that have the Potential to Send You back to Reality or Plunge You Even Deeper into the Hell of the Backrooms, or They could just Send You back to the Beginning where You’d have to Start All Over Again.
LEVEL 1:
Level 1 is More Dangerous than Level 0.
The Walls and Floor of Level 1 are made of Concrete as Apposed to the Nauseating Yellow Wallpaper and Repulsive Moist Carpet.
The Sounds of Level 1 are Also Different. In Level 1 in Addition of the Intensified Buzz of the Florescent Lights, the Continuous Drone of Machinery, and Creaking Sounds Coming from Unseen Rooms.
The Lights on Level 1 Flicker and Shut Off periodically Leaving You in Pitch Blackness and That’s When You’re in the Greatest of Dangers.
When the Lights Go Out and Your plunged into Darkness is when the Creatures of Level 1 come. The Creatures make a Disturbingly Distorted Screaming Sound and are Invisible as They are Cloaked in the Darkness. If Encountered in Spite of the Blackness DO NOT LOOK AT OR IN THE DIRECTION OF THE CREATURE, and again Slowly Back away from the Direction of the Distorted Screams of the Creature.
Once Agin No One is sure How You get from Level 0 to Level 1, but Most adhere to the No Clipped Theory.
Level 2:
Level 2 is considered by Most to be the Final Level of the Backrooms.
The Walls Change, and the Hallways Narrow to the Point of being Claustrophobic.
The Florescent Lights have been Significantly Amplified with a almost Deafening Buzz and the Heat coming from the Lights Raises the Temperature of Level 2 to Over 100 Degrees Fahrenheit.
The Halls seem to Mimic Service Tunnels as Pipes and Various Machinery Lines the Walls.
The Creatures that Dwell in Level 2 are Hostile, Aggressive, and Dangerous of All. The Only way to Escape one of these Creatures if You encounter it is to Run as Fast as You Possibly can in the Opposite Direction of the Creature and DON’T EVER LOOK BACK.
Escape from Level 2 is Nearly Impossible as there No Viable Exit Points.
Extremely Few People have Claimed to have Survived the Backrooms by 1) Accepting the Situation 2) Satying Cool, Calm, and Collected 3) Imagined the Backrooms were Their Home.
If You can’t do the Above or it Doesn’t Work for Some Reason YOU’RE FUCKED AND CONDEMNED TO THE CONFINES OF THE BACKROOMS FOR ETERNITY.
Theories, Speculation, and Hypothesis:
Most People Believe there 3 Levels (0 through 2) that make up The Backrooms. Some People Believe that The Backrooms Consist of 100 or More Individual Levels. A Few People Believe that there Aren’t Any Levels, but that The Backrooms is One Continuous Level.
Some Believe The Backrooms is a Metaphor for the Desolation of the Modern Work Environment (Office Building, Cubicles, Shitty Florescent Soul Sucking lights, and Drably Depressing Surroundings. All culminating in a Feeling of Utter Alienation.
There is a Theory that The Backrooms is a Never Ending Coma known as “Pre Death” which is a State of Eternal Dreaming.
There is a Belief that The Back Rooms are Purgatory and if You can manage to Escape You send to Heaven, You are Doomed to Wonder The Backrooms for Eternity, or The Creatures that Inhabit The Backrooms are Demons that if They catch You will Drag You into the Pits of Hell.
A Theory pertaining to Discovering How to Travel from one Level of The Backrooms to Another. Some think to get from Level 0 to Level 1 that You stumble upon a Door, Hallway, or Even an Elevator that will take You to the Next Level. Others Think that after 4 Days of Wondering in Level 1 that the Scenery Changes when the Flickering Lights Go Out, and when They come back on They Reveal the Level Change to Level 2.
Theories, Speculation, and Hypothesis on How DO You End Up/ Access The Backrooms:
Some Say The Backrooms can be Accessed through People’s Dreams or Visions. For this Reason Many People Claim to Recognize The Backrooms from the Original Photo, and Some Reported Feeling some sort of Nostalgic Fear when They look at the Picture.
There is a School of Thought that the way to access The Backrooms is Particularly Tricky and Requires a Great Deal of Luck. They believe the way to get to The Backrooms is by Utilizing Actual Glitches in Reality. Just like in Video Games These People Believe that on Occassion Objects from Our Reality will “No Clip”.
“No Clip”/”No Clipped is When part of the Video Game Map becomes “No Clipped” and if You bump into it You’ll Pass Right Through It and More Than Likely Fall Off the Map Entirely. Once a Player has encountered a “No Clipped” Object or Area the Player is Stuck still Inside the Game, BUT in an Endless Void Beneath the Game’s Map.
Some People think Some Objects in Our World are Not “No Clipped” to Begin with, Yet They can become “No Clipped” from Reality. If You have a Keen Eye You can Spot and Avoid Them. Some Examples Include A Wall that Appears Darker then the Others Around It, Or You may find a Door that You’re Positive there is Nothing on the Other Side.
Are The Backrooms Real: The Truth
The Backrooms is a Creepypasta inspired by a Comment on a Picture of an “Unsettling Room” on 4Chan’s/x/board. The Comment inspired an Expanded Version of the Creepypasta as well as YouTube Videos on the Topic.
The Backrooms Creepypasta was made into a Short Horror Film and a Horror Series by 16 Year Old American Director, Visual Effects Artist, and Youtuber Kane Pixels ).
The Short Horror Movie The Backrooms by Kane Pixels was Uploaded to Youtube on January 7th 2022. The Basic Plot is while Filming a Camera Man Slips Through a Hole in Reality and Ends Up Trapped in The Backrooms.
The Horror Series The Backrooms also by Kane Pixels was First Uploaded to Youtube on January 7th, 2022 and Then the Rest of the Series was Posted over the Course of the Last Month.
The Backroom Series by Kane Pixels is Located Below in Chronological Order and in its Entirety thus Far.
Welcome to Today’s FYB Post featuring BROKEN HILL by Content Creator Federico. This Little Animation Oddity Reminds Me of the David Lynch Surreal Nightmare Movie Masterpiece ERASERHEAD From the Gloomy Environment, Ominous Undertones, and the Hopeless Despair of the Characters. The Characters seem Lost in a Haunting Bleakness as if They are Trapped in Purgatory and thus Reduced to a Stark and Pathetic Existence.
Synopsis: “Friend Where is the Promised Land We were Told, All We See is the Nothingness of Boredom………”
Well We are Finally getting Our shit together since We got clusterfucked in-between a fucking a Surreal Road Trip and the Thankless Toils of the Thanksgiving Holidays. I’m currently working on a Post pertaining to the Aforementioned Road Trip, but it’s Slow Going since it’s such an Infuriating Story I have to take frequent breaks so I don’t Actually Punch My Computer Screen. That aside I felt the need to Address the Utter Nonsensical Onslaught of the so called Holiday Season in the Meantime. To Keep some sort of Order and Assemble some sort of fucking Sanity I will be Using the FYB Tried and True Bullet Point Format.
Pre Show Prep: My Wife and I have been Drafted over the Recent Years into the Unwelcoming Ranks of Holiday Responsibilities and Assorted Bullshit. So this Includes the Relentless Cleaning Up the House in Preparation of the Forthcoming Company. This obviously makes fucking Sense, and We have No Qualm with Doing. The Problem is My Micro Managing Obsessive and Franticly Stressed Mother who can make You Feel like You’re Losing Your goddamn Mind since Her Anxiety is fucking Infectious. She whips Herself up into a fucking Frenzy Running around like a fucking Lunatic starting Numerous Projects Simultaneously while Simultaneously Finishing None of Them. It’s what We unaffectionately refer to as My Mother’s Manic Host Mode where She acts like Her Life and Reputation is Teetering on the Brink if Her House isn’t Absolutely Spotless and has been Cleaned to the Highest Hospital Standards.
The Funny thing is It’s just Family Who are the Mellowest and Undemanding House Guests You can Have for fuck’s sake. My Mother seems to be Operating under some delightfully Demented Assumption that if The Family Arrives to find even a Single Speck of Dirt on the Bottom Stair (leading up to the Front Porch) It’s All Over in an Instant. As if My Fellow Family Members would Cast a Disgusted eye Upon the Psec of Dirt, Turn Around on Their Heel, March back to Their Cars, Lod up, and Yell before Speeding Off into the fucking Distance “WHAT A FILTHY HELLHOLE! SERIOUSLY FUCK YOU GUYS AND YOUR PIG STY! WE WILL NEVER SET FOOT ON THIS SOIL AGAIN AND WE DISOWN EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU DISAPPOINTING AND FILTHY FUCKERS!!!” It’s Insanity Incarnate.
THE KIDS: The Two Boys are Still just Shy of becoming Teenagers and as So were Willing to Speak and Interact with Us on a Consistent Basis during the Trip. Meanwhile Their Sister being 16 Years Old is Undoubtedly a Full Blown fucking Teenager. She had Her Face in Her Phone the Entire fucking Time because Her Life currently is all About Socializing and Friends, Friends, and More fucking Friends! I do have to give Credit where Credit is Due for Her Part She refrained from being the Classic Anti-Social Hormonal Horror Show Three Ring Circus of Bullshit. The Trip was Free from Conflict, Argument, Hissy fucking Fits, Screaming/Yelling, Door Slamming or Anti Adult/Authority “I am My Own Person” Self Indulgent Self Righteous Sixteen Year Old Psychodrama. So That Was A Pleasant Surprise.
The Reservation Situation: My Mother being from an Older Generation is still totally Hung Up on the Restaurant Reservation Scenario. The Problem is that Unless it’s some Super Trendy Fine Dining Hipster Restaurant or Perhaps an Old School Steak House Throw Back Dinosaur then You Don’t actually need a Reservation. Unfortunately as Time Evolved and Moved on My Mother Did Not budge an Inch. So One Night We were going out to Eat and Automatically My Mother becomes Fixated as Fuck on the Fact the Place Didn’t Take Reservations, BUT where Kind Enough as to make Note that a Party of 10 was Headed Their Way (I assume this was complete horseshoe to placate the Madness that is My Mother. Also I don’t Blame Them a Bit since My Mother is well let’s say Intense and Leave it at That.
As We are Driving to Said Restaurant My Mother goes into Panic Mode when My Cousin Texted “Do we need a reservation?” and that’s all it Took for My Mother to Head for the Races. The Next thing We know My Mother has Engulfed Everyone in the fucking Car into Her Web of Sheer Madness as We all Scrambled to Solve the Situation (aka Attempt Get My Mental Mother to Calm the Hell Down). Finally the whole Reservation Hullaballoo died Down Five Minutes before We got to the Restaurant. Just for the Record the Drive was 42 Minutes Long and it took only Two Minutes before My Mother got Triggered by the Innocent Reservation Question. That Means the Reservation Dilemma essentially lasted the Entire Fucking Ride.
Once We Enter the Resturant even though it’s 8:30 on a Saturday Night was like a Scene from a Shitty B Comedy Movie was Empty as Empty could be. The Only other fucking People there besides Us are the fucking Staff. That’s it just Us and the Boarded looking Staff After all the Old School Reservation busllshit Versus the New School No Reservation Needed the place Didn’t have a Single other Customer. It was so Dead in there I honestly felt fucking Bad for the Poor Waitress who just so Happened to Be the Nicest, Professional, Personable, and Kickass All Around Waitress I have Even Encountered. The way I figured it She was Financially fucked since Working at this Particular Restaurant was making Her a Damn Thing, or She was One of the Working Poor who had Several Restaurant/Food Service Jobs just to be able to Scrape By. All I hope is She finds a Better and More Lucrative Job then the Graveyard of a Restaurant where She is currently Employed.
Litter Patrol: We live so Far Out in the fucking Middle of Nowhere USA that We Don’t have Trash Pick Up so No Garbage Men/Women or Trash Day. Instead We have to Haul Our own Stinky Shitty Trash down to the Town Dump (Which is Actually just a Parking Lt with a Bunch of Dumpsters line up Designated for Different Shit (Example: Plastic, Yard Waste, Metal Etc.). One of the Unfortunate Side Effects of this and People be Lazy as Fuck is there is a Real Litter Problem. Along some Stretches of Road there’s all kinds of Shit like Fast Food Containers from Places that are fucking 30-45 Minutes Away, Old Tires, Beer Cans/Booze Bottles (There so Many I swear Every motherfuckier in Town is Drunk Driving), Broken TV’s, Ratty Ass Furniture like Old Worn Out Love Seats and Shit, and a Shit Ton of Rotting Plastic Bottles.
This lead to My Mother having the Idea to Subtly Suggest that Why the Family is here that We clean up Along Some the Roads that Run Through the Vast Property. This was a Nice and Generally Well Received by All until My Mother started to get fucking pushy as Shit Pushing the Issue and Badgering Everyone. I told Her it was fucking Insane that She went fro Subtle Suggestion to Full on Demanding Compliance Immediately. First Off Not everyone Agreed to Help which was Fine and Expected, but then My Mother got bent because My Cousin wouldn’t Allow the Boys to go Out and Collect Trash on the Side of the Road because it would be Dangerous. She was and is Absolutely right on that one it is fucking Damn Well Dangerous.
The Speed Limit is 55 and as You can imagine People average 65 or Higher and the fact there is Only 3-4 Police Officers allows People to Drive even More like Total Assholes. Then there are Several Blind Curves which are just begging to be the Sight of a Fatal Car Accident so again Imagine People Speeding around Blind Curves would You want Your Kid Standing There Fuck No You Wouldn’t. Lastly the Road is a Main Route for Eighteen Wheeler Logging Trucks which as We all Know take Forever and a fucking Day to Slow to a Gradual Stop.
At Last My Wife, My Cousin’s Husband (looking to escape the Chaotic Confines of the House), My Mother, and I Headed Out to Help Tidy up the fucking Roadside. Now after spending 3-4 Hours Ranting, Raving, and Being a Total Dick about the Whole Thing My Mother Collected One Bag of Trash in 15 minutes and Then Declared She was Tired and Done. The Three of Us remained and Managed to Pack 22 Trash Bags to the fucking Gills with Roadside Garbage. Not too Shabby for damn Near Forced Labor.
The Getting Ready Dilemma: This is the Asinine bullshit that I Hate the Most out of all the Family fucking Nonsense is the Getting Ready Principle. This happens Every fucking time before Every fucking thing We plan to Do when the Family is in Town. As the Deadline Approaches Family Members mingle around Idly just Killing Time fucking with Phones, watching TV, Reading a Book (Yes some of Us still Read fucking Books so Fuck You if thats weird to You), or smoother Mindless Time Wasting Activity. The Point is this getting Ready to Leave Limbo is We aren’t even Interacting with one Another while We wait. It’s like We’re all Hanging around Some Sort of fucking Waiting room for an Appointment that’s Never Coming.
One by One Each Family Member States that They have to Get Ready and then set off to Allegedly do so. I say Allegedly because though Everyone leaves under the Presence of getting Ready to Go NO ONE actually appears to actually be getting ready. This process wastes a good 45 to 60 Minutes as Nothing gets Accomplished while People Drift Room from Room like Human fucking Jellyfish. I detest Downtime I really fucking Hate it because I get Bored Easily, and I fucking Hate Boredom with a Passion so This Aimless Lackadaisical Idiocy infuriates Me to No end. Then just like a fucking Football Game after Squandering a Good Amount of Time in the Final Minutes Everyone jumps into fucking Action. Then all of a Sudden Everyone is Ready and Walking out the fucking Door so what this all Means is They can get Ready in a Timely Manner, but They Delay and Dawdle away a Hour for No fucking Reason Whatsoever. I simply Cannot get My Head Around Such Drivel.
Game Night Without The Kids: On One Particular Night the Kids went to Visit some of Their Other Relatives leaving the Adults Alone for the Evening. After the Drinks Started Flowing My Wife Suggested Breaking Out the Game Cards Against Humanity since We were Kid Free, and It’s I think We can All Agree Not a Game for Anyone Under 18 Years of Age (Some May Argue No One Under 21 Years Of Age). For those Who are Not Familiar Cards Against Humanity is an Adult Party Game in Which Players complete Fill-In-The-Blanks Statements using Words or Phrases Typically Deemed Obscene or Offensive in Nature.
Undeniably the Some of the Games Appeal comes from the Fact Younger Generations get a kick out of Hearing Older Generations Curse or Use Sexually Charged Language. The Assumption made by The Younger Generations is that the Older Generation will be Utterly Clueless when it comes to the X-Rated Content. The Ironic thing is the Old Generations DO know about all the Crazy Sex shit it’s They just Don’t know what it’s Being Called Nowadays (Example: Russia used to be The Soviet Union and the USSR in its Past though its Always been the Same Geographical Location).
My Cousin’s Husband remember Playing it one Time Long Ago and was Definitely in Favor of Playing that was Until We actually Started Playing. We were about 8 minutes into the Game when He started to Regret His Initial Endorsement for Playing Cards Against Humanity in the First Place. He was Consumed by Embarrassment and Tried to Avoid dwelling on certain Topics like Describing what the Sex Toy Known as the Fleshlight was to His In laws. My Wife and I were having None of It and Informed Him once the Game started there Wasn’t any Backing Down, Sugar Coating, or Skipping Over a Single Aspect of the Game. Watching My Cousins Husband Squirm Uncomfortably Blushing with Embarrassment was the Highlight of the Game as Far as I’m Concerned.
And So this Brings Us to the End of this Pos on Thanksgiving Tensions. I wanted to End this Post a Little Different from Previous Posts So I Included the Feature Video WOODY SCREAM below to Summarize My Feelings Pertaining to the Hell of the Holidays. Now On to Christmas!
Adventures Abroad Alluded Abe as He was Afflicted by Absolute Alienation.
Believing in the Brutal Beasts, and Brilliant Beauty that lay Beyond the Binding Borderline Abe Bested Blinding Boredom.
The Cretinous Creatures Creeping in the Caves and Contorted Crevasses of the Canyon Passes Contorted Continually in the Cramped Confines of Abe’s Addled Cranium.
Death, Doom, and the Destruction of Dueling Damnations Dwelling in the Dark planning Travelers Dastardly Demented Demise a truly Dire Downfall. These Damnable Demons Did not Deter Abe’s Dedication to Defeating The Dreadful Doldrums.
Enraged Empires of Eternal Enemies Eliminating Their Extravagant Evils Encompassing the Entire Earth. Enslaved and Entombed in the Elegance of the Endlessly Empty of Everlasting Eternity Elated Abe.
Fabulous Fantasy’s and Frenzied Fears Found Abe Floundering in His Fleeting Feelings when Faced with Futility, and Frantic Failure Found Abe Faltering Fast.
The Gruesome Greeting of the Gnarled Giants and the Greedy Ghouls Under the Governing God’s Grandiose Generosity Guided by Grief Guaranteed Abe Greatness at the Gregarious Gathering of Graves should He Go.
The Harrowing Heroism required to Help Humanity from the Hellacious Horrors that Hexed the Haunted Hollowed Halls of the Horrendous Hateful Horde remained Hidden from Abe.
Intense Interest leading to Illogical Ideas Illuminated In the Inner Insanity of Incredible Independence with its Intoxicating Introspective Ideology Irked Abe.
The Justification of Justice and its Judgement Jeopardized Abe’s Journey.
Knowingly the King kept a Kaleidoscope of Knowledge Keeping His subjects, His Keepsake’s Kainotophobia soaked in Kava and Kelter. Abe’s Kiang Kicked in Kippage like a Kylin preparing for Kriegspiel.
Lowlife Lingering Leaches Loitered Leaving the Lusting Lushes Lining the Lanes Liquored Leering in the Languishing Low Light.
Murderous Madman and Monstrous Maniacs Marauding and Maiming, Mutilating, and Mauling all Mortal Men Making Moves to escape.
Numerous Numbers of Nauseatingly Noxious Gnomes Nastily Gnashing their Nails like Gnarled Knives Navigating the unknowingly Naive to the Netherworld.
The Outrageously Omnipresent Oppressing Overlord Observing, and Ogling Oddities Outside Ominously in Outrage looking into Organized Oblivion .
The Pungent Plague of Paranoid Predatory People Peddling Putrid Pickled Poisons as the Pragmatics Proudly Ponder the Plunders and Perils of a Perverted Purgatory.
Quartets of Orcs and Queasy Queens Qualms, Quarrels, and Quips Quashed Quickly over Quests and Quarter Quota.
Rabid Reprehensible Rouges Relishing Repugnant Revelations of Riotous Revolt, and Raging Revolution’s Rancid Retribution Fulfilling Repulsive Resentments against the Reigning Restrictive Rules.
Sinister Soldiers Sloshing and Slipping in Shit as they Sustain Their Sin through Slaughter Seeking, Succumbing to the Sniveling Smiling of The Smirking Snake’s Silent Salvation.
Terrifying Tyrants and Tyrannical Theologian’s Tremendous Triumph of Terror in Thriving Thieves a Terribly Tragic Trophy of Terror Thus Terrible Trepidation Throughout The Temples.
Abe’s Ubiquitous Unrest in Utopia Utilizing the Uniting of Unforeseen, and Ugly Unabridged Universal Undertaking that Utterly Undo the Undying Uniform Understanding of the Unknown Underground Escape.
Villanous Vixens Vomiting their Vastly Venomous Virtue Vanquishing the Vexingly Violent Vision of the Viking Vermin.
The Wildly Wicked Wizard Warlord’s Warrior’s Willfully Waiting for the Wretched Wonders of War against The Wallowing Witches of the Willow’s Werewolves.
Abe’s Xenagogue’s Xenium of a Xanthocomic Xenagogy readied his Xenization as a Xyresic Xylotomous.
Yeagers Yaffling and Yauchle in Yagmiment’s Yallacrack and Yaw-Yaw over Yakka as Yeverous Yellow-Yowling Yeggs indulging their Yird-Hunger fueled the Yoke-Devils until Yonderward.
Zabernism drove Abe to Zack, to Zaggle avoiding Zowerswopped Zed Zobs searching for a Zitella to join him in his Zigzaggery, and Zugzwang journey to a Zneesy Zwan to live out their days in Zwodder.
Note To The Reader: I’ll be quick. I know especially with the trickier Letters of the Alphabet such a XYZ it look as if I’ve gone all Dr. Seuss, and just started making up words as I went. This IS NOT the case.
GOOGLE any word I’ve used throughout for DEFINITION(S).
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