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Mr. Chan's Nightmare
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Password (2014-12-27 15:43:06)Awshom story! It's the first story I've read about a fatass that weighs 5000 pounds.
Good job ChromeLeaf! d-
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Mr. Chan was a 23 year old man who lived with his mother in her basement. He suffered major diabetes and had an unusually small penis, but nothing could defeat his most deadliest disease... FAP. That's right, he had Four-Chan Addiction Problems. In fact, because of how poor this fugly ginger is, we'll just take away the 'Mr.' in his name
for teh lulz. Like said earlier,if you're even paying attention to this
festChan was addicted to 4chan, but eventually, he would be sorry.One day, Chan the Faggot was in his mother's basement using 4chan. His friends(a pencil and some used up tissue) tried telling him that one day, 4chan would haunt him for good, but Chan ignored them. He told them that blinking and looking at the clock is his daily workout. Speaking of clock, he struggled to check it just then.
"9:00pm!" Chan spoke through layers of fat and tears, "time for bed!" Chan never turned off the computer, because that would mean that he would actually have to get up and turn the monitor off. He continued with his bedtime routine. First, Chan got his
Since crapping would mean he would have to move his arms and pull down his pants, his alcoholic mom cut a hole for him to piss and crap. He then brushed his teeth by rubbing snot on his finger, and grinding it against his few remaining teeth(which he named after 4chan boards).
At last, it was time for his bedtime. He was scared of the dark, so he put on his Hello Kitty nightlight by searching /a/ for p0rno of Hello-Kitty. Like a baby, a big fat dumb whiny-ass
Chan had a dream. In his dream, he woke up in the wonderful land of 4chan. He used to be muscular in his dreams, but like real life, he's still a fatass. "Woah, I in 4chan!" Chan shouted. He looked around and gasped. "Just like I imagined," he turned to a big fountain, "the Fountain of
The faggot looked around. He saw just as he imagined the people would be: pedobears, alcoholics, trolls, retards, and neckbeards, people who think they're edgy, you name it! But Chan noticed something so awesome, he had to take a moment to check his heart rate so he wouldn't die in his dreams!
"Hey, fatas-- I mean... hey kid, I have candy in the trunk of my suspicious white van!" a pedobear who reeked of stench told him. "CANDY!" Chan orgasmed while touching his boobs. Chan ran as fast as he could(1mph) told the trunk that had clearly visible dead bodies in it.
When it closed, he looked at the dead body with his night vision that he had since he always stayed in a dark room. When he looked at the dead bodies, he shrugged it off. He heard the crying of fat kids and retards. He shrugged that off. But then, he noticed something scary; an empty and torn up bag of Doritos!
"I have to get out of this... this STUPID DORITO MURDERING MEANIE POPPY FACE'S VAN!" he told himself. He grabbed the bag of Doritos and gave it CPR, but instead got a heart attack. Oh, the bag of Doritos also died, for your information.
Chan woke up in a meth lab that was turning chocolate bars, chips, and pizza into hot naked women. Nobody was there, but he knew he had to save the American meals. This dream was turning into a nightmare. He wanted to finally have sex in a dream with his pizza babe. He just wanted... pizza to spurt out it's grease into his layers of fat and agony and just stick a Cheeto down his mouth...
The fatass snapped back to reality. He snook up on the machine until he farted. The machine looked at him and a bunch of obese bronies waddled in. They got in a circle and summoned their god, Octo-Moleshrek. It was Princess Molestia and Shrek morphed together with Octo-Dad.
Chan started crying his digested food from earlier. He then snapped and grabbed the Play-boy Bunny out of his ass(he used his ass as a storage holder). The Play-boy bunny showed Octo-Moleshrek g@y furry teenaged vampire emo wolf fanfictions and the bronies' God melted.
"Nooooooooo!" one of them cried out. Christoper Poole, the maker of 4chan ran in. "Fat ass 4chan dweller, why?! That was our god!" the man cried out. Mr. Poole started to melt, "that was our God! Chan the Faggot... you're banned from /b/!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Chan got down on his knees and started to cry.
Chan shot up, startled. He looked around the basement. His two only friends were there, fast asleep, and the Hello Kitty p0rn was still on. He tried to speak, but his voice crackled. "Maybe I should work out..." Chan realized. He pulled a donut he'd been saving for a midnight snack out of his ass and ate it. "Tomorrow, I am a new person," Chan shouted. "CHAN, SHUT THE
Chan became a happy man a few years later, with a wife and one boy. He was 5000 pounds before, but now he is only 136. He dropped the last name of Chan and his new last name was Monopoly.
That's right, this story was about Mr. Monopoly, suck it!He worked as the CEO of Google. When he got home, it was deja-vu."Daddy, what's 4chan?" his son asked.