User:The Koromo/Sandbox

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Stories in progress
Closer by yours truly

I am not what you would call an outspoken person. I spend most of my days and most of my hours of those days locked in my basement revising, creating, or demanufacturing several of my many projects and prizes. My house is an old, empty cavern of a home so that no one would suspect any of the things that goes on behind closed doors.

I've had a lot of lovely experiences with my prized basement, but I have had several that stand out and will stick with me for decades to come, perhaps even until my end times.

Months ago was one of those experiences.

I had done a lot in that day. The first thing I did was go out hunting for more subjects to drag into my antechamber. The first act of that day was quite simple - I grabbed my rifle made out of scrap parts and went hunting in the woods out back of my home.

I targeted the first animal I saw. I spotted a male deer by the creek a few hundred yards behind my house. His antlers were beautiful and made me shiver just thinking about what I could experiment on them.

I ducked behind a large rock. I peered outwards, and as soon as my aim collided with the neck of the beast, I fired.

Due to the fierce explosive impact of the bullet, his head exploded into a beautiful crescendo of crimson, flying off and hitting a tree with that same neutral expression. His antlers clattered and fell into a heap on the dirt, still attached to the head. The rest of the body slumped, all of him dead. A perfect shot!

I smiled in delight, scurrying over to the corpse. I grabbed the head, buried the rest of the body in a peaceful hole with many other animals I had killed, so he would not be alone in death. I rushed back into my house and into the basement. I placed his head on a crucifix in my basement after that. I would use them as a tool later.

Also during that day, I stole a pig from a nearby barn, killed it, and spiked it's head on one a machine made by yours truly. Turning on the machine, I watched the pig's head spin with delight as the clockwork inside of it rapidly did their jobs. Spin, spin, spin! It still gives me a laugh.

There was one final event that day, though.