Talk:Silent Forest/@comment-24463000-20180414071541

Forests is never silent. Thatz tha straight-up original gangsta thang you learn whenever you go up camping, hiking, or anythang else where you might gotta pass all up in or live up in a gangbangin' forest.

Forests aren't silent fo' a phat reason. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They teem wit game, like fuckin birds, insects, n' lil' small-ass muthafuckas; thatz just tha game dat make noises. Trees, grass, n' bacteria is also bountiful naaahhmean, biatch? This, of course, is no secret.

One forest, somewhere just northeast of Manchester, England, is straight-up silent. Muthafuckas drive past it millionz of times per year yo, but from they car, they can't notice tha lack of sound.

Every now n' then one of mah thugs will peep tha forest as they sit up in traffic. They is convinced dat they saw somethang yo, but no muthafucka has eva straight-up peeped dat shit.

When tha Romans settled n' established Manchester, tha forest was there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sentries n' soldiers would sometimes skip they dutizzles ta git all up in tha forest, n' simply never be peeped again.

Sometimes raped dem hoes would flee from tha hood tha fuck into tha forest, beatboxin up in terror, only fo' tha soldiers ta come ta a halt at its edges, n' hear her screams stop abruptly fo' realz. As if her big-ass booty suddenly lost her voice.

Rumorz of tha forest up in Manchesta was so rife dat at one point, Rome busted priests n' elite soldiers tha fuck into tha forest ta exorcise dat shit. Bloodstained armor, robes, n' a single slick human eye was found outside Manchesta tha next morning, somehow havin been placed despite tha sentries n' tha night-guard, n' placed soundlessly at that.

Rumor also has it dat it likes ta move sometimes. Da road nearby gives it ample options fo' bustin so, which is probably why no muthafucka has heard of dat shit. Dat shiznit was probably considered a myth fo' realz. A scout jam busted up in while dat shiznit was away came up wit nothing, n' dat shiznit was forgotten yo, but it always returns ta its home sooner or later, up in Manchester.