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Emergence Day - The Coli Novel
As I came to, I felt a burning light piercing through my closed eyelids. As I opened my eyes to investigate, the more I saw things clearer, the more confused I became. I knew it was what I learned to be a hospital and I was what was called a patient. But of what, I thought?
My head filled with excruciating pain, which I fought through; I had to remember what the GOAT Gawds provided for me in the Holy Book of Coli. I needed to know whether I was safe or in danger.
A figure approached.
I fell deathly tired; I lost consciousness before I could see who or what it was.
I awoke again; weak but getting stronger.
I wasn't dreaming, I was in the same place.
Again, the figure moved toward me.
I blinked and moved my head towards it. I gasped at the sight of such a grotesque being.
I, for the first time, heard the unfamiliar breathing of another living being not caught in the intense passion of being fukked on a futon by the demon goddess Pinky as I viewed for so many times in the Holy Book of Just Buggin’ Out Chapter 3.
This – this was different. It didn’t give me an erection for which I’d be compelled to fap according to the commandments. It didn’t tempt me to hope the great prophet of exposure @malcolmxxx_45 might have find its booking info. It – it was neg worthy.
My pupils dilated, my arms tensed up, and my heart pounded intensely. It was a white man in a white rob like garment with a symbol of two serpents sown into it. I knew he was not my friend, regardless of his smile and tale of lies about life saving surgery rescuing me from a building fire.
I had to think quick. Without much of hesitation, and the help of adrenaline, my legs acted on their own. With precision, I flipped my legs up and wrapped my dominant leg around the “cacs” head while centrifugal force pulled my weight down onto his fragile neck snapping it instantly. The Book of Braz Jit Zoo written by the carpenter @Mowgli helped me immensely.
I heard a shriek, and I clenched my fists as I looked over to see another caduceus cac, also known as doctor in this world, and as I approached him he em jay cryied faced. As a last attempt at avoiding the eternal neg, he said something that made me doubt the Holy Book of Coli.
“He…he…he was ONLY TRYING TO HELP!” he shouted as tears rain down his face.
I thought for a moment about the veracity of his statement. I looked at my body, it was bandaged up and it did appear as if some middle procedure was performed to save my life. Maybe – maybe I was wrong to view them as an enemy.
The caduceus cac approached me slowly and offered a moment of compassion as he touched my shoulder as a sign of mutual peace. I looked down at my hands, feeling a sense of guilt.
I told him to help me hide out for the night. Whether out of fear or empathy, the caduceus cac hid me in a storage container.
I slept but how long would I be safe? Could a caduceus cac be trusted? These questions went unanswered as I fell asleep.
I drifted into multiple dream states. Visions of Blackness. Visions of the Ancient Gif Twerk Goddesses that guided the early prophets through the dry spells of the p*ssy famine of the ancients. Visions of the Judas' who preached false prophecy of pawgs with no bottom bumps. Visions of c00ns.
And then a whisper which stated that which should never be forgotten by the so-called black as I was taught to not regard myself.
As I walked towards the hospital parking lot exit being led by the only other caduceus cac I came across, he asked if he should continue to lead me through the wilderness and help me on my journey.
That was when the commandments grew louder than mere whispers:
“Thou must not be tempted to the ways of the c00n; as thy enemy is thee cadecues cac sneakiliy trying to steal thy organs” as I remembered it being written in the Book of Lockered Rooms.
I took his stethoscope and choked him with it as I whispered the most brutal word into his ear:
"Ether", "ether", "ether."
I managed to escape the so called hospital. I noticed a stray pit bull following me. I named him Tow tow.
As we escaped onto a departing freight ship into the unknown ocean I looked at him.
“This aint home no mo’, Tow Tow, the world is demonic friend, it ain’t facts no mo.” I whispered to him as I fell asleep in the hull of the ship.
If only I remembered the bitter truth of the sea… If only I remembered the earth was flat.
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