Shroom live readings

[cirno.enthusiast 3]

We should do an event where we hop into voice chat and read a book together, starting with this one

 

[⸻⸻⸻]

I don't feel like reading today.

 

[ARKHAN THE BLACK]

I don't know how to read

 

[ATWA ya dig?]

ITT we read Fallout: Equestria in one sitting

 

[Chloroform]

We should do an event where we hop into voice chat and read a book together, starting with this one
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Honestly reading shit like this with ESL voice would be funny

 

[ATWA ya dig?]

Honestly reading shit like this with ESL voice would be funny

@Soyteen Liker

 

[Lateral]

We should do an event where we hop into voice chat and read a book together, starting with this one
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Be the change you want to see in the world.

 

[_account]

Quan Mills mogs "Whitney Ryan" (fakest name award)

 

[Lateral]

@RandalSoy said xe recorded xirself reading one of my threads but refuses to release it due to being a SLF. This alone would justify xir ban.

 

[smigglepuss]

No I don't think I want to.

 

[catjakker]

how about you read me a bedtime story because im sleepy

 

[شروما ابنة شروم]

What is a reading?

 

[Sloppyjakky`]

We should do an event where we hop into voice chat and read a book together, starting with this one
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could be a good idea

 

[Tuna]

sure but not if its that book

 

[Sloppyjakky`]

sure but not if its that book

BOOOORING

 

[Lateral]

sure but not if its that book

How about this?

Spoiler: Wall of text

Cuckold Tournament Arc
Episode 1: “The Call of the Chair”

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FADE IN:

EXT. THE SHROOM – NIGHT

A dark, neon-lit underground city. Flickering signs. Distant cheering. A massive golden throne sits on a high platform in the center of a ruined coliseum, glowing faintly.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
In a world where strength is measured not by fists… but by how thoroughly you can be broken… one tournament rules above all others.

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INT. SMALL APARTMENT – NIGHT

ECSTASY sits on the floor, staring at a photo of RandalSoy. He is feminine, long dark hair, gold jewelry, eyes full of longing.

ECSTASY
Randal… if I win the Cuck Chair… maybe then you’ll finally look at me. Really look at me.

He clutches the photo to his chest.

Suddenly the door SLAMS open.

DAP storms in, wild-eyed, heavy Russian accent.

DAP
Ecstasy! You pathetic little worm! I have come to warn you! My content is superior! My IQ is 333! When I win the tournament, RandalSoy will finally understand that only I am worthy! You will burn in hell with the rest of the mediocre!

ECSTASY
Dap… please leave.

DAP
Nyet! I will not leave until you accept your inferiority!

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EXT. MARKET STREET – NIGHT

CARGO stands behind a stall filled with high-quality gear, arms crossed, thick Irish accent.

CARGO
Ah for feck’s sake… another tournament. Every single one of ye is a pure eejit. But money’s money, so come buy yer gear before I close up and go drink meself to death.

GOOT stands at the rival stall next door, selling clearly terrible merchandise. Thick Dutch accent.

GOOT
You see?! Nobody buys from Goot! It is conspiracy! International conspiracy against Dutch furries! You all are in on it! Admit it!

CARGO
Goot, ye’re sellin’ absolute shite. That’s why nobody buys it.

GOOT
Lies! Conspiracy lies!

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INT. TRAINING HALL – NIGHT

MEURSAULT stands in the center of a dark room, long black hair, red eyes glowing. He speaks in a deep, overly dramatic anime voice.

MEURSAULT
For fifty years… I have sat upon the Cuck Chair. I have accepted every betrayal… every humiliation… every cold gaze. The abyss has long since stopped staring back. It simply… nods.

SOYTEEN LIKER waddles in, extremely large, holding a microphone, cheerful and loud.

SOYTEEN LIKER
Babe~ I’m gonna go suck some BBCs real quick, okay? Don’t wait up!
(she starts singing terribly)
♪ I’m the queen of the chair and the dick and the— ♪

The sound waves visibly distort the air. Meursault doesn’t flinch.

MEURSAULT
…As expected. My eternal lover’s voice is the purest form of despair.

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EXT. STREET CORNER – NIGHT

ONZIKIN is on his knees in front of a random woman walking by, Brazilian accent thick with emotion.

ONZIKIN
Please… beautiful lady… allow this humble Brazilian heart to serve you for eternity! I will carry your bags! I will fight your enemies! I will—

The woman keeps walking. Onzikin immediately turns to another woman.

ONZIKIN
Ah! Even more beautiful! My heart has chosen anew!

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INT. RANDOM ALLEY – NIGHT

RANDALSOY leans against a wall, looking bored. She has a small knife and is casually examining a drop of blood on it with mild interest.

MINUTEMAN stands nearby, holding a small bottle of estrogen pills. He looks conflicted.

RANDALSOY
Just take it already.

MINUTEMAN
I… I was going to, but then I started thinking about the philosophical implications of—

A bird suddenly swoops down and steals the bottle, flying away.

MINUTEMAN
…Every time.

RandalSoy sighs, completely unimpressed.

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EXT. COLOSSEUM GATES – NIGHT

A giant holographic screen lights up above the entrance.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
The Cuck Chair Championship begins now! All who seek the ultimate humiliation… step forward!

Ecstasy walks toward the gates, eyes burning with determination.

Dap follows right behind him, still monologuing.

Cargo and Goot argue in the background while packing their stalls.

Meursault and Soyteen Liker approach from the shadows.

Onzikin runs in after another woman.

RandalSoy walks in last, hands in pockets, looking already done with everything.

Minuteman trails behind, still staring at the empty space where the estrogen bottle used to be.

ECSTASY
(softly)
This time… I’ll become the biggest cuck of all. For you, Randal.

DAP
You will fail! My content is better!

MEURSAULT
The abyss awaits…

GOOT
Conspiracy! It is all conspiracy!

CARGO
Jesus Christ, I already regret opening the stall today.

FADE OUT.

TO BE CONTINUED