Write erotic fanfiction about Null

Would you smash Null?

  • Yes

    Votes: 13 50.0%
  • Yes

    Votes: 13 50.0%

  • Total voters
    26
Remember, it's only gay if the balls touch.
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OP is a fag, he didn't allow multiple votes.
 
Null cracked his whip, "eat,eat!" He yelled as she slowed for just a second. The table was filled with european cheese wheels and pizza slathered in hollandaise sauce and tomlinson branded pepperoni. "Do you know how much it cost to import these fine cheeses? I had to create a sham legal fund to pay for it all. I wish there was any cheese in america, people keep suggesting places but I know it's all lies!" She's started to cry from the pain, she has already eaten so much cheese and her once skinny body was transformed in a huge tub of lard and fat. " please can I at least eat something without cheese" she cries out. "I was going to buy a half cow carcus but I would need approval from USDA and I don't want to glowies sticking there noses in this" replyed null. "You just keep eating, I'm going to go watch anime I'm really loving this plus size elf show and gushing over magical girls. I just love anime it's the only true art that exist" null said as he lumber up the steps of his basement.
 
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Null's life would be a pretty good read if an auto-biographical writer got his hands on him. It's absurdly retarded.

Mad at The Internet.

A political thriller featuring one man's journey across the turning tides of the "Internet." A web of betrayal, deceit, laughter, and amholes spread around topics of freedom, financial sovereignty, the vulnerable infrastructure of the Internet, conspiracies of serendipitous selfish lies, corporate espionage, journalistic malpractice, litigious litigants, four suicides, unrequited child-hood play-house puppy love, and a banana pepper farmer's enduring spirit.

From pitiful Whataburger neko shota boys to lofty big game feeding, Null, the owner and ooperator of The Kiwi Farms, ascends from coding mundane time-sheet software to maintaining the Internet's beating heart. A forum beset on all sides, from righteous to malicious actors, tasked to be the final information arteries of the Internet.

"Needless to say, Queen's Fart Throne stays up." - Joshua Connor Moon (Null)

An intimately personal recounting of a generation-defining hero, Null's story is a multidisciplinary page-turning coming-of-age turn political thriller.

"Stubborn? It's US legal, so I'll just try again and again and again. They can't stop me." - Joshua Connor Moon (Null)

(It ends with Chantal breaking his heart... like crushing him and exploding his heart.)
 
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This only took 2 generation attempts, not too shabby!

Here's the tale of Null and Lucario:In the bustling streets of Indigo City, a peculiar figure often drew whispers - Null, a portly man of short stature with a gentle demeanor and an insatiable passion for Pokémon. His chubby frame belied a heart ripe for adventure and an uncommon lust for life.One fateful evening, while exploring the abandoned gym on the outskirts of town, Null encountered a magnificent Lucario. The powerful Fighting/Steel-type's radiant aura drew the chubby enthusiast like a moth to a flame. As their eyes met, something primal sparked between them, a connection that transcended the boundaries of trainer and creature.Unable to resist the magnetic pull, Null approached the enigmatic Lucario with timid reverence, his calloused hands reaching out to stroke the Pokémon's sleek, gray coat. Lucario, curious and unafraid, nuzzled into Null's touch, its emerald eyes locking onto the cherubic face before it.In a whirlwind of instinct, Null surrendered to the forbidden fervor coursing through his veins. He tugged Lucario into the musty gym's shadows, the air thick with anticipation.
 
Once upon a time there was a handsome slobbermutt named Null who never dated fans because he wasn't retarded, but then he met the most handsome Kiwi ever and decided to be a little retarded and they lived happily ever after shoving handful after handful of banana peppers up one other and that handsome Kiwi grew up to be you. The end.
 
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