Experimental literature

[WeNeedLobotomy]

The sphere of the rarely occurring ways to die

They're born by a desperate, ironic and psychologically damaged in poetic way writer who doesn't feel the slightest pity for them. They are six.
Joro had an impolitely round body. His stench varied from sickening to stench from which you can't stop yourself from cutting your own throat so that he won't follow you. Secretly he was worried that no one has seen his $@#*@ yet and he is 40 but he explained that with the fact that he was a true puritan. He wrote masterpieces which his parents appreciated while they were providing for him. Until one day Baron Jack's invisible hand dragged him right into the Sphere of the rarely occurring ways to die.
Helen looked like she came out of a painting. This wasn't entirely false because there was hardly any part of her body which was truly hers. She fixed her nose when she was 13, her lobe and ears when she was 14, her bottom jaw - 15, teeth whitening, breast augmentation, ass reduction and leg correction at 16 and by the age of 17 she finally polished her skull to complete her perfection, to become what she always wanted to be. And now she clearly realized how she is entirely flawless and better than everyone else who are born, who were born, and will be born. At the age of 18 she was thrown into the Sphere of rarely occurring ways to die.
While Joro was playing writer and Helen was playing perfect, Steven was playing a shrewd manipulator. His breath smelled like blue cheese and was mentally disordered as far as psychopathological books allowed him to be. He had various psychological complexes, he was the romantic hangover of his parents and he had found the greatest way to feel complete, despite that he was ugly, lazy and as thick as a plank. He lied and confused others only for personal pleasure. The only friend Stephen had and loved was his trustworthy molecule-feeder which he was convinced didn't stop following him.
Mirena was one of those people who were designed to work in town administration. She was devoid of any imagination, she was obnoxious, instinctively sucking up to authorities, and was in possession of a huge ass which protected her back and on which she could bounce if she ever got bored during her endless days behind the cash bank. She was certain that everyone are in love with her and she hated everyone. She recognized her right to tell others how should they speak, think, eeat, rest, duck, lose weight, dress and live.
Goth was an amazingly apt to music. But he couldn't understand if he likes a given song before he knew what genre is it and which year was it produced. Because he only liked old and hard metal. Everyone who listened to any different genre was a sheer poser. If Goth wasn't that dumb, he wouldn't have had any possibility to make a living. That's why he was a manager of the fan group of "We Rape Little Bunnies While Using Nuclear Weapons And We Praise Satan" and took a percent from everything they were paid for.
KHHHRK is a cockroach. And none of the other participants didn't even know that she also was dragged into the Sphere of the rarely occurring ways to die. Each week the plot will be developed and one of the characters will die. Whoever this is will be decided only by your vote. The participant who got the most votes will disappear from the story in a painful way while the others proceed until there is one remaining.
Besides that we suggest to comment who do you want to die, why or who of your surroundings steps the most on your nerves.

Sorry about the poll being only in Bulgarian, this will be fixed for next round.
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[LouisCyphre2501]

It's a step in the right direction. It's very angsty and reads like the lyrics of a Manson song. But my early work was like that to. Keep going.

[WeNeedLobotomy]

Part 1
PART I
It was a huge dome similar to a greenhouse but made out of some exceptionally hard glass, which allowed light to come in but nothing further. In the center a pillar was raised on which speakers were hanging which suddenly blasted with sound.
"You are gathered here from all over the northern hemisphere but you all speak Bulgarian as a native language. In the granary east of the pillar you will find all the food you need. You will be released from the dome in five weeks. One of you suffers from a sexually transmitted disease. If anyone is able to find out who this is will receive the first piece of the puzzle with which you'll be allowed to leave the Sphere. If someone guesses wrong then the diseased will receive the piece. To suggest a name you should stand by the speakers and shout it.
STEPHEN
"Yes, Montesquieu, they actually look like Jupiter. Except they are two." He was discussing the ass of one of his cellmates with his molecule-feeder.
"It is unlikely that she suffers from a STD. If something ever made love to her it is most probably dead."
"I agree. My suspicion towards her falls down to 45%. We must pay more attention to the others."
"Even so, doesn't it seem to you annoying to be under the commandment of the speakers?"
"I find it disgracing but on the other hand I am burning with interest. At first sight it looks like that the only one who is capable of affording a STD is the remodeled one because, you see, she is 18 which means that she most probably had sex at 16 because it is the most popularly acceptable age for losing your virginity. But on the other hand it looks like she wouldn't have sex with anyone except if she had scrutinized him and his whole family tree.
"What about that guy who needs to prove so hard that he is a metalhead?" Montesquieu asked with his silent molecular voice.
"As far as I am familiar with the environment of contemporary metal posers the easily accessible sex is connected with commercial pop culture. Hence the evil. The girls in his culture are most often represented as asexual beings and he doesn't seem like the type of guy who could overcome this. As much as I hate being under the commandment of the speakers, I'm too interested."
KHHHRK
There is no way to know if there will be food and shelter for everybody so the first things on the agenda are:
1. Find a shelter and stack as much as possible resources in it ( probably there will be inaccessible for large organisms places in the granary where we can entrench. )
2. Explore the shady tracks which are hard to notice and use them as a tunnel.
3. Given the fact that there aren't many cockroaches around here, we should find as many as possible holes and fill them with as much food as we can gather because we don't know how much we will have to stay here.
Just as we assumed, there was enough hideouts in the granary. That's why we eat to our fill and then carry the bread crumbles so that the big creatures won't eat them.
(KHHHRK in cockroach means Bear Grylls.)
HELEN
I have no idea who dared to perform such a trick but he is considered a corpse from now on. Once I get out of here, that nasty, oppressed boy or girl will be chased down by the best lawyers affordable. I just need to come down. Nerves cause aging. I don't want to go moldy. The universe doesn't deserve to lose that fabulous face.
"Hey you!" I shouted to some stooping excuse for a human being who was talking to himself. "I'll let you touch me if you serve me food."
If you have a suggestion who might have the STD post in the commentary section. The first one to guess right can grant immortality to one of the characters for the next week.

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[WeNeedLobotomy]

Got

It is obvious that is me. Fucking prostitutes. What in God's name could it be? But now I have to hide.
"Why the fuck are you fucking looking at me, fluffy?" I made the fat nerd shit himself with which I found myself in the dome.
Why the fuck did I buy that shit that Pesho said - to pick up some "meat" off the highway. Will it start hurting me? When I touch it, it seems fine..
I must not look suspicious. All the muffins are keeping their eyes on me.
We entered the granary and it appeared to be a room as wide as the vagina of a hippo. In the center there were stacked wooden boxes and we started to unwrap them.

Mirena

Everyone looked like I earn a bigger salary than them except may be Helen. I immediately remembered her name.
"Hello, missis!" She was thinking of giving her luggage to the stooping slug in front of her but I doubt that he is that capable of thinking that he'll get close to her. "Let me help you with that luggage."
"There you go." She said to me and tossed me the luggage.
Fools claim that I suck up and stuff like this but the truth is just that I respect achievers. Is there really something bad to be learning from the smart?"
"Who do you think is the diseased?"
"I know it is not me. Is it you?"
"In no way possible, missis! Hey you!" I called some fat kid "Stop hanging around! Come and help us with the luggage!"
I experienced a moment of baffling. Why was she the only one with luggage around here?

Joro

I rushed to help the girls.
"Yes, sure! I was just lost in thought." I smiled awkwardly. The cute girl that called my name looked at me for a moment but when she felt that the other(more attractive girl) isn't watching she stared forward. I thought I was in love. She was like a fairy! I would have imagined how I save her from dragons and then we would have made love all night in my castle.
Oh! I have came about with a rash again. But this time it looked like little stars in the sky! Loves makes everything so beautiful!
"I'm a writer." I said proudly but no seemed to be bothered by that fact. "Do you want me to show you some of my stories?"
Shortly after we stepped into the granary. It was full of wooden crates in which most probably there was food.
On of the crates there was something carved - "The Sphere is a fucking %u03C0%u03C1 %u2642"
"What is this?"

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