Today you’re going to die with a pooper full of shit. And you know what that means. It means your last moment will be one of shame as your gastrointestinal track loses all control and you just shit all over yourself.
Normally this would be cause for deep shame, but today the guy that killed you is going to come over to your body and try to take a trophy from your supine corpse. He’ll be getting ready to lop off your ear with a giant knife when his boot catches some liquefied shit which, mixed with blood and urine flowing out of your body like it’s going out of style, is going to make the grass you died on real slippery. So the guy that killed you is going to lose his balance, knife in hand, and tumble on to it, ramming it into his ribcage and puncturing his lung.
He’ll lay there as his vision swims, bleeding out as breath fails him, and his last moments will be spent buried in your blood and excrement, providing you with perhaps the single most satisfying after-death revenge moment as your foe dies after killing you, smothered in your own shit and piss.
Congratulations on Voiding Your Bowels!
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