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I was only nine years old. I loved Wumpus so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Wumpus every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Wumpus is love", I would say, "Wumpus is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Wumpus. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Wumpus. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "pengas". He grabs me with his powerful wingus hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Wumpus. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Wumpus. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Wumpus. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Wumpus looks him straight in the eye, and says, "pengas". Wumpus leaves through my window. Wumpus is love. Wumpus is life.

I profess to be a DEVOUT supporter of wumpus.

Please join in our movement to end the oppression of our ancient lord.

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I was only nine years old. I loved Wumpus so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Wumpus every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Wumpus is love", I would say, "Wumpus is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Wumpus. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Wumpus. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "pengas". He grabs me with his powerful wingus hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Wumpus. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Wumpus. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Wumpus. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Wumpus looks him straight in the eye, and says, "pengas". Wumpus leaves through my window. Wumpus is love. Wumpus is life.

I profess to be a DEVOUT supporter of wumpus.

Please join in our movement to end the oppression of our ancient lord.