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Habbo Hotel. Taking retardedness to a new level.
by Dave


   We immediately set about finding a base to concoct evil diabolical schemes and uh... not much else. There's not much to do in Habbo hotel apart from walk around. Even the TVs always seem to be on static. Anyway, since most of the rooms in Habbo Hotel are full of schmucks we decided to create a base of our own, and the result was the Gypsy Gathering. A fine, secluded little area away from prying eyes.

   Now that we had territory to call our own, it was time to lure some poor souls inside to find out what vile experiments we could conduct. Esmiralda (aka Alex Zima) decided to scout for people in the hotel, hoping to use his womanly charm to seduce some gullible fellow whilst the rest of us stayed in the gathering and played mantrains. Soon enough, our luck was in.

   Esmiralda had returned with some guy. Immediately one of us blocked the door, making sure any attempts to escape were futile. The rest of us smiled at him eagerly. He seemed nervous, and backed off into a corner. The trap was set.


Hot gangrape action!!

   After a couple of minutes of keeping this guy trapped and doing the horrible nasty to him, it turned out that he was a cop. With the ability to ban us. Considering we had just happily buttfucked this guy into a corner we weren't in the greatest of situations anymore. We kicked him out of the gathering before he could press the ban button. I seriously, honestly regret that I couldn't see the face of the guy behind the cop character as he watched himself get assraped on-screen.

   More people eventually came into the gathering on their own accord (presumably they were curious because of the name), and each met the same fate as the cop. One guy called Drew (inexplicably) kept coming back into the room each time we kicked him for more buttrape. I dunno, maybe he enjoyed the sensual touch of a bunch of pink-clad idiots dancing around him and shouting "UNF UNF UNF." Whatever pops your Lambrisco cork I guess. Another guy came into the room and shouted "I HATE HIPPIES" (implying that we were hippies because of our room name). He was last seen running screaming throughout the hotel hallways.

   After a while the novelty of organised bumrapings had started to wear a little thin, so The Pink Ladymen decided to take to the hallways in hopes of a new source of entertainment. After wandering around aimlessly and annoying the hell out of people for a while, we came to the main part of the hallway, where there was a small gathering of...


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