Lucis is an advanced civilization, the crown city of Insomnia is
self sustaining and generally safe, but the limited land with which to build on can barely fit the growing population. You are an independent adult who had landed a dream job in the heart of the city, your parents bid you farewell from their farmhouse just east of Lestallum, and now you are living alone
in a very crowded, claustrophobic, and constantly noisy business district.
One day, you find an offer of comfort in your solitary life:
Model: NOCT-1.5 (limited number of units produced):
This model is the cutting-edge technology of all companions available in the market, the be-all end-all royalty of the trade. it is never advertised because very few people can afford it, but you’re a tech nerd and you’ve heard of the legends
It’s usually ridiculously expensive and waaaay out of your range, for some reason, this one is on sharp discount in your local computer shop
the clerk tells you it’s on a discount because it has been taken out of the box by a previous owner and returned, but is in top shape otherwise
it’s a small investment even after the price cut and you’re seriously trying to talk yourself out of it, but the more you look at the android behind the sheer plastic, the more you are entranced by the sharp features and slim design.
a part of you hungers to see what the eyes look like once turned on, and what kinds of apps and functions you can install on such a rare product
you take it home, and the moment you plug it- him in, bright piercing eyes glow red for three seconds, and then mellow out to a soft crystal blue
heres my vrisrezi mix which is exclusively trashy mainstream top40 music which i personally believes embodies the Essence of Vrisrezi. I unironically like every single song in this mix, so feel free to send me hate on my taste in music.
SIDE A // girlfriend - avril lavigne // bad romance -
lady gaga // bad blood - taylor swift // the sweet escape - gwen stefani
// my life would suck without you - kelly clarkson // everytime we
touch - cascada // umbrella - rihanna // last friday night - katy
perry // die young - ke$ha // crazy in love - beyonce // bad girls - mia
SIDE B // teenagers
- my chemical romance // let’s kill tonight - panic! at the disco //
everybody loves me - one republic // my songs know what you did in the
dark - fall out boy // animals - maroon 5 // weightless - all time low
// must have have done something right - relient k // kiss you - one
direction // hey soul sister - train // one time - justin bieber //
everybody talks - neon trees
…and ARTPOP is officially declared by the music industry as a HIT! Five tracks off the album have charted on the Hot 100 Billboard Chart. (including, non-single “Dope” which charted at #8). The album surpassed 2.5 Million Copies Worldwide this month. And spawned two Platinum+ selling hits, “APPLAUSE” & “DO WHAT U WANT.” The album also debuted at #1 in US, UK, and AUSTRALIA! Way to go, LADY GAGA! Slay!!!
I swear man, I only listened to that mp3 like once. Now I can’t shake it. It’s like the hook of a top40 song…just stuck in my head all the time.
I followed the instructions though, so before I listened to the file I went and had a really good workout at the gym. I was lifting heavy…I mean it’s nothin compared to what I lift now, but I had serious spaghetti arms after that session.
The file didn’t really sound like…like anything. There were some beats and I thought I herd a little mumbling in the noise but I couldn’t really hear nothin
The next morning I woke up. Damn I was sore. My shoulders could really feel my time in the gym.
“Nobody lifts so hard that they’re sore all the time, unless your a Real Jock”. I hear it in my head, just like you’re standing here talking to me. Or was it just me talking to myself?
But I kept hereing that voice is my head. Whenever I’d move a muscle that I’d pushed hard on, I heard it. “Only Real Jocks lift that hard” or “You’re only sore cause your a Real Jock.”
Eventually I started echoing it in my head…then I started thinking it myself, and that voice was just ecoing what I already knew. By the end of the day…i dunno. I just accepted it. I was sore cuz I’m a real jock.
The first thing I thought when I stretched out in bed the next morning was “Your sore cuz you’re a Real Jock.”. It felt good to know that. Comforting, you know?
Then when I was in the shower, I moved my hand down to my dick. But the voice in my head said “Real Jocks don’t have to jerk it”. I’m a Real Jock so I just kept scrubbing down and got out a the shower without my normal morning cum.
I moved around my apartment getting ready. I was still achy all over. My brain kept echoing at me. Real Jock. I’m a Real Jock.
When it told me that Real Jock’s take a gym bag to the office…I didn’t even ask why. Its what Real Jocks do.
And cuz I know that Real Jocks take a gym bag…shit I must be an even realer one cuz I had a gym bag. And my muscles ached.
I took a long lunch and hit the gym, cuz real Jocks lift when the gyms not busy with casuals.
And I made sure to eat, cuz Real Jocks need fuel for their body.
Fresh new soreness was showing up on my hard worked muscles. Only a Real Jock gets sore from lifting that hard…
That night I stopped by the mall. Real Jocks want to show off their body…so I bought a bunch of tighter jeans and muscle fit t-s and tanks. And I picked up some new undies to, cuz Real Jocks only wear bright colored underwear.
After getting another 1500 calories in, I pretty much collapsed in front of the TV. A basketball game was on, and I watched it cuz I’m a Real Jock, and Real Jocks all watch sports.
And then at nine I went to bed. It’s like the first time in years I went to bed b4 midnight. A Real Jock needs his sleep.
The next day I loaded up my gym bag and went over lunch again. I pushed major weight…a Real Jock needs to push as hard as he can. U don’t push hard, you don’t get sore, and only a Real Jock pushes so hard he gets sore.
The days kinda bleed together now. I quit my shitty job - eventually they got sick of me taking long lunches. Now I’m the afternoon bartender at this ritzy hotel…I don’t gotta come in until one so theres lots of time to lift in the morning.
Shit…you just slid a room key across the bar. I knew u wanted my ass. Everyone does. And a Real Jock doesn’t need to jerk it, he gets fucked as often as he can. I’m off shift in twenty minutes…I can’t stay long tho, I gotta run home an sleep after. A Real Jock needs his sleep.
I doubt we’ll see eachother again after you dump your load in me. Unless…
How long r u in town for. I need a lifting partner, and u were just telling me you worked out earlier today.
Once I’m stripped down to just my brite orange briefs…I’ll ask…