Kuribo sighed, letting his head smack into the computer desk as a sign of complete exasperation. It had taken what felt like several lifetimes to craft this game, and now, not only was the game not going to fill, but it was also being filled by the scraps and gutter trash of mafiascum. Briefly, Kuribo wondered what he did to deserve being dickslapped in the face by an Angry God’s large member, but soon his feelings of disappointment and frustration faded away and were replaced by anger. He let out a mighty scream, calling his loyal lover T-Bone to his side.
T-Bone was a caring man who cared deeply for his masculine ball of irresistible rage. He would never admit it to his lover, but he was never truly attracted to Kuribo unless Kuribo was in one of his moods; seeing Kuribo’s veins pop out of his head and seeing his hands tremble in anger made T-Bone’s knees weaker than jelly, and Kuribo was certainly in one of those moods right now. T-Bone put a loving hand on his shoulder, trying to hide the smile that was forming on his face. “Kuribo, I promise you this game will fill. Although people don’t understand how much time and effort we’ve put into crafting this game yet, they will realize what terrible mistakes they’re making and come running soon. I promise.”
Kuribo’s hand stopped trembling for a brief moment as he tried to collect himself and count to ten, but the power of his anger only grew more and more overwhelming. “I don’t understand why they don’t understand how amazing our game is already. Don’t they already understand what we are capable of? Don’t they understand what happens when The Beast comes out from his cage and moves all of his energy towards creation instead of destruction?”
For a second, T-Bone’s and Kuribo’s eyes locked and T-Bone could see all of the passion, all of the anger in his lover’s eyes. It took every last bit of self-restraint he possessed not to yank Kuribo’s Binding of Isaac tie, bring him closer, and kiss those trembling lips. He took a deep breath, picturing Gary Busey in drag in an effort to chase out the mental images of Kuribo holding and squeezing him. “Of course they don’t understand. If they understood, there would be men and women for miles around, begging for the privilege to see the Beast let out of his cage.”
Kuribo rose from his seat, tenderly moving T-Bone’s long hair to the side. T-Bone closed his eyes, shuddering as he imagined Kuribo’s mouth and hands exploring every inch of his well-maintained temple.
The door opened. A beaming man in a flowing white dress walked through, holding bags of clothes in both hands. “Honey? Are you in here?”
T-Bone drew back instinctively, burning with jealousy as Kuribo shot him an apologetic look and turned around, grabbing Untrod Tripod’s hips and giving him a passionate kiss on the lips that was meant for T-Bone. Kuribo smiled. “Yes. I’m here.”