⋮ No. 21028 
The opening from that one Killing Floor story in /th/.
Da outside ghetto is on tha brink of collapse. Not even a year ago, nightmarish creatures was unleashed from tha depthz of a London-based bio-engineerin company, cuz of tha actionz of its crazy CEO. Within weeks, these 'specimens' spread across tha European continent, quickly spillin over tha fuck into tha rest of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Wars was forgotten, oldschool grudges ignored, n' previous reservations dropped as tha entire human race fought fo' game against tha horde of horrific creatures.
But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat not a single thug up in Gensokyo knows all dis bullshit. Da actionz of one Yukari Yakumo is ta blame fo' dis shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch peeped it as humans fought a losin battle on tha outside yo, but rather than lend a helpin hand, her big-ass booty simply ignored tha issue. When tha specimens reached Asia, n' mo' specifically, Japan, dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't ignore it no mo'.
As before, outsidaz occasionally slip all up in tha border separatin Gensokyo from tha outside. This includes tha monstas currently ravagin tha outside. Da moment she aware of a specimen slippin past tha border, her dope ass destroys it, straight-up n' utterly. When tha occasionizzle human survivor findz theyselves up in Gensokyo, she on tha fuckin' down-lowly returns dem ta tha outside.
As time went on, less n' less survivors juiced it up through, n' mo' n' mo' specimens done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yukari had her handz full wit disposin of dem before mah playas encountered them, ta tha point where tha rare human dat juiced it up all up in was ignored, since tha wildlife probably finished dem off anyway fo' realz. And besides, even Yukari can't peep everywhere at once.
This is tha reason that, one day, you managed ta stumble tha fuck into dis hidden ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
⋮ No. 21036 Well, you don't straight-up have any place ta bounce tha fuck out. Therez not a god damn thang ta do up in yo' room, n' tha library is still too big-ass ta check n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. Yo ass should probably rap ta Remilia bout gettin time fo' dat soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well, itz been on some thugged-out dizzle since you've peeped tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So you decizzle ta go rap wit Meiling.
But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat upon nearin tha mansionz front doors, you hear a voice dat you should straight-up not be hearin under any circumstances.
"-oooooon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Why can't I go insiiiiiiiide?"
"Yo, I've holla'd at you already dawwwwg! Is you tryin ta make mah thang difficult?"
"But Meiliiiiiiiiing!"
Yo ass rush towardz tha door, almost kickin it open before you restrain yo ass.
At first, tha light is blinding. But then, as yo' eyes adjust, you peep fo' realz. A hoe whoz ass should straight-up not be here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Starin up in her usual mad drama towardz yo thugged-out ass.
"Cirno!"
"Hayate!"
Yo ass yell each otherz names up in unison.
"What is you bustin here!?"
"What're you bustin here!?"
"Yo, I axed you first!"
"No you didn't son! I axed you first!"
"Yo ass should dig yo' elders!"
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