16, February, 2016 Five minutes ago the last rabbit was sent hurling down the floors, the familiar kicking of legs and panic overcoming her but yet still not enough to give her a heart attack, at least not before she hit the concrete floor with the familiar "Crunch" sound I still found so sweet and delightful. Hard to tell if the fall killed her before the heart attack did though. This marked the 42nd rabbit to be sent down and from this height and they really did not stand a chance in this stage however I still took all the detail I could from the fresh corpses, which by now had accumulated to a rotting pile of red, furry and pungent mess of intestines and other organs over the previous months of my experiment. Blood ran down the little cracks in the pavements and into the gutters and birds pecked at the little eyes that were hanging from the empty sockets, I can not help but admire the artistic aspect of this truly uplifting sight. Well at least the cats are kept well fed I tell myself almost grinning, cats would most likely be able to survive the fall with only a few broken ribs, and maybe a small case of a fractured skull but that's for another experiment I have in mind. For now I must conclude my current one and collect all the data collected from my very interesting findings and then document them in array. To explain what lead me to conduct this most thrilling experiment I must take you back to my childhood days. I had a pet rabbit when I was a child, his name was Tiddles and he was given to me by my aunt, Audrey. I loved stroking him, I think he loved it too but I always had a little voice in my head asking me, "how far would Tiddles have to fall and yet still survive?". At first this was only a notion I quickly dismissed however as time went on I kept asking myself the same question to the extent that it became a dream of mine, I was so captivated by this desire of mine, to test Tiddles frail little legs. It started by me throwing him out of the ground floor window into our lovely garden. He survived that with nothing more than a little surprised look upon his chubby little face. How disappointing I thought to myself. I wanted more, I craved it. At night I dreamed of finding the point at which a rabbit would successfully, just about survive a fall with numerous fatal injuries to be proud of. The idea made me happy, I sat most of the days deep in thought and at times would laugh out loud as the indescribable buzz and excitement took hold of me and sent me into a frenzy I felt most pleasing indeed and sometimes to the point of sexual arousing. Approximately 18 years later I had accumulated enough to fund my experiments. It had been torture waiting for this moment to arrive and now, it has finally arrived. I stood in my kitchen and I let my Bunny Bank, full of my savings drop onto the red clay tiles and smash into so many sharp pieces and revealing my hard earned cash. Excitement like I have never experienced before gripped me and sent me into a wonderful spasm of profound and loud laughing. I could not stop laughing, unable to control myself I laughed until I could laugh no longer from pure exhaustion. Words do not allow me to explain fully the deep pleasure and satisfaction I felt in the moment, a lovely tingling sensation consumed my body and I found that I had further ejaculated into my underwear. After purchasing fifty rabbits, all of different breeds, colours and shapes I had to spare one for my notebook to record my findings, which I had to cover in a rabbit's fur. Though a messy job because of my inexperience or perhaps because I killed it with a blunt pencil instead of a sharp blade, the book came out rather nice. It had a lovely tint of deep red, bordering brown but it did start to smell slightly after a week. I found it however a pleasant and sweet scent that I came to love as it grew stronger. I kept the rabbits well fed and comfortable before I sent them to their descent. The question I had asked for all those years, as I whispered softly in tiddles large years "what would happen if you fell my dear? What would happen?" At the lowest floors the rabbits survived with little but a shock and perhaps a broken leg or so, I did not feed them after they landed as that would be a waste of the limited supply of food I had, they simply died of shock or starvation, that is if they survived the hungry wild cats first. As the distance to the ground became further, the lifespan of the little fury creatures lifespan decreased dramatically. Weeks went by of rabbits being flung from windows and balconies until they would hit the ground below and hubble away on the few legs they had working, their cute little eyes so wide with fear. When they had all their legs broke they simply lay hopelessly wishing death would arrive sooner. My question was finally answered after 4 months into the experiment. I measured the distance from the ground floor to the 12th floor. It was at this floor they would just about live, though paralyzed when they hit the ground, their heart would have a slight beat yet. Life still gripped onto them, keeping them from escaping this cruel world. If however I dropped a rabbit from the 13th floor most of them would simply die and if they did not meet death, it would get to them a few seconds later. After this stage I still kept going higher and higher. That concludes my brief account of my experiments, for now. My break is over and I must attend to finish off my findings. Spoiler If you even bothered to read this shit then please know, it hurt me more to write it than it did hurt you to read it. I was bored and I blame the music I was listening for how disturbing and fucked up this nonsense is. Do not judge me based on this please.
Unsurprisingly I do not want anyone to read it, it holds some of the darkest fantasies a child could posses. Specs: -Radeon R9 270x -i5 4590 -8gb ddr3
Yes I did, but I only write stuff like this when I am extremely bored. Took me about 15-20 minutes to write.
