jewfr00
Active Member
I used to love resin, but then I cut myself while scraping my pipe one day. And when I say I cut myself, I mean I cut myself really bad. While scraping my biggest pipe, I heard something crack, but thought nothing of it, perhaps I had just chipped the inside. I decided to be more careful, but the biggest and stickiest resinball was stuck in there. I swirled my scraping tool round and round but to no avail, I knew this would take drastic measures. So I got aggressive and jammed the thin piece of metal directly into the giant resinball. Success! The resinball had been scraped, it was stuck on the end of the paperclip and slowly being drugged towards the carb where it would be pulled out piece by piece. But before he could finish, something went horribly wrong! An earthquake in the middle of scraping resin! I was tossed around the room like a pinball, holding onto my large pipe and resin for dear life, but ended up losing them both. The giant resinball flung into a nearby wall, while the pipe slammed into another wall, sending glass shards everywhere which I luckily managed to dodge, for the most part. One large shard managed to get my arm, cutting me rather badly. The cut was deep and bleeding profusely. The earthquake came to a stop, everything in the room had ended up on the floor or tossed aside, it was a big mess. The pain hit me almost immediately after that, I had very little time to react to such an injury so I went with instinct and grabbed the giant sticky resinball that had been stuck to the wall and pressed it into my injury. The sticky gooiness of the resin began to crawl across my injury, covering it all up and stopping me from bleeding. It healed the wound somehow, covering up the injury and becoming one with my body. This was no ordinary resin, this resin was super sticky, super tough, super stretchy, and super radioactive. Must have been from all that government weed I had been smoking, made my resin radioactive! Before I could gather my thoughts, the resin had already begun traveling up and down my arm, stretching more of it's sticky black gooiness onto my body. Slowly but surely I was being possessed or taken over by this resin. The resin from my pipes, bongs, roaches, even from my lungs, any kind of resin began to act on it's own. Following the will of this super resin, all the resin removed itself from it's sticky homes and began to move towards me, the resin in my lungs escaping through my mouth and nostrils and covering my face in a resin-like mask. The rest of the resin covered my entire body, piece by piece I was taken over by resin, and finally the mask was complete. I was now completely covered in resin, head to toe, I was a man made of resin. Is there a way to return to normal? Or am I stuck like this forever? From now on I am no longer a normal man, maybe I could use these powers for good and become a hero...Or maybe for evil and be a nasty sticky villain!?! No matter what my fate may be, from now on, I no longer love resin, I AM RESIN!!!!
