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After a long ride from Preston train station to Manchester’s Picadilly station(about 15 minutes, but it felt like forever ‘cus of the old men that stank of year old urine and stale beer), Tasha disembarked. She ducked into the ladies bathroom and quickly changed into her new Tomb Raider cosplay outfit and began her search for the tomb of the Sack Men. She didn’t have the boobs to make an effective Lara Croft, but damn she looked hot none the less! Rumour has it that the tomb was right next to The Cube gallery. Lucky for Tasha, they were holding an exhibition on British graphic designer Alan Fletcher so Tasha quickly popped into take a few pictures for Toadz to salivate over. Now that is what I call typography! After receiving some strange looks and meeting a guy who said ‘Hey, you look just like that chick in all those dirty movies I have on my PC’ she left and went on her merry way. She avoided the bums and hobos littering the streets, and laughed as she saw the glum faces of city living folk, worried about their bank accounts and foreclosure on their second mortgages. She could feel she was near.

‘If I was a dirty panty obsessed Sack Monster, where would I hide my tomb? She thought. After much searching she began to fear that the Tomb Of The Sack Men was simply just a rumour and decided to call it a day. At least she had the Alan Fletcher pics so it wasn’t an entirely wasted day. She decided to pay a little visit to Ann Summers as a treat to herself, ready to purchase some naughty delicates ready for her next render session with the pervy Toadz. Nothing seemed to take her fancy, none of it made her look trampy enough until she saw what looked like a simple sack cloth dress with naughty holes cut into it. She took it off the rack and noticed a small button fixed to the wall which read ‘Super Secret Tomb of the Sack Men This Way’. She pressed the button and her world went hazy. Her hands seemed to begin to disappear, fading out of view, followed by a strange feeling of her surroundings changing until finally she realised she was stood in front of an altar with a familiar looking statue right in front of her.

She approached with caution and knew this must be the place after noticing the many stolen bra’s and panties (some of which were hers) that littered the tomb. Delicates that the sack men feed on and parade around in to give each other a laugh, but this was no laughing matter! She was here to appease the Sack Men Gods...and not like that you dirty minded people! Sheesh! I tell you! You upload a couple of nude renders and that’s it, you are branded a perv for life, despite how true it is! Where was I? Oh yeah!

It would seem that the sick, bitter and twisted sock hating vampire Thyranq had sold out his friend Toadz, supplying MasterChief2Zero with after action reports following the brutal DCC Admin War of 2010 where millions of fluffy kittens were slaughtered just for the lolz! This travesty had not gone un-noticed and his retribution would also come, but for now there were more pressing matters at hand.

Tasha felt the reverence of tomb flowing through her body, her senses working overtime as she looked at the totally ripped and bulging muscles of the stone Sack Monster in front of her. She noticed how hot he looked in his bra and panties, like a man who is not afraid to show if what he is packing, and I don’t mean guns!

‘Oh brave and hot sack monster, I stand before you with a request to help the amazingly kind, generous, good looking and totally none steroid filled Toadz in his hour of need. A new enemy has risen and old friends are turning on him,’ cus they are super lame and really not as hot as we once thought they were...except Ste Dawg! She is still super hot, but has a totally lame husband. Seriously, a man wearing slippers that you warm up in the microwave that he got as a Christmas present! How lame is that!’ (Writers Note: I am actually not making that up! Thyranq did get some slippers that you warm up in the micro for his poor delicate little tootsies. Everyone join me in pointing and laughing)

‘Please aid us in our battle against the evil ones, and I will once again make your dreams come true! This time I’ll give you the sensual all over body massage and grant you another single wish for your own pleasure, but this time there will be no Gin and Tonic, ‘cus I still haven’t gotten the sick stain out of the carpet after your hurdled from drinking just one glass! You were a total mess, and I bet you can’t even remember telling me about how you wish you were born a sack lady instead of a sack man! ‘I just don’t feel comfy in my own sack skin’ you said. I reassured you that you were beautiful just the way you were. Don’t worry though, I won’t tell a soul!’

‘Brave and courageous God of the sack (read into that what you want ) please grant us the honour of your support and super ripped body so that we might crush our enemies and partake in a victorious orgy of Sack Man cross dressing, followed by hours and hours of watching myself and Poppy play Twister for your pleasure! Toadz always like us to dress in those amphibian suits while we do, and we are getting supper annoyed with it,’ cus they really restrict your movement. We would be willing to do it in just our bra and panties for you, or for a nominal cost we will do it nekkid! The choice is yours! ‘

Tasha planted a soft kiss on the cold hard stone of the statue in front of her. She checked no one was around and quickly lifted her top in order for the stone Sack Man to get an eye full. She could have sworn she saw him smile, but it may have simply been from the flicker of the candles.

‘I leave you with one last gift. Something I know you have wanted ever since you launched your first midnight raid on my panty draw.’ Said Tasha as she reached down and whipped off her knickers without even removing her hot pants. The girl has skillzszsz! She turned them upside down and placed them over his head. ‘Love hearts are totally your thing! You look super cute!’ she remarked as she planted another kiss on his cold cheek. She took a revered bow in front of the stone idol and muttered a small prayer, thanking the Sack Gods for the chance to be in their most sacred of places. She turned and walked away leaving the statue bathed in the flickering candle light.

‘How the bloody hell do I get out?! Stupid sack men didn’t leave a ‘Return To The Real World’ button! Damn you Toadz for sending me on this mission, you didn’t really think it through did you?’

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After a long ride from Preston train station to Manchester’s Picadilly station(about 15 minutes, but it felt like forever ‘cus of the old men that stank of year old urine and stale beer), Tasha disembarked. She ducked into the ladies bathroom and quickly changed into her new Tomb Raider cosplay outfit and began her search for the tomb of the Sack Men. She didn’t have the boobs to make an effective Lara Croft, but damn she looked hot none the less! Rumour has it that the tomb was right next to The Cube gallery. Lucky for Tasha, they were holding an exhibition on British graphic designer Alan Fletcher so Tasha quickly popped into take a few pictures for Toadz to salivate over. Now that is what I call typography! After receiving some strange looks and meeting a guy who said ‘Hey, you look just like that chick in all those dirty movies I have on my PC’ she left and went on her merry way. She avoided the bums and hobos littering the streets, and laughed as she saw the glum faces of city living folk, worried about their bank accounts and foreclosure on their second mortgages. She could feel she was near.

‘If I was a dirty panty obsessed Sack Monster, where would I hide my tomb? She thought. After much searching she began to fear that the Tomb Of The Sack Men was simply just a rumour and decided to call it a day. At least she had the Alan Fletcher pics so it wasn’t an entirely wasted day. She decided to pay a little visit to Ann Summers as a treat to herself, ready to purchase some naughty delicates ready for her next render session with the pervy Toadz. Nothing seemed to take her fancy, none of it made her look trampy enough until she saw what looked like a simple sack cloth dress with naughty holes cut into it. She took it off the rack and noticed a small button fixed to the wall which read ‘Super Secret Tomb of the Sack Men This Way’. She pressed the button and her world went hazy. Her hands seemed to begin to disappear, fading out of view, followed by a strange feeling of her surroundings changing until finally she realised she was stood in front of an altar with a familiar looking statue right in front of her.

She approached with caution and knew this must be the place after noticing the many stolen bra’s and panties (some of which were hers) that littered the tomb. Delicates that the sack men feed on and parade around in to give each other a laugh, but this was no laughing matter! She was here to appease the Sack Men Gods...and not like that you dirty minded people! Sheesh! I tell you! You upload a couple of nude renders and that’s it, you are branded a perv for life, despite how true it is! Where was I? Oh yeah!

It would seem that the sick, bitter and twisted sock hating vampire Thyranq had sold out his friend Toadz, supplying MasterChief2Zero with after action reports following the brutal DCC Admin War of 2010 where millions of fluffy kittens were slaughtered just for the lolz! This travesty had not gone un-noticed and his retribution would also come, but for now there were more pressing matters at hand.

Tasha felt the reverence of tomb flowing through her body, her senses working overtime as she looked at the totally ripped and bulging muscles of the stone Sack Monster in front of her. She noticed how hot he looked in his bra and panties, like a man who is not afraid to show if what he is packing, and I don’t mean guns!

‘Oh brave and hot sack monster, I stand before you with a request to help the amazingly kind, generous, good looking and totally none steroid filled Toadz in his hour of need. A new enemy has risen and old friends are turning on him,’ cus they are super lame and really not as hot as we once thought they were...except Ste Dawg! She is still super hot, but has a totally lame husband. Seriously, a man wearing slippers that you warm up in the microwave that he got as a Christmas present! How lame is that!’ (Writers Note: I am actually not making that up! Thyranq did get some slippers that you warm up in the micro for his poor delicate little tootsies. Everyone join me in pointing and laughing)

‘Please aid us in our battle against the evil ones, and I will once again make your dreams come true! This time I’ll give you the sensual all over body massage and grant you another single wish for your own pleasure, but this time there will be no Gin and Tonic, ‘cus I still haven’t gotten the sick stain out of the carpet after your hurdled from drinking just one glass! You were a total mess, and I bet you can’t even remember telling me about how you wish you were born a sack lady instead of a sack man! ‘I just don’t feel comfy in my own sack skin’ you said. I reassured you that you were beautiful just the way you were. Don’t worry though, I won’t tell a soul!’

‘Brave and courageous God of the sack (read into that what you want ) please grant us the honour of your support and super ripped body so that we might crush our enemies and partake in a victorious orgy of Sack Man cross dressing, followed by hours and hours of watching myself and Poppy play Twister for your pleasure! Toadz always like us to dress in those amphibian suits while we do, and we are getting supper annoyed with it,’ cus they really restrict your movement. We would be willing to do it in just our bra and panties for you, or for a nominal cost we will do it nekkid! The choice is yours! ‘

Tasha planted a soft kiss on the cold hard stone of the statue in front of her. She checked no one was around and quickly lifted her top in order for the stone Sack Man to get an eye full. She could have sworn she saw him smile, but it may have simply been from the flicker of the candles.

‘I leave you with one last gift. Something I know you have wanted ever since you launched your first midnight raid on my panty draw.’ Said Tasha as she reached down and whipped off her knickers without even removing her hot pants. The girl has skillzszsz! She turned them upside down and placed them over his head. ‘Love hearts are totally your thing! You look super cute!’ she remarked as she planted another kiss on his cold cheek. She took a revered bow in front of the stone idol and muttered a small prayer, thanking the Sack Gods for the chance to be in their most sacred of places. She turned and walked away leaving the statue bathed in the flickering candle light.

‘How the bloody hell do I get out?! Stupid sack men didn’t leave a ‘Return To The Real World’ button! Damn you Toadz for sending me on this mission, you didn’t really think it through did you?’