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>An omnipotent being from 4D dimensional space and time arrives on our plane of existence and gives you an ultimatum: Either Chloe dies, and life continues on as normal, OR you die
Stopped reading there. Anything else is a bonus for Chloe. I'd save her life in an instant.
alex keller (f78c) 839
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But of course! She's making much greater contributions to society than I ever will lol
Anonymous (11c8) 840
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I'd probably 404 for her
Mr. Bean!!qVCz7BCtH. 841
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I'd die but not primarily for Chloe.
>inb4 omg wat!!1
Anonymous (d03e) 842
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Anonymous (7862) 843
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thats the spirit!>>837
I'd be like: No one should threat Chloe. First take a big step back and literally FUCK YOU OWN FACE. I don't know what kind of 4D bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Chloe is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again. Otherwise I'm gonna have to rain down in a Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking about a scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you. I WILL FUCK YOU UP!!
alex keller (f78c) 844
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If not Chlomo, then what?
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Like anyone else would choose otherwise.
Anonymous (7862) 846
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maybe for chobros, to make em still be able to enjoy her existence. Or for her future little chlomo-babies. Or something even more generous.
Anonymous (7862) 848
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Fuck that self suicide sissy faggot shit. Real man fight till death. No retreat, no surrender. Through pain and suffering. Suicide doesn't take much from u and much less courage to commit, thats just too easy. And guess what - after your submissive self sacrifice Chloe will be even more vulnerable.
Anonymous (097a) 851
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Dying for a girl I would never, ever meet?
Nah shes good as dead.
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I like you. One of my favourite bros because you're not afraid to admit that you hate yourself. You're not afraid of everyone mocking you for it.
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That's why we call it a hypothetical situation
Anonymous (d03e) 856
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Because living now gets boring sometimes…
alex keller (f78c) 858
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You know the saying, you don't REALLY love someone till you're ready to die for em
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Yea that saying's fucking bullshit.>>859
exactly. The context of this scenario is like some kind of genie shit.
Maybe if Chloe was about to get shot by a giant faggot, I might consider taking a bullet.
alex keller (f78c) 861
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Betcha can't think of a scenario where it doesn't apply! xD
HouseEunuch (be1d) 864
I would gladly trade my life for hers, but I would request certain caveats and conditions first. I would insist that my spirit be allowed to stay by Chloe's side, to protect and guard her from harm, villains, and negativity in all their nefarious forms. If this was agreeable to the omnipotent, fourth dimension entity I would immediately self destruct and take my place by Chloe Grace's side; believe me, if Casper was the friendly ghost, than I would be the very very VERY friendly ghost. I would be a constant chum, confidant, ghostly pal and supernatural sidekick who would snuggle, cuddle, and tickle her to the full extent of my ghostly limits. I would make a fuss over her only once….and that would be continuously. I would employ my uncanny powers to playfully tease Chloe - including hiding her underwear, turning off the hot water and pulling back the curtain as she was showering, and and using my ghostly electrical aura to frizz up her hair prior to talk shows and public appearances. I would even occasionally fondle, grope, goose, and playfully harass Trevor, Teri, and grandma - just to keep them "in the loop" so to speak.
I would also be a most vigilant, observant chaperone as well. Dating and socialising would be permitted, but only with those who had kind, gentle hearts that adored Chloe. Anyone who was cruel or abusive to her in any way would find me dragging their sorry ass across town and making them a permanent resident of the La Brea Tar Pits. I would protect her from crazed fans, stalkers, lecherous directors, wicked producers, pompous co-stars, overzealous film critics, competitive actresses, and Cam Fuller. And should she be lying in bed at night - frightened, sad, lonely, overwrought, or despairing for any reason - I would lovingly caress her, kiss her cheek, and as I expressed my adorations whisper in her ear "You are not alone, nor shall you ever be alone. The mountains may erode to dust, the oceans evaporate and turn to mist, and the stars in the night sky flicker and burn out, but my devoted, loving spirit will be by your side….always." My warm affection would be the comfort that would dispel her woes and bring on restful sleep, and I would gently stroke her hair and watch over her until she awakened in the morning - positive, happy, and rejuvenated as she smiled upon the rising sun, re-energised and confident in herself and the new day. As she eventually marries and has children I would swell with pride to see what an outstanding wife and mother she would be; I would protect her family as if it were my own, and would become something of a mad playmate for the children, throwing a bed sheet over my head and chasing them up and down the hallways as they giggle and laugh, knocking the vegetables they don't want to eat off their dinner plates (to their delight and Chloe's consternation), and essentially making Halloween an everyday affair at the Moretz household.
My caring affection would only grow deeper and stronger as the years passed, and as old age would come to Chloe I would still tease her and hide her underwear, my reward being a lovely smile, the sound of her laughter, and the warmth of her gaze. As sickness and failing health would come to her I would expend all my power to comfort and alleviate her suffering, to try to shield and protect her as best I could from that darkest hour. And as I knelt beside her death bed and watched her take her last breath, my spirit would be overwhelmed by pain and anguish, as I would have lost the one person that I had adored and loved for so many decades; my soul would be wracked with loneliness and grief, shorn of hope and meaning. But as my spirit cried out in longing and despair I would suddenly be aware of a caring, gentle presence kneeling beside me, and would look up to see that warm smile and those beautiful eyes I knew better than my own. Chloe would gently caress me, kiss me on my cheek, and whisper in my ear "You are not alone, nor shall you ever be alone. Just as your spirit was my warm, gentle companion, so shall mine now be yours - I will be by your side….always." From the depths of anguish my soul would be bathed in tears of pure joy, overflowing with positive glowing light. We would leave that room hand in hand, crossing that one last river and making our passage together to a gentler shore, becoming one with the great eternal mystery that lies beyond, caring hearts bound together by mutual bonds of devotion, warmth and affection.
Well….at least that's how I HOPE the scenario would play out….