- Feb 12, 2021
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The end got me, lol. There are about 3 dudes here that just keep smacking themselves with facepalms and never meeting the points with a counter argument. Total clowns, lol.I've got another way to finish it & leave the field open for some talented, hard-working & above all motivated individual or team to do a reboot by going back to basics.
If it's true that most of the core fans just want to see Dylan fuck his own mother, (it's a major must-have whatever the case), or attempt this as part of his/her sex education for virgins programme, it might work.
We're told the thugs are coming back, surely they'll want revenge, as I don't think they'll be looking to ask Patricia where she learned to shoot like that. At the current rate that could be decades from now, so let them come back instead during the long, long PD13. Sophia & Dylan, in a good mood after the night club are walking home feeling light-headed & slightly euphoric. "Well, look at that dress," calls thug 1. "Yeah, fuck me, look at the size of those melons," shouts thug 2, wouldn't mind sucking on those." "Hey, look who it is & she's not with that gun-toting bitch, just some scrawny kid." "Last time we had to be sorry but who's sorry now?" "Let's have some fun." [Deliberate echo of Dylan's words earlier that evening, as a last attempt for AWAM to use a literary device not found much in average teen porn. It's also an echo of the mood in which many fans embark on this slow-motion train wreck for their first play through].
So, the rest of this scene pretty much writes itself but if L&P can't be bothered, neither can I. I'm pretty sure most players of sex games can fill in the blanks.
What the thugs havn't realised is that Dylan has had a couple more martial arts lessons. He's got such innate talent for these & is a quick learner, (as we've seen), that he's now proficient in jujutsu, karate, aikido, kendo & kung fu. He's even privately wondered whether to put on weight to try sumo but decided against it as it would clash with his football (soccer) training. "Wham, splat, pow" & the thugs learn another valuable lesson & this time it makes Sophia someone they just want to forget.
"Oh, Dylan, my hero, you were magnificent. You really know your stuff. I'm so proud of the fine young man I've raised. [Deliberate absence of any reference to Liam, so as not to kill the mood]. I just want to hug & squeeze you & kiss you all over. Let's duck down this side street, so you can catch your breath," gushes the mightily impressed & grateful woman. "You lean against this pillar, after all that effort. Are you O.K.?" Suddenly she realises what a stud has been living right under her nose all these years. Sophia, not wanting to spoil the mood by stopping to think, acts more impulsively than ever before in her life & pulls Dylan into a shop doorway. "How can this be wrong, when it feels so right?" she asks of no-one in particular. "Take me Dylan, I'm yours!" she exclaims, as she steps out of her panties & her son fumbles with the fly of his pants. Somewhere, an orchestra plays & could that be a choir....?
You can guess the rest.... AWAM finished, L&P can start his next project. Maybe someone else will write the story as it should have been, maybe they won't. Virgin schoolboy & sycophant facepalms incoming but you've got to admit that by present standards it's credible & it could put AWAM out of our misery.
Nice post.