The Chaotic Horror Tales of Tractor City

Prologue: Arriving in Hell: The City-State of Tractor City

………… Back then………….

In the year 2056 A.D., the world entered World War Three- the war which ended a chapter of history, which lagged on to the point that to decide who would be drafted through a state of extreme Social Darwinism, depending on your social level (Slave, Animal, Homeless, Beggar, Civilian, Higher-Civilian, Noble, King, Emperor, God), you were drafted out to war.

After the Great War, the governments of the world were destroyed. It did however see the rise of something new- the return of city-states, with some being nothing but a single city, and the others being mighty empires.

That brings us to the city state which we shall now address- the mighty empire of the city-state of Tractor City (as it’s creator had suffered a head injury and hadn‘t been able to remember it was called Traction City until he made the name official), founded by a basement dweller who loved Philip Reeve, who finally had a place in history as he created the city-state which now occupies all the counties of the east coast of the United States, and Canada.

Like most city-states, they had their own calendar and government, which was a monarchy as of now.

Right now, the year is 184 S.D.R. (Social Darwinism Rising), and as of last year, Tractor City has now allowed people to move in, which has drawn in many- which brings us to the beginning of our story!

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“…”

“Common princess, don’t be like that.” Said a Greek man, sighing, as he spoke to his daughter in English.

“Ω, σκάσε! Είσαι τόσο αποφασισμένος να έρθουν εδώ δεν θα μιλήσω καν ελληνικά πια! (Oh, shut up! Are you so determined to come here you won't even speak Greek anymore!?)” Said his daughter, a 14 year old blond girl wearing glasses. She had blue eyes, and a angry look on her face.

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Said her father, glaring. “We’re moving to a different country, the last we should do is speak the language- we are very lucky we got such a good tutor to teach us.”

“aΣκάσε. (Shut up.)” She said rudely. “Θέλω να πάω πίσω στην Αθήνα ... (I want to go back to Athens…)” She said glumly, already missing her home city-state of the Athens, and the empire it had gained throughout the years. Her homeland, everything, her friends…

“Μέλι, Πάω να χάσετε Αθήνα επίσης, αλλά πρέπει να προχωρήσουμε. Είμαι από μια θέση εργασίας πίσω εκεί, και - (Honey, i'm going to miss Athens also, but we need to move on. I'm out of a job back over there, and-)”

“Οπότε ας προχωρήσουμε σε μια στενότερη πόλη-κράτος! Όπως Ιερουσαλήμ, ή Σαγκάη! Αλλά γιατί πρέπει να προχωρήσουμε ένα ολόκληρο ωκεανό μακριά!; (So let's just move to a closer city-state! Like Jerusalem, or Shanghai! But why do we have to move an entire ocean away!?)”

“You know why, Adelaide. You know I was offered a great job here, and I would be damned if I just let you fell down to fall down the social scale to Beggar or Homeless because of this. Besides Addie, you know that Jerusalem and Shanghai take the Social Darwinism social scale even more seriously- coming out here to Tractor City is the best I was able to give you and your brother in life, as well as a possible chance to bump us all up from Civilians to Higher-Civilians. On top of that, I got us a spot in the capital- the real Tractor City itself.” Said Addie’s father. “Well?”

“… Fine.” Said Addie, giving a small smile to her father, as she then held her baby brother’s hand.

Addie’s father smiled- and they said being in the debate team while younger was a bad idea.

I do hope she makes some friends soon…

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Two days later…

“Oh, you fucking son of a bitch!”

“Mercy, mercy! I swear to God, I didn’t know that was your sister!”

It was a normal day downtown, in the ultimate city-state of the Tractor City Empire, also known as the strongest city-state Empire in the world- Tractor City itself.

The birds were singing.

The sun was smiling.

People were out shopping.

Little children were playing in the playground.

Their wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

And a purple haired and blue eyed chick that was only 16 wearing only a bra and sweatpants was chasing a red-haired kid that was 15 that was only in his boxers.

Did I mention she was also trying to kill him using a can of hairspray and a lighter?

“Why can’t you just screw one person and be happy!? I told you time and time again to stay away from my sister, but nooo- you HAD to do what you always do with every chick you meet!” She said blowing the hairspray.

She missed her target, burned three people to death, set a dog on fire, and set fire to a store, but she continued chasing her half naked target nonetheless.

“Hey, that’s not true! Theirs you, Amanda, that Noble fat chick she’s friends with, and the ugly girls from the school!”

“And everyone else, Mark?”

“… Got a point.” Said Mark, also known as the sex-maniac. Actually, let’s take a moment to describe him-

Markus ‘Mark’ Smith, a teenage pervert at it’s finest definition. In the Social Darwinism caste system, he and the rest of his family are Civilians. Not above having sex with complete strangers, this has gone, as you can imagine, not the best in the past. Sometimes it was great, sometimes he barely got out with his member attached as a result. Often distinguished by his red hair, blue eyes, and leather jacket, he was pretty well known. Especially within the Church of Chuck Norris and the prostitutes and hookers (provided they were STD free) of Tractor City.

“But seriously, how was I supposed to recognized her! She convinced me

she was mute, wearing fucking colored contacts, and dyed hair! How was I supposed to recognize her!?”

“I DON’T CARE.” Said the purple haired girl, defying all logic he was throwing at her, and pressed the can of hairspray again, yet again setting more people on fire.

Martha Samuels, a young Higher-Civilian girl, and the main reason her family are not Nobles anymore. A pyromaniac and very over-protective of her younger sister, whom Mark just defiled. A foul mouth with a incredibly short temper, she was a incredible danger to everything around her presuming she was within a arms length of flammable objects. Long story short- do your best not to piss her off unless you want a early cremation and funeral.

Dear God- if you let me live, I’ll stop selling PCP and reduce the amount of women I fuck a day from ten to one! Pleaded Mark for his life.

Please, spare me, Chuck Norris, in your martial arts studio above us!

“This is it!” Said Martha, as she had him cornered.

Okay, okay, I’ll reduce it to half of one a day! … Wait, what the fuc-

Right before the purple haired chick could end young Mark’s life, her hand was held back.

“Hey, like, you really oughta stop that, like right now!” Said another one of their school friends- a blond haired, blue eyed, tanned girl wearing revealing clothes named Mary.

“What do you want, she who has a I.Q. of 50?”

“It’s like, higher then that!” She said glaring. “But, like, this is really bad, it’s not even like, 12 P.M. yet.” She said, forgetting it was 3 P.M.

Mary Samuels, a girl with a rather low I.Q. The blunt of the sex jokes by most of the group of friends (along with Mark), as well as the only other person in the group of sex that had (voluntarily) had sex. Nothing else to, like, totally like, say here.

“We should at least wait ‘till like, something happens like, aliens coming to kill us before we like, tear the place apart.”

“I hate to say it, but the bimbos right.” Said a young boy, only about six years old, dyed blue hair and green eyes, and wearing a bunny suit. He came out behind a building. He was also holding a severed head and was covered with blood. Likewise, it was rotting. “Umm… also, sister, I found the head of a woman killed by dat mean serial killwer. Can I keep it?” He said, making a ‘:D’ face.

Timothy ‘Timmy’ Samuels, a six year old boy in the group of high school friends. A young boy with a incredible interest in both the macabre and cute, some people believed him to literally be a spawn of the devil. The fact that five of his nannies appointed by his mother killed themselves during his birthdays like from The Omen and Satanists like him a lot helped many reach that conclusion.

“Fine, just don’t like, let mom see it or she’ll like, give us one of those like, we’re going to hell speeches and quote like, that Bible book a lot of times.” Said the blond haired girl, as she then looked at Mark. “… No, we can’t like, do it like, right now.”

“Aw, dammit.” Said Mark. Least their is that hooker that lives next door.

She has a STD now. Answered a voice in his head.

No… no! Please, in the name of Chuck Norris, tell me it isn’t so! Thought Mark, telepathically communicating with the voice of his dead brother’s ghost.

Matthews Smith, a once professional racecar driver and a pimp, who did everything he could to come out on top. This including sabotaging the other race cars and assassinating other pimps, but he once accidentally sabotaged his own car and caused it to explode. Not his greatest moment- since then, he has done what he could to help out his little brother, including checking to see if a woman has a STD he should have been aware of, and if he could, spread word of the Church of Chuck Norris.

I’m sorry Mark, but Chuck Norris has willed that the hooker that lives next door to get HIV. I am incredibly sorry, but we must remember- this is all part of His great plan.

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“Hey, dumbass!” Said the young boy. “Common, let’s all go back to the apartment!” He said, as he began to ran off to the apartment complex they all shared, completely ignoring the bloodshed and destruction they had created. Before long, they all followed.

All the mean while, Addie just stood there, with a blank look on her face.

Dear Athena, I’m going to die here.

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“Please… let me go..! PLEASE!” Cried a naked young woman in a dungeon, crying.

“Why…?”

The woman was in terrible shape after about two days of torture

Most horrifying of the situation was the weapons being used to inflict torture on her-

Paperclips.

Steel, unbent, paperclips, which her killer (a man who was known as the Sadist) was using to kill her, and his other victims- never before did she imagine something so simple could be used as such a cruel and painful weapon- ten were in each of her hands, her feet, and in her breasts.

In all, she wondered if she had already died and she was suffering in hell at this point.

“So beautiful…” aid the Sadist, unbending another paperclip. “From useful device for keeping your shit together to torture devices, just like this!” He said smirking, as he slowly entered it into her right thigh, causing her to let out a scream.

“You… you fucking monster…!”

“Speaking all you want, woman.” Said Sadist, taking out a knife, and bringing it to her face.

“Common, scream! Scream as loud as you possible can!” He said laughing, carving several images of paperclips into her face. “Such beauty doesn’t belong to you! If I bend you around and twist your body, nothing happens! It sucks!” Said the Sadist, now yelling, as he pressed the knife in so hard it went through the cheek. “Just die, you fucking bitch!”

While the woman cried in agony, she didn’t even have any time to open her mouth and scream as her assailant did his next move-

He blinded her. He took out two newly un-bent (but not perfectly) paperclips, and jammed them into her eyes, laughing. “Blind! Never see beauty again!” He cried out laughing, enjoying her pain and agony. “Bitch! Whore! Slut!” The man was now in too much a frenzy to listen to all reason, and he reached to his favorite weapons; un-bent paperclips, which he had done just before.

“Common…!” Said the Sadist smirking. “Let’s see how well they go in here!” He said, inserting them in the area around her belly button- he smirked, as the imperfect (but not within his own, twisted mind) slowly, so damn slowly into her stomach, smiling as he then pulled them out, watching blood spill from the eleven tiny wounds.

He then just smiled and watched for a minute, until the woman finally died.

“Ugly…” He said. “But that’s okay… I’ll decorate you with perfection!” He said with a insane look in his brown eyes!

“Perfection… perfection perfection perfection perfection PERFECTION!” The Sadist yelled, grabbing some paperclips that had been bent to be completely straight- not a single trace of a mark left.

Next moment, he was sticking them in every single inch of the dead woman, until absolutely none of her could be seen.

Prologue end

Thank you for reading! But before we go, Mark has a very important message for you all.

Mark: *playing with the Timothy, looks up, smiles, and pushes him aside. We hear car screeching, but he continues* Readers, I understand some of you might have been offended by this chapter if someone you knew was horribly burned to death, probably by that Count Olaf dude, or you are very serious religious person. If you were, I apologize if you were offended by the mention of the Greek and Roman gods, that I believe Chuck Norris is God, or that someone you knew was burned to death. I do however, feel the need to state this- I am still going to use fire when I go camping, and if you were insulted by religion, then you are most likely a right-wing fanatic that needs to shut the hell up and learn to keep his opinions to himself, and that I refuse to stop saying my jokes just for you. Thank you for listening. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to screw several prostitutes that do not have STDs. *leaves*