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Farci 
by Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)

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I have no idea if this story is true or not. Everybody 
in the barracks would believe it of him; as his sense 
of humor was just that bad; and some practical jokes of 
his had already injured several people, and almost 
killed a bunkmate. (MF, nc, rp, inc, can, tor, sn)

***

I went looking for Farci.

Farci wasn't his real name. I think he picked it 
because his original language was Farci; and he didn't 
know how to spell. Like I said, it wasn't his real 
name. Nobody in our company was dumb enough to use his 
real name; though Farci came close. From what I've 
heard, Farci's real name was something long and 
interminable, and more of a curse than a name. 

As near as I can remember, translated it stands for 
something like, "Son of the incestuous union of a 
thousand generations of gutter-whores coupling in sex-
mad heat with rabid jackals, waist-deep in the slime of 
the sewers of the City of the Damned."

Farci was one UGLY son-of-a-bitch; and I mean that as a 
compliment. Ugly is to Farci, as the crown jewels of 
Ophra are to turds found in your gruel. His long canine 
face made you wonder if his mother gave him the name as 
a curse, in retaliation for his being so homely, or if 
it was an actual description of his true ancestry.

If Farci's face was ugly, his personality was worse. 
Farci was the kind of guy who'd rape and sodomize his 
own five-year-old daughter on her birthday; butchering 
her still quivering body afterwards and eating the warm 
and bloody carcass for breakfast afterwards. 

All this, NOT because he was angry, or even annoyed at 
the child, or even that horny and wanting to feel the 
sexual thrill some really nasty people might have at 
feeling the child's death-spasms squeezing his 
incestuous seed out of his oversized prick and into her 
torn and bleeding young body. 

No, this was just for the perverse pleasure Farci got 
from annoying his bunkmates by waking them up with the 
child's frantic screams at 5:00 in the morning. As to 
eating the little girl afterwards, well Farci wasn't 
the type of guy to waste good red meat.

I have no idea if the story is true or not. Everybody 
in the barracks would believe it of him; as his sense 
of humor was just that bad; and some practical jokes of 
his had already injured several people, and almost 
killed a bunkmate.

Of course, the whole story might be bravado, and 
spitting into the wind, like soldiers do to make 
themselves seem bigger and more nasty than they really 
are. The story changes with each telling; and sometimes 
the teller is Farci himself. 

If nothing else, what does that tell you about a man 
that would tell such a story about himself, or laugh 
with gusto, when everybody else in the room was almost 
in tears at the tale of the child's horrible death? 
I've heard Farci give that same laugh as a fellow 
soldier was split from chest to groin... then, still 
laughing, cut the enemy soldier in two at the waist, 
with one swipe of his axe. Whatever.

In any case, nobody has ever had the nerve to ask the 
guy if the story is true. Farci is THAT intimidating a 
son-of-a-bitch. My sincere apologies to all female 
dogs, for insinuating he might be their offspring.

I wanted a man who was evil, nasty, and who would spit 
in the face of death, while kicking it in the balls, 
and laughing hysterically at the sight. Which is why I 
wanted Farci.

Damn.

Now I'm going to have nightmares about this creep.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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