There is an androgynous assassin wearing a red kimono that dual-wields souvenir daggers hiding on this train...

There is an androgynous assassin wearing a red kimono that dual-wields souvenir daggers hiding on this train. Since the snow is blocking any entrance or escape and the door is shut, the murderer must be one of the passengers.

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deciding to fulling exploit the extraordinary scenario i find myself in, i manage to isolate a female passenger of about 45 years old, blonde hair, big milkers, and a big, but unshapely, ass, and brutally rape and murder her, taking careful precaution to ensure that everyone would suspect the murderer and not me.

(you realise looking at her body that in the right light she looks quite androgynous, and that she had been wearing red lingerie that would have matched a red kimono quite well. Was her double handed handling of your cock from her expert dagger skills?)

REAL KAFKA OVA HERE!

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my head spins as i realize i have accidentally murdered the murderer. with no one to take the fall for my crime, i realize i must murder everyone on the train to cover my tracks.

I wake up and realize it was all a dream until I look down at my rocking double-D's and my 6-inch cock and realize that I'm the androgynous assassin wearing a red kimono that dual-wields souvenir daggers and remember that I have a man to kill

i return to my seat and await the discovery of the body.

Woah

Heh heh
You hear that, T? I said "real Kafka ova here."

You are seated behind an aristocratic couple who barely speak to one another, you detect tension in their marriage. In front of them is a chipper young journalist in a bowler hat, who scratches away at his notepad, hoping to get the big scoop so he can land that promotion. Across the aisle you see a mysterious and beautiful woman, smoking a cigarette with a long and elegant holder. Earlier a burly ex-cop was moved to second class after he drank too much and made a scene, you glimpsed a gun holstered to his belt under his filthy trench-coat. You have your suspicions about an obese businessman in an emaculate double-breasted suit - you notice he is obsessively checking a golden pocketwatch, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief. The train bumps and an elderly woman in a tweed jacket and feathered cap is frightened awake as the mountains of luggage she has brought tumble to the floor. A foreign man towards the back holds a birdcage filled with canaries. Their incessant chirps are slowly driving you mad.

and by "the discovery of the body" I mean self discovery as I explore the hilltops and crevasses of my own form.

everyone is shocked by the bump, the train having been stopped by the snow. within moments, they all realize that the obese businessman had fallen to the floor, causing the quake that rocked the locomotive and sent the luggage tumbling down. the young journalist was the first to make it to him. the man was lying face down, motionless. the young man tried to prod him back to his senses, and when this failed, he summoned all his might and flipped the behemoth onto his back. the horror of the businessman's hook-nose and thin lips was surpassed only by the lifeless, glazed-over eyes seated in his skull. the man was surely a jew - and he was surely dead.

Near the back exit you discover a time machine. You decide to investigate it, and, well, "fall in."
The daggerwielder hunts through an antedeluvian dinoworld.

I find a hot t rex and have androgynous hot t rex children with rocking double-D's and 6-inch cocks

the t-rex was more than willing to oblige.

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We return to the scene of the crime on the train: myself, an androgynous assassin wearing a red kimono that dual-wields souvenir daggers with rocking double-D's and and a 6-inch cock, and my androgynous hot t rex children, each wearing a red kimono and dual-wielding souvenir daggers with rocking double-D's and and 6-inch cocks.

user uses gun!
The attack was super effective!

One of hundreds of hot t rex children, each wearing a red kimono and dual-wielding souvenir daggers with rocking double-D's and and 6-inch cocks, collapses to its death.

I carefully open a taped, sealed envelope full of anthrax spores and dump the spores into the train's ventilation system, killing everyone on board.

no longer a soul remain in this foul vehicle but my own. lingering on the stale air is the stench of fresh death; i draw deep breathe into my chest and savor the scent of my long-awaited solitude.

it's a reversible kimono and the other side is white, allowing them to blend in with the snow, almost like...a ninja...or something.

When I was reading the book, that was roughly my explanation for the scarlet kimono wearer in that it looked like a different article of clothing and the wearer was disguised in plain sight. I was way off the mark from what happened!

pee pee poo poo ha ha ha ha

i reversed my kimono and exited the train through a hatch in the roof. i jumped down into the snow below and my rocking double-D's clapped together thunderously as i landed. my blessing and my curse! in a moment, i worried that someone may have heard the awesome boom that my massive mammaries sent echoing across the frozen hills, but the moment passed and i assured myself that no one was around for miles. i let out a relaxing sigh and focused myself. the scent of my dick still soaked in dinosaur juices wafted out from underneath the hem of my kimono and graced my nostrils with a pungent bouquet, having the same effect as a whiff of ammonia which animated my legs as i started my journey back to the tard ranch. as i ran, the thought of feeling down-syndrome donnie's succulent lips wrapped around my 6-inch-cock once again filled me with joy.

>tits
>cock
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?????????

You were so horny you stopped in a igloo to masturbate over a sleeping eskimo damn with rockin double d's. (Masturbate now)

SUDDENLY

A demon with rockin double d's and a giant six inch hard cock swoops behind you.

there was a meteor

"Not as meatier as my six incher" the daemon hissed sexually.

as i bounded across the white terrain thinking about the forbidden pleasures of down-syndrome donnie, my rocking double-D's, strained from bouncing up and down and all around so vivaciously as i ran, began to grow increasingly sore. that's twice these tits have spurned me on this day. as the dull, radiating pain enveloped my cans, i was reminded of that day in which i came to know them. the head tard-wrangler, Madame Bovary, had sent me on a recon mission to a remote research facility disguised as an outside consultant. i had managed to sneak away from the group to take surveillance photos with my penis-cam.as i wandered around acting as though i were aimlessly looking for the group, i stumbled upon a door that looked like what lay behind it was rather important, so i entered. the room was as dark as a nigger's anus. i walked forth and a being of some kind attacked me. i ran to the light of the doorway, but i was pursued and tackled to the ground. enough light was cast upon my assailant for me to make out what exactly... it... was: a girl of about 5'6 with absolutely massive double-D's. she bit me right on the nipple, and i would later find out that she was radioactive, and her bite caused me to grow these rocking cans 6 months after the incident.

OBSTREPEROUSLY

i wake up; it was all a dream

As you squint past the blinding white snow, you realize the red visage is not that of a demon but...yourself, in the red, unreversed version of your kimono. Your eyes meet, and the doppelganger takes her hand and swipes her kimono upward, exposing her delectable abs and underboob through the triangular opening.

Here's your assassin

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That's not a kimono, it can't be the murderer.

damn! my master always told me this day would come, but i'm not powerful enough and i just used up a lot of energy on the train! i looked and saw that her penis was 7 inches long, signalling to me a massive amount of power, which i could not compete with at this time. doing some quick calculations in my head, adjusting for wind and all, i turned my rocking double-D's 30 degrees northeast, diverted all my mana into my feet and managed to pick up a tailwind that enabled me to escape for the time being. i was only a few miles away from the tard-ranch.

"Nice coupla tumors ya got there, fag" I shouted, but I doubt she heard me cause we were so far apart and the wind... oh the wind. I ran to her but she disappeared in a red mist. A mist red as blood. I took out my phone and checked my notifications.

PULCHRITUDINOUSLY