AIDS-Man

On a dark night in Frightside, a portly young weeaboo was running down the street as fast as his short, fat legs could carry him. Already, he was winded from running for no more than ten seconds and he began to regret a great many choices in his life, such as being a fat lazy piece of shit and staying too long at the world market after dark. It mattered little what shape he was in, as even Usain Bolt at full tilt could not escape what was after him. A figure with jagged teeth and sharp claws lunged at him and slashed his fat gut wide open. A long, thick tongue slithered out from its stalactite-like teeth and licked his wound. It dragged a cla