№131564
What I would give to kidnap a famous midget and make his life a living hell. I would force him to dress up in elf and leprechaun outfits and subject him to pure awfulness and humiliation. just terrible degradation and shameful acts. it would be so easy to break his spirit and drive him to suicide, but I wouldn't let him do it. if I could train a dog to rape on command then I would totally do that as well. a really big dog like a mastiff. he would be so completely and utterly powerless to stop it, not to mention terrified. a big ass dog is even scary and life-threatening to a normal human but to a midget? might as well be a dragon. I'd keep him in a cell and what's more is that I would actually place to key inside with him but put it in a high place. not extremely high but just ever so slightly out of reach. it would drive him mad. I would dress him like a baby and force feed him 99 cent store baby food. I'd also pick him up like a child and toss him from one corner to the next. I'd grab him by one leg and swing him as hard and as fast as I could then hurl him to see how far he goes. I'd rent one of those giant inflatable bounce houses and body slam him all day until my arms got tired. I'd hold him down with 1 hand and slowly stick things up his butt just to see him squirm. I would stick him in dryers and turn them on and leave him in there for long periods of time. I'd force him to fight other midgets to the death. just so many things I would do.
№131634
me personally I'd start a midget breeding experiment. I will kidnap about a thousand midgets and feed them datura and salvia to mentally fuck them up. I will repeat this until they completely forget about the outside world. Then I will send these midgets to a completely isolated island with zero civilisation, and I will watch as these midgets create civilisations and wage war. I will be their God, they will sacrifice their ugly midget babies to me and I will eat them. I will grant a particularly strong midget that catches my eye a steel sword and he will be my champion, a midget King Arthur if you will. Eventually these midgets will start attempting to leave the island, but I will be dead and unable to stop them by then. This is the plan, these midgets will have natural testosterone boosters in their water. After two hundered years they will become midget ubermensch, ready to conquer the modern world
№131648
>>131634I've always had a fantasy of acquiring godlike powers, but the descent to insanity would be too great. Instead I'd just try to focus on just one dwarf: Warwick Davies. I'd try to use my powers to clone him but with one quirk - each clone would feel the suffering of the other clones. For one Warwick, I'd seal off his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Forever suffocating but never dying. This Warwick would writhe in agony until the heat death of the universe.
Another Warwick I imagine, I'd do something more worthy of spectacle. I'd simply shoot his family in front of him. Anyone who tries to help him I'd also kill. Everyone would see Warwick dragging the corpse of his mutant hellspawn along the street painting the pavement with blood. He has to dig their graves by himself much to the amusement of everyone as his tiny arms pathetically maneuver themselves around a regular-sized shovel. He'll have no choice but to dig their graves on his own with his slimy hands but going no further than 1 meter, or he'll risk falling down.
One special Warwick I'll give the gift of normalcy. I'll even cure his entire family. They'll get to experience what it's like being able to press the 5th floor on an elevator. Maybe give him a large dick to go with it. But the catch is I'd tell them it's gonna go away if I feel like it. They'll get to live their normal lives forever in the shadow of potentially losing their height. They'll never buy regular sized stuff. They can't afford buying a top shelf, a full-sized fridge, knowing they might wake up one day they can't reach. They'll have to continue living as if they're still the freaks that they are realizing that even with all the height in the world, Warwick Davis is still a fucking midge.
№132244
Imagine seeing Warwick Davis shopping at the mall before Christmas. You run into him on the third floor, carrying dozens of bags that are far too heavy for his stubby little arms and puny fingers. He's struggling, sweat is pouring off his deformed little forehead as he tries to get his gifts home for his family. You feel the rage build up in you, looking at this decrepit little gnome pulling all these bags, making little grunts in his stupid little high pitched voice. Unconsciously, you find yourself striding towards him, with venomous intent in your eyes. He catches sight of you approaching, his tiny freak head lifts slightly, you can see the fear in his eyes like a zebra looking at a lion on the hunt. In an instant, you grab him by his tiny legs and begin walking over to the balcony that overlooks the mall floor, Warwick too weak to fight back, only whimpering. Three floors up is a good height to a human being, but to this imp? It might as well be the Grand Canyon. You lift him over your head like a sack of potatoes and you toss the little midge over the edge, and you hear his goofy high pitched yelps as he falls. He smacks his head off a cupcake kiosk, his tiny brains splattered all over a group of Chinese tourists like a Jackson Pollock painting, the elves from the nearby Santa Claus chair rush over, thinking one of their own has committed suicide again. In this moment, you feel triumph.
№132246
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№132569
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