Stories are now up, here. Enjoy!

Ever had an idea for a popslash story that was so twisted you were afraid that writing it would get you run out of fandom? Well, here's your repercussion-free chance! Welcome to the madhouse. Leave your conscience and your sunny smile at the door...

Rules.
Write a slash story, more than one thousand words in length. Fandom: *NSYNC, or a crossover involving at least one member of *NSYNC. Rating: G to NC17. Genre: creepy, sick and twisted - this is a free-for-all, and you're encouraged to write the most horrible and disgusting thing you can think of. Due date: September 26th.

Anonymity.
When you sign up you will be asked to pick a pseudonym for yourself. When the challenge is completed and the stories are published, your story will appear as written by your pseudonym. If you wish it, your real pen name will be revealed after a week. If you wish to remain anonymous, your pseudonym will stand as it is.

Inspiration.
You have complete freedom to write anything within the rules stated to the left. However, if you would like some additional inspiration, I've put up a picture page. There is no need to "sign up" for a particular picture. Use one, several, or none at all. There is no need to link to the picture(s) in your submitted stories.

Warnings.
I'm assuming people who read the results of the challenge are aware that these stories will not be "nice". The only warnings given for these stories will be on the page of the story links. Given the challenge's general theme, there really isn't any other way to do this, unless we drown ourselves in warnings, and I'd rather we didn't.

What is twisted enough?

This is not:

As Joshie lay dying on the stark, sheetless hospital bed, the lights overhead flickered on and off. They didn't want to spare good lightbulbs on AIDS patients. Chris, Joey, Lance and Juppy all sat around bed, watching him anxiously. Their eyes were red.

Joshie tried to lift his hand, but the pain was too great and he was reduced to simply sighing weakly as he watched his field of vision become darker and darker. His only consolation was that his dearest friends in the world were there to share this moment with him.

What I want from you is stories with flawed perspective - where Joey likes to eat human flesh and cooks it in a wok, or where Lance does rituals with blood from his friends so that he'll never ever have to fail again, or where Justin lives in a world where everyone is a walking corpse. Frightening, angry, insane, twisted, disgusting things, please.

Give it to me baby.