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Recently I downloaded an old and unassuming iOS game called A Comic Escape: In Antarctica.  The game stars John Hopper, the sole employee at an isolated base in an Antarctic wasteland.  Each episode of the game is presented like a comic strip, and the player has to navigate back and forth through the panels, collecting and using items here and there, to get John out of various unfortunate situations (or, in some cases, preventing him from getting into them in the first place).  It's a novel concept that the game uses in interesting ways.  Throughout the game, John can be seen lingering in the lower left corner of the screen, making humorous comments on various objects you examine.

The sixth and last episode of the game, however, resonated powerfully with me.

SPOILERS AHEAD

The episode begins with a cutscene in which John receives some bad news (I won't say exactly what it is).  He then wanders out into the Antarctic, unprotected, presumably to kill himself with the unforgiving cold.  The credits roll over the usual comic template, and the game appears to end... but you've still got control.

So you get to break down the credits by tapping them, then pick John up and bring him inside.  Then comes the last task of the game: warm John up so he doesn't freeze to death.  This task appears completely unofficial; there's no in-game prompt telling you what to do like there was with all the others, and John's not in the corner to provide commentary.

END SPOILERS

I loved that moment.  I cry every time I think of it, which is a rarity for me; even now I'm wiping tears from my eyes and blowing my nose like I've got a cold.  Playing through it felt like saying, "You know what, game?  Screw you and your sad ending.  You brought me here so I could save John from misfortune and misery, and I'm seeing that job through to the end.  If you won't give him the happy ending he deserves, then I sure as heck will."  That sentiment might sound familiar, as a number of my writings-- especially those involving Screech-- have had similar messages as their driving force.

I think this is the most emotional I've been in a long time.  I wonder how I should take that.

Trivia question: Fill in the blank so the sentence is accurate (and sufficiently specific)!
"Popular children's book Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is about ________ playing on a coconut tree, with painful consequences."
  • Mood: Tearful

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Recently I downloaded an old and unassuming iOS game called A Comic Escape: In Antarctica.  The game stars John Hopper, the sole employee at an isolated base in an Antarctic wasteland.  Each episode of the game is presented like a comic strip, and the player has to navigate back and forth through the panels, collecting and using items here and there, to get John out of various unfortunate situations (or, in some cases, preventing him from getting into them in the first place).  It's a novel concept that the game uses in interesting ways.  Throughout the game, John can be seen lingering in the lower left corner of the screen, making humorous comments on various objects you examine.

The sixth and last episode of the game, however, resonated powerfully with me.

SPOILERS AHEAD

The episode begins with a cutscene in which John receives some bad news (I won't say exactly what it is).  He then wanders out into the Antarctic, unprotected, presumably to kill himself with the unforgiving cold.  The credits roll over the usual comic template, and the game appears to end... but you've still got control.

So you get to break down the credits by tapping them, then pick John up and bring him inside.  Then comes the last task of the game: warm John up so he doesn't freeze to death.  This task appears completely unofficial; there's no in-game prompt telling you what to do like there was with all the others, and John's not in the corner to provide commentary.

END SPOILERS

I loved that moment.  I cry every time I think of it, which is a rarity for me; even now I'm wiping tears from my eyes and blowing my nose like I've got a cold.  Playing through it felt like saying, "You know what, game?  Screw you and your sad ending.  You brought me here so I could save John from misfortune and misery, and I'm seeing that job through to the end.  If you won't give him the happy ending he deserves, then I sure as heck will."  That sentiment might sound familiar, as a number of my writings-- especially those involving Screech-- have had similar messages as their driving force.

I think this is the most emotional I've been in a long time.  I wonder how I should take that.

Trivia question: Fill in the blank so the sentence is accurate (and sufficiently specific)!
"Popular children's book Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is about ________ playing on a coconut tree, with painful consequences."
  • Mood: Tearful
It wasn't normal for Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon to be wearing a scuba suit as opposed to her usual maid's uniform, but considering what she was about to do, it was definitely to be expected.

After making sure all her equipment was properly on and her oxygen tank had plenty of air in it, the griffon plunged into the water.  It was like entering another world; the water diluted the light to create an almost otherworldly atmosphere, and aquatic wildlife of all shapes and sizes-- jellyfish, eels, even a whale-- darted around her.

Focus, Annabelle.  Remember what you're here to find.

"Excuse me?"

A hand tapped Annabelle's wing, and she turned around.  A brown female bat dressed in black, wearing some sort of ankle bracelet, and carrying a portable GPS screen was drifting in the water beside her.  Oddly, she wasn't wearing any goggles or breathing equipment, but seemed to be doing just fine without them.

"Have you seen a scuba-diving otter anywhere around here?"

The griffon blinked in confusion before shaking her head.  The bat shrugged.

"No?  I didn't think so.  I had a feeling I was in the wrong story.  Don't mind me, just go about your business."

Shrugging off the peculiar encounter, Annabelle continued to descend.  The water grew darker and darker as the density of the water absorbed more and more of the light from above.  At last it became too dark to see, but the griffon was not discouraged.  Holding her right arm in front of her, she focused slightly, and the bracelet on her wrist began to glow, the light quickly banishing the darkness.

Finally, the sea floor came within sight.  It was mostly sand and rocks, broken up with the occasional piece of coral, but not far away she noticed the remains of a sunken ship.

All this sand.  I'll never find the drain in this mess.  Why didn't I bring a metal detector?

Letting out a mental sigh, the griffon began to swim along the seafloor.  It seemed to slope down towards the shipwreck, so that's the way she headed.

The ship looked like it had been a pirate ship in its prime; that was definitely a tattered Jolly Roger flag on the mast.  Annabelle glanced into room after room, noting the captain's quarters, the crew's quarters, and the galley.  At one point she spotted a chest full of gold doubloons, but left it there, deciding that retrieving it would be more trouble than it was worth.

Finally, beneath the very bottom of the wreckage, Annabelle found something made of metal built into the sea floor.  The rim was circular, but she couldn't see much beyond that due to the ship's remains getting in the way.

That's it!

Annabelle tried to move the blockage, but it was far too heavy for her.

No!  I'm so close!

With few options, the griffon began to swim back up.  She cleared the shipwreck just in time for her bracelet's light to alert a giant octopus that happened to be swimming by.  Agitated, the octopus lunged a tentacle at her, forcing her to retreat back into hiding.

Annabelle peered through a porthole in the ship's hull, holding her bracelet up to the porthole so she could see through to ascertain whether or not the octopus was still around.  Unfortunately for her, it was, and wasn't happy about getting a second burst of light in the eye.

CRASH!  The octopus's tentacle struck the ship, almost breaking it clean in half.  Annabelle just barely managed to avoid the blow.

Such strength!  Now I have two problems to solve: unblocking that drain and getting rid of... hmm...

A plan formed in the griffon's mind.  Swimming down to the base of the shipwreck where the drain was, Annabelle waved her arm, deliberately catching the octopus's attention.  It swung again, but this time she was prepared for it, beating her wings to launch herself out of harm's way.

As expected, the octopus's tentacle smashed the wreckage blocking the drain, clearing it.  The effect was immediate: water gushed down the drain at a slow but rapidly increasing speed, taking sand and debris with it.

YES!

Annabelle was pleased with her accomplishment for a good five seconds before she suddenly found herself seized by the octopus's tentacle.  Despite having been caught off guard, she focused her thoughts and vanished, reappearing a distance away and definitely not within an octopus's grasp.

The octopus's gaze drifted quickly up to the griffon's new position, but before it could make another grab the increasing whirlpool began to draw it in.  The giant beast struggled and grasped the sea floor, but its efforts were for nothing as it, too, was sucked down the drain.  It was almost comical watching the octopus getting sucked through an opening so much smaller than itself.

Which reminds me... I should make myself scarce before I suffer the same fate.

Sucking in another breath from her oxygen supply, Annabelle began to swim up, taking it slow so as not to stress her lungs.  Soon she was high enough that she could dismiss her bracelet's light, allowing herself to increase her focus.  The surface grew ever closer.

Almost... there...

Finally, Annabelle broke through the water's surface, landing in a crouch on the tiled floor in front of the bathtub.  Turning around, she watched the rest of the water drain from the tub.

Phew... what an adventure.  How Black and White did THAT with the water in their bathtub, I suppose I'll never know.

Taking off her breathing apparatus, the griffon breathed in and out a few times, getting used to the normal atmosphere again.  She pushed the bathroom door open, finding herself facing the latter half of Black and White.

"Oh... hi, Annabelle.  How's the bathroom coming?"

"I just finished unblocking the bathtub drain, sir.  As soon as I have dried off and changed my clothes, I shall resume my cleaning.  I hope I am not taking too long."

White smiled.  "Take your time.  It's not like cartoon characters ever really need to use those facilities anyways."
Annabelle the Diver
lizardman22 has written a few similar stories about Annabelle by now, and I only just got an idea for one myself... so I figured, why not?

Annabelle is © me
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The only difference between a shelter and a prison is which side of the door the lock is on.
Earlier today I had a spill while riding my bike.  I ended up scraping my left elbow, the palms of both hands, one heel, and my left thigh.  The thigh's the worst: my mother says I bruised a muscle.  I didn't even know that could happen, but apparently it can.  She also says that tomorrow the symptoms will be worse, and that I should expect to recover by around the weekend.

I don't need a trip to the hospital.  I can still get around the house, but it hurts to walk.  When going up and down the stairs, I have to put both feet on every step; if my left leg is on a higher step than my right, it really hurts.

I'm in for a long week.
  • Mood: Hurt
Few things can make you want to bang your head against a wall more than watching a Let's Play of a game that you're good at but the player isn't.

(For Pete's sake, Zack! The in-game map exists for a reason, so stop wandering aimlessly and look at it!)
The residential area was quieter than a library.  There wasn't a car on the street, nor a person in the yards.  Wolf glanced at house after house as he paced down the sidewalk.

Most of these houses are made of brick... that one's made of wood, but it's nailed together really well and I think it's got a concrete foundation... I'd have a hard time blowing it down.  Ugh!  Is this really something I should be thinking about every time I walk past a house?

"HELP!  ANYONE!  HELP!"

Wolf blinked.  That voice had come from nearby.  Deciding that it would be wrong of him to ignore it, whatever it was, he took off running.  It didn't take him long to trace the call to a tall ash tree in between two houses.  Squinting, the brown wolf could make out a speck of orange near the top of the tree.

"ARE YOU THE ONE CALLING FOR HELP?" Wolf shouted to the tree's top.

"YES!" came the response.  "I C-CAN'T CLIMB DOWN!  I'M T-TOO SC-SCARED!"

Wolf quickly made up his mind.  Rescuing someone from a tree definitely sounded like something a good person would do.  He wasn't walking away from this.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!  I'M COMING TO GET YOU!"

"TH-THANK YOU, S-SIR!"

Finding his inhaler in his backpack, Wolf took it out and took a quick huff from it.  Then he sank his claws into the tree trunk and began to climb.

The ascent was long and tiring.  Every time Wolf looked down, the ground was further away.  He wasn't afraid of heights, but they did remind him of the view from the third pig's house.  Still, he persevered, and at last he set foot on the same limb that his rescuee was on.

The brown wolf panted as he turned his attention to his target.  She was a Mobian calico cat, dressed like a hiker.  Her eyes were brown, and a pair of binoculars hung from a strap on her neck.

"Hi," Wolf greeted the cat, but the response wasn't as friendly.

"WAUGH!  G-G-GET AWAY FROM ME!  I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"

The cat backed up along the limb.  Wolf resisted the urge to follow, not wanting to antagonize the cat further.  He put his hands up.

"I'm not going to hurt you.  I'm here to help you.  You're safe with me."

"A-Are you su-sure?  You l-l-look like..."

"I know what I look like, but that doesn't mean it's who I really am.  Come on.  You can trust me."

"... ... ..."

After a long hesitation, the cat took a cautious step towards Wolf, followed by another, until they were close enough to shake hands.

"My name is Amelia Sky.  I'm always getting into situations like this... I love climbing, but I'm terrified of heights."

"Nice to meet you.  You can call me Wolf.  C'mon, let's get down from here."

Hand in hand, Wolf and Amelia proceeded back to the tree trunk.  The wolf began to lead the way down the trunk, but the cat hesitated to follow.

"Something wrong?"

"I'm s-sorry, Wolf.  "The s-second you let go of m-my hand, my c-courage just v-vanished."

"Well, I need both hands free to climb... hm, this could be a problem..."

Wolf stared down the tree for a moment before an idea occurred to him.  He didn't like it, but it seemed like the best option.

"...Amelia?  Could you hold still for a moment?"

"Okay, but why?"

"You'll see." If I try to explain this to her, I'll just scare her again.  I'd better just do it.

Confused but trusting, Amelia stood where she was while Wolf gently gripped her sides and stepped towards her... then suddenly opened his mouth wide and pulled her forwards.  A push and a firm swallow, and the cat was secure inside the wolf's stomach.

Wolf frowned as he felt the cat's struggles and heard her muffled screams inside his gut.  "It's okay," he whispered to her, "you're safe."  He doubted she'd believe him even assuming that she could hear him, but it certainly made him feel a bit better about the whole thing.

I wonder if this is what a pregnant woman feels like... and there's another thought I'd be okay with never having again.

After waiting for Amelia to calm down a bit, Wolf began to climb down the tree.  With his newly filled stomach constantly in the way, progress was slow, but he wasn't about to give up.  About a third of the way down, he paused to rest.

This isn't working.  I can't climb all the way down with my stomach like this.  I keep worrying that I'll squash Amelia against the tree trunk, or scrape my skin off on the bark.  What else can I do...

The wolf looked down.  The grass was in sight and nothing was in the way, but he'd probably injure himself jumping from his height.

...Unless... I'm crazy for thinking of this, but if anyone can pull it off, I can.

Taking another draw from his inhaler, Wolf stood up and began to suck in as much air as he could.  The tree's leaves shook from the wind.  His chest quickly expanded beyond the limits any normal Mobian could reach.

Inside Wolf's stomach, Amelia had no idea what was going on outside, but could tell that something was now happening.  She was quickly distracted from this observation by a strange feeling overcoming her; it felt like her whole body was losing cohesion and becoming vaporous.  It wasn't even painful; it just felt... strange.

Once he had inflated himself to a satisfactory degree, Wolf let himself fall forwards off the limb.  He kept his arms and legs out in a skydiving position, aiming for the grassy section he could see.

Upon hitting the grass, Wolf's inflated belly took the brunt of the impact, cushioning it almost perfectly.  This of course resulted in all the air getting forced out of his lungs, like a bellows getting squeezed.  Wolf panted heavily as he stood up, needing another whiff from his inhaler.

Among the air Wolf had exhaled in his landing was a small cloud of what looked like orange-brown smoke.  He watched the smoke as it danced in the air for a few seconds, then condensed, taking the familiar shape of a disoriented and confused Amelia Sky.

"Ugh... what happened?  Where am I?  Was I..."

Amelia trailed off as she and Wolf made eye contact.  The wolf smiled and held out a hand, but the cat hesitated to take it, no doubt vividly remembering getting eaten alive by him.

"AIEE!  DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

Panicking, Amelia turned tail and bolted, heading for the very tree she'd just been stranded on.  Wolf sighed and shook his head.

"Hoo boy.  Some people you just can't earn the trust of."
TCT Personal: Crying Wolf
By now you're probably aware of my Treed Cat Tales series.  Those of you who have similar thought patterns to myself may have realized that Treed Cat Tales: sonicinterface would be rather difficult to write, due to my gallery being so diverse and lacking in any consistent themes or settings.  My 500th deviation milestone special was a mega-crossover for a reason!  (Speaking of which, I'm in the 900s now... what am I going to do for my 1,000th deviation?  I can't just do the same thing again... but I digress.)

So I've altered the idea a little and created a sub-series.  TCT Personal has the same basic premise of the original, except that instead of focusing on different deviants, it focuses on different characters and concepts that have turned up in my own gallery.  This story stars Wolf, a recently created Sonic OC of mine, as well as Amelia Sky from Treed Cat Tales: lizardman22; the situation seemed perfect for exemplifying Wolf's character.

On a vaguely related note, I only recently discovered that TV Tropes actually has a page for Cat Up A Tree.

Wolf and Amelia are © me
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Posting this from the official DA app, which I'm using for the first time. It's... quite a contrast from the website itself.
Animafrica (pronounced "anim[ation] africa" and commonly abbreviated as "A.A.") was best described as an African jungle version of Toon Town.  This was reflected in its architecture, its general culture, and of course its citizens.

Some of A.A.'s better-known citizens included Tinker (a proud inventor monkey whose creations always worked perfectly... except when they didn't), Polly (a chatty and excitable female parrot who was always spreading rumors about every subject to anyone who would listen), Dale (a crocodile who was always looking for something to eat), Sydney (an anaconda who seemed to be a magnet for bad luck), and last but not least, Jay and Kay (a brother-and-sister pair of elephants who were always looking for ways to one-up one another, but could put aside their differences when necessary).

There was never a boring day in Animafrica.  Just the week before, Tinker had put together an automatic taffy-making machine, but things had gone horribly awry when Dale decided to... *ahem* but I digress.

This morning, Jay and Kay were sleeping in.  They had stayed up late the night before due to a competition of who could stomp more animals flat in one day.  The score at the end had been 201 Jay, 203 Kay (although Jay would disagree -- those last two stomps by Kay had been cheating.  And Kay had... oh, never mind).

Kay (the pastel pink female elephant) and Jay (light blue) slept in separate hammocks in their room.  The sight was pristine... at least until both elephants were woken from their slumber by a loud voice from the window.

"HEY!  WAKE UP, YOU TWO SNOOZE-EPHANTS!  THERE'S A HUGE BUZZ GOING AROUND TOWN!  AN UNIDENTIFIED MACHINE HAS APPEARED IN THE TOWN SQUARE, AND NOBODY--"

Polly's chattering was cut short as Kay suddenly inhaled, sucking the parrot into her trunk.  Then the pink elephant reversed the airflow, her trunk acting as a pea shooter to launch Polly back out the window and far over the horizon, disappearing with a *ping* and a twinkle.

"Who needs an alarm clock when you've got her?" Jay muttered as he managed to tip himself out of his hammock, Kay already doing the same.

"I got out of my hammock before you did."

"No, I was first."

"You must be blind.  I was first."

"Actually, I was... oh, never mind.  Let's go see that thing in the town square that she was blabbering about."

The pink and blue elephants raced one another to the square, where just about everyone in town was gathered around what looked like a huge coin-operated device.  It was as if someone took an enlargement ray to a grocery store toy dispenser.  The thing was filled with large capsules, each one containing a different prize.

"It looks-s-s like a giant gumball machine," Sydney hissed.

"Bleagh," Dale chimed in.  "I hate gum.  It's all chew and no swallow."

Tinker had climbed up on the side of the machine, and tapped it with his omni-wrench (which was 100% of his own design and not in the slightest ripped off or stolen from any other inventor, he'll thank you for remembering).

"It appears to be functional.  Anyone could get a prize from it just by inserting a coin and turning the handle.  Of course, coins that large aren't easy to come by."

"OUT OF THE WAY!  ELEPHANTS COMING THROUGH!"

Jay and Kay shoved people aside, sometimes trampling them paper-thin, as they stormed through the crowd.  It didn't take long for them to reach the machine itself.

"Hey, this looks like that gumball dispenser at Trader Jane's General Store," Jay remarked.

"You're right, Jay.  Maybe we can get something from it.  It'll take something big to fit that coin slot, though."

As the two elephants examined the machine, Jay suddenly smiled as a malicious idea snapped into his mind.

"Psst... Kay... take a look there.  I think I see something."

"Where?"

"Down there."

Jay pointed with his trunk at an inconspicuous point at the base of the machine.  Kay got down on all fours to look, tilting her head as she didn't see anything.

WHAM!  Jay charged headfirst at Kay's hindquarters from behind, slamming into her and flattening her against the machine.  A moment later, she peeled off and landed on the ground as a perfectly round pink disk.

"Jay!  What gives?"

The blue elephant picked up her flat sister with his trunk.  "Now I've got a coin for the machine."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

He gingerly placed her in the coin slot.  "And now, I am."

Kay's eyes widened as her brother gripped the handle with his trunk, rotating it and dropping her into complete darkness.  She rolled sideways for a moment, then fell into a roomy chamber on top of what felt like a few other "coins" like herself.

Almost as soon as she landed, Kay began to feel drowsy.  She couldn't explain it; it was as if something in the machine was emitting an intangible signal and draining the energy from her.

BANG!  The machine shook, and the flattened pink elephant jolted awake.

BANG!  There it was again.  Kay could only guess it was Jay trying to break the machine-- and knowing him, he was probably trying to bust her out.

"Ugh!" Jay muttered.  "This isn't working.  It's like the thing's indestructible."

The banging stopped, and Kay finally lost consciousness.

----

"Jay?  Anyone?  ...Where am I?"

Kay's eyes cracked open.  She still couldn't move; she guessed she was still a disk.  But now she was laying on what felt like a glass floor, inside a circular chamber in a well-lit room.

A hiss filled the air as a decompressing agent was pumped into the chamber, and with a POP Kay regained her former shape.  Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked around.

The room was whiter and cleaner than any Kay had ever seen before.  The cylindrical chamber she was occupying was one of several in the room, each one with a different 'toon animal inside it and all of them looking equally helpless.  Nobody else was around; cameras throughout the ceiling kept watch on all of the chambers from multiple angles.

Kay tried to break the glass on her chamber, but couldn't even scratch it.

A loud BEEP echoed throughout the room, and something started humming.  Kay's eyes widened as she found herself levitating off the floor.  Then her arms and legs were pinned in a straightened-out position, and she found she couldn't move them either.

Then she started to shrink.

The pink elephant's jaw dropped as she watched the room grow larger around her.  She could see the other captives levitating as well, but they weren't all shrinking.  It looked like different animals were getting different treatments.

Shrinking quickly became the least of Kay's worries.  Her arms and legs were forced in front of her.  Her hide was turning to smooth, shiny plastic, except for her trunk-- which was lengthening and turning into an extendable rubber hose.  She could feel her insides changing in indescribable ways; she felt like her trunk and stomach were hollowing out.

Finally, it was over.  There was another BEEP, and the humming stopped.  Kay stopped levitating and dropped unceremoniously to the floor.  She couldn't move at all now; she could only observe and think.

The glass retracted from Kay's chamber.  Someone she couldn't see gently picked her up and placed her in a plastic capsule, closing it around her.  The capsule was semitransparent plastic, half red, half clear.  It looked familiar somehow, but where had she...

...That machine!  The prizes in it were in capsules like this one!  But does that mean... AAAARGH!  Now I'VE been turned into a prize!

Kay was so freaked out about her transformation that she almost didn't notice as she was brought into a new room.  A moment after that, she was dropped onto a pile of other capsules inside a clear glass dome-- the same one, as a matter of fact, that belonged to that devilish prize machine.

Soon that utter feeling of energy deprivation soaked into her again, and Kay drifted off to sleep once more.

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Kay woke up at intermittent moments when the capsules were jostled-- each one, she guessed, signalling someone getting something from that devilish prize machine.  She wondered if each one had been someone using another flattened 'toon as a coin, as she'd been used, or if they'd found a different strategy.

Each time, the machine seemed to be in a different location altogether.  She saw sight after sight, but never got to see the machine actually traveling from place to place.

Finally, her day came.  Someone turned the handle, and the prize-ified Kay the pink elephant dropped down the chute to meet her new owner, a bright blue wolf.  Kay wished she could communicate with the blue wolf who took her out of her capsule and pocketed her somewhere.

"We got our prize!  C'mon, Lizzie, let's head back to the sports center and... oh..."

I wonder if that's how Jay reacted after he "spent" me.  Jay... I miss you...

Would Kay ever see Animafrica again?  Would she be able to return to normal and reunite with her brother?  Time would tell...
The Prize Machine: Prequel -Toon-
Roughly three-quarters of a year ago, I wrote The Prize Machine as part of a challenge for Lolocator: to take a story with a sad ending, and extend it so it ended happily.  He got halfway there before losing interest... and shows no signs of regaining it.

I have a little headcanon of my own regarding that whole scenario, so I decided to write this up.  Who knows-- maybe it'll resurrect Lolo's interest in the whole thing.  Or maybe he'll get sidetracked and draw/write something about Animafrica instead.  I'd be okay with either.

Animafrica and characters, original scenario © me
Toon Town and characters © :iconlolocator:
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Once upon a time, there was a kitsune who lived on the Sun.  He had been banished there long ago for crimes against the gods.

As centuries passed, the kitsune grew bored of staring into space all the time.  He found himself longing to revisit the Earth, which had surely evolved massively during his exile.

One day (or whatever one can substitute for "day" when one lives on the Sun), he decided it was time.  He chose a sunbeam he liked, clung to it, and rode it down to Earth.

...At least, that was the plan.

It goes without saying to anyone who knows anything about astronomy that the Sun is incredibly large compared to the Earth; as such, very little of its light ever actually gets there.  In addition to being such a small target, the Earth is also moving, and even light doesn't make the trip instantaneously.

However, the kitsune knew all this.

As the human race itself can testify, one does not spend hundreds of years watching the cosmos without noticing a pattern or two, and the kitsune had made productive use of all his free time.  He had marked sunbeams and studied their paths.  He had charted the positions and trajectories of numerous celestial bodies, and figured out how they depended on one another.  He had essentially reinvented the entire human field of astronomy.

His choice of sunbeam was not an arbitrary one.  The kitsune had made calculations precise enough to be the envy of any human astronomer in order to determine exactly where the Earth would be at a particular moment, and exactly when and in what direction he would have to leave the Sun in order to intercept it.  He had overlooked nothing; his plans had even factored in his own weight slowing down the sunlight.

And it all paid off.

The kitsune's sunbeam ride ended with a splashdown in the Earth's ocean waters.  He released the sunbeam and shapeshifted into a dolphin as he hit the water, diving and circling back up.  Then he began swimming in an arbitrary direction, anxious to find the nearest civilization and learn about what changes the planet had undergone since his banishment...
The Sun Kitsune (Redux)
A year and a half ago I wrote The Sun Kitsune, a rather short piece with a deconstructive twist ending (not unlike a few other pieces I've written in that respect).  I had my own idea for fixing what the story showed was broken, but didn't share it until now because I didn't want to deprive anyone else of the opportunity.  Still, nobody else has taken it... and I finally decided I should bite the bullet.

I like deconstruction, and I like reconstruction.  I typically don't like reconstructing my own deconstructions, though, because I want to inspire others to do so.  It hasn't really been working... maybe I'm going about it the wrong way.
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Your gaming habits can reveal funny things about your personality, regardless of your genre of choice.  My frequent solitaire playing has made me realize that I have the bad habit of putting all my eggs in one basket.

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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy (late) birthday, mate
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Happy birthday man.
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Happy birthday.
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Happy Birthday, Interface.
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Happy Birthday! :party: :cake: :iconlachoirplz:
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Happy Birthday!
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nndragon4 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015  Student Writer
Sorry if My reply made me sound like a jerk. When I sent it I forgot to add this. But I Could say hi every now and then and comment on your work
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Happy birthday
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Happy birthday.
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Happy Birthday! I hope it's a good one.
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Happy (upcoming) birthday!
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ragtagwarrior Featured By Owner May 2, 2015
To answer your question, Interface. Your generalized work attracts anyone who finds it interesting. If you narrowed your interests into a few things, you'd only attract anyone with a shared interest in that subject.

For example, if you just wrote stories based around the Legend of Zelda games, you'd attract fans of those games. The same goes for any franchise regardless of whether it's popular or obscure. Given your preference to work in familiar and unfamiliar territories, the audience you tend to draw in reflects this.
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bluefoxycat Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
By the way, I've figured out how to export the xcf file into a png file. Yes, I am an immature little bast(urd)ard.
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you so very much for the points, Mate
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coloredraininlives Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2014  Student Writer
Hellos do you do requests?:3
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Wolfertech Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I chalange you to say something possitive! ;p and I don't mean saying "five" or "Proton" or anything like that! ;)
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HeartinaThePony Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Do you take requests?
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi mate
How do you make links to other pages?
I was trying to make a link from one chapter of my Wold war scar story to another, but all i got was this: <da:thumb id="479049646">
I did what i usually did (Copy and past the page) but this didn't work for some reason
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Wolfertech Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Nice to talk with you again! :D long time no see really!
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Archer7Tadayoshi Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'll give you 10 points if you create a code sheet that would be good for law enforcement use over cb radio, using only letters and numbers as pictographs describing the situation.

For example here is one for packages:

E3 = regular package

E7 = damaged package

8B = bundled package

CD = Locked package

HU = opened bundled package

UL = opened regular package


And yes I am very aware of the 10 codes, I'm looking for something almost unbreakable for when I play FPS' together online with my friends.
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