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Rolling Felines -Trade-
CHU-CHUNG.
Sven barely paid attention to the metal shutter closing behind him.  He was too focused on what he'd come here for, and the fun times he was expecting to have once he found it.
Unicorn's Cave, the fifth dungeon of Holodrum, wasn't much of a hotspot, but a particular resident of it had caught Sven's attention the instant he'd read about him.  The dungeon's miniboss was a saber-toothed tiger named Syger that could turn into a spiked ball and roll around at high speeds.  That was all Sven needed to know to be sure they'd get along well, seeing as he himself was a tiger that could ball up (well, hybrid of tiger and armadillo technically, but whatever).
Green floor with octagons, just like the guide said.  This must be the place... now where is he?
As he thought that, Sven glanced up-- and there was his answer.  The large Mobian sabertooth was sitting up in the rafters, having only just noticed the tigerdillo in turn.
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Factory 999 -Gift-
The main industrial region of Veveria was big, to say the least.  Most of the region consisted of factories, warehouses, and production facilities of all sorts, less than half of which were still in service.  Some of the other factories had been unused for so long that nobody remembered what they were even built for anymore, not that a tour of them would be particularly enlightening since they tended to be thrown together willy-nilly.
It was at one of the abandoned factories that a particular police detective had just arrived.  Detective Briggs was as tough as they came, a fire-breathing 'toon dragon with scales as hard as steel.  An anonymous tip had indicated that a particular infamous trio of robbers had chosen this factory for their latest hideout.
Briggs took one more glance at the wanted poster he carried.  It depicted sketches of the aforementioned three robbers: an armadillo named Rock, a white sugar glider named Paper, and a black crow named Scissors.&
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Please
"May I please conquer the world?"
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Immersive
With every generation, video game developers work to make their games more immersive.
Graphics and audio become more and more detailed, and more and more realistic.  As motion control evolves, gaming controls become more complex and truer to the corresponding real-life actions.  No longer do you just press a button to open a chest; now you actually lift the lid and push it back.
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I wish they'd known when to stop.
My brother got the new RTR-Box for his birthday.  "RTR" stands for "realer-than-real", and is commonly pronounced "rotor" by fans.
Last week he started playing some survival horror game.  I think it was called Black Hole Island or something like that.  He invited me to play with him, but I'm more into retro gaming, so I said no.
Nobody has seen him in days, and for good reason: my brother's lost in the game.  And I don't mean he's addicted to it; I mean he's actually lost in the game world, unable to find his way back to reality.
What am
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Cinema Catastrophe -Toon- -1000-
Lolocator and I get along quite well.  Cartoon physics and general cartoon zaniness are his areas of expertise (which I also dabble in), although I've also seen him play with the horror genre (which I don't).  He crafts his cartoon world with care and thought, qualities I admire; I've even been able to make contributions of my own.  Below is a story that takes place in his world, starring one of his characters, and heavily featuring his 'toonishness.
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The movie theater was several miles out of town, but Tom Wool didn't mind the trip.  He figured he had earned a little break, and a movie seemed like a good way to spend an afternoon.
Upon arriving, the orange wolf perused the selection of films for a moment before deciding on Invasion of the Space Wolves from Planet G, a corny sci-fi flick that was pretty well described by its name.  He bought a ticket and some popcorn, and proceeded into the theater proper.
Many movie-g
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Christmas in Relic Fields -1000-
Tmaneea and I have a curious relationship.  He used to produce 'toon art and literature-- in fact, I think he was the one who really got me into the genre, and was a huge inspiration to me at the time-- but at some point he shifted to superhero comics.  I couldn't quite make that genre transition along with him, so I took a new role as a "theory junkie", predicting future plot events in his work based on tropes and clues.
Overall T has obviously given me significantly more inspiration than I've given him over the years, but whatever-- different people are inspired by different things, and I can't be everyone's muse.  I've done significantly less for him than for others since his genre shift, but the occasional story does slip through my keyboard.  I care a lot about whether or not T considers my fan-work to be true to his canon, a goal I can't always meet reliably.

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The first snow of the season had already whitened the streets of Relic Fields
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A Pouch of Magic -1000-
lizardman22 is, hands down, the one person on DA that I consider myself closest to.  We perform so many trades and collabs, I have a separate folder in my favorites just for his work.  He's acknowledged me explicitly as his muse (or at least one of his muses), inspiring and challenging him in many ways on many occasions.  I've been close with other artists in similar ways over the years, but 22 has hung around.
He specializes in Sonic art, but mainly as a baseline for his own well-developed world full of dozens of characters.  Others, including myself, have contributed characters and the like to his world from time to time.
I can't say much about Gigantlover20; although he and 22 are close to one another, Gigant and I are fairly distant.  Still, we have our interactions every now and then.  On one occasion I analyzed Gigant's tastes and attempted to design a character in imitation of the sort of character he would come up with; the result
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Carolina Chase in Castle Dracula -1000-
Kathalia is an artist who specializes in transformation, something I also have something for.  I don't even remember how she and I ended up connecting, but we get along fairly well; she's taken a handful of my suggestions, and I've recommended a tutorial or two to her when she needed the help.  Among her transformation pictures is a series starring Lara Croft; I ended up drawing inspiration from the series and writing one or two transformation stories with the same protagonist.
Carolina Chase is an OC of Kath's, which she presumably created so she wouldn't have to keep infringing on the copyright of Lara Croft.  As with just about every character in Kath's gallery, Chase isn't very good at staying human.  This story, I believe, is an excellent example of the sort of situation I imagine Chase getting into.

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This wasn't really Carolina Chase's territory.  She considered herself an archaeologist, not a vampire-slayer.  Still, when a ch
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The Chef and the Ninja
One of the reasons the Valley of Venom was so devastated by the Snowbirds' attack was that its residents had made next to no preparations for the accompanying winter weather.
Due to its tropical climate, the Valley never saw snow under normal circumstances.  It got chilly sometimes, but nothing worse than a typical autumn day.  Thus, very few residents owned things like space heaters and blankets, and the buildings were not constructed with near- or sub-zero temperatures in mind.
Daphne Starr was lucky in a sense.  She'd been at work in her café's kitchen when the snowstorm hit, which meant she at least had a source of heat.  The oven was on and hot, and the blue-tongued lizard shivered even as she huddled beside it.  Briefly she considered climbing into the oven altogether just for the extra heat, but she banished the thought.
Standing up for a moment, Daphne glanced out the window.  The snowfall was blanketing the village in white, almost picturesqu
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The Snowbirds - A Crash Course
Who are the Snowbirds?
The Snowbirds are an independent military clan consisting of Mobian species native to icy environments.  They travel the world, looking for new territories to conquer for themselves.  They do not take sides; any territory is as eligible for conquest as any other.  They owe their success to their mastery of ice magic, specialized mostly towards creating winter weather in environments where it would not naturally occur.  (More on that later.)
Although long ago the Snowbirds consisted entirely of, well, birds native to snowy environments, they began to enlist other species as time went by.  Despite the diversification, the name has stuck around, as has their logo: a light blue snow owl silhouette flying to the right, its wings out, against a white background.  This logo is proudly worn by the Snowbirds' authority figures.
The Snowbirds' ice magic
The Snowbirds use a variety of different forms of ice
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Literature
The Day the Valley Fell
"No, we're not attacking at night.  At that time of day, everyone's going to be indoors and sheltered from the weather.  We'll attack at midday, when people are out and about.  They're reptiles, which means they do poorly in the cold.  We've got the elemental advantage; we can't throw it away."
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It began as just another day at the Valley of Venom.  Everyone was going about their business: Daphne was preparing various lunch specialties, Cynthia was practically glued to her sewing machine, and Marybeth was engaging in a bit of gymnastics.
Hisspan had chosen to sunbathe for a spell on the roof of a random building.  Of course, as a cobra, she couldn't actually tan, but she still loved the feeling of the warm sunshine on her scales.
Ahh... I could just lie here all day.  It's just so wonderful.
BOOM!
A noise from some distance got Hisspan's attention, and she sat up and looked around.  It w
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Visited by a God -Trade-
Jasmine Vex examined the large, wide-necked ceramic pot in front of her.  According to a new doctrine by the Pharaoh, the more flexible of the slaves-- including herself-- were to sleep inside these pots instead of regular bunks, to save on space.  The cobra didn't mind; the pot actually looked rather comfortable.
Slowly, taking care not to knock it over, Jasmine stepped into the pot, one leg at a time.  Then she sank down, coiling herself up in the pot's interior.  Shortly after that, someone covered the opening with a piece of cloth and tied it there with twine, trapping her inside the pot.
Jasmine didn't mind; she was already drifting off to sleep.
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Kumult finished tying up the last ceramic pot.  All the pots were now occupied by slaves and ready to go, and it was now up to him to transport the pots to other locations.  (The openings were covered so the slaves wouldn't be able to escape or steal anything during the night.)
Crouching, the asp lifted
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Learning to Fly -Gift-
"No superhero knows exactly how to use his or her powers as soon as he or she gets them.  Well, some do, but I didn't.  And neither did you."
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Although the Brewster Dojo had technically been abandoned after its owner's alleged death, many of its facilities were still functional.  Nobody knew this better than SaberCat (otherwise known as Benjamin Brewster, son of said owner), who still trained there on occasion.  But even though he was there today, along with his parents and a guest to be revealed later, he wasn't going to be the one undergoing training.
Catherine Brewster, known until recently as the Keeper, stood on an exercise mat and carefully flexed her arms and legs in accordance to her prescribed aerobics routine.  An incident that summer had left her not quite her usual human self, as evidenced by her green scaly body and leathery wings.  Her husband, Edward, observed from not far away.
"28... 29... 30!  That's good, Catherine.
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Lately it's been very difficult for me to get any work done.

I don't even want to LOOK at my homework, no matter what it is; the thought of actually working on it makes me squirm.  It's not just homework, either; making an effort towards fulfilling ANY necessary obligation, even if it's my half of an art trade here on DA, feels like an inherently repulsive idea to me.  I just want to ignore my obligations as much as possible, and as a result, I fall behind on everything.

Obviously, I can't go on living life like this.  But I'm not sure what can be done about it.

In other news, remember that midterm exam I posted a status update about?  The one during which the gum trick didn't work for me?  I got an A- on it.  I think I'm just really good at bluffing.

EDIT: Come to think of it, the problem might just be that I'm tired today.  I was up later than usual last night playing a new game on my smartphone.  And I believe that for me, being wide awake correlates roughly with being in the mood to work.

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CHU-CHUNG.

Sven barely paid attention to the metal shutter closing behind him.  He was too focused on what he'd come here for, and the fun times he was expecting to have once he found it.

Unicorn's Cave, the fifth dungeon of Holodrum, wasn't much of a hotspot, but a particular resident of it had caught Sven's attention the instant he'd read about him.  The dungeon's miniboss was a saber-toothed tiger named Syger that could turn into a spiked ball and roll around at high speeds.  That was all Sven needed to know to be sure they'd get along well, seeing as he himself was a tiger that could ball up (well, hybrid of tiger and armadillo technically, but whatever).

Green floor with octagons, just like the guide said.  This must be the place... now where is he?

As he thought that, Sven glanced up-- and there was his answer.  The large Mobian sabertooth was sitting up in the rafters, having only just noticed the tigerdillo in turn.

"Hi!" Sven enthusiastically declared, waving at the figure up above.

It was unclear whether or not Syger heard or acknowledged the greeting.  The sabertooth jumped off the rafter and curled, bouncing to the ground as a whirling orange-and-black ball with fangs before standing up again.  Sven clapped.

"That was a great entrance!  I tried that once, but I ended up bouncing all over the place.  Oh, I should introduce myself.  My name's Sven--"

"ROOOOOOAR!"

Sven had to cut himself off as Syger suddenly let out a ferocious roar.  Then the miniboss balled up again and rolled straight at the yellow-green tigerdillo, who just barely managed to jump out of the way in time.

"Whoa!  What are you doing?  I only wanted-- HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!"

Deciding that maybe he was too small compared to Syger to be viewed as a potential friend, Sven took a breath and focused, willing himself to sizeshift.  Over the course of a few seconds he grew in size until his height matched that of the sabertooth that had just finished rolling around the room and stood up again.

"Alright, let's try that again," the tigerdillo addressed the sabertooth.  "My name's Sven.  I don't want to fight; I just want to be friends.  See, I can curl into a ball like you can, but--"

Syger roared again, seemingly indifferent to Sven's attempts at friendliness, before going for another rolling charge.  Being bigger now, the tigerdillo managed to dodge more easily.

"Yikes!  ...Hey, that looks really fun!  You've got to teach me to roll around like that!"

Sven stayed on his toes and avoided Syger until the sabertooth uncurled again, then approached him one more time.

"You're pretty good at rolling.  Let me try it..."

The tigerdillo crouched down and curled up in a ball himself, then tried to roll himself forwards.  He could barely budge himself, but in the meantime Syger balled up again and rolled straight at him.  With a loud CRACK the tiger balls collided, sending Sven bouncing and rolling all around the room.

"Hey, thanks for the kick-start!" Sven exclaimed, although in his stance it was muffled.  For a good few minutes, he and Syger ricocheted and rolled around the room in a manner that wouldn't have looked out of place on a billiards table.  Sven, of course, was having the time of his life.

Then it happened.  Syger uncurled just in time for Sven to roll over his tail, crushing and shattering the crystal ball set into the tip.  Feeling the bump, and hearing a weaker roar from usual from his friend, the tigerdillo sprang to his feet himself and looked over just in time to see the sabertooth drop to his knees in agony.

"Syger, what's wrong?  ...Oh, I guess that was me.  Listen, I'm really sorr--"

KABOOM!  Syger exploded into a cloud of dust, leaving Sven dumbfounded.  A long silence passed as the tigerdillo's shock turned to sadness, and a tear fell from his eye as he mourned the untimely passing of his friend.

"Just when we were getting along... this wasn't supposed to happen... I... I just... RITA, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Seconds after Sven shouted that, everything went white and he lost all perception of the world for a moment.  When he recovered, he was sitting up in a special VR chamber that Rita had recently acquired second-hand.  The dingo herself was standing beside him.

"I saw the whole thing on the monitor," Rita remarked.  "You know that was a video game character, right?  Syger doesn't have any emotions or personality; he's just there to fight the hero."

Not saying a word in response, Sven turned his back on the dingo and stared at the wall.  Rita scratched her head.

"Okay... I guess I'm not much of a grief counselor."
Rolling Felines -Trade-
My fairly overdue share of a three-way trade between myself, lizardman22, and pinkiepiefan37.  37 requested that I write a story about his character Sven (which I designed for him a ways back) up against Syger from Zelda: Oracle of Seasons.

Since I'm pretty sure it was a particular redesign of Syger I did a while ago that 37 fell in love with, that's the version I used for the story.  The plot fell together when I thought about how the characters would most likely play off one another as I imagined them, and how the circumstances 37 requested could take place.

Sven and Rita designed for :iconpinkiepiefan37: by me
Syger is © Nintendo
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One of my goals as a DeviantARTist is to appeal enough to someone that they have a folder named after me in their favorites.
Lately it's been very difficult for me to get any work done.

I don't even want to LOOK at my homework, no matter what it is; the thought of actually working on it makes me squirm.  It's not just homework, either; making an effort towards fulfilling ANY necessary obligation, even if it's my half of an art trade here on DA, feels like an inherently repulsive idea to me.  I just want to ignore my obligations as much as possible, and as a result, I fall behind on everything.

Obviously, I can't go on living life like this.  But I'm not sure what can be done about it.

In other news, remember that midterm exam I posted a status update about?  The one during which the gum trick didn't work for me?  I got an A- on it.  I think I'm just really good at bluffing.

EDIT: Come to think of it, the problem might just be that I'm tired today.  I was up later than usual last night playing a new game on my smartphone.  And I believe that for me, being wide awake correlates roughly with being in the mood to work.
So today I finally wrapped up a difficult homework assignment.  I thought I'd reward myself by going and picking up a Nintendo Switch... but they were sold out.
Why the @#&%$ did DA have to change the way deviations are displayed on profile pages?  There was nothing wrong with the old method!  I'm done with this website forever!  Boycott DeviantART!

...That's my impression of someone who can't stand it when anything changes.
Chew gum while studying for a test, then chew the same flavor of gum while taking it.  It'll help you remember what you studied.

That's a classic lifehack... that COMPLETELY failed me during today's midterm exam.
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As a general rule, a story in which none of the characters undergo any character development as a result of the plot is a story not worth telling. Agree or disagree?
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Well.  School seems to be canceled today due to a water main break in town.  I... have mixed feelings about this.
The main industrial region of Veveria was big, to say the least.  Most of the region consisted of factories, warehouses, and production facilities of all sorts, less than half of which were still in service.  Some of the other factories had been unused for so long that nobody remembered what they were even built for anymore, not that a tour of them would be particularly enlightening since they tended to be thrown together willy-nilly.

It was at one of the abandoned factories that a particular police detective had just arrived.  Detective Briggs was as tough as they came, a fire-breathing 'toon dragon with scales as hard as steel.  An anonymous tip had indicated that a particular infamous trio of robbers had chosen this factory for their latest hideout.

Briggs took one more glance at the wanted poster he carried.  It depicted sketches of the aforementioned three robbers: an armadillo named Rock, a white sugar glider named Paper, and a black crow named Scissors.  This wasn't the first time the dragon had gotten involved with these three; he still hadn't forgiven himself for letting them escape police custody under his watch.

Not letting it happen again.  This time I'm putting them in chains!  ...No, that won't be enough.  I'll flatten them with my bare hands and lock them in a display case!  ...No, that doesn't make sense... ah, *@&#$ it, I'll decide when I get my hands on them.

Putting the poster away, Briggs tried the door-- but of course it was locked.  He wouldn't let that stop him, though, and reared back before slamming his shoulder into the door, ripping it off its hinges and sending it flying.  Grinning in self-satisfaction, Briggs stepped inside.

The inside of the factory was dark, save for bits of sunlight that filtered their way in through dirty windows in high places.  For the most part it was just darkness, but Briggs could still sense how big the factory interior was.

"Would it have been so hard just to knock?" came a voice from nearby, and a familiar crow stepped into view.

"You," Briggs growled.  "It's been way too long."

"For me it hasn't been long enough," Scissors replied.  "But I suppose I can squeeze you into my schedule."

Not amused, the dragon lunged and seized the crow, holding him in the air with one hand.

"Enough small talk.  Where are the others?"

"I'm glad-- oof-- you asked.  Hey, Rock!"

Briggs turned his head just in time to face the headlights of a forklift as it started up, a familiar armadillo in the driver's seat.  Rock floored the gas pedal, and the forklift shot towards Briggs at high speed.  The dragon dropped Scissors and caught the forklift's fork in both hands, standing his ground against the vehicle.  The forklift's wheels turned futilely in the air as Briggs held the front end of the forklift off the ground.

Then, all at once, Briggs heaved, flipping the forklift backwards.  The forklift landed upside-down, the headlights dying instantly as a satisfying CRASH echoed throughout the factory.

Scissors looked on, a little worried.  "O-kay... we might have underestimated who we were dealing with here."

"I'll say you did.  Now are you going to come quietly, or--"

WHAM!  Briggs couldn't even process what happened next, as fast and unexpected as it was.  An industrial-strength piston appeared out of nowhere and slammed down directly on top of him, forcing him onto his belly and pressing him flat.  Even his super-tough scales were no match for the sheer power he'd been crushed with.

After a moment, the piston raised up a few feet, revealing the flat sheet of dragon now stuck to its underside.  The factory's lights came on all at once, and a familiar sugar glider waved from a control booth up above.

"Tsk, tsk," Scissors remarked, folding his arms and shaking his head.  "Don't you know anything about traps?  Any trap-master worth their salt intends their 'first trap' to be a distraction."  (Huh, that line sounded familiar somehow...)

The crow stepped closer to admire the results.  Briggs had been flattened into an impossibly perfect rectangle, more than a yard on each side and about as thick as paper... although with the metallic properties of his scales, the dragon was more like a sheet of aluminum.

Paper glided down from the control booth and joined Scissors at the entrance.  "So... are we going to 'deal with' him?"

"As opposed to what, send him home with an apology letter and a fruit basket?  Sure, he's a guy worthy of being 'dealt with' if I ever saw one."

"Then I'll get things set up.  You peel him free, and don't forget Rock."

Briggs frowned.  He had no idea what those criminals meant by "dealing with" him, but he gathered that he wasn't going to like it.

Scissors wasted no time in separating the flattened sheet of dragon from the piston.  Briggs was still firm, not flexible enough to be rolled up, but still lightweight enough to carry.  The crow turned him perpendicular to the ground in order to carry him across the factory floor.

Pausing at the wrecked forklift, Scissors glanced at the armored ball that still rested in the driver's seat.  The crow set Briggs down for a moment and knocked twice on the ball, and after a moment it uncurled into an armadillo and climbed out of the wreckage.

"Thanks a bunch, Scissors.  Hey, is that...?"

"Yep, Rock, it's him.  He's at our mercy, and we're going to 'deal with' him."

"Awesome.  I can't wait."

Together, Rock and Scissors carried the dragon towards a machine further into the factory.  The thing looked like a printing press, set up to take in something wide and flat.  Paper waved from the machine's controls, and gave them a thumbs-up.

Climbing up the steps, the armadillo and crow gently and carefully fed Briggs head-first into the input slot.  Paper shoved a lever, and the machine hummed to life.  Hidden rollers gradually drew the flattened dragon into the machine.

The interior of the machine was dark; Briggs couldn't see a thing inside of it.  He could only feel the cold rollers pressing against him, a sensation his flattened state amplified to an amazing degree.

Two rollers in particular felt different.  Their texture was unusual, like... they were pressing images onto him.  On his front, Briggs could feel little versions of many different designs pressed onto him; on the back, dozens of copies of the same rectangular design in a neat grid all across his body.

Next came the cutters.  Briggs could feel several scissor-like blades penetrating his body all at once, slicing him into dozens of little rectangles.  As each piece separated from him, he could still feel it; in fact, he couldn't tell which rectangle his mind was in, if indeed it was just one.

Finally, a mechanism funneled all the little rectangles together and stacked them in a single pile, which emerged from the machine with a click and a ding.  In his new sliced-and-stacked condition, Briggs was about half an inch tall, and small enough to fit in the palm of someone's hand.

Scissors picked up the little stack of processed dragon and leafed through it.  The machine's printing and cutting had transformed Briggs into a nice-looking deck of playing cards.

"How'd he come out?" Paper asked as she and Rock joined the crow.

"Fantastic.  Let's play some Go Fish."

Making their way to an office section of the factory, Rock, Paper, and Scissors all sat at a table together.  Scissors shuffled the deck, then dealt five cards each to Paper, Rock, and himself before gesturing for Paper to start.

The sugar glider nodded.  "All right then.  Scissors, do you have any fives?"

"Nope.  Go fish."

Briggs mentally grimaced at this turn of events.  Not only had those three gotten the better of him AGAIN, they'd turned him into a deck of cards, some common thing to be...

...Oh, I get it.  "Dealt with."  Ha ha, very funny... *grumble*...

Rock, Paper, and Scissors spent an hour or three playing cards, at the end of which Paper tied a string around the deck to keep it neatly together.  Then the three left, leaving Briggs to contemplate his helpless state.

I hope my backup gets here soon... the backup I DIDN'T ARRANGE FOR because I thought I wouldn't need them!  Oh, @#&*$ me.

The dragon-turned-pack of cards sulked, wondering how long it'd be before he saw the outside world again.
Factory 999 -Gift-
(FULL VERSION NOW FREE TO ALL!)

An idea I just had to get out of my system.  The characters featured in this story are characters Lolocator and myself used for an RP a ways back.

Rock, Paper, and Scissors are © me
Briggs is © :iconlolocator:
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IZZYDAWOLF14 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2016  Hobbyist
U like wut u see on there?
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Lolocator Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2016
I'm sorry if I said anything that may have upset you, or made you feel weak.

I just want you to remember, you feel the way you do because of the illness it's not 'you.' so don't blame yourself, ok. It's just really, really bad luck. But even now, you still have a chance because you can move, you can take action.

Everytime you don't take a shot, you have a 100% to miss... just a qoute. 
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
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here's my commissioned part of our trade, mate.
I hope you like it
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Kathalia Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy belated birthday!  (didn't have internet on actual day)
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Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday, Interface.
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Happy birthday. Have a good one.
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bogm0nst3r Featured By Owner May 31, 2016
Here is a story.

A guy went to someone's profile and typed a story on his profile in the comment section. The guy who received the comment was confused and wondered why the other person wrote such a thing. It was a very boring story with no plot or climax. The only setting was a guy's profile on an artsite. All this just to tell him 

Happy birthday! ^_^
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Happy birthday
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Hope you have a Happy Birthday, mate
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Kathalia Featured By Owner May 7, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Congrats!  You've won second place in the Run for the Roses contest!
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
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A joint gift for you and Asiatheanimator
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happy easter mate
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DonDevious Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Just want to say thanks for reading and commenting on Universe's End up to now! The two page epilogue will be posted by mj probably next week. After that I plan to put up a journal asking for reviews on the story as a whole.
Once again, I am honored for you taking the time to comment on my story!
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Hey I posted the comment why didn't you see it
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JacobA1997 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2015
Hey man, are you doing okay?
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JacobA1997 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015
Hey interface how are you doing?
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JacobA1997 Featured By Owner Edited Aug 30, 2015
Interface, this is the real apology. I'm truly sorry for all the negative things I've said to you and I didn't mean any of it.

I'm sorry for hating you
I'm sorry for cussing at you
I'm sorry for yelling at you
and... *begins to cry*
I'm sorry for being the worst friend to you


and what you said to me to go soak my head in battery acid, I hope you didn't mean to say that. 

I'm truly sorry interface
I'm truly sorry :'( :'( :'(

*sobs*
please reply to this message :'(
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