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Siren's Song -Trade-"A bottle o' rum and a seaworthy ship, that be what you need for a fine pirate trip... that BE what you NEED for a... aargh, no, no! Th' rhythm on that be all wrong!"
Havoc Down let out a sigh. The Calico Anne was currently passing through uninhabited waters, nary an island or rival ship in sight. The Mobian pirate wolf was attempting to stave off the boredom by trying to compose new sea shanties, but wasn't having much luck stringing anything workable together.
That lass from the Valley made songwritin' look so easy. Alright, from th' top...
Taking a deep breath, Havoc began his makeshift song again, then again, but couldn't produce anything that sounded like a proper shanty. Just as he was about to give up, an uncannily pleasant harmony of words and melody entered his head. A smile crossed his face as he began again.
"Come here, oh sailors, follow our song, come for a visit... and... ... ...wait a sec, that be no pirate shanty. How in
They Caught YouThey've caught you.
They've turned you.
You're one of them now.
You're bound to their world now. You can never leave.
You will live out the rest of your life in their world, as one of them.
Not a day will pass by that you won't miss your home and your old friends and family. You know you will never have a chance to see them again.
They will try to comfort you. They will try to convince you that being one of them isn't so bad. But it won't help in the slightest.
You are one of them now, and will be forever.
(Still image of you as one of them, looking very sad.)
Guide to Enchanted CostumesThank you for purchasing an enchanted costume from Witch's Wardrobe. The costume can be put on just like any other: simply insert your head and limbs into the costume and zip up the zipper on the chest or back. The similarities end there, though: once the costume is fully on, it fuses to your body and the zipper falls off, meaning you now ARE the creature you're dressing up as!
When you want to take the costume off, simply press the zipper back into place. This will reverse the enchantment and separate the costume from its wearer, allowing it to be taken off normally.
Is it safe to wear a costume over another costume?
Yes. In fact, you can stack as many costumes as you want with no ill effects-- just try not to lose track of who you really are!
My zipper got lost or broken! Am I stuck in my costume forever?
Of course not! Costume zippers are interchangeable, and you can buy replacement zippers at any Witch's Wardrobe
Discord's Counter-Agent -Gift-When the D virus infected ~lizardman22's gallery, one character in particular was on to it almost from the beginning.
Hisspan Down was the perfect counter-agent against Discord, the corporeal avatar the virus had sent into her world. Besides being the wife of the virus's target, she was friends with pretty much everyone in her setting, so she always had someone to go to when she needed a particular service. On top of that, her ability to detect blood pressure fluctuations and see in infra-red made spying all the easier.
As Discord stayed in the Valley of Venom, awaiting his chance to strike, Hisspan was setting things in motion herself, things that would eventually lead to the virus's defeat.
It was the day of Discord's arrival, shortly after he'd been shown around town. Hisspan opened the door to the house of Oceania "Teardrop" Otter without hesitation, glancing over her shoulder as she did. She closed the door as soon as she entered.
Living A Nightmare -Trade-"NO!"
Wolfen's heart pounded as he sat up in bed, his fur damp with sweat. The expression on his face was one of fear and uneasiness.
Beside him, Hisspan stirred, then woke up as well.
"The nightmare again?"
"The nightmare again," the wolf moaned.
Very recently, a recurring nightmare had started to plague Wolfen's dreams. In it, he was a roboticized wolf again, on a murderous rampage through the Valley of Venom. He was an unstoppable killing machine, slaughtering adults and children alike without mercy. Then he ran into Hisspan, who begged him to stop... and he killed her just as mercilessly. That was always when he woke up.
Hisspan shook her head. "This has to come to an end. Whatever's causing that nightmare, we've got to put a stop to it."
"I couldn't agree more. Does your mother have any remedies for nightmares?"
"No... Marie deals more in physical issues. Why don't you try Tashako? He's a great listener; telling your woes
Sadie and the Bus CrashMy name is Sadie, and I'm a sorceress in training at the Dragon's Glade Academy of Magic.
I've already told you the story of the day I missed the magic bus to school, only to turn myself into a griffon by accident in my attempts to arrange alternative transportation for myself.
For days after that, I devoted my spare time to reviewing that spell and figuring out how it happened. I rewrote the spell a bit, working out the kinks and making the whole thing much simpler. I even touched it up so the transformation could undo itself when I touched down at home; that way I could "commute" both ways.
I haven't ridden the bus since. Flying to school and back as a griffon is a heck of a lot more fun than spending twenty boring and awkward minutes stuck in a stagecoach car; it's also faster and more convenient. I've never even gotten in trouble for it.
Well, okay, that isn't quite true. There was this one time.
I was flying to school as usual, tagging along with the
Sadie Misses the BusMy name is Sadie, and I'm a sorceress in training.
If that sounds exciting, I don't blame you. I was excited, too, until my first day at the Dragon's Glade Academy of Magic... and after that it was really boring.
The art of crafting and casting spells is... well, to compare it to a more mundane level of study, it's very similar to computer programming. Spells are written in a special magic language and compiled just like computer code. You craft your first "Hello World" spell and from there it's all uphill.
Still, I try to be a good student. I pay as much attention as I can in class (which isn't very much), I do all my homework, and I study at home.
I'm a horridly antisocial person, so I don't live on campus. I commute there and back via magic bus. Well, it's not so much a "bus" as a multi-car stagecoach drawn by two pegasi. The cars are enchanted to be virtually weightless, so the pegasi can fly the bus through the air without strain.
Character profile: Terrance"Sure, I'll take a look at your computer... uh... can you bring it here? I can't leave the house at this time of day or I'll get sunburned." --Terrance
Type of character: Sonicverse (lizardman22)
Name: Terrance "Terry" Regia (REJ-yuh)
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Albino ball python (Mobian)
Family and associates:
Youngest of five siblings. Single; doesn't appear interested in love.
Terrance is not specially built for a Mobian snake. His eyes are the usual reptilian black, and his tail is about as long as he is tall. His scaly hide is primarily white, but almost completely covered in large "inkblots" of orange.
He's often seen with a digital tablet, silver in color, connected to a pair of headphones that rest around his neck. He also has a navy blue knapsack he typically keeps his more portable electronics in. Other than that, he typically doesn't wear anything.
Valley's End Road - I. DiscoveryDo you ever wish you could un-see something?
It lay in pieces on the indigo pavement. Rain had washed away most of the blood, but what was left was brown and purple, and the exposed flesh, that rich interior muscle and ligature, was all pink and silver striation and shining through the varied grays of fur and fabric. A smell like dead fish wafted beneath everything.
My mind tried to reassemble it, like a grotesque jigsaw puzzle. That part of me was not working very well, being over-ridden by surging adrenaline, my thoughts drowned out by the hormonal roar in my ears. What I was looking at, what I wished I could un-see, made no sense. And it made me feel as though there were others, its brethren, its masters, some thing or things lurking behind the curtain of forest lining this isolated road.
I ran it often. Rarely after dark though. But I’d been certain my flashlight and my reflective armbands would see me home safely. I looked around and tried to get my beari
Why?"Why do you hang out with children so much? Doesn't it get annoying?"
"No, not really"
"Why? Why do you like them so much?"
"What's the reason most people tell you?"
"What's the answer you usually hear when you ask other people that question?"
"That they're small and adorable."
"That's a funny answer... puppies are small and adorable, kittens are small and adorable, even hedgehogs are small and adorable. So why hang out with loud kids when you can hang out with a small and adorable animal?"
"You're not answering my question."
"What do you think innocence is?"
"Innocent people don't know about the bad things in the world."
"Innocent people don't -act- on the bad things of the world. Whether they know about them or not. Children have a sort of forced innocence."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Have you ever seen a young child double-cross someone? Or lie and then not feel a single
The Game Player Challenges...Magic shows are not as popular on the television now as they used to be – not unless your name is David Blaine or Dynamo – but at one time they were the stalwarts of midweek television, and escape acts were a firm favourite. Nowadays, you find them on shows like Britain’s Got Talent, or in holiday parks, but on a recent show I saw a husband and wife act called The Carlisles – very good they were too.
And I should know – a few weeks previously I had visited them. Mister Carlisle is a successful writer, and my researches had suggested they were worth calling on. Those same researches had shown me, through the power of YouTube, just how good they were as well, so I made sure I went fully equipped.
It was a Sunday afternoon when I let myself into their house, and heard Mum and daughter talking. As I listened, it was clear that the ten year old was trying to persuade her mother she could be part of the act, if she learned her tricks, and
The Pyramid [17/100]A young girl trudges through the dust worn sand and clambers over the bricks of white stone, with pieces of its history flaking off. Higher she tries to climb the Great Pyramid but after a while, she can no longer go further and that is when she realizes that she is too high to make the climb back down.
Maybe it’s fear or maybe it’s just reluctance, but that girl sits down and decides instead to admire the view, hoping someone would save her.
Wooden stick clacks on stone and the girl turns to find an old man standing next to her, smiling softly.
“Do you mind if I join you?” the old man asks, tender and gruff.
The girl nods and the old man sits, his bones creaking into eternity.
“Sometimes,” the old man starts, “you just think you can achieve anything but half-way there, you run into problems. Ah, like you, I seem to not be able to continue any higher.”
“It’s too high,” the girl complains.
“Yes. Sometimes its
Off to Somewhere My mom seems to think that I have no worries at all. That I am supposed to be complacent. That I am supposed to be content. What more could she give me? She asks me this question everyday.
She asks me what I want to be when I grow up and tells me what to be in the same sentence. I'm not sure what answer to give her. The one she has given herself or the one I want to allow myself to say. Always, I give in. Arguments like these should be avoided.
Instead, I tell her I want to grow up first. I want to grow up fast. She says I would regret saying that because being a kid is so easy. You don't have to make important choices or be responsible for anything. Things are laid out for you. What she doesn't understand is I want the supposed difficulties. Then, I can be responsible for my own happiness. I want to choose my own happiness.
My aunts seem to think that I am taking everything for granted. That I should work harder. That I should ma
IThis battle... It wasn't started by me, and it won't be won by me. My existence will merely be remembered as a name; a name like any other, recorded in a book filled with many other names who have fought just like I have and who have died just like I will. My importance is only a number; my actions are only a victory; my life is only a time that the darkness was kept at bay.
My fate has been sealed; my destiny has been decided. My entire existence is meant for one thing and one thing alone: To keep this world in balance and to protect those of light from the creatures of darkness. This is what I was born to do; this is what I am meant to do.
So, what would one such as I do if the balance of this world is thrown into disarray? I would try to correct it, of course, but what if the cause of the chaos is by one creature- not a creature of darkness, but one of light? What if that single creat
Blinded by love, I often forgot.
I forgot that beneath that smooth voice and gentlemanly façade, there lurked a monster. I forgot that those eyes I admired so much were red for a reason.
I forgot that the man I loved could hardly be called a man at all.
Sometimes, however, I was forced to remember.
The entrance hall was awash with blood. It stained the carpets and every wall. It had even spread to the stairs and splashed across the ceiling. Whomever it belonged to was little more than a pulpy mess on the floor.
Pariah had his back to me.
He was no longer human.
Long black tentacles writhed from his back. Large bat-wings were also stained with blood. Fingers were bent into hooked claws and when he turned to look at me I saw a mouth full of teeth as sharp as razors.
For a moment there was no recognition in his eyes.
It was just the wild, frenzied stare of a hungry demon.
And for a brief, brief moment I had an image in my head. An image of tentacles wrapped around my arms and legs an
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
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