The new forums will be named Coin Return (based on the most recent vote)! You can check on the status and timeline of the transition to the new forums here.
The Guiding Principles and New Rules document is now in effect.
I want to be a writer!
OceaniaHasTheBestCurry
__BANNED USERS new member
__BANNED USERS new member
I've wanted to be a writer since I was very young. I wanted to know if anyone here enjoys writing. Especially about space Werewolves. I think it could be called a genre unto itself, space werewolves that is. I've written something I think you all will like:
A clan of space werewolves are conducting a VR training sessions for their young brood on a remote moon. Every decade such events are held as much to compete against other werewolves coteries as it is a chance to spy on them. A company of eight family heads or parents are assembled in a room with special antique-looking viewing devices. They appear like a head-sized box with no sides except for the ceiling and bottom oft the object which are mirror qualiy panes made of quicksilver and diamonds. The rest of the object is etched and carved heart's wood and decorated with charms of the user's choosing. A violently red dream catcher for Sikeah clan and a brilliant white and aqua colored conch shell for the prodigious Yumquita clan. When the werewolf pitches his or her head into the quicksilver their consciousness follows suit, sucked temporarily into the vivid VR space in which the youngsters reside. Warming up or strategizing for the competition. Whilst the youngsters are trapped in the VR setting until let loose the parents are held their by a golden string, and will be able to climb up, and out at any time. As well as being able to come and go as they please they also hold god-like abilities and will be considered as, and judge the events accordingly so.
The werewolf god of death posing as an apparition- a tall and strong werewolf without skin nor eyes wielding only a fetid scythe- befell the event and took over. In a fit of laughter that filled the heads of all werewolves within and without the training session, he thrust each parent into the VR and cut their golden cords. Humor and irony showed in the lip-less face of the apparition as he forced all werewolves to destroy one each other...falsely but truly for a prize they didn't know they were competing for, godhood.
Granting each werewolf human forms, back perhaps thousands of years for some, they used swords, not their sub-god abilities of quickness and rage to combat one another. Most, as they were given choices to be more human or more werewolf like took the high road of human form. As the sun rose the survivors masturbated six times in one day.
A clan of space werewolves are conducting a VR training sessions for their young brood on a remote moon. Every decade such events are held as much to compete against other werewolves coteries as it is a chance to spy on them. A company of eight family heads or parents are assembled in a room with special antique-looking viewing devices. They appear like a head-sized box with no sides except for the ceiling and bottom oft the object which are mirror qualiy panes made of quicksilver and diamonds. The rest of the object is etched and carved heart's wood and decorated with charms of the user's choosing. A violently red dream catcher for Sikeah clan and a brilliant white and aqua colored conch shell for the prodigious Yumquita clan. When the werewolf pitches his or her head into the quicksilver their consciousness follows suit, sucked temporarily into the vivid VR space in which the youngsters reside. Warming up or strategizing for the competition. Whilst the youngsters are trapped in the VR setting until let loose the parents are held their by a golden string, and will be able to climb up, and out at any time. As well as being able to come and go as they please they also hold god-like abilities and will be considered as, and judge the events accordingly so.
The werewolf god of death posing as an apparition- a tall and strong werewolf without skin nor eyes wielding only a fetid scythe- befell the event and took over. In a fit of laughter that filled the heads of all werewolves within and without the training session, he thrust each parent into the VR and cut their golden cords. Humor and irony showed in the lip-less face of the apparition as he forced all werewolves to destroy one each other...falsely but truly for a prize they didn't know they were competing for, godhood.
Granting each werewolf human forms, back perhaps thousands of years for some, they used swords, not their sub-god abilities of quickness and rage to combat one another. Most, as they were given choices to be more human or more werewolf like took the high road of human form. As the sun rose the survivors masturbated six times in one day.
OceaniaHasTheBestCurry on
0
This discussion has been closed.
Posts
@Bryceforvice on Twitter Facebook