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"It's almost Halloween. This is just another plain night, though. You'll go to bed as usual and hope to have a nice dream. You climb the stairs to your room and succesfully bury yourself under the blanket turning off the light.
You are closing your eyes when suddenly you hear the sound of shattering glass. Someone, or something, broke inside your room. It's dark and you can't see much, but the creature in front of you has a generally humanoid form. The only thing you can distinguish as he charges you are his long teeth, his fetid breath and the pale full moon shining outside your smashed window..."
Good news, you're not dead. Tomorrow you'll wake up as a lycanthrope, a powerful being capable of altering his own form and become a huge (or tiny) biological weapon. Too bad you won't be able to control that for a while. You'll get some practice tonight, though.
So... what kind of werebeast attacked you last night? Can you remember?
Feel free to choose whatever (living) creature you prefer: that probably wasn't a normal lycanthrope. It could have been a weretarrasque, a weredragon, a weretreant! Or maybe it was just the usual stereotyped werewolf.
I'm sure mine was a werefive-headed hydra.
Last edited by Uncle Pine : 10-30-2012 at 05:00 PM.
I believe a WereLich attacked me last night... I only remember because for some reason I woke up with this pretty babble around my neck and felt a desire to hide it in the most ridiculously paranoid way ever...
I will now enjoy being able to multitask to a crazy level, as well as spray ink at people I don't like.
Originally Posted by Hashmir
When I die, I donate my body to the cause of whatever ******* finds it first.
Originally Posted by Bloodgruve
Really though, how effin scary would the beach be if an octopus could launch itself outta the water at a 200' move speed every 6 seconds. I'd never go to the beach again... I thought flying sharks were scary...
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse,” I said, sounding calm, probably inaudible in the midst of the screaming. “Inevitable. Wasn’t that how she put it? I told them. Warned them.”
-Taylor Hebert. Yes, I'm a proud Skittle.