This was for an assignment for Creative Writing, pretty much. I had no idea of what to do, asked What and Cookie for ideas and received the following: Spoiler Overall, I will be finishing this today, but since it uses a few KHV people and all, I thought I'd post it here for teh lulz Spoiler: Part I The darkness was a grave. It held the land within its lonely confines. Time was a blind guide; it kept moving without direction. Past, present, and future were meaningless here. All that one could see was a small orb of light hanging above the land. It was nothing more than some fraction of the sun, dipping over the valley as if a spoon into ice cream. Light was pulled into the curvatures of the land, moving with each motion like worms digging into the ground. Clouds billowed in the sky after the light. They traced the light’s trail, almost as if footprints in the snow. All she could do was watch as it flew past her. Whenever she put her hand out, it would never be relative to her; the very tips of her fingers would feel nothing more than the coming anticipation or the residual trail that laid lost and forgotten. With the final snap of the light out of sight, she curled into herself. The room was cold, an igloo in a tundra. She felt frigid, barren beneath the single layer sheet lying over her body, eyes frozen on the window. Outside, she could hear the clangs of the machinery. In the distance, she could see the outline of one of the metallic beasts. A small red ring circled around the edges, the glow dim, soft. Ashes lay strewn about; patches of soot covered the broken fragments of earth, like a tarp a child over a mess; simply pretend that nothing happened, that the awful secret beneath the sheets wasn’t there waiting to be uncovered. She wanted to rip the tarp from its place, to embrace what lied beneath and feel the consequences, to feel closure light a fire over the frozen wasteland within. She sighed, rolling back onto her bed. She felt the bed sink a bit beneath her, dipping into the ground like plant roots. She couldn’t tell if the bed was broken or not; it had always done this ever since her youth. It was commonplace to her, indisputable fact even: this bed was always designed this way, resigned to a fate of falling into itself ever so often. She almost likened it to a kindred spirit, if not for the fact she already identified with a great deal of objects already. Withered plants in the dirt, once great creeks lessened to a mere sliver, the smallest of machines -- all of them confided in her solitude, working to keep her company on the high wire of life. She could almost touch them, feel their loneliness rip through her insides. She wanted to bring them into herself, the creeks, the plants, and the dirt and bring life to the empty bodies, and to herself. The cry of the machine snapped her from her thoughts, returning her to the mechanical reality. She extended a hand out into the dark. Her fingers brushed along a polished wooden dresser. She brushed her fingers along the surface, blindly tracing out the dresser until she came upon the metal handle of the drawer. She leaned over slightly to plunge her hand deeper into the unknown. A flare of pain in the tip of her index finger let her know she found what she was looking for. She pulled her hand back, quickly pressing the fingertip to her lips. The beads of blood left a sour taste in her mouth as she sucked, pulling the paper up to her face with her free hand. Her eyes, long adjusted to the dark, quickly skimmed down the lines, reading the words inbetween intakes of blood. “You still haven’t gotten rid of it, after all this time?” Kelly turned to her right, her eyes staring into another, darker pair. It was a young girl, her skin more full in color, her black hair falling down her back. Even if her eyes had never grown accustomed to the dark, Kelly knew the girl near immediately. Removing the finger from her mouth, Kelly began to speak, her gaze locked onto the girl. “What do you want, Judy?” “Same as always, Kelly. I just want to be your friend.” Kelly began to laugh. She could feel her lungs contract as the air flowed between them. Her finger, moist with drool and blood, began to stain the sheet a pinkish hue. “You and me? Friends? What a joke.” “You know I am quite serious, Kelly.” Judy lifted her hand towards the girl. Kelly jumped backward, knocking against the dresser and sending it down with a crash. Kelly grimaced as she hit the floor. She could feel warm liquid drip down the back of her leg. Judy jumped up, her eyes flashing with concern. “Kelly are you—” “Don’t touch me!” Kelly shimmied backwards, small pools of blood lining the floorboard. “I don’t need you, I don’t want you! Why are you here, what do you want from me?” “I just want to be your friend...” “Bullshit! You did this to me! You made me move to this wretched town, you made me hide away! You’re the reason...the reason why he died, why I’ll die...why everyone I love will just die!” Kelly could feel tears stream down her face. Judy sat on the bed, eyes shaking. “But Kelly, I just...” “You just what? Wanted to ruin my life? You sure did a bang up job of that.” “But Kelly, it’s been years since—” “Days, years, lifetimes -- it’s all the same in the end. They’ll never come back to me.” Kelly rose to her feet, staggering to the dresser. Digging her hand in once more, she pulled out a roll of medical tape and began to apply it to her leg. Judy got off the bed, slowly approaching Kelly. “Do you need any help, Kelly?” “Yes, Judy. I would appreciate it if you did me a favor and left my life.” Kelly could hear Judy begin to sob. She rolled her eyes, wrapping the last strip of bandage over her calf. “You know what you did, Judy” Kelly began as she smoothed the bandage against her leg. A blotch of red rested at the center, slowly diffusing through the other areas of the fabric. “You know what you did to me ten years ago. You made me lose something I can never get back. Hope.” Spoiler: Part 2 The flurry of her feet against the stairs reminded her of butterflies. There was no audible sound that pierced the ears, no pieces of filth laid to waste on the ground: all she could feel was the air sifting between the shapes of her body. She was light, weightless, unbound by gravity and all other earthly forces. She reached the top of the stairs as a woman emerged from a doorway. She wore a yellow halter top with gray sweatpants. A scarf rested atop her head, as amber as the hair beneath it. “Hey, Kitty.” The woman turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the butterfly child. “Aye, hullo Kelly. I take it school went well today?” Kelly smiled, twirling her hair between her fingers. “You can say that.” “Dohoho! Don’t tell me my wee lassie has found a fair lad to accompany her at long last!” Kelly glared, sticking out her tongue at the laughing woman. “Don’t be silly, Kitty. You know I despise everyone at that school. Well, except for Machi and Phineas. But they are just friends.” “Likely story, lassie! But ah well, in due time it will happen.” Kitty cackled, causing Kelly to grunt in anger. “But if it’s not a lad, then pray tell what is it that made today that good?” Kelly pointed to the door Kitty just exited, her eyes wide and shimmering. “Is he awake?” “Knowing him, I reckon he is. He is probably just drawing a few pictures here and there. Aye, I swear that boy will be the death of me one day...” Kitty moved aside, allowing Kelly to pass through the door. Papers dotted the floor like a colony of ants. Broken pencils lay strewn next to the bed, which held a small boy hunched over a piece of paper. His black goatee ruffled against the paper, his brow twitching as his hands flew over the paper. “Ashwin!” The boy looked up, his pencil snapping in half. Groaning, he threw it to the ground, meeting Kelly’s gaze with a smile. “Why hello my dear sibling! I was wondering when you would return home from school!” Kelly smiled at him, his frail body almost transparent amongst the bedding. Shortly after he was born, Ashwin developed a case of acute respiratory distress syndrome as a result of trauma from birth. Although he was soon treated, Ashwin’s lungs were crippled by the aftermath, now only functioning near forty percent of the normal level. Ever since then, he’s been confined to his room, locked in solitude deeper than even air would venture into. All he had to keep him company were the scraps of paper his mind vomited on, trying to make a hobby out of his loneliness. “How was your day, Ash?” “Very good, sister dear! I managed to finish a fair number of illustrations today!” Ashwin said, holding the papers out to Kelly. She took them into her hands and fumbled through them; she could see images of trees rise and fall over hill tops, people congregating amongst themselves, and even an image of herself staring off into the distance with a sly smile on her face. “These are excellent, Ash!” “Thank you, good madam. They have taken me almost all day to finish, but I must admit I am quite proud of them.” “As you should! They truly are a masterpiece. Maybe we can see if Kitty would begin commissions for them.” Ashwin began to laugh, his throat making a scratchy sound almost reminiscent to choking. “You flatter me so, sister. But alas, I am afraid I do not think anyone would be willing to purchase such work. They should find a professional, someone who can create truly marvelous pieces of beauty, not a boy confined to his bedroom. Besides, it is only a hobby I dabble in. It is nothing I could charge people for. Just seeing the smiles on the faces of those I care about, that is the true payment.” “Ashwin, you are so strange sometimes. In either case, I best go tackle my homework now, lest Kitty decides to whip me a new one.” “Very well, Kelly. I shall see you soon. May you find the eventual completion a wonderful relief!” Kelly turned to leave before gasping. She plunged her hand into the pocket of her jeans before pulling out a folded piece of paper. “I almost forgot, I made this for you during class.” Kelly handed Ashwin the paper, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. Ashwin began to unfold the paper as Kelly continued to stammer. “I know it’s not good or anything and its okay if you think it’s bad…” “Good madam, surely you jest! This is absolutely exquisite!” The unfolded paper lay in Ashwin’s palms. On it rested a poorly drawn stick figure drawing of Ashwin, Kelly and Kitty, all holding hands beneath a giant laurel wreath. “And you stated that Kitty should commission my art. This is truly stunning, a prized gem which I shall never depart with!” Kelly felt her brow scrunch up. She was glad Ashwin appreciated the gift, but she couldn’t help but to feel something hot stir within her. “Thanks. I’m going to go do my homework now. See you later.” Kelly walked out of the door, closing it as Ashwin continued to gawk over the picture. She pushed open the door to her room, closing it behind her as she stopped in the middle of the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Why…why am I so jealous?” The words left a bitter taste in her mouth. She always felt Ashwin was better than her, surpassing her at every stop. His vocabulary was rich, his art was beautiful, even the way he carried himself…and she hated him for it. She hated every ounce of Ashwin that she loved. She wanted him to go and wanted to hold him tight so he would never leave. Kelly was confused and angry; she wanted to be better than Ashwin at any cost, but didn’t want to lose her younger brother either. “Jealous about what, if I may ask?” Kelly jumped at the sound of the voice. She looked back at the door, for fear of Kitty having listened to her dark secret. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Kelly turned, horrified, to a girl roughly her age. She had long black hair that contrasted Kelly’s own short blonde hair. “Wh-who are you?!” “My name is Judy.” “How did you get in here?” “The same way as you.” Judy pointed to the door. Kelly’s gaze shifted between the door and the girl in front of her. “Kitty!” Kelly heard the sound of feet rush up the stairs mere seconds after she let out her scream. Kitty burst through the door, nearly knocking Kelly to the floor in her rush. “What’s wrong, Kelly?!” Kelly pointed at Judy, her eyes full of hate. “This girl snuck into my room and I have no idea who she is!” Kitty looked to Judy, then back to Kelly. Kelly could see the confusion wrinkled in Kitty’s face. “Kelly, is this an imaginary lassie of yours?” Kelly shook her head, grabbing Judy by the arm. She pulled her in front of her, holding her stomach in a vice grip. “Kitty, she’s right here! She’s not made up!” “Aye, you children will be children I suppose. Just be sure to wash up before dinner. And tell this Judy lassie I said the same.” Kitty petted Kelly on the head, walking out of the room. Kelly released Judy, the latter merely brushing off the sides of her shirt. “Why can’t Kitty see you?” Kelly’s fists were shaking. Judy looked over to the girl and smiled. “Kitty did see me, silly Kelly!” Judy moved closer to Kelly and wrapped her arms around the shaking girl. “Who are you?” Kelly’s face writhed in horror as Judy pressed her lips close to Kelly’s ear. “I am you, and you are me.”
I do believe you have just desecrated your pants. Threw this together. Kind of like how it looks, but the burning could be done a bit better. Tried to do some depth with the burning, not sure if worked. Anyway, CnC and all that jazz. P.S. Also need to stop using the same fractal over and over again. :I
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Poetic | ars | nova | Season no. 4 [entries are due on January 31st] Kingdom Hearts 'Sup guys? Welcome to the fourth PanS, or as I like to call it, the desert tray. see it's funny because desert is the fourth meal in a day and *shot* Anyway, because this is a KH fansite, and tomorrow will be the two year anniversary of Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep (also affectionately known as the "mindrape game" to me), I figured why not do a little poetry about our favorite game series? :B For this challenge, you must pick a character in the Kingdom Hearts universe. However, for an added little bonus, you must write the poem from their point of view. Imagine what would Xemnas write in a poem about his life, or Roxas or everyone's favorite single lady, Aqua? The poem can be of any length, but must be a series of three main questions, and said character's answers to the questions and must be three stanzas long. Each main question should be the first line in each new stanza. For those looking for an example, here is a quick piece of poop I just made. Did I mention it is poop? ;~; Other than that, she's all yours to work on. Now get those fingers tappin' and them keys TAPPED hahaha innuendos Free form is not allowed The poem must follow the Creativity Corner's rules and regulations If you wish to know the criteria used for judging, you may see it HERE You may post in this thread, but please keep it spam free. Discussion is permitted NOTES: The criteria can be found by scrolling down on the link given that directs to the Faq. Please read the criteria if you want to have a good chance of winning. All three aspects must be met at least to some degree. Good luck my children. o;
yo yo yo Happy birthday, bro. Fill it with joy and rainbows and purple, mommeh. <3
And rather than just let it rot, I have decided to spend it all on some new songs. So far have downloaded from: Lauerna Segura Of Monsters and Men haruka namakura 65daysofstatic Saycet Sadistik Birthday Massacre Looking for artists/songs with a similar sound to any of the above, and have $4 left so halp KHV. .-.
[video=vimeo;33507366]http://vimeo.com/33507366[/video] just holding back all of the feels nbd
^ Result of me waiting to go to a party. I'm not too big of a fan of it. Too much sharpening in everything, and the left side of the tag really wasn't needed imo, but it looked empty without it and I could not think of anything to fill the void. Probably going to make more things later when I get back. This time without being a circlesmudge whore. :B
[hey look brightness] All tumblr reblogs that I completely loved. also yay not that many homestuck ones EDIT: I am really iffy on the first three because brightness vfyeuwg,ef and I also dislike the mirror one now that I see how it looks outside Photoshop. The one I have the most problem with is the girl with the yellow, which was my fault for making the yellow that large/using yellow. I don't have a real problem with the last four, probably because I did not go layer crazy with them, lol. (also slightly because unf <3)
Inspired by Star's birthday and her obsession with Spongebob. First thing I have made in a while, trying to get back into it. CnC and stuff kids, and I shall be learning Photoshop moar in the mean time.
because I am too sugar high to make this at a more decent hour live it up dood <3
So, there is ~37ish hours left before I turn 18 and thus a legal adult. I need a list of all the little kid things to do before that happens halp ;____;
Write Photoshop Skyrim What should I do? ;w;
sup guys :^ Anyway, I will be gone until Friday night. I remembered grades were still a thing I should care about, and have a lot of work I need to get done before that day. As such, imposing a self exile from KHV and Voxli. If any of you want/need to talk to me, I will be on MSN and playing Skyrim when I finish my work yes. I'll see you later, kiddies. Stay fresh *brobump*
Where mai new chapter |:
[happy birthday betch c:] how old are you?
Pretty much made a bunch of Homestuck avatars. :B Credit for the stocks goes to Lexxy, kotijumi and uixela. Avatars (150x150): May add more later, will see. CnC away, kids. o:
Poetic | ars | nova | Season no. 3 [entries are due on November 28th] Re; Christmas colo-*shot* Anyway, welcome to the third PanS! Last time, we had a pretty large turnout, so I hope that we have another good one (and that you all enter the next PotS too >:L ) Moving along, your theme this time around is Re; You'll write a poem following the theme of something happening again. Another chance at life, another day to see, another failure -- basically, anything that can happen again, whether it's something you wish to, or something you do not. And to further boost up the challenge this time, the poems must be four stanzas. Each stanza must be five lines long, for a total of 20 (Twenty) lines. The words at the end of each line of poetry must follow this format: 1 indicating the word at the end of the first line 2 indicating the word at the end of the second line And so on. Other than that, she's all yours to work on. Now get those fingers tappin' and them keys TAPPED hahaha innuendos Free form is not allowed The poem must follow the Creativity Corner's rules and regulations If you wish to know the criteria used for judging, you may see it HERE You may post in this thread, but please keep it spam free. Discussion is permitted NOTES: The criteria can be found by scrolling down on the link given that directs to the Faq. Please read the criteria if you want to have a good chance of winning. All three aspects must be met at least to some degree.
there is a Puella Magi Madoka Magica film in the works. And a Steins;Gate film. my body will never be ready
Well, since Blood of the Cascade has been finished, I guess we need a sequel? So this is the sequel to that -- and will end with this story. Some of the elements I am using are based off Homestuck, Steins;Gate, and Puella Magi Madoka Magica (with an occasional reference to hipster-ish music). For those who do not know anything about those, at the end of each update I'll do a brief summary of what happened and explain things. xD Basically, all you need to know now is that the Misty traveling to the alpha timeline after the DBE is the beta!Misty, who comes from the timeline in BotC. The Alpha Timeline is the primary timeframe, and pretty much dictates the spinoff ones (also called alternate and/or beta). It is also the timeline that is completely canon, meaning it is based on KHV in its current state. As such, there will be two Mistys, one from the beta (our protagonist) and the alpha Misty (who we have not seen yet). Also, everyone is alive in the Alpha Timeline. Chevalier and Stardust are Super Mods Ty and Mixt are Reporters Claw/Jayn/Enzy/Me are Section Mods GS and Llave are Premiums and so on. I will try to keep things updated and consistent with KHV, but that might prove to be a bit impossible, so aherkherk. Other than that, I do not know how long this will be, or how long it will take to finish. BotC took about 10 months, and things are about to slow the fuck down at school for me in late January, so I may be finished in no time flat (aka a couple months). Or longer. Depends. Anyway, shutting up now and here is the Prologue. :B Spoiler: Prologue Prologue Sunlight vomited over her body. The warm rays tickled her skin, sliding up and down the length of her body. Greenery spread across the horizon, flowers reaching up to soothe the sun. Besides her, vines of grapes rose and fell into the earth, the purple and green specks of fruit resembling a wave. She could feel her insides tingle a bit as she rose to a sitting position, staring straight ahead. In the distance, she could see two large wooden doors pierce the heavens above. The girl put a hand to her air, straightening out the ruffles from her fall. She had a mission to accomplish; she knew it had arrived a little while before her, and that she needed to stop it before it spread. Catch the Rain’s dying wish was entrusted to her. The place she knew as home, now forever shunning her name, needed her. The girl rose to her feet, brushing off her jeans. A DBE threatened the balance; as an Admin, she would not let such that happen. She gulped, her feet inching her closer to the doors, to the city. It was time for Misty to return home. --- The alpha timeline wasn’t too drastically different from her native timeline. The same birds fluttered, the same trees towered above. Even the same sound of joy and happiness hung over the city. The only thing so far that was a drastic difference were the metallic warriors positioned in front of the gates, their armor almost as sharp as the spiked maces in their hands. Misty approached them, feeling herself shrink with each step forward. The eyes of the armor on the right lit up, a metallic voice spilling out of its helmet. “Welcome to KH-Vids.Net, Your Ultimate Source for Kingdom Hearts Media. Would you like to Register to become a member today?” “But I’m already—“ Misty clasped a hand around her mouth. Dammit, I almost forgot. This is a different timeline; there is going to be another Misty already here. The girl cleared her throat, the glowing red eyes of the armor locked onto her. “I mean, of course, I would love to register. I would love to use some of these high quality videos for my AMV making.” Misty had to stifle a laugh as the armor pulled out a circular disk; her making good AMVs was about as legit as knowing Nouveau Nova’s gender. A small film of light poured from the disk, scanning her up and down. It disappeared into the disk once again, only for a digital screen to appear before her. “Please fill out the required fields here.” A cyber keyboard popped to life before her. She pressed her fingers, the screen lighting up before her. Using Misty as a username would definitely be a no go. She pressed a finger to her cheek, tapping it in an effort to think. She smirked, her fingers flying over the keyboard. After a few seconds, she pressed the Enter key. The keyboard and the screen disappeared back into the disk. A CD drive opened in the armor’s chest; it placed the disk in there, closing it and processing the data. “Your email is *****mighty**@***mail.com, and your Referrer was Misty, correct?” The girl nodded, as a small plastic card ejected itself from the armor’s helmet. She took it in her hands, the armor on the left opening the double wooden doors. “Thank you, and we hope you enjoy your stay, Miss.” Misty pressed her hand into her head as she walked through the doors after the armor was out of site. “Out of all the names, I just had to…ugh, I should’ve stuck with MegaMisty.” --- The city was much different than she expected. Monorails hung over her head. The streets were wide, all encompassing; even a few cars sped by her. Mountains rested in the backdrop, hiding beneath the masks of clouds. The alpha KHV was much larger than the KHV she was from; maybe the alpha RvR wasn’t as lazy as his alternate self. He still probably takes a liking to lolis though. She chuckled as a group of people walked past her. Makaze stood in the center, Saxima’s hand wrapped in his own. Zter walked on their left, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. “Again, I still say those new mods are pointless”. “Chill out Retz. They do a pretty good job if you ask me.” Saxima looked over at him, glaring a bit. “At this rate, you two are beginning to make talking to Aqua seem quite soothing…” Makaze rubbed his temples. “Hey!” The word escaped from your mouth. They trio turned around, their eyes ogling you as if you were some freakish creature. “And what do you want?” Zter looked at her, blowing smoky circles into the air. “I was wondering, who are these new mods?” Makaze let go of Saxima’s hand, adjusting his glasses. “I’m going to assume you’re new here, and merely tell you to go read the Staff Biographies in the Rules Forum. Although, this happened nearly five months ago, so it’s inexcusable that you have no idea. But alas, what can you do about people…” He took Saxima’s hand again, the group resuming their stride off into the bowels of the city. Saxima turned around, glancing back at Misty. “The Rules Forum is on the right when you go up that street! It looks like a big library, so you can’t miss it!” She waved to the girl, and then rested her head against Makaze’s shoulder. Misty turned, running up to the street to her right. Just as Saxima said, there was a large library straight ahead. It reminded her a bit of the castle from Radiant Garden as she entered the door. “Why, hello there.” Misty had to stop herself. A boy stood in front of her. He was tall; he wore what appeared to be an Ash Ketchum cosplay, a stuffed Pikachu hanging loosely from his shoulder. He held his hand out to her. He began to speak as she shook it. “My name is Amaury. May I ask what your name is?” “Mi- I mean.” “That username sounds great, haha! Anyway, you appear to be new here. You should post a thread in the Introduction Section!” he smiled. “Thanks, but I think I may do that later.” Misty smiled back, hesitancy clawing at the corners of her mouth. To be perfectly honest, she didn’t even know how to post in the alpha KHV, let alone create a thread. “Right now I was just trying to find the Staff Biographies.” “Well you’ve come to the right place. Here, follow me.” Amaury grabbed her arm, leading her up a set of stairs. Paintings of Deathspank lined the walls, each depicting a different view of the man; in one, he wore a crown, his face smug and uninviting. In another, he held up a pitchfork, a speech bubble reading the words “VIVE LE KINGDUM HEARTS 3” bursting from his mouth. In the last one, he wore a head over his face, staring out into a blackened sky. Misty felt her legs stop moving as Amaury let go of her hand. A pedestal stood in front of the couple, an iPad and stylus sitting flat on the surface. “Here you go. This contains information on all of the Staff, both past and present. I look through it every now and then and chronicle the updates, haha! It is my goal to one day record all of KH-Vids’ history, and this is quite an excellent place to start.” He handed the girl the stylus, motioning with his hand for her to step up. Misty moved up to the iPad, hitting the “Current Staff” selection. Her mouth dropped with surprise when she saw the results. “Chevalier and Stardust, Super Moderators. Clawtooth, Jayn, Ienzo and Plums…Sectional Moderators?!” She could hear Amaury guffaw behind her, his laughter rebounding across the room. “The last four have been Sectional Moderators for a few months now. As for Chevalier and Stardust, they have been Super Moderators for an even longer amount of time; I believe since the middle of March. You almost sound surprised, haha.” Misty looked at the records. Her face was pale, yet the smile spreading across her face was warm. “Yeah, I guess you can say that.” --- A boy was running. He couldn’t feel the vinyl carpet beneath his feet; it was almost as if he were flying above it. A meeting had been called earlier, and he did not want to miss it. His open red zip-up hoodie flowed in the wind, the black shirt beneath it clinging to his person. A door came into sight, a stain glass imprint of Makise Kurisu lining the window. He sighed, too caught up in his stride to facepalm at the site. He pushed open the door with his left hand. A round table sat in the center of it all, fifteen chairs scattered around the perimeter. The boy took the remaining seat, sitting between a boy with a long pony tail and a girl whose hair was tied in a bob. “Nice of you to join us, Plums”. The man at the front of the table looked at him, his eyes darker than soot. “Sorry about that everyone, I got a bit busy helping Loxare with her story.” “It’s fine, Plums. No need to worry, lol.” A girl with a bandana over her head looked over to him, her Monkey Island shirt a pain on his eyes. “Anyway, what’s the sitch, RvR?” A boy to the right of the girl looked at the man, a hat with an image of a taco sitting idly upon his head. “Chev, first of all I never want you to say that ever again. Secondly, I want you all to be on your guard. Apparently, there’s been some…incidents happening around the city.” “What kind of ‘incidents’?” A girl sitting next to the boy with the ponytail looked up, her clawed fingernails tapping against the table. “Most of them have just been members getting riled up, mild damage to our Forum Modifiers, and some increased bot activity. However, I don’t think these are necessarily a bunch of freak accidents. I think something else is going on in the works here, something that I have a bad feeling about.” “Do you know what’s causing it?” “Not yet. That’s why I’m asking you guys to stay on guard. Chev, Wolfie and Star, you guys keep a check on the members. Sabby, Fork, Jayn, Claw, Enzy, Plums, Mixt, Mike and Ty, I want you to keep a closer eye on your sections.” “What about me?” A black haired girl next to RvR spoke up. “Misty, you, me and Tie are going to be checking over the Forum Modifiers. Make sure they’re doing their job. Also,” RvR leaned next to her, whispering in her ear. “I need to talk with you outside really quick. I don’t want the others to know about this yet.” She nodded. The pair stood up and walked out of the door. “I’m not sure how it’s possible, but the Registration Modifiers alerted me to someone with a similar IP structure to you registering today.” “What? How’s that possible?” “I’m not sure. But they may be the one causing it. There might be even more of them. Make sure you keep your guard up especially well.” “Do you know their username?” “Yeah, it’s.” Misty’s gaze shifted over to the city, the buildings before her eyes standing beautifully in the sunlight. “got it.”
