Megaversal Remix

Marrowlight · Last edited by Marrowlight on Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:06 am; edited 1 time in total

For these initial few posts, I want you to build your own scene. You are awaking inside your home, or wherever you crashed the night before. For the Nightspawn in the game, you'll be awaking to a transformers body. The same goes for the Werebeasts, though I leave you the option of waking up in full on animal mode, or in Were mode.

Keep in mind, except for a couple of you, I've never even been to your state, let alone your city or home. So for these early posts, you're going to have to put in a lot of descriptors for me.

And...go!

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 2:24 am Post subject:

Johnny Cash clicks on in the background, though I'm already awake by the time I hear the CD begin to spin as usual. Not so usual though, is when I reach over my head to hit the OFF button, I become unbalanced and fall from the back of my recliner...that I was apparently perched on!

As I land hard, twisting a muscle in my back I hear a growl and my thought immediately goes to the fact that I just crushed my dog. As the fog of sleep quickly fades, I remember though that she's outside and that the growl came from me! I turn over and groan/growl as taloned fingers rip through my wood flooring, and I struggle to pull myself free as I feel "stuck". With a final tug though I lurch to my feet pulling pieces of the floor with me. I look down at my nakedness, startled to see that my chest hair has blossomed, growing into a thick pelt of fur and feathers. My hands are likewise covered though along the back of my hands sprout gleaming spikes and my fingers to talons.

"Wha????"

I move unconsciously, stretching my the muscle in my back and for a moment am unaware of the feathered wing spreading over me. The sharp crack of the spinning ceiling fan though, quickly brings this to my attention.

"WHA??? WHAT. THE. FUCK???!?!"

Eventually I move to the bathroom, scaring the piss out of my roommates cat in the process, of course a loud fart sends the cats into convulsions and the fact that I have more pressing matters, means I miss its hissy fit.

Finally I flip the switch to the bathroom light, already dreading the hulking figure I can see out of the corner of my eye in the mirror, I turn come face to face with my image.

I'm not sure what time it is, the lights on, though it is drowned out by the sun light streaming through the window, I faintly notice that Johnny isn't singing anymore, so the CD has stopped. I pick myself from the bathtub where apparently I landed, while poking fun at myself for fainting. Never done that before, but today seems a day of firsts.

I manage not to freak at the sight staring back at me from the mirror. Expecting it, I don't faint away this time, but still I jump a little...man I'm a freak and hot, like on fire hot, this fur and feather is like a blanket...on fire...while the sun is going supernova.

I fumble with the faucet trying to splash a little water on my face...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THE FUCKING SPIKES!!!!!!!

Though the pain is intense, it is mercifully brief and I become amazed at the speed at which the pricks heal.

"Well, now I know what the platypus feels like, I hope your laughing."

Well, I'm a monster, kind of always thought I'd be an Angel, guess God has other plans.

For a moment I ponder my existence before becoming enraptured with my reflection in the mirror.

"PRETTY BIRD! PRETTY BIRD!" I chirp, which has a strange throaty growl to it, the absurdity of it all snaps me back from my revelrie. Guess the mirror is a bird thing.

I carefully run my hands through my...mane...fur...whatever, careful to avoid the steel blades that hide just below the hair on my scalp. Well I guess I should call into work, they're probably wondering where the hell I am.

One quick call later, I manage to pull of a pretty convincing "sick worker" voice on the answering machine and sit down at the computer to figure out what the hell is going on, first I have to keep my damn wings from getting pulverized by the fans that are whirring at top speed to cool me off, need to work on the panting thing.
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Marrowlight · Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:09 am Post subject:

Once logged on to the internet, what specifically do you do?

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:32 pm Post subject:

I believe this boards was still pretty new at around the Open House, so I go to Sound Off and post

So...This Morning

Ever got out of bed different than when you went to sleep?

and whilst waiting for replies to my line, I pace back and forth in front of my picture window, starring at the birdies in the trees outside, and eventually slide a bowl of food outside for Sandy, making sure not to expose myself to the outside world.
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Marrowlight · Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 1:42 am Post subject:

Shady makes a crack about getting out of a different bed than the one he went to sleep in, and thirty posts of joking and flaming quickly pile upon it.

No one seems to immediately be reacting to your actual question, but you do notice your thread has gotten a lot of views. Hundreds more views than other threads of similar size.

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:17 am Post subject:

a little exasberated (sp?) I google, Dog Headed Armored Bird Thingy and am still surprised that porn is the first link...
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Marrowlight · Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:23 am Post subject:

Most of the others seem to be bizarre photoshop mash ups, or images of Aztec gods.

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:49 am Post subject:

well I am the Prince of the Mexican people...close enough...then I wonder if this is how it started with my father...

quickly shaking such thoughts from my head, cabin fever begins to set in, bizarrly, and as if I can't help it, I walk to the door to my carport and then make a quick dash to my backyard, hoping no one is around to see me, not that they really could with the fence blocking off the carport and the jungle that is my backyard.

I walk off the deck and step onto the grass, startling a few squirrels and perhaps the panda in my bamboo forest (ok I don't really have a panda, but I do have a small jungle of bamboo next to a small backyard pond) The neighbors dog goes crazy barking at me until I turn to face him and tell him to be quiet, and he does, almost startling so, he sits at attention, looking towards me, but not starring.

"Well, makes sense with the dog head and all." I think, self-consciously bringing a hand to my snout to stroke it. Ohhh, sofffftttttt.

Otherwise, I stretch my new wings, flex my talons and am surprised by the ease at which I move now, each footstep sure and strong.

After an hour or so of playing in the sun, even giving a few attempts at drunke baby bird flying, at which point I also begin to more fully discover my startling regenerative abilities, I return inside, checking my Sound Off thread as well as giving some serious thought as to who I should call about this.
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Marrowlight · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:03 pm Post subject:

When you return, you notice you have a private message from Misfit, asking if everything is ok.

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:34 pm Post subject:

I respond to Misfit:

Hmmmm, I'm going to say no, definitely not, and I don't mean in the "oh woe is me, I'm going to cut myself because I'm so dark and tortured" way.

You remember some of those "rag-mag" posts about "monsters" and what not? Well I think they may have been more than just random bullshit articles.
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Marrowlight · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:37 pm Post subject:

"Oh c'mon, I've got the degree in religious studies and even I find it hard to listen to that stuff. It's never from any of the mainstream rags, and when World News Now won't print your story, that's a bad sign for its believability. What'd you see, anyway?"

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:42 pm Post subject:

Like a Hound Archon and a Solar got freaky with a blender. Basically the resulting love child. Or if you are unfamiliar with DnD monsters, a dog headed angel thing wearing piecemail spiked armor, covered in furs and feathers.

and for the record, I neither drink nor do drugs of ANY type, and I'm pretty damned sure I didn't dream it.
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Marrowlight · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:45 pm Post subject:

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:49 pm Post subject:

WE SHALL NOT SPEAK OF THAT

seriously though, trust me, no costume.

At about this time as well, I open a similar thread on this board.

As well as trying to call my roommate Jessica
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Marrowlight · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:51 pm Post subject:

Where are you calling her at?

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:52 pm Post subject:

((her cellphone, she'd be at work at the pharmacy))
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Marrowlight · Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:56 pm Post subject:

It goes to voicemail, perhaps she's busy with a customer.

Natasha · Morlock Joined: 22 Jul 2009 Posts: 223

If Gil checks Sound Off he finds a reply to his post in public, but nothing in PM:

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:41 am Post subject:

Replied in SO;

(after a few So's Your Facings, to various posters on the thread)

Okay so in honor of the 9th Anniversary of Dark Day, what would you do if someone you knew or even perhaps yourself, woke up and was the things we all laugh at when we are waiting in line at the grocery store on one of those trash-mags?

If it was you, who would you tell?

If it was someone you knew, how would you take them telling you?
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Natasha · Morlock Joined: 22 Jul 2009 Posts: 223

Sonya's reply to the sosyourfacist. ((we can keep this here if you want, I read all the threads...))

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:12 am Post subject:

((works for me))

SO reply;

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 3:54 am Post subject:

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:13 pm Post subject:

Well I guess we've danced around this enough

Reply:
To quote the great thespian of our time; Ving Raimes "No, I'm pretty fucking far from okay."

No easy way to say, er type this, so...I'm a fucking monster. No not like a rapist or murder, like saturday morning cartoon villain, D-Bee, Monster Manuel monster. And I'm sort of freaking out.

So there it is...

after hitting reply, I admittedly regret it, wishing I could take it back, but at the same time feeling somewhat relieved to have gotten it out there, away from just me, to share and to tell.

Then I make an omelette.
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Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 1:38 am Post subject:

Since it's a private message, technically you can take it back. Cool

If you don't, however, Misfit reads the pm, but makes no immediate response.

cyber-yukongil v2.5 · Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:22 am Post subject: