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@Textualfish: I shouldn’t post at night anymore.
I don’t remember writing this
Now I’m stuck imagining seeing this thing rounding my street corner on its head, leaving a trail of blood in its wake while I’m taking out the trash or something. Watching the soundless silhouette drag its way across the sidewalk across the street. It crosses under the murky orange light from a nearby street lamp and absorbs all the light that touches it. I put down the trash can, but am frozen by a strange curiosity. I’m unsure whether to be terrified or welcoming. It makes its way closer, house by house until it is directly across the street from me.
It halts without any deceleration, and stays impossibly still. I stare at it for a few minutes, wondering what it might do next- and what IT might be. Something in the back of my mind is telling me to go inside, but the unshakable curiosity holds me steady. It slowly turns to face me, and my curiosity melts to dread. It begins slipping down the neighbor’s driveway much faster than it was moving before. I begin to backpedal, but with each of my steps, it speeds up. Unintelligible whispers begin echoing through my head. It crosses the length of the street in just over a second, and begins up my driveway. The whispers grow louder and swallows out the sound of the buzzing of the cheap bulb screwed into the lamp post and the chirping of the crickets singing to each other. Time begins to slow and each footfall causes a great amount of fatigue. The silhouette slides the distance of my SUV in under a second. I now cannot move, as if I’m being held in place. The whispers begin to drown out my thoughts, and my mind begins to slip. I begin to understand. It halts inches from my face. It smells of rain- no, a storm. It smells of the early breezes of a catastrophic hurricane. The summer heat seeps away and is replaced by a fresh spring breeze. I have a deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, clenching in panic.
But the whispers finally begin to make sense. It wants me. And I want it to have me. This is no beast; it is a visitor. It... loves me, in a way- in a way that I have never been loved before. The whispers cease mid-syllable, and one speaking voice pierces though the new silence. It has no gender, it has no tone- it is a sensical jumble of noises. Our own secret language.
“Good. Let’s begin.”

We both instantaneously phase from existence and go where no living human will ever find us- where it can experiment endlessly.

But... you know... I don’t live in Mosscreek so I’m fine, right?

@XenoSynthetic: am I the only one who read that Moon Shaun Ted?
Long story short
I’m going to have to put the story on pause right now. I’m taking some really strong opioids for torn tendons in my knees so my writing might not be the most... coherent right now. Sorry.
@CAMMAX008: I’m going to edit some of the latter paragraphs because, not going to lie, it’s pretty rough. Might be a bit before I actually add new stuff. I’m going to fix (some of) what I have first.
@CAMMAX008: I just deleted it because I was working on a few other projects and ran out of room on my google drive. I was also pretty burnt out on that particular story after working on it for around 5 months. Now that I’ve had a break, I might bring it back and start working on the end :)
They now have a mini boss in the new event that’s a servitor that when killed, turns into a bunch of mini servitors.

They made our wishes come true.
@Rjcmanus (New hunter vanguard): Orange_Juice04: *sitting across from arcstrider* Youre going to... what?Throw the flaming stick with a half charred marshmallow up there? What you’ve got to do... is get the marshmallow just melted enough to be soft in the center, but stay together...
*trails off thinking about how to best roast a marshmallow*
Same here :)
@Arcstrider Exo: I was looking through fanart, and the first one I saw that caught my eye on google images (basically the first thing that wasn’t porn) was the page with Watermelon getting resurrected.
And here we are now. Toast to 79 pages, and whatever’s to come.
@Rjcmanus (New hunter vanguard): sure, but I never got a request. I have a new username (for a clan on rainbow 6 siege). I’ll send a request for you. If you receive a friend request from a strange hooded figure, accept it.
@Rjcmanus (New hunter vanguard): and that’s... what hammerhead is for.
@Rjcmanus (New hunter vanguard):
Well, at least you’re not spamming the CAR and Smart Pistol.
@Arcstrider Exo: The Huckleberry with its catalyst will forever be far superior in every situation compared to every other weapon.
(Taken thrall are now my favorite enemy to kill.)
They’re bringing back the Outbreak Prime. What do you guys think about it?
@Thegamingowl: that’s really good.
I just realized a Gameranx video referenced you. That’s pretty cool.
@Rjcmanus (New hunter vanguard): so am I!
But I guess this is what I signed up for- all advanced placement. So I guess it is sorta my fault.