[Novi]

Username: [Boo]
Name: Ashe Thompson.
Gender: Genderfluid; DFAB.
Story: [word limit: 2500 words]

major reserve eue

[broodingtulip]

reserve for when i have the time <3

[pep]

username: pep, the owner of one psuedo named elodie
name: wip, i will be connecting her name to the story
gender: female, preferring female pronouns
story:
• radiant, known as a princess of an icey world
• grows pallid one day, losing all color in her body
• she sets off on a quest to find the one who stole her color
• ends up becoming possessed by an ice nymph
• develops strange icy powers and cannot leave icy land

[coradrawa]

Username: Coradrawa
Name: Ink
Gender: Female
Story:
A storm rattled the windows of a old looking house. The house was covered in over-grown plants, brinks falling, tiles slipping off the roof and the old, oak door hand loosely on it's hinges. Inside a female Pseudodragon lay. Her breathing shallow as her eyes swept over faded parchment by her feet.
The female coughed as she then took out a bottle of ink and a quill from her bag. " This is the only place...I can write... " she said sadly to herself.
The female then dipped the quill into the ink and began to write on the parchment.
" Once upon a time, there was a beautiful forest. This forest was cared for by the villages that surrounded it but the queen who ruled the land, disliked the forest very much.
So one day, the queen ordered her army to set off to the forest and destroy it. The army had no choice but to obey their leader.
The villages that surrounded the forest were devastated as the army arrived and began hacking the trees down. The villagers then went to the castle to plead and beg for the queen to stop. But she did not.
Soon the whole of the forest was destroyed apart from one tree. This tree the villagers surrounded, bearing pitchforks and other weapons they could find. They were going to defend the last tree at all cost. "
The Pseudodragon stopped writing to look at the paper. Now the decision came. Would the villagers succeed in defending the tree? And become monsters of slaughter?
Or will they fail...? And the tree destroyed...?
The female shut her eyes before re-opening them and folding the parchment up. Maybe she would leave that decision for someone else. To her, either way meant lives were taken. The army killing the villagers to carry out orders. The villagers killing the army to defend a tree.
The female began to think as she stared out of a grimy window.

Which choice would others make?

(This story is based off decision making, which ending would you chose?)

[SkySmoke]

Marking

[The One & Only Vapor]

Username: the one & only vapor
Name:
Gender: male
Story: [word limit: 2500 words]

res ouo

[Sky Rabbit]

probably going to enter!! <3 reserve

[greye]

markmarkmark

[Citric]

✝ U S E R N A M E: Citric

✝ N A M E: Alastor

✝ G E N D E R: Male

✝ S T O R Y: Alastor shivered. The chill was creeping into his bones again. WIP

[saarebas.]

766/2500

The Nothingness, an Extract from: User's guide to successfully traversing the Zones.

“The Nothingness, a vast landscape that stretches on and on, consisting of flat, smooth,
and quite wholesome emptiness, often smothered in thick, suffocating smog. When
traversing this Zone (if it may be classed as such) you are reminded not to linger and
to move on to your desired destination less the traveller risk the notion of suffering the
side effects. Of which include; nausea, headaches, soreness of the eyes, paling of the
skin, person(s) becoming skittish in nature, black smoke oozing from all facial orifices
(visitors are reminded to seek medical help within Zone 2 if event occurs, as next stage

results in cranial implosion) and complete and utter insanity.”
–
Footsteps were nearly impossibly hard to conjure and were almost constantly
accompanied by a hollow cough and an irritated grumble. Such was traversing the
Nothingness. It would be cutting the Zone far too much slack to simply comment that
the Batter disliked the area, rather he loathed it. He loathed the empty, greyness with
every fibre of his holy, phantasmal being.

Yet as the pure man trudged through the thickening, wispy grey ground, his feet sucking
into the emptiness as he traversed the area, he felt that loathed was an unsatisfactory
understatement. So it was with a tap of his bat to the spongy floor and a dissatisfied
grumble that the Batter decided that once he had finalised his holy quest, he would
bring an end to this rotten zone.

The spiritual being glanced with a red eye towards his add-ons, one of the holy white rings- Omega, was battle damaged and dull compared to their other far more sprightly counterparts. He loathed everything of this zone indeed; the spectres and their unusual ability to always target his weakest add-on, the impossible to traverse ground, the black smog that was no doubt tainting the pure man (he tried not to gag at the suggestion of such a thing.) Of all these things however, the Batter found he disliked Competence the most.
Competence was a creature he had encountered in his early days of wandering these lands, when he could not tell the first black flower that indicated Zone 3 from the arguably smaller flower that referred to Zone 0.

Despite his disliking of said creature (whether spectre or living being, the Batter; his keen sense and all, could not identify.) he had some small form of admiration for the animal, it reminded him of an Elsen in some ways. The ways in which the small creature held it's self, with uncomfortably skittish mannerisms, almost as if if it could voice it's thoughts, it would be pleading for sugar and fretting over dirt in it's claws. The notion almost twitched the man's lips into a smirk. Almost.

However, the Batter was a regal man with expectations to uphold, and he would not crack a smile at something as trivial as the small creature staining it's teeth black with sugar. Although he did admit that the black would go well with the black substance that stained all creatures that spent their time too freely in the abyss that was Nothing and yet something in it's self.

A heavy hack from his left, from a distance that could never be recognised, it could be three miles, it could be from right under his feet and the Batter would never know until the reptile revealed it's self to him. The creature tended to do such a thing, stalk it's prey silently, other than their hollow cough and sickening chuckle like sounds.

The man would not admit that Competence scared him, for they were nothing to fear to a man that was feared by the world. Yet as the small creature emerged from the thick hazy environment, almost as if summoned by his thoughts, he knew he had a shred of respect for the animal, if that what the creature was classed as.

So it was with a cough and a heavy grumble that the Batter gave a hum and with no regard for the animal at his feet, eyeing his Add-Ons with slight distaste. He continued towards the entrance to The Room, his bat resting firmly on his shoulder and Competence trotting at his feet, the holy man felt he must have made quite a sight for any Elsen that were to see the fivesome in passing. What with the small creature eyeing him fiercely from his ankles, muscles taut as if ready to pounce on the man or his companions. An interesting sight indeed he confirmed.