[Saikiyo]

this man made monZter seems more like a sack filled with sand then an egg....

growth tracker:
the seam has begun to rip open
the egg is very ripped and sand is pouring out

your egg has hatched into a strange doll. it has no legs, but has a long tail and thick arms. it has no eyes, but a mouth in it abdomen and a two pins sticking from it's sides


your name: Seasonstar
gender: Male
name: Caleb
species name: Sacco di uomo-fare
favourite game: Checkers
favourite food: Lasagna
personality: A queer little creature who loves to sulk around the house looking for dark hiding places. It loves to burrow in potted plants and tries to often get outside. It tries to burrow into everything it touches.

[KiraWolf]

In a lab, 29 scientists figured out how to create theoretical eggs. They started by mixing baby powder with hydrogen peroxide, then adding rubber cement. The eggs were not living, and couldn't hatch, but then scientist 4 started experimenting a little too far. He mixed up the solution, putting in bacteria and gun powder, and then stitched it together in half so the creature inside could get out easily. The egg rests in the sun, waiting to hatch.

[Amazonboy]

how much time do we have?

[Saikiyo]

a day or so

[Lazuli Phoenix]

In a pine froest in the woods a little girl was sewing. She didn't know what to make, so she started knitting socks. But soon after she didn't know what to do. Maybe I need some fresh air. she though to herself. She opened a window, in which moonlight flooded her room.The little girl wanted to sew again. So she looked through her things to find some ingrediants. She opened a large container filled with sandy acid. She found a medium sized cloth. She poured the sandy acid into the cloth, with gloves, and stitched it up. The little girl hated how it turned out to be egg shaped. So she decided to throw it out of the open window. But before she did that, she poured a potion on it and threw it out. The egg landed in soft grass outside her house. The moonligt touched the egg and for some reason, came to life. The egg's acid potion wore off, so it isn't poisonous anymore. But it is still alive. To this day it dreams to be nursed and cared for.

[Amazonboy]

There oncee lived an amazingly great scientist who spent most of his life making machines to help others make their life better. He was livig the life unil one day he messed up, you see his dog died and he wanted to try to bring her back to life. This scientist created a machine that supposedly could bring animals back to life, and it failed after all the bragging he did about it. The scientist was shunned and laughed at out of society. He spent all his money on creating a machine to bring thins bac to life. He sold his, house, his companie, everything, just to pove himself. After 30 years of finally trying he made it but had nothing to test it on. With what he found in the garbege he hd sewn a sack and sand creature and but it in a sack egg. his life was ebbing away he found a outdoor plug and plugged the machine in. The used-to-be scientist put the sack eg into position, and with the last-breath of his life he pushed the button.

(may add more detail later)

[Friday_the_13th]

Some scientists gathered around a table, exclaiming in disappointment and disgust. Chemicals and other items lay strewn around a table. Other scientists were scattered here and there around the lab, and were furiously taking notes or doing other experiments. All of the scientists had one goal, to create a golem type creature, and all of them were failing miserably, except for Scientist #13. Scientist #13 was the smartest, brightest, and most determined of the bunch, but he was the "insane" one as well. Most if not all of the others steered clear of him, and he was only out of the mental hospital for his scientific discoveries. There used to be 20 scientists, but now there were only 19. Because of him.

His table was set far away from others, and the other scientists never knew [and never wanted to know] what happened at his dark little corner, lit by nothing but glowing worms that he created himself. It was dark and damp, and fungus and bacteria thrived in his sanctum.

Suddenly, he laughed maniacally, and held up a small brownish sack full of sand with a slit down the middle in triumph, and for the first time in years, he ventured toward the others. Fearful, the other scientists backed away slowly until they gathered at the end of the room, ready to bolt out the door, and lock it behind them for that matter. They all shivered in fright as he crept closer and closer...

With a creepy smile, Scientist #13 whispered "Boo!" and the other scientists dropped everything and ran. The door shut with a bang as the last one to leave slammed it in a hurry, and nearly catching his lab coat in the door as he did it. Scientist #13 nodded in contentment, happy that he was finally alone. This was his project, and only his.

He ambled back to his corner, checking on the wiggling bacteria filling the little tray. They were creating special fluid, dead, poisonious fluid for his creature. Smiling, he laughed inwardly at the other "stupid" scientists that they didn't realize that a living thing is "alive." Unless it was already dead. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he would finally be recognized for something big, something great. Not a cure for this, or a cure for that. He would never be that "mad" scientist ever again. No, he was finding something HUGE.

5 months later

The other scientists still hadn't come back, and Scientist #13 had 5 months worth of work fly by him. His little creature was now ready, and he was stitching the last few stitches on it's little egg shell. His hand quivered with excitement, and in this moment, his needle slipped, producing a drop of blood that fell into the sack right before he closed it shut.

1 week later

The egg had been sitting in the damp corner for a week now, and was finally ready to hatch. With an x-ray screen, an invention made by himself, he scanned the egg and watched as the little creature inside pulsed with life. It was ready to hatch, and they both knew it.

The next day

In his haste and excitement, when Scientist #13 came in the next morning, he forgot to slam shut the door, and it was now open a crack, spilling light into the now dimly lit lab room. He strode confidently toward his corner only to find the egg shell ripped to pieces [*]. Swinging his head wildly around, he searched frantically for his creature, his one of a kind prize possession. Unknown to him, the little monster was watching him from the ceiling, and when it pounced, the scientist didn't even have the chance to make a sound before he hit the floor dead. His blood had given it life and hunger, and now his flesh was going to give him vicious savagery.

After finishing its first meal, it loped toward to door, the only light source since the worms died long ago. Similar smells to his now dead master filled the room, and with a torrent of curiosity, it swung open the door and strode out into the human world.

Dun DUN DUUUUUNNNNNNN...

[Sorry, had to have that.]
[Also sorry for the extremely long story. My imagination got carried away..]
[Another thing: Was it okay that I had the monster already hatch? I hope so, I don't know how to change my story if it's not okay...]

Good luck to everyone!

~Friday_the_13th





[*] - Hopefully it'll have claws. If not, oh well, the egg was still "ripped" in my imagination.

[Lazuli Phoenix]

I bet Friday_the_13th will win. ^^ Her story is fanatastic! XD

[Tesalong]

Scientist B17 stepped away from the table, disgust and terror showing plain on his face. "What have we done?" He muttered as the others turned to look at him in mild suprise.

"It's too late to regret it, if we try to destroy it the... Thing will only get stronger." Scientist 93Z said without any emotion playing on his face. "If you had a problem with the creature then you should have said so sooner." He added.

"N-No sir. I-"

"We understand B17, you aren't stable enough to take this job. Gaurds!" He called and what seemed like a second later the 'gaurds' arrived. They were robots, made specificly for this group, for this room, for a situation like this so that they wouldn't have any pity for people like poor B17.

One of the three gaurds moved forward, "Gaurd #19302194 ready for your command." The robotic voice said. It's camra eyes sweeped across the room, recording everything for future use.

"Scientist B17 is unable to continue, erase his memory." Scientist 93Z demanded, pushing B17 closer and closer to the robots that he himself created. And that gave him an advantage.

"Initate sequence 29201058302!" B17 yelled before the robots could inch towards him. Suddenly the three gaurds twitched and before anyone could react they had everyone in the room, except B17, surrounded. He rushed forward and grabbed the egg, ignoring the ear-splitting alarms that started to go off. He sprinted out the door and into the hallways where the gaurds were waiting but all he had to do was call out the command and they were on his side.

He opened the double doors, out into the cool nights breeze. He stared at the egg in his hand and knew what he was going to do with it. He jogged towards and old abandoned factory and broke the rusty locks that held the door closed. He placed the thing in the middle of the room, oblivious to the fact that someone lived in the same factory and would stumble across it the next day.

Alice hid behind one of the old machines and listened to the footsteps of someone coming into her home. She waited until long after the footsteps were gone before squeezeing out of her hiding spot and walked around, wondering why he had come. Mabye he's one of those people who will tear this place down. A voice inside her head said with worry.

Suddenly her foot caught on something in a oval shape and she tripped. She fell to the ground with a thud before she slowly stood up, wondering what had dared to trip her. She stared in suprise at the egg, it looked like it was made from some cloth, but that couldn't be becuase she could see something move inside of it.

"What the heck are you?" She said quietly, stepping closer to the stitched up egg. "Whatever you are I'm going to take care of you until you hatch. No child should ever be left alone and abandoned like I was..." The little girl wispered, smiling as the thing moved again from the inside of its strange egg. "We're going to be just fine together." If she had known what was inside the story might have been much diffrent and many people might have been saved.

[Season of the Star]

*12 years ago*
A man stood in a shadowy forest. A cloak hid his face, but a pale hand was outstretched to hold a wicked, curved cane out of the cloak. The only light was coming from the cane itself, casting an evil blue light around him. Mist seemed to swirl around him, hiding him from further inspection.

The man turned his head at the sound of footsteps echoing in the pine needles that lay thickly on the ground. A small lamp soon was visible, the flame within it casting flickering light on the gnarled trunks of the trees around them. A hunched old man limped out of the shadows, holding the lamp. A gash in his leg bled freely, giving the man the impression he had gotten into some trouble along the way. He had barely any hair, but that of which he had was white, almost invisible from the years of alchemy.

"You're late." The man said in a deep voice.
"My apologies, Zarchram," The old man bowed a couple of times.
"Stop your fooleries." Zarchram ordered, glaring at the man, "and dim the light, no-put it out. I can't stand the light."
"Again, I apologize-" The man started again.
"Stop it! Now, do have the item I sent for?" Zarchram was growing impatient.
"Yes, yes, it here." The old man started digging in a worn brown bag at his side.
"Hurry it up, Ruckhold!" Zarchram bellowed.
"Yes, yes, I apo- I mean here it is. Now, where's my payment?" Ruckhold extended his hand greedily for his gold.
"The item, please." Zarchram growled, extending his own hand.
"Here." Ruckhold snapped, throwing out a small bag of glittering pale sand, "now where's my payment?"
"Here's your payment, old man." Zarchram said as he hid the bag of sand in his cloak. He brought out a sharp dagger instead of the twenty gold he had promised. He raised it and stabbed the old man in the leg twice.
"I'll leave you for the vultures." He said and walked away, the light in his cane went out and he was swallowed by the mist and shadows.

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He finally had it- the last ingredient for the MonZter he planned to raise as his own weapon of demise. Despair would be the song sung in every city, and they will be chanting a new name.

There was only one problem; how to find the spell to bind and raise it. He had everything, yes, but the spell had been lost for ages. many had believed it a myth told to everyone in the Θα προκειμένου. The order of greedy, hated men who would love to get their hands on power. It was no myth, though. Only one person had it- and he was in his tomb.

That was his next destination. The crypt of Shrane, the sorceress that excelled in the dark arts even more so than Morgana. Shrane was the only wielder of the spell used to bring an inanimate object to life in the raiser's most desired dreams. They become loyal to their masters.

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Jake bobbed his head slightly as he leaned against the brick wall of Eighteenth street as he listened to his Ipod nano. The band was some crazy rock band that his friend had given him. He didn't love it, but it was okay.

Suddenly a girl about his age tripped on a cloak she wore, horror evident on her face. She glanced behind her and scrambled up. She crossed the street in front of him. By this time Jake was watching intently, his Ipod was stuffed in his pocket and he was watching her. Right when she crossed the street something made her stop and gasp. She grabbed Jake's arms to steady herself. Only then did Jake see the knife in her back. He glanced up, but she pulled him down again.
"Please-take-this-" She tried in a thick accent. She stuffed a roll of worn, yellowed paper in his sleeve. along with a small pouch of sand. Blood bubbled from her mouth before she dropped. Just like that she was gone in a cloud of dust, leaving nothing.

Jake looked frantically around, seeing a man in a cloak run in the direction the woman would have ran. He disappeared in a crowd of people and Jake turned. He started jogging back home to his apartment.

When he arrived at his apartment he took out the parchment and bag. He read the words on it.

"Συνθήκες διαβίωσης αντικείμενο

λαμβάνει από εσάς ζωής από σκόνη
της προέλευσης όλων
από τη σκόνη από μια alchemist τον σφυρηλατήσουμε
λαμβάνει τη ζωή σας και να ζήσουν
μια αυγού πρέπει να αρχίσει σας ταξίδι της αξίας
μιας ζωής της ειλωτεία και πίστης" He read as his mother came in, drying her hands on a dish towel.
"When did you start learning Greek?" She asked, sitting on the couch besides him. He didn't know what to say
"Here, you said it wrong. Read it down to up." She said. He read it again.
"Good." She said, leaving the room. Suddenly something happened. The bag of sand started to glow faintly and it spilled over the table.
"Oh no, mom's going to kill-" Jake stopped as he noticed what was happening. The sand gathered itself up into the bag and suddenly it stitched itself up.'
"It-it looks like an egg." Jake said. He was truly befuddled.