by frostt. » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:01 pm
Ideas Ideas Ideas c:
Username: FrostDragon636
Name: Elkcip (Hehe...it's a word backwards) "El-kip"
Gender: Male
Dream: "My dream? Do I really have to talk about it.....fine; but only because you asked so nicely." Elk always dreams of being a pickle, yes a pickle. "It's more terrifying than it sounds you know!" He has never know why, considering that he doesn't even really like pickles....or so he says. "Hey! I don't like them....that much..." It always starts out where he wakes up, inside a jar...."Just let me tell it please." Alright then Mr. Smartypants, tell us all about your "special" dream. "Thank you, now lets start from the beginning. It was about a week ago, I had been hanging out with some friends and all of a sudden something slammed into the back of my head. It hurt like mad, I whirled around to tackle my friend and found that he was no where to be seen. For a matter of fact, there was nothing anywhere....no trees, no rivers, nothing...except me; and a...pickle. I bend down and sniffed the pickle, it smelled rancid and nothing like a pickle, but it looked fresh and crunchy. Being unable to help myself, I took a huge bite then everything went dark...." Oh sure it did, you took a bit of a pickle; what's the worse that could happen! "Shhhh! I'm not done telling the story....where was I? Oh yes, I awoke who knows how much later in a very dim room; I could barely see the stone walls around me. How did I know they were stone? Well it was icy cold in there and nothing holds cold like stone. I stood up, oddly enough I hadn't noticed that I was laying on the floor until an icy chill crawled up my legs; shaking. I began to walk around....carefully sliding my tail along the walls, this place was clearly sealed; without a door in sight. All of a sudden, water gushed in from all sides...no not water...pickle juice?! Sucking in a huge breath, my head went under and my eyes burned from the acid in the juice....trying hard to keep my mouth shut, I scanned the room...it was even darker now. Slamming into the wall, I could feel it beginning to shatter, this wasn't stone; but it was glass! It all made sense now....pickle juice...glass....I was in a pickle jar! A pickle jar?
"My eyes were now searing with pain, I moved back and slammed at the wall again. It broke into millions of pieces and I came flooding out..." WIP!
Extra: I'll do some art :3