[SilverSamurai]

Ownership change April 13th, 2018

Owner;; memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=585293
Name: Tadala
Gender: male

Username;; Legendari
Name;; Keiran
Gender;; Male

This lil cutie will be a Psuedo-FCFC, meaning it will end on the first post of page 2! (yes, the first post will be counted, but not the second.). The competition will end 24 hours after the first post on the second page is made! I'll post a warning if I can catch it! But anyway, just fill in the form and good luck! No extras or prettying up! Quality over quantity!

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[epilogue]

Username;; Pastel Gore
Name;; Archie
Gender;; Male
Story;; Softly I slid the cookies into the already warmed oven. I must have fallen asleep for a while because I was awoken by the smell of burning food. I quickly realized it was the cookies and I ran over to the oven. I dug out the cookies with gloves on and sighed. "Again?"

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Username;;viixen
Name;;Cyro
Gender;;Male
Story;; Cyro woke up in a confusion,looking around sleepily.The room he was in didn't seem familiar.After a bit of a tiny freak out,then him falling on his face,the accident prone Viscet remembered he was staying over at a friends.He blinked as he looked around."Vera?You in here?"No one answered,so he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Oh of course.He must be in his garden."He hopped up and tugged the blanket around him--Vera's house was really cold.He walked downstairs and peered outside as he grabbed a soda from the fridge.Sure enough,there Vera was,sitting at the small patio table,with,oddly enough,a microscope and some tubes with green liquid in it. Cyro had seen weirder from him.

He walked out as Vera slowly tried to move something that was in the slide to a tube,and was being very slow and careful about it.Cyro,being the jerk he is,wanted to scare him,so he did nothing more than slip behind his timid friend,and go "Well good morning sunshine!"

Vera yelped in surprise and his hands jolted--the thing got into the tube of course,but not so....nicely.It sorta exploded.He pushed the chair back to get away from it and turned his head to glare at Cyro."You did that on purpose."He spat,moving his goggles off his face."I did no such thing."Cyro grinned."Now come on,I'm hungry."

He glared."Make your own food."

"I can't cook.You wanna keep your house,right?"

Vera groaned and walked back in."Fine,but your cleaning this up."

He grinned and snickered."Deal bosso."

[r.ddler]

Username;; Kaarin
Name;; Rowani;; Row-ahn-ee
Gender;; Female
Story;;
xxxxxRowani lifted a paw to her friend’s toe pads, touching with her good friend Cailin. The two had been friends for a long time. But with him being royalty he didn’t always have time for the two to hang casually.

xxxxxSaren dropped her paw and smiled wide, Cailan grinned back. “I really missed you Saren, all the dumb paperwork they make royalty do is never mentioned in the stories. I haven’t even got to wear my awesome armor yet!”, he whined playfully and brushed his nose with Saren’s. “Oh gosh, I’ve thought of you so much. You have no idea how demeaning it was to have to push you out of my head.”, he grimaced as he looked to the floor, their foreheads almost brushing. Saren pulled away slightly to get a better look at him,” You’ve matured, your fur is darker… I’ve also missed you. I had to find new things to do, new people to play with. But I never forgot you, oh no. You were too funny, too cute. How could anyone forget you, Cailin?”, she bumped her nose into his again and blushed. They both were young, still children. And they were hopelessly tied with a red string.

xxxxxTwo viscets now sitting in the meadow, sun setting in front of them as they snuggled. Rowani’s head cradled in Cailin’s neck. The two smiled blissfully as the orange glow lit the sky, purple and pink clouds christening the skies as the stars rose behind them. Rowani and Cailin sighed in unison, eyes wandering over the valley underneath them. The beauty of a sunset was just what the two needed to destress. Rowani rumbled happily,” Cailin?”
xxxxx“Yes, Rowani?”
xxxxx“I’ve been thinking…”
xxxxx“Hmm, such a rare occurrence. What about?”
xxxxxRowani snickered at his playful joke before responding,”I’ve been thinking about us… we’ve been friends for so long. And I don’t know about you… but I’ve had feelings for you other than platonic. I think I love you. And I want to marry you when we grow up.”
xxxxxCailin sat stunned for a moment before looking at her face thoughtfully,” I love you Rowani, I love you a lot. But I know how awful being a royal is at this point. Me and you being married would drive politicians insane. We’d have to fight for a relationship. Many would aim to harm you. Do you really think you want that?”
xxxxxRowani looked up at him with a steely gaze,” I will fight for you forever, I’ve waited long enough to know you’re worth the work.” She pressed a small kiss to his cheek before curling into him again. Cailin sat dazed for a moment before resting his chin on his furry head, smiling like a dumb fool.

[legendari]

Username;; Legendari
Name;; Keiran
Gender;; Male
Story;; Our home planet, EXO100, wasn't 'modernized.' Modernized, at least, to the Ruling Order. The heritage of our country was soon to be wiped out - in exactly 2 hours.
I paced around the dull room the Ruling Order had assigned to me. A box of syringes and injections in glass vials sat on a wood table in the corner. Something on the table caught my eye. I walked over, curious. An intricate tribal design, complete with flowers and birds of paradise had been carefully hand-carved on the edge of the table. I closed my eyes and sighed, remembering the fated day a few years ago on which Ruling officials took our possessions.
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I awoke to the sound of shouting. Bolting out of bed, I crept along the hallway leading to the eating area, where my grandmother was arguing with another viscet - a Ruling official, from the high-tech, white suit with glowing armor, which screamed 'government.' Listening in on their conversation with a thundering heart, I caught pieces of phrases such as "you can't" or "it's our culture" from my grandmother, and "protocol" and "outdated" from the Ruling official. The official then moved his paw with a quick jerky movement, and a storm of officials burst into our humble abode. They started grabbing things at random and carting them outside. When I saw my first woven basket being carted away by an official, I let out a panicked yelp and dashed towards the official, shouting "That's mine! You can't take it!" but the official just sighed and pushed me off, mumbling "not my choice, kid." I ran towards my weeping grandmother as we watched our family history being taken away.
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I traced the carvings with my paw as best as I could. Which family had this been taken from? I sat down with my back against the table. There had been a Burning day, where there was a burning of all tribal possessions, but apparently this table had been saved. After the Burning, there had been a Replacement day, when we were given cold, hard, plastic replacements of our things. Plastic and metal could never replace what we lost. But we kept silent. Then we were forced to work for the Ruling Order and do their dirty work. Those who refused were imprisoned. Our homes were torn down and rebuilt, glass replacing oak and cedar, and metal replacing brick. After that, we asked ourselves: What else could they take? But of course, the Ruling knew. They always knew. The next and final step in making a perfect, modern world was to eradicate our last sense of self: Our language. Our way to communicate. Our way to identify. After today, everyone on Planet EXO100 would speak the "new and improved" global language. The Ruling said it was for the better; we knew it was for the worse. We couldn't escape, lest we be thrown into the terrible jails. Some viscets said death was better than no sense of self. We would all be robots after this.
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And of course, with luck on my side, my mind had been wiped and I had been injected with a new language. As soon as I tried the new global language out, it felt terrible on my tongue. I missed the old tones of my previous language. But - the Ruling didn't care, so I was whisked away on a Hovercraft and sent to an unknown place to administer tests to alienate more tribal Viscets. As soon as the Hover landed, it was clear that the Viscets of this land had gone through a process similar to the one we had gone through. Black ash in a pile yet to be cleaned was where the Burning must have taken place, and white, plastic dwellings now spotted the land. A plastic world. This is how I find myself where I am right now.
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Two hours pass surprisingly quickly, and through a dusty window, I see Viscets beginning to approach different Ruling buildings. They huddle in groups, conversing in what will be the last time they speak their native language. I turn away, unable to think of it. Of all Ruling Order jobs, had I have to have this one? I move a chair to the center of the room and pick up a syringe as I wait for the first viscet the enter. The first viscet soon enters. Her name, she tells me, is Aiyana. Her name is a tribal one and will soon be replaced with a 'modern' version. I try to guess what it might become: Ally? Ariana? I shake my head and send her an apology with my eyes as I inject the syringe. She walks out, inevitably saddened, but with no knowledge of the language she entered with. Viscet after viscet comes and viscet after viscet I inject. The guilt never lessens with each viscet. An old female viscet enters the room. She looks at me and begins to speak in her native language. The words, though foreign to me, wash over me like a gentle sea of words. The mellifluous tones blend together in a single melody. I shake myself out of my trance and signal that I don't understand. She sighs, and sits down in the chair. I feel even guiltier than before. I brace myself and inject the fluid. But she shakes her head and speaks again, but this time, in the new global language. "It does not work on me." My eyes widen. It doesn't? How? Is she immune? Seeing my confusion, she tells me that she somehow avoided losing her language through an anti-injection. She then hurriedly and urgently tells me a plan to reverse the injection and help viscets get their memory back. We have to escape and round them up, she says. If all goes well we have to travel to another close planet, obtain the anti-injection, and return to inject the viscets. They will then be immune. Then, we hear a banging on the door. "What's going on in there?" a voice yells. We glance at each other, as the door is burst open. "Please escape with me. Please do the right thing. I have a hover outside," the old viscet whispers to me, barely audible. The Ruling official points at us. "Why haven't you injected her? What's taking so long? Hurry up!" he barks. I feel a small nudge at my side: the old viscet is elbowing me towards the window.

With a deep breath, I grab her hand and leap towards the window.

the end! hope that wasn't too bad ;u;

[PikachuTori25]

Username;; PikachuTori25
Name;; 452, also known as Ellie
Gender;; Female
Story;;
“The first thing I ever remember feeling, was the soft touch of my mother and her warmth. She loved me with all her heart, even if I was born in a strange, cold, dark and very dirty place. The next thing I remember was when she tried to hide me away from the two upright creatures. She was very protective of me, and would hiss and try and bite them if they got too close. They quickly shot her with something and in a matter of moments, she had calmed down and went to sleep. That’s the last time I saw her, the creatures took me away, I wiggled and yelled at the top of my lungs to get away from them. They tagged something with strange looking symbols on my ear and they threw me into a cold metal box, closing the lid. It was dark and cold in the box, and I was very scared. Where was my mommy? I kept asking, screaming out for her. I felt the box being lifted up and away, the next thing I knew I was being thrown onto a loud machine, it kept making a weird growling noise. I curled up tightly and closed my eyes, hoping I would see my mommy soon.
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When I woke up, I felt a hand reaching in for me and pulling me out. I was too tired to fight back, I didn’t have any milk for a long time now. I hissed weakly and the creature muttered out a number, 452 and handed me off to another creature who stuffed a rubber thing in my mouth. I wiggled, refusing to drink out of it. The creature snorted and threw me into another box, at least this it had holes in it so I could see. I curled up in the back of the box, as the creatures kept throwing boxes of other little ones like me around me. They loaded us up onto another strange growling machine and then moved us again. I whined out for my mommy, hoping that she would come and save me, but my cries got weaker as the strange machine kept moving. I curled up in a tight ball and fell asleep, hoping someone would answer my calls.
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I woke up in a jolt the next time, my metal cage flying into the air! I didn’t know what was happening it and hurt when the cage hit the ground, I tumbled out and was shaking, very scared. The next thing I know was a mouth grabbing my ruff and carrying me away. I wiggled and wiggled, calling out for my mommy. The creature gently put me down, next to a warm and soft other creature, I smiled a bit, thinking it was mother and curled up next to it, feeling safe. That’s when I met my other mom, Her name was Snow and she was always very kind to me, like my real mother was.
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I woke up, feeling the warm sun on my back. I blinked and looked up, seeing a white viscet looking down at me. “Hello little one.” She smiled. I yelped slightly, surprised it wasn’t my mother. I got up quickly and saw some different viscets around me. “452? That can’t be her name forever.” One of them said. “How about Ellie?” one of them replied. They all nodded. “Ellie seems like a lovely name.” they agreed. That’s when I met my pack, they all were like me. They had tags on their ears and numbers on the tags, but each of them had a name…well other then 182. He was the alpha, and liked his number name. He loved me a whole lot, in fact he was the one that saved me from the metal cage and evil creatures. He was like a dad to me, always looking after me and teaching me things. 182 wanted me to becoming Alpha after him, he saw the light in my eyes and love in my heart. But for right now, even after all I went through with the metal cages and strange creatures, right now I’m just a sitter, but little ones. Maybe one day too, you’ll becoming an alpha in training too.”

[_Alex_]

Username;; _Alex_
Name;; Myranda
Gender;; female


Story;; (minimum of 300 words)


"Breathe Myranda." The brown furred viscet mutters to herself in soft pitched Spanish. "Breathe. Everything will go just fine." Or at least she hopes it will. She needs this job more than anything. Right now, she's a month behind on rent and has a grand total of fifty dollars and eighty three cents to her name. If she doesn't land this job today, she's going to be forced to resort to less than legal measures to survive. And she really wants to avoid that. Crime goes against everything she believes in.

"Myranda?" a clear high pitched voice calls out across the lobby; the owner a short middle aged viscet with pearly grey fur. "Mr. Howl will see you now." Shakily, Myranda rises to her feet, smoothing down a stray patch of her mane. This is it. The interview that will decide her fate for the rest of her life. The job is nothing much, a position as the secretary for a low level politician, but it would be enough. Breathing shallow with nerves, she follows the secretary down the hall to a large meeting room.

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An hour later, she's steeping into the living room of her run down apartment. Tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. She had been too late. Some viscet before her had secured the opening. The interview had only been a formality. A waste of her time. She was never going to get the job before hand. In all honesty though, she should have known. Of course she wouldn't get the job. Why would she? She was a nothing. A nobody. A failure. In the last six months since she finished school, all her accomplishments had been meaningless. Her bachelors in communication, the three languages she spoke fluently, the hours she had spent as a law intern. All of it had been meaningless before. So why should it have suddenly mattered now that she needed a job more than anything. Her father was right, she was nothing but a fool wishing on stars. Tears flowing freely down her cheeks and sobs ripping from her chest, she collapsed on her sofa, praying for once, to just dream of nothingness.

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The next morning, she awoke to the sound of her neighbors arguing across the hallway. Eyes red from her tears and fur a tangled mess, she half heartedly dragged her laptop off the coffee table and onto the cushion in front of her. It was time to finally answer that email from the gang lord a few blocks over. After typing in her email password, she barely sifted through her inbox. Most of it was spam. Worthless junk mail that only served to remind her that she was unwanted as well.

Deleting it all, she opened up a new message and began typing in the email address she had memorized months before, vowing never to use it unless she had no other choice. Today was that day though. Typing in a simple 'you win. I'm yours now.' she hovered the cursor over these days button, not yet having the courage to sign her life away. Almost as if sending her hesitance, her computer digned, alerting her to the fact a new email had just rushed into her inbox. Thankful for the distraction, she opened her inbox in a new tab and clicked on the message before the subject line had even been read. She read the first line of the email once, twice, three times, before staring at the screen in shock. She had a job.

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Or at least she would if she accepted the offer. It was an offer from an actor. A friend of the owner of one of the many companies that she had applied to work for in the past few months. Apparently even though she hasn't qualified for the job, the owner had seen her resume and been impressed enough to send it to his friend who was conveniently looking for a new manager. It was almost too good to be true. But the six figure starting salary listed at the bottom of the page was enough to convince her it was real. Never in her dreams would she even dream of a salary that high.

And really, she knew she would be a fool not to accept. Although nothing like the job she had dreamed of, it was a job she never realized she wanted. And plus, it would give her enough money to survive for the next few years. Really, the only fishy thing about the offer was that not once was the actors name mentioned. But...given her other choice... the risk was worth taking.

Paws shaking, she closed the email to the gang leader and began to type up her job acceptance letter.

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Three days later, and she was waiting in the baggage claim section of the local airport, waiting for her new employer. She had been told it would be him and his old manager approaching her. "Myranda?" a smooth deep voice asked from behind her, the vowels in her name rolling off his rongue in a way that she had not heard in years. In the way only a speaker of her native tongue could manage. "Yes that's me." she said pleasantly, voice light as she turned to face the voice. Immediately her eyes widened just a bit, standing before her was no one other than Raphael Santiago. The hottest actor to come out of Brazil in the past few years. If she was even the least bit attracted to guys, it would have been her dream come true. As it was, she was barely able to keep from fangirling. "So, I guess I'm your new client then." Raphael said, a sheepish grin on his face at Myranda's awestruck face. "How about we head to my hotel and go over everything?" he offered. Myranda nodded, stepping back to letting him go first. "Lead the way moviestar" she said managing to get her sass back.

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Less than a week later, she was standing at the very edge of the set for the latest movie Raphael was starring in, a cell phone in one hand and a caramel frappé in the other. She was taking to her new job quickly but there were still a few things she was having trouble with. Mainly convincing producers to stay on the line with her for more than a few minutes. Apparently word had yet to travel that she was Raphael's new manager. And that just wouldn't do. Hence the non stop texting for the past two hours. She was negotiating two different publicity stunts that, if pulled off correctly, would serve to show everyone that she was here to stay. The first was a simple tabloid that would report that she had replaced Raphael's former manager due to his wish to retire. And the second, a more dangerous rumor that Raphael would no longer be working with Violet Skies Productions due to the constant refusal of the company to work with his new manager, simply because she was female. It was cruel and heartless , but it was what was needed to secure her spot in the entertainment world.

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One year after accepting her job, and Myranda is happier than she can remember ever being. Raphael's career is doing better than ever and she can't help but think it is in part to her. After her little stunt a few months back, everyone had learned she wasn't one to be triffled with. That she and her client/employer Raphael weren't afraid to walk away if she was disrespected in any way. Since then, life has been a blessing. Sure, it's hard and stressful work most days; juggling interview requests, movie offerings, taxes, hotels and food in every country imaginable, and more. But it is worth it. For the first time in her life, she doesn't feel like a failure. She has a friend who thinks she's worth something. She has enough money to not have to worry about the next months rent. And right now, sunbathing in the Paris sunlight, she thinks life can't get any better. Yes, she'll have to go back to work tomorrow, but for now, she is at peace.

[9-9-999]

User: 9-9-999
Name: Kazimani
Gender: Male
Story (more than 300)

Fire danced ominously beneath the golden light of the amber moon that hovered reverently in the star-stained Sky. The shadows it cast danced madly, thrashing and reaching about in the frantic array of a wild spirit. Stone pillars that once stood mightily now lay on the ground, their pieces strewn about like broken glass. Ashes swirled in the low wind, kicking up occasionally in tufts of black powder. Amidst the rubble, a single Viscet stood, a cold and stony glare in his eye. He watched the fire move, it's frantic movements no more than a blur of vibrant reds and golds. Slowly, the Viscet began to walk foreword, his eyes never leaving the fire as he neared it. Suddenly and without warning, he lunged foreword and burst into the flames, rushing out the other side in a flurry of sparks and ash a moment later. He ran onward, quickening his pace. On the tip of his tail, a small remnant of the fire clung desperately, whipping about in the quickening wind. The Viscet rushed onward, keeping his tail high and avoiding plants as he swept across the flat valley of dancing elements. Ahead, a stone formation containing a dead tree branch implanted in the center rested, beckoning him. The Viscet ran faster, the heat of the fire beginning to climb his tail. A slight flash of what seemed to be desperation flickered in his eyes and he leaned foreword, running faster to the pillar until it was inches away. Then, he leapt and spun, sweeping his tail high and hitting the wooden rod with it. Immediately, the fire transferred to the rod and left his tail. The Viscet stopped and watched the small fire grow, his breath escaping in heavy pants. When the fire had covered the wood completely, a sound resembling Windchimes echoed throughout the valley. The wind picked up slightly and the sky itself seemed to brighten, enveloping the land in luminous colors. Far off, the large fire he had begun at faded off, drifting away in a series of sparks. All about him, sounds of life sparked up. Birds chirped, a few dogs barked, and several monkeys began to play in the trees. Kazimani relaxed and gazed at the healed valley before him. The task was complete, and the protection and life had been restored to his home once more. At least, for now.

[gp5]

Username;; MagicRatDog
Name;; Toxin
Gender;; Male
Story;;
Toxin, the 3rd knight of Cherene, felt disappointed. Matthehu did not show up for the past few days, and now everyone had the lost hope of his return. Matthehu, his best friend. Knights, especially high ranked ones like him, could not show emotions. Let alone the hope of another's return. But, rules would not hold Toxin back. He would search for his friend, high and low, even if it meant the death of him. Billowing his cape around his body, like the wind rising leaves, he headed towards the exit of the kingdom.
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He was worried about his absence. Yes, most have probably already noticed that he left, but that would not stop him at the slightest. Burrowing his heels into the back of his horse, they trotted up the steep slope that had last announced Matthehu's whereabouts. Old hoof-tracks proved that Matthehu was there, and now they led up some more. If Toxin didn't save his friend, then nobody would. Knights were highly independent and only cared about their selves. Bonds were rarely formed in between them, except the fact that they were brothers of war. Narrowing his eyes through his helmet, he followed the trail of marks.
~
Soon enough, Toxin had arrived where he guessed. A large cave opening was presented in-front of him, and now the sun was setting in between the mountains cracks. The wind blew his cape savagely, as the dim hue of gold outlined his large frame. Hoping off of his horse, he clutched the hilt of his sword before strutting boldly into the cave, prepared for whatever fate threw at him. As if on Que, a few moments later a large serpent slithered ahead of him, its tongue slithering in-between its clamped jaws.
"So.. you've come to save your friend.." It hissed.
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(299 words. What his armor looks like c;)

[warlord.]

Username;; walord.
Name;; veni
Gender;; male
Story;; the wind rustled the fur of the patient veni, who sat at the base of a large tree.
wip!! <3