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Idk just a place to chill and do what ya want.

Fuck off.

Role play, huh? Yes, I can do that....


The moonlight glitters like spilled mercury across the clearing when I see him—the wolf. He pads out from the shadows, fur glistening, eyes... hungry. Not for flesh, no... for something more.

He wags his tail. He winks.


"Stay back, fell beast!" I scream, my hand flying to my rapier. He tilts his head, tongue lolling, a low whimper of... longing?

I fight through a gag and leap to the emissary of hell.

I strike with divine vengeance, again and again. I lunge, a poke, he yelps, another poke! He begins bleeding profusely, and yet I know that should I stop, all would be lost. Again and again my rapier strikes true, tearing fur, sinew and bone, blood spattering the moonlit snow in angry clumps of derision and hate.

By the end, he is but a panting heap. I kneel beside him, sword-hand trembling. "You brought this upon yourself, creature of darkness."

Though my blade is thin, I swing with all my might... his neck tears, but then...



A gap?


I pull his head off, fur tearing from skin, and I scream. Beneath the wolf's face is no skull at all. It's... A WARRIOR CAT!


"NOOOOooooo!!!" I howl to the heavens. "Not the Dark Death!"

There is only one option.

"Kill it with fire!" I shout, striking flint and steel like a madman. Flames roar, and I drive my rapier straight through its treacherous feline heart. Smoke curls into the night sky. My hands tremble. I lean against a tree, chest heaving, the faint scent of burning fur lingering like misplaced shame, as if the forest itself has been humiliated by the monstrosity's presence.

"Never again," I whisper to the darkness. "Never again will I permit such a foul deformity to breathe the same air as the birds of the sky and the beasts of the field."

I rolled a 9

In the distance I see a truly magnificent creature, the rarest of all giant kin—an ogre! It approaches with a belch, and then glares at me. "Hooman... you dare sit in my forest?!" It pulls back its weapon, and I'm sure my life is measured in seconds, but just before swinging, it pauses. It looks at the burnt heap before me.

"A... WC/wolf/fury? IT MUST DIE!"

The ogre precedes to curb stomp the corpse, smashing it into little carbon balls, chopping, smashing, thrashing. When it is finally done, it urinates upon the blasphemous remains.

Then it turns to me and says, "I rolled a 9."


Terrified, knowing an ogre could smite me into oblivion, I say the only thing a reasonable person would: "I—I put on my robe and wizard hat."

I rolled a 17

As I regard the ogre, the wide brim of my wizard hat casting a shadow across my eyes, a faint hum splits the air. From the shimmer of a magical portal there appears—by all that is unholy—a wizard hotdog, levitating serenely between two perfectly toasted golden buns.

I stare. The ogre stares. We lock eyes, and then both regard the strange creature. For a brief, confusing moment, I’m unsure whether I want to eat it, kneel before it, or ask for its number. The buns glisten like polished marble, yet soft as velvet, embracing the meaty core with a tenderness I’ve never known.

I consider amalgamation before me, moonlight sparkling off of its moist, steamy center. It says, "

"I like Ogre."

For a moment, there is only silence. Then the ogre snorts—a deep, wet, battlefield kind of sound. He plants one enormous hand on his club and growls. "'Course you like Ogre. Who no like Ogre? For shame to no like Ogre. Cursed is he who no like Ogre. Like Avo. She no like Ogre. She say, 'I no have problem with Ogre,' yet say, 'I have problem with thread praising Ogre.'" He scratches his not inconsiderable rear. "No. There is no try. Only 'like Ogre' or 'no like Ogre.'"

The hotdog floats an inch closer, buns quivering with unholy admiration. "I really liiiike Ogre."

The ogre narrows his eyes, unimpressed, then releases a thunderous fart that ripples the snowdrift between us like a shockwave. Steam from the hotdog’s buns flickers in the afterblast. "Ogre like hotdogs. But get too familiar, Ogre eat hotdog."

"Oh no, you misread my intentions, noble ogre. Instead, I merely aim to write stunning reviews of what the legendary Ogre has made."

Ogre snorts. "All things pretty to hotdog."

I watch in stunned silence, wondering if perhaps I had erred in killing the wolf. Perhaps I should have let it defeat me.

"I don't have a problem with it. It's just annoying to try and do things and be spammed with notifications. I think that's why my over posting earlier was a problem... should I go?"

As I contemplate my existential crisis, a voice of a young girl draws my attention.

"I do NOT have a problem with Ogre!" she says. "I'm tired of having to repeat this."

Flabbergasted, I say, "I—forgive us, Avo, I'm sure it was not meant as a personal slight."

"So you say. But I wonder. Should I go?" she asks.

Torn by guilt, even though it was the ogre who said it (although somehow I feel some sort of responsibility, as if subconsciously I channeled some sort of magic to make Ogre say it), I reply, "If you mean, should you act, I would say the answer must be yes. You must do something, because the threat of the fury wolf has not abated, even if it is currently ashes. I have already heard it's voice."

I shudder, fear threatening to reassert itself in my veins. "Tell us, child, what more should we do to protect us from the fury wolf/WC monster?"

"It's Avo, not Evo, and a cat?"

I look at it. I scowl.

"I hate cats. They eat bunnies." I take something out of a small pocket that's small and shiny, a silver ball. I throw it at the cat, and it laches on like a spider.

The cat convulses, and explodes. All the gore conveniently misses hitting anyone.

I turn to the hot dog and frown.

"I don't remember you being this crazy, RK."

Then I turn back to Ogre.

"And I'm sorry to give you that impression, but I don't have a problem with you.

Then I turn back to the original person.

"And don't feel guilty you didn't do anything. And yes, I can read emotions."

Then, as if nothing unusual is going on, I plop down and start nibbling on a massive carrot while staring hatefully at silver ball containing all the cat gore.

"At least it can clean up now, I had a hard time making that function work with blood soaking into things."

"Ah," I say, the smell of cat guts assaulting my senses, "And you can also clearly resist mind control magic, as I attempted to plant a memory in your mind that I didn't accidentally call you Evo instead of Avo, and yet clearly you realized the truth."

I wonder how what began as an earnest wolf seeking forbidden affection became true horror as it was revealed to be a Warrior Cat in disguise. What danger awaits? Is it a harbinger of something more to come?

I glance around. Ogre is looking at the wizard hotdog strangely. Its flesh is still sizzling slightly, and the pleasant aroma is mixing with the miasma of burned flesh from the cat to create something truly revolting. Perhaps an ogre, however, would find these scents tantalizing. Nevertheless, I worry for the wizard hotdog.

Meanwhile, the newcomer seems content to eat a vegetable, so perhaps the sudden explosion of violence was benign. After all, should an army of furries or WCs invade the lands, what can the free folk do?

I survey the gore around me. A sound draws my attention back to the forest. It's

Ignoring the crash, I notice that a greenish emotion has arisen. Displeasure? Disgust? Oh, the smell of the guts. I gesture to the silver ball, and it turns gold and grows wings like a snitch from harry potter and flies away. Better. I hate negative emotions, they grate on my mind.

I also throw a anti odor mini bomb packed with powder at RK to make him smell and look less appetizing.

"Come on RK, you can't die already. Also, asking people to eat you is creepy."

When I do turn around, my face brightens.

"Neo!"

"Hey Avo, need to tell you something."

I display a look of confusion.

"How the heck did you manage to break out of google docs, into CYS, bypass the mods into the forums, and get here?"

I look at the original person, my face paling. Is that Fluxion? Can't really tell. The mods are going to have my head if I let an NPC know of CYS and the internet. Neo continues talking.

"I'm telling you, you need to go cleanup the original Demon Doll. The spelling errors are killing everyone!"

I start to nod, but freeze. Another figure enters the clearing. Procrastination himself. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Ran away from me for months, eh Avo? Been productive?"

I yelp and jump into the tree, tearing around the clearing in circles as fast as I can with Procrastination right on my heels.

This "Neo" is a tall humanoid that looks almost human. Almost. A neon mask covers her face, showing a yellow background with a black smile and eyes like the emoji and while most don't notice, more perceptive people will notice her lack of ears. If you look closely, you can also notice that her clothes seem to meld into her skin like part of her instead of being separate parts. Looking at her, she would seem to be roughly 16 years old but there's no telling her real age.

A taller girl with blonde hair and blue eyes steps out, she has a sword on her hip.

“Uhm.. hello? I was walking and heard some sounds coming from this direction.”

She looks around at the few people and a…random hotdog?

Her face shows a puzzled expression at that.

“This definitely seems like quite the chaotic day”

Invoke Create Bonfire

Roast Hot Dog

The wizard hotdog narrows its eyes. "Invoke Create Bonfire?" The ground ignites, tongues of flame spiraling upward like infernal serpents. "Fool! Know you not what power you unleash?"

Before I can move, the fire wraps around it in a halo of radiant heat. The hotdog throws back its buns in rapture. "YES—SEAR ME!" it cries, "LET ME TASTE MY OWN POWER!" The ogre shields his eyes, muttering something about culinary blasphemy.

When the fire dies, the hotdog floats there—crispy, glowing, transcendent. Its bun is perfectly toasted, its sausage glimmering like molten bronze. "I HAVE ASCENDED!" it declares. "I AM NOW BOTH MEAL AND MEAL-MAKER!" Then it drops lightly to the earth, still sizzling, and winks. "Care for a bite? Try my succulent insides."

I'd like to roll to attack The Skin Peeler (it's a 17)

@Asunawolf Why are you sexually attracted to animals? Certain interested parties really want to understand.

@Mizal I am NOT sexually attracted to animals, idk what would ever make you even think that. That is absolutely gross and disgusting. All I did was create a thread that people could literally do what they want. Nothing was sexual about it AT ALL

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks"

People can do role play stories without it being sexual, so please DONT accuse me of that ever again. I really thought this was a place where stuff I wanted to do would be accepted. This has really irritated me and you didn’t even have to comment on here

Quick important piece of lore here: This place has a horrible history with some role-playing therians that were... shall we say... a tad too overenthusiastic to dip into certain parts of the realism aspect of it. Don't attempt to make an open-ended role play in the forums, or anything that has to do with warrior cats.

Ok, I think the theoretical hypothesis that Mizal was respectively inferring and advancing was that if it has the name of a furry, the profile picture of a furry, the profile description of a furry and the first thing it did on joining a new forum was to start a thread inviting people to join non-specific role-playing fun then it just might be a furry and therefore harbour carnal feelings towards certain of our colourful four-legged cousins of the animal kingdom. Thus, she responded accordingly :D

You probably weren’t to know this but the site had a massive problem with mountains of terribly-written Warrior Cat fan fiction and a few unsavoury “role-playing” threads created by some of the more mentally unusual members of our society who use the internet to meet like-minded types. You might want to specify a more detailed structure in any future role-playing threads (forum games do happen but within clearly defined parameters) or you’ll eventually inevitably attract some of these aforementioned personalities.

Also, you might want to have a thicker skin / lighter sense of humour when a stranger on the internet accuses you of something that you feel / know to be ridiculously untrue. I can get why you might be seriously annoyed but, to be fair, the reason for the idea might not have sprung out of nowhere. If you say no, then fine. A good response would be producing a well-written story Pokemon story (or other) or getting involved in some of the other competitions / projects in the Writing Workshop or Creative Corner. There are also a ton of great stories to read in the Family Friendly genre you might like (you could also supply more general info about yourself to round yourself out more as an individual in Newbie Central).

I do get I should have thicker skin, but mizal should have made that more clear. Also my image is NOT a furry. It is just Art of a wolf. I like wolves, they are my fav animal so I wanted a picture of one and thought that one was cool. I only started this because if there was a cool story going on, I’d possibly join into it. I’m sorry that bad stuff has happened, I hate seeing that crap as well.

I can't believe we let a degenerate dog fucker on this site. Go howl at the moon on Wattpad faggot

>>the name of a furry, the profile picture of a furry, the profile description of a furry and the first thing it did on joining a new forum

It also claimed to be 30 years old.

If it walks like a gay furry, looks like a gay furry,  and it talks like a gay furry. the most likey explanation is it definitely is a gay furry.

Weird you'd come to a writing site at all when "stuff you wanted to do" doesn't at all include reading a storygame or even the room.

Only said it like that because a lot of people don’t role play. At least that I’ve seen. Fine. Just remove this thread or whatever. I just wanted to find some people that I could create kinda a story with… just end this whole darn conversation.

Oh this thread isn't going anywhere, you've made it too fun.

Great.  More gay furries.  It's probably working on its warrior cats fanfic now.

It's kinda stupid of you to get all upset at folks for doing what they want to in this thread.  Especially considering your OP states, "Idk just a place to chill and do what ya want.".  It sounds like everyone is expected to react and do what YOU want, which sounds like furry roleplaying and that is not encouraged here.

At this point I'm just hoping you dont have any pets.

Create a story with yourself you uncreative fuck

Wolffriend, your character was already stabbed to death and burned. The only way your character can speak now is if someone summons its spirit from beyond the grave or does some sort of resurrection ritual. Otherwise immersion is ruined.

Too good of an opportunity to not put this quote here, considering how the community is reacting, and will continue to react, to this post.

“We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!”

   - Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

(Yes, I know it doesn't entirely work, but I've been itching to use this one for a while now.)

Since you like wolves, I recommend reading Alpha Wolf or It's a Boy!