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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”

I (the bunny girl) turn to the newcomer.

"Who are you? Wait- that came off rudely. Do you mind saying your name? It's not that chaotic for us it can get like this in the forums. Are you new or just new to these things happening?"

She hands her a chocolate and sits back down with her carrots.

"You might want to know that chocolate is vegan, in case you don't like that."

She turns back to Neo

"And go back to google docs please. And I'm not ignoring what you said so don't pester me."

Neo sighs, nods, and vanishes into thin air.

"Also, new girl, the hot dog is a person too. He's not that extraordinary, you not used to magic entities?"

Somewhere far away, a shadowy figure hits a button labeled LAUNCH NUKES, the missiles aimed directly at this band of fools and degenerates. (Except for the one inexplicably sent towards the Netherlands.)

My ears prick up, and my face pales.

"Frick!" I yelp.

I call "Everyone for themselves!"

And leap out of the lounge. I sprint to the reading corner as fast as I can, hoping the nukes don't follow me.

"That's what I get for being around a band of weird people for just a few minutes." I mutter to myself.

"Who was it? Endmaster? Sent? Mizal? Malk? Some other random admin?"

As the dust clears, a lawn chair is revealed from its spot behind some of the trees. Someone sits in it, eating a sandwich. He stops chewing for a moment to yell something toward the shadowy figure, a disapproving look on his face:

(please ignore me pushing down the italics...)

"Hey, you could have hit me! You should know better than to throw bombs around willy-nilly."

He resumes eating his sandwich as he watches the chaos unfold.

A crow observes this.

"Avo, some white block with it's an image written on it it talking..."

The bunny girl raises an eyebrow.

"You mean UD? When was he involved in this? Eh, guess he's here now."

The crow shrugs.

"I don't know, you just asked me to be your eyes since you can't see that far. I don't know a UD."

"Has the bombing stopped?"

"Yeah, you can go back if you want. I don't know the bomber, but she's very... shiny. I think a necromancer, too."

"Mizal?"

"Maybe? No idea who that is."

"Do you mind flying over there? Don't let them see you them might think it's a troll invasion or something random."

"Got it. Just to let you know before I go, flying isn't exactly quiet. Except for owls, their really good at staying silent."

The crow flies away, grumbling something about extra treats and the bunny girl returns to the lounge, checking to see if anyone survived.

To be completely honest, I forgot I hadn't updated my profile picture yet, lol. I have some pixel art I made a while back that I want to use, but I never got around to uploading it. For now, just imagine I'm one of the mannequins from the amazing digital circus as a placeholder instead.

The (currently) mannequin stands up, folds the chair up, and shoves it into mid-air, somehow causing it to disappear. He jogs toward the main area impacted by the explosion as well, slowing down to match the bunny girl's pace.

"Good guess for the name, but I'm Scape. You're Avo, right? Do you want a sandwich, mate?"

He plucks another sandwich from out of nowhere and offers it to her.

"Yes, I'm Avo. Hi, Scape. Also, don't you dare call me 'mate' again. Also, is the sandwich vegan? I'm vegan. Also, you heard me say that all the way in the reading corner? You're some kind of superhuman. But I guess I am too, but most of my power is in my pocket and my ability to summon OP characters from my stories in google docs. For example, one of my characters, Neo, I don't know if you saw her, she's literally nicknamed World Crusher. Yeah, I'm not great at nickname's but point is I've made a lot of characters that can really cause damage which is mostly why I'm dangerous."

"Sorry ma- err... Avo, the sandwich isn't vegan. I can probably make a vegan sandwich if you want, though. No promise that it'll be a great sandwich, though; I don't see a kitchen around here."

He shoves the sandwich into the air in front of him, causing it to disappear. He looks around with an annoyed expression, muttering something about a portable kitchen.

"Hold on a sec- I have something for this."

I pull a block out of my pocket and unfold it into a rectangle outline, like a frame. It's large.

"Portal, kitchen."

Suddenly it's like looking at a picture perfect painting of inside a house in London. it's showing the kitchen specifically, and it's clearly nighttime. You can hear a soft snoring. I whisper,

"Use it quickly and quietly, before the family wakes up! And portals like this are extremely hard to use and keep open, so try and do it really really fast if you can before I tire out and it sucks itself closed."

He immediately perks up and rushes through the portal. You hear him mutter something about stove tops, and the sounds of cooking start up from within. A few moments later, he plucks a strange disc from nowhere and tosses it to the ground. A transparent, light-blue bubble expands out from it, and the noises immediately stop. You can still make out the bustle of activity within, and you watch as numerous fiery hands reach out to perform various tasks, such as cutting up onions, cooking tofu, washing lettuce, and more. All the ingredients are taken from the air; a seemingly endless supply at his fingertips. Eventually, the hands retract, disappearing into him as he cleans up the last remnants of the mess. He picks up the strange disc, causing the bubble to retract, and steps through the portal again, holding a plate with a sandwich on it toward you.

"It's been a while since I've made a vegan sandwich; I hope it meets your expectations!"

I smile.

"Thanks!"

I devour it quickly.

"That was amazing."

The portal shudders, and vanishes. The frame folds itself back, and I put it away.

Recognizing the failure of the nukes, I begin to panic. A wolf pup has already wormed its way in to the party's confidence, and at any moment will unleash unholy degeneracy and violence. Knowing time is of the essence, I do the only thing I can: I summon a portal to the Cretaceous period, and out comes a pack of hungry tyrannosaurus rexes.

"Forgive me," I lament, as the t-rexes bear down upon us all.

(don't cry about the image; you get what you pay for with AI generated trash)

Seeing the T-rexes, I raise an eyebrow.

"Y'know, you can be less crazy sometimes."

I use some kind of spray on myself, a bit like perfume but with no smell. The T-rexes act as if I don't exist, and veer around me.

"I love repellents sometimes.

I can't believe this is still going on, you guys are really creative! I feel like I need to backread, this looks really fun!

Join in if you want. What's backread? Read what's already here?

Just reading the thread and seeing messages that I missed.

It looks like you and Luna have been doing a lot of roleplaying. Just be a bit careful, these can get weird fast, and Luna seems nice, but they're also registered on the site as a 30 year old. So just be wary. Don't take this into PMs or anything like that, and if you get any messages that make you uncomfortable reach out to the mods.

Also, it looks like I'm a cool wizard here! Sweet!

Yeah. Speaking of, I think Fluxion should stop. I understand his thinking, but Luna hasn't done anything wrong yet and I think she just genuinely likes animals.

Confused, I open my spell book and flip to the part about role playing. I clear my throat and recite: "Petting animals and making friends is lame. Role playing should be about slaying monsters and defeating evil witches."

Too late I realize that I forgot I had summoned t-rexes. One of them noticed me explaining why this thread is lame without monsters and excitement. It meets my gaze, and I can see a thousand lost souls gazing back at me, souls consumed by this pitiless beast. Quicker than I thought possible, the fourteen foot tall theropod lunges at me, clasping its jaws around my supple flesh.

The pain is incredible, six inch teeth invading skin, rending muscle, crushing bone, puncturing organs. I feel its hot breath upon me, and then my spine snaps as the creature whips its head back and forth. I desperately need to breath, but my lung is punctured.

And then I feel my body float for a brief moment—but I know I have not been released. Time slows as the t-rex prepares to swallow me. The weightlessness of my organs shifting in my body would almost be ticklish if not for the indescribable agony, and then I feel myself fall into its gullet, the crushing dampness mercifully ending my stream of consciousness.

"There's no lame in roleplaying. It depends on the person. Also, either Fluxion quit or he's going to need another character."

I smile.

"At least I can dodge death a million ways. Too bad many of my things were disabled for the troll attack as I was forced to follow rules..."

I wake up inside the beast long enough to hear Avo breaking the fourth wall again. And then, once more, I reach merciful oblivion.

"Breaking the fourth wall is so easy."

I look around.

"Thinking of it... it's probably just me, isn't it? You're all just characters? Do any of you know what the forums are or what I mean by CYS or are you all mere avatars?"

I shout from where I'm sprawled out on my lawnchair.

"I just go along with it. It's entertaining, in a way. Although, speaking of avatars..."

I disappear for a moment before reappearing, the mannequin replaced with a young man, a forest-green cloak draped around him, and a straw hat perched on his head. He continues sipping on his drink like nothing happened.

Ok so yeah I’m almost 30. I am in fact a girl, just so you know I’m not a man, honest. If you read my other messages it was never ever my intent to make anything weird. So if weird stuff happens, it ain’t coming from me, I can promise that. Yes I really like animals, I’ve been an animal person literally my entire life, drawing wolves, cats and dogs while I was growing up. If me being older is a problem and makes any of you uncomfortable please just tell me now and I’ll leave, didn’t think being older was not allowed. I just have a really creative mind, at least I like to think so

If being older (which by the way late 20s is not old or even older you self proclaimed zoomer) was the problem half of us would've been put to the sword centuries ago. This is just RK looking out for an actual 12 year old.

A bigger problem than your alleged age is something you should have been aware of even before you made this thread, and that's that this is not the time (5 minutes after creating your account) and less importantly place (a forum for readers and writers of primarily interactive fiction) for doing it. If you're looking specifically for a place to find some roleplaying buddies shoving yourself into a DND community or something similar would've been a better and less insensitive choice. Meanwhile if you actually wanted to become part of this community, though why anyone would want to do that is beyond me, doing things like actually reading storygames, participating in existing events like many various contests or smaller things done by other longstanding members, or just writing something yourself since you technically started on that anyway would've been a better idea. Setting up camp in the Lounge with a thread about roleplay is something that could get a pass from a noob showing some interest in the actual purpose of the site (Hi Avo, how you doing these days?). Not doing so makes you virtually indistinguishable from a bot, or an alt of someone who for whatever reason has nothing better to do than be a recurring annoyance.

Your intentions might be pure, and even if you happen to have poor social skills if you're at an age where you got bills to pay you should know better.

Cavus makes a lot of good points here but yeah, it's not the age thing - there are tons of people on here older than you, starting with me. The point is, this is a site primarily for reading and writing choose your own adventure stories, taking part in reading and writing competitions, sharing creative writing, etc, and role play (which you clearly want to heavily involve the cute and the cuddly) isn't much of a thing and might antagonize some, especially as since you joined five days ago it has been your one, only and exclusive interest. Surely there are whole communities and forums of folk devoted to exactly these kinds of role-playing interests?

But yeah, if you're having fun go for it. Just expect people to comment. Reading and reviewing some stories or doing something on the Forums besides just this might help you integrate more with the community and might lead to more favorable comments (though this is not guaranteed, this is the internet :) ). It'd (probably) be good to see you express your creativity in different ways too as the forums have had a history of problems with people with very strong animal preferences in the past (I was thinking of Ryder and then Flutter suddenly came clopping into my head too...).

A good place for you to start would be the Family Friendly category of the Storygames. There are a lot of stories in there with animal perspective protagonists or animal characters. I'm sure there's something in there you would like :)

Luna,
It wasn't my intention to accuse you of being a creep. It's just that roleplaying on the forums has a history of being weird, to the point where the Forum Games section was completely nuked. When you pair that with the wolf/anime profile picture, it set off a few alarm bells, but that's through no fault of your own.

I feel kind of bad about making you feel like a creep. All I'm saying is, sometimes with younger people on here, they may make mistakes, and there have been instances in the past where stuff like this had occurred, so many of us air on the side of caution. And the primary purpose of the site isn't roleplaying, so when you combine that with the unfortunate association liking animals has with certain proclivities towards furry stuff, we tend to be a bit cautious.

Perhaps take a break from some of the roleplaying posts, and talk about writing. Or maybe what you like in choose your own adventure stories. Or, you can write one!

Regardless, it's really cool for you to like animals, and there's a bunch of people who are 30 and older on here. So don't feel like that excludes you.

We're primarily a reader-driven author-fueled choose your own adventure site, so please check out some of the stories on here! And feel free to talk about your works, what you like to write about, any WIPs you may have. I promise, we don't bite!

We actually have a writing contest going on right now. Maybe it's a good chance to get a feel for the place and kind of see what we're all about!

It's an edutainment contest, where a bunch of us are competing to write the best edutainment CYOA.

Listen to Will and Cavus's comments. They put it really well. Honestly, I think they said everything that needs to be said on the topic, so take their advice and have a good time!

So much hate. What mean people. :(

All of this mayhem could have been avoided if you had switched to Allstate.

Wow. Weird.  Based upon your writing I was betting you were actually 12 and probably no older than 14.

I throw some ham off to the side to distract the few t-rexes headed my way, take out the lawn chair again, sit down, and watch as the chaos unfolds while I calmly sip a drink.

Suddenly I am awake again, although I realize I must be a disembodied soul. I know my body is inside the t-rex's belly. Part of me, a strangely detached part, can still feel my body being digested. I shudder.

As I survey the frosted forest, I wonder if UnescapableDeath is aware that ham will not be enough to satiate the extinct animals. What are these people going to do? Even Ogre has no chance in hand-to-hand combat against these monsters.

One of them seems too calm given the threat, another seems to be having an existential crisis where she wonders if she's the only real person, and another is a delicious hotdog, just waiting to be eaten. Perhaps Ogre will have the best shot at survival, with his axe, and who knows, it is possible the t-rex's like Ogre and won't eat him.

But as for me, I simply await to watch my body become fully digested and excreted, and a strange sense of whimsical nonchalance fills me. Who else is going to be eaten? Had I a body, I too would take out a lawn chair and have a drink.

I raise my head and peer around, searching for a half-heard whisper on the wind. After searching for a few seconds, my head snaps in a direction, and I narrow my eyes. I slowly stand up, reach into mid-air, and pull out a Cucco, before setting it on the ground and ushering it toward the dinosaurs. I sit back down and pull another lawnchair out, setting it off to the side before returning to my drink, my eyes never leaving the spot.

"Well, this is roleplay after all. One with no rules at that, the players shape it and are the gods of their world."

I snap, and the beasts simply vanish.

"Do tell me if you want me to bring them back for fun's sake."

I rise from my chair and pack it up.

"That is a good point, Avo. There are no true rules holding anyone back. However, I personally feel like that is no fun. As such, I suggest that we all come together at a time we agree upon to collectively agree on some rules that should be adhered to. I will be waiting until that happens, or something interesting pops up, to return."

I snap my fingers, and I disappear.

I watch in horror from my disembodied spectral existence. The t-rexes, gone. UnescapableDeath, gone! No mortal should wield that kind of power. Could Avo be the Dark Villain all along? The thought terrifies me. And what of UnescapableDeath? A lesser god come to pass a slice of the boredom of eternity?

Such power could mean even my ghostly form may be vulnerable. And without my physical form, I have no capacity for magic.

Unsure of what this new development portends, I nervously glance around.No sign of the t-rexes are visible. Wait. No, that's not correct. There are droppings. In fact... I lean in, taking in a spectral waft... that... that is mine on body! Chemically ravaged by the ass of a t-rex! If only there were a way, perhaps I could return to the mortal realm and protect it from these powerful beings. I lean in close to the remnants of my being, gooey, crispy, moderately sweet smelling shit.

I dive in.

Noticing that Fluxion has decided to stop hanging around, I simply make the poop reform back into it's original shape, but when Fluxion's emotions hit me I'm shocked. Distrust? To ME?! What did I do? Scared people are dangerous people, so I back up and keep a wary eye on him.

“My name is Luna, I’m kinda new”

She takes the chocolate just because she was offered and didn’t want to be rude

“Thank you, I’m used to some magic entities, just never seen one as a hot dog”

She laughs a bit

The hot dog wizard stirs.

"I exist in many forms, but I chose this form because it is fun! You may see more magical beings if you continue to stick around".

Anyways, welcome to the site! My name is RK and we're delighted to have you on board. I don't think this role play format is particularly popular because about 10 years ago, the site was inundated with Warrior Cat fans who essentially monopolized the forums to make role-play games that bordered on uncomfortably furry stuff. So we view anyone with a wolf or cat avatar with a healthy bit of suspicion.

Before making your own game, you might want to read some of the games we have here, just to get an idea on how people write choose your own adventure style stories on here. If you hover over story games, you'll see a drop down list with different categories of stories.

Here are some stories to check out:

Kobold Kebabs. It's a delightful cooking adventure where you play as Scratch, a Kobold Kook who needs to make an amazing dish for this meeting of dwarf and elf delegates. It's really fun, and I think you'll like it!

Check out Eternal, it's the best game on the site! Make sure to pay heed to the maturity warnings(the maturity levels are listed on the side), but it's a really cool story.

Spell of Slumber: It's a Sleeping Beauty Fan fiction story, that isn't exactly a fan fic, but more of a retelling. With high quality prose and really awesome worldbuilding, it's genuinely a really cool story for people who like fairy tales, and even if you don't, you'll still enjoy it.

If you're into horror, check out the Secret of Daphne. In fact, if you click on each of the categories, you'll see stars on the best stories. Those are called featured stories. Check them out!

If I listed out all my favorite stories, the post would get too long, but for now, read a couple and if you like them, leave comments!

The bunny stares.

"Nuclear proof hot dog?"

I quickly jot a note on my notepad to include a nuclear proofed hot dog in one of my stories. She turns back to Luna.

"Also, you didn't have to eat the chocolate. I understand not wanting to be rude, but I do want you to turn things down if you don't like them. From me, that is. I have no idea how others might react to... rejection sounds like the wrong word for this."

She glanced over at Avo

“Nah it’s alright, I’d never had it before and am willing to try something new, other than the different taste, didn’t mind it.”

She pulled her thin hoodie over her head, letting her hair fall in front, it had faux wolf ears on the top.

“Besides, you seem nice, better than some people I’ve run into during my life” She added Shyly and smiled

I smile.

"Eh, sometimes people can be a bit of a pain or straight up mean."

I look at her wolf ears.

"Cool! We don't have many of those around here. None, actually unless I missed someone wolf eared. Actually, I think I'm also the first person with giant bunny ears. By the way, I noticed your story. You have 6 cats?! Or more?!?!"

“Very true”

She smiles

“Thank you. A lot of people hate my ears, but I love yours!”


Yes! I have 6 cats inside, one is possibly still a foster, as she’s still kinda small rn. And a have a cat that I feed outside. 4 out of the 6 indoor my husband and I raised from babies. Bottlefed, stimulated and everything, so they are pretty much our children XD

My smile widens.

"You're a lot more fun than most people. Except RK, I'd never insult RK or say someone's better than him in any way. Unless he's gotten a lot worse. RK's nice and helpful. And you're nice. I really like cats, but have never met someone with THAT many cats. Not a bad thing."

I somehow manage to stick my whole arm into my tiny pocket and rummage for a bit. When I've gotten what I was looking for, I pull it out.

The cat I pull out is black, with white tipped ears, tail, and white paws. Her eyes shine emerald green and her collar says Raven on it. I smile and put her down.

"My cat, Raven."

Then I quickly put her away.

"Someone takes her as a warrior cat she's dead, can't keep her out very long."

I gasp

“Oh my gosh she’s so cuteee!!!! I have a little companion as well”

I whistle and the leaves on the floor start crackling and a small wolf pup trots out, tail in the air all happy like

“This is Moon, I found her alone with no family a while back”

I frown at the thought of Ravens situation

“Really sucks that people would kill her just for that reason, I mean looks like she couldn’t hurt a fly!”

I laugh

"I know, right? This place though as an awful and dark history with cats so I kind of get it. Raven's the cat I usually use whenever I'm a cat in some way. She's the main character in my stories, if I shape shift into her in a game I take her appearance, ect. Although, she can actually fight pretty well. At least, she'll give you some nasty scratches if you mess with her.

Moon's so cute! Do you mind if I pet him?"

“Well at least she’s of use to you, other than being special to your heart of course!”

I smile, glad to have found a friend

“Of course you can, she loves the attention, almost like she KNOWS how adorable she is”

I squat down and start petting Moon.

"Hopefully you're actually good and stay. I mean no offense or anything, but I got along with someone else but then he... well lets just forget about him. Just saying I hope you're genuinly nice and don't get banned."

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

MIZAL! BE NICE! you apologize to our wolfie and let them be who they want to be on the internet!

I only had the most casual of disdain until the furry fired shots on a whiny PM campaign tyvm.

For the sake of future archive divers, I might as well clarify that this was how we were all originally introduced:

Thanks for making this image the first thing I saw when I opened the site.

He's come back AGAIN?! 0.0  Well it is less than a year later but still.

And this time I'm here to see it!

(Sorry I don't mean to keep reviving the thread I'll stop)

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! 

I'm actually just reading the interactions with Avo and cracking up at the idea that the furry wolfgirl is 30 years old. (It would of course be intensely creepy if that were the case, but I know a tween attempting pointless deception when I see one.)

I almost PMed you worried there might be the early stages of creepy ass fury grooming going on, but I suppose you would know far better than I. I was already a thirty-year-old man when I was a kid, so I sure as hell can't tell.

it's time to stop 

I never knew Sword Art Online can make people gay!

I stand facing the entrance to the DMV. Come hell or high water, I will get my license renewed today.
I carry with me a bottle of water, a bag of potato chips, two sticks of jerky, a half-charged phone, my wallet and my gun in my concealed holster because I’m a true American. I realize I’ve locked my keys in the car. I didn’t do that on purpose; I just forgot to take it out of the car in the rush to get here.

this is roleplay, right? If you actually left that that'd suck.

Why would it suck?

They've done nothing of value. Even their literal only visible action, "making a roleplay thread" was lazy and relied on others to do the work. Nothing will be lost.

And also there's still no way they're nearly 30 lol, looking at the posts here and the entire half page of the storygame. More than likely closer to your age. (Which is just as well of course when they were basically exclusively interacting with you, and gives them a bit more of an excuse for how they present themselves.)

Well first of all I originally misinterpreted what he said and second of all he's contributed plenty with the gazzete from what I know. He also has posted 3 story games.

You've misinterpreted once again, she's talking about wolf girl, not Milton.

Oh, I actually thought you replied to the wrong post and were going on about the wolfgirl lol.

No, Milton was serious, he's still trapped in the DMV and will probably die there.

Milton didn't even say he was trapped in the car, he can't get into the car because he locked the keys in.

Yeah he's fucked.

I'm sure he just emptied the gun into the window.

In a blind rage, I discharge the contents of my handgun into my car, forgetting to aim. The bullets hit the engine block, the side doors and finally the front windshield.

Is it at least easier to access the keys? Otherwise, I'd suggest you start walking home as it's clear your car isn't up to do you any favors.

Damn, that's rough buddy.

But don't give up, you still have options! The gun doesn't have any more bullets, but nobody else knows that. I bet there are lots of other vehicles there in better shape than yours. You just need to convince someone to give you their keys. After that, a straight shot to Mexico, and freedom!

I realize that I can still threaten someone for their keys, even if it’s just a bluff. At the same time, I hear a siren. It’s a police cruiser! Apparently the officer was close by to hear what I had done to my car. After parking in front of me, he promptly leaves the vehicle. In a split second, I match the concepts together and point my handgun at him. He does have a car after all.

He points his gun at me and yells to get down on the ground and surrender my firearm.

Don't do it!

A true American posts on the internet about never backing down!

I pull out my phone to post on Facebook about the situation. #TrueAmerican #Murica #Neverbackdown

The police officer fires his gun.

Roll.

Invisiclues

When I got to the DMV, I accidentally locked my keys in my car!

1. Well that's what happens when you're rushing around without thinking.

2. You'll need something to open it.

3. A spare key would be pretty useful.

4. Check your inventory.

5. No spare key, but you still have your gun on you.

6. Use the gun to open your window.

I just destroyed my car when I fired my gun at the window!

1. You really did do a number on it didn't you?

2. Whether you get your keys or not doesn't really matter at this point, you might as well reload your game and try this again.

3. Perhaps some practice at the shooting range might be in order.

4. What else can you do with a gun besides shoot it?

5. Ever seen a movie where someone pistol whips someone else?

6. Break the window using the gun as a blunt object.

Oh no! I shot myself when breaking the window!

1. Next time buy American and not cheap guns from China.

2. Loaded guns in general are always dangerous.

3. The answer should be obvious.

4. Unload your gun before using it as a hammer.

5. You just uncovered this clue to see if something funny was written here.

I just wanted to say that I understood this reference.

Avo/V_V, since you were nice and actually roleplayed with me, I will apologize. Because of all the hate I’ve gotten, it’s just not fun for me anymore. I’d rather just not do it than to risk getting in trouble for something I didn’t do. But I want to thank you for actually putting a smile on my face.
And I am 27. There’s a reason why my stuff may sound childish is because I have a disability that affects my brain and I like the stuff I always have since a kid. But that’s none of anyone’s business anyways.
But thank you to the ones that actually roleplayed, it was fun, even for the little bit. I’m not leaving, I want to finish my story game soon, I just have a life outside, taking care of my family.
Only reason I’m responding is to tell Avo that I didn’t just leave. So please just leave me alone about everything else

I mean it was pretty obvious you were retarded. But don't worry, you'll always be a child who whines about everything and makes up elaborate lies for no reason in my book too. <3

Your cats are pets not family.

This the chick that fucks wolves?

Local Retard Found Dead, Naked in Zoo

"She was definitely in her late twenties," authorities report.

This was somewhat fun, thanks for initiating it (despite the horrible reception by the community).

Many people here burning through their goodwill instead of writing games. 

Also freeform RP is still disallowed 

I don't want to read a game from Asuna. I would sooner exhume WIBN from whatever shallow grave in the Missouri woods Chris left him in, animate his rotting corpse, and have him write a 100k word sequel to Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Yeah but winter has now settled in my icy homeland and it's time for the contributors to distinguish themselves from the firewood 

God, this thread reeks. What are all you fags doing entertaining this and wasting good writing energy on RP? At least some of us have the self respect to be using their unproductive time elsewhere, like crushing school aged children at typing. The noobs don't know any better but come on! Some of you have been here for years, and yet here you are blatantly free form RPing in the forums. for SHAME all of you.

 

Speaking of typing fast, I should probably update that thread.

@Asunawolf
I challenge you to a writing duel!

You're just what I need, someone I can beat.

lol, are you that desperate for blood to make yourself feel better?

I'd challenge you, but slaughtering a child would be unsporting.

Asunawolf was on this morning though and did not respond, I am unsurprised because doing things to regain reputation doesn't really seem to be what she's about.

You should challenge a Warden, they need all the commendations they can get.

Wardens? Writing? Let's be serious now

I'm going to skin you

Write a story about it, if you want a real challenge.

Weren't you going to write stories about killing everyone based on a coin flip?

No. That never happened

What about that other project you made Sherb take all your points over, and then he kept trying to give them back?

That also never happened.

If it's a warden combatant Wildblue is looking for, then I'm always down for a scrap. :]

You're challenging her to the Thunderdome, right? If she continues to avoid you, I'd be willing to go against you. I would probably have the everliving crap kicked out of me, but I'd do my best.

I'm busy this weekend but I'd be up for it sometime after, my Thunderdome record has not been great so far and I need to fix that.

Works for me

I didn’t know if you were actually serious or just messing around. I’m not sure what all is involved in a writing duel, but I can surely try, might be fun.

Here's a link to the most recent thunderdome, if you want to have an idea of what it's like.

The two combatants will be given a set amount of time (usually a weekend) to submit a short story (2000 word max) on a prompt determined by the organizer of the duel. The stories will then be posted anonymously and site users will vote on which story is better. Whoever has the most votes at the end of the voting period wins the duel.

Thank you. I’ll have to take a look at this later as I’m a bit busy today but I appreciate you informing me

You must fight! Fight for pride, fight for love, fight for freedom, fight for joy. But whatever for, you MUST FIGHT!

Did you really have to?

Some people just don't want to see a good Protestant in charge smh

Zero percent change that guy even knows John 3:16. "Two Corinthians" in America.

Can't wait till his followers drink the special Koolaid.

Be sure to get yours in 2026, commemorating 250 years of American values such as FIGHT, FIGHT, and FIGHT.

At first glance I read it as 'Fight the United States of America'.

This is what is going to replace the penny, lol.

I used to be really into wolves when I was a teenager too, I'm sure it will be fun.

Did you realize dogs are much more accessible and are less likely to eat you after sex?

Okay I know this is bait but I didn't mean it LIKE THAT.

Anyway, I mostly just had wolves in a fantasy setting I wrote about, real wolves are cool though. We had Julie of the Wolves in our reading list at school and I also read White Fang and the original Jungle Book.