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Outgrowing the Convention
It was a fairly busy afternoon at the Westin hotel. Hundreds upon thousands of people had turned up for this year’s Anthrocon, and as a result, there were little to no rooms to spare for people who weren’t part of the event. Thankfully for two of the people involved, they had a room sorted.
Phil and his friend Dave had spent most of the morning checking out some of the artist events and other events at the convention, deciding to take a break for lunch. The two of them had met through the website Furaffinity, under the names of HG3300 and Rooth, and had struck up a friendship fairly quickly. It was due to this that they were able to arrange travel plans to the convention, as well as being able to share a room together.
“Well, so far so good!” Phil said as he sat down in the hotel lobby, looking over some of the things he had bought so far. “I haven’t even made a large enough dent in my wallet yet, how about you?”
“I’d say I&
Umbreon uses GulpTo everyone in the Johto region, and all regions beyond, Pokemon were everything to everyone. Capturing and training Pokemon were fun activities to everyone. What everyone enjoyed even more than catching wild Pokemon was using them to battle each other. But none of this was the case for a twelve-year-old boy named Noah. He was always afraid of Pokemon ever since he was three. His parents and older siblings loved them either way. His fear began when his father's Feraligator tried to help him get out of a tree, but accidentally swallowed him whole. He was traumatized by the event and even though he was assured it was an accident, he was still eaten by Pokemon as he grew up. His brother's Muk ate him up at his fifth birthday party, and his sister fed him to both her Arbok, and her Dragonair when he annoyed her. The straw that broke the Camerupt's back was of course when a Victreebel made him its prey when he went to visit his uncle. These experiences being eaten by Pokemon caused him to f
Gift for YOUNGFAN196752: Harsh LessonsJason Todd, the Red Hood shoved the two figures into the empty room. One was a young man, the other a little boy; they were both bound and had bags over their heads. He shoved the young man first. The young man was obviously of some means; his suit, stained and torn in a fight, was well made. The little boy whimpered as Red Hood shoved him into a corner. Red Hood then removed the hoods.
"Hello, Kane brothers, missed me?" said Red Hood. He kept his helmet on.
"You sonofa--" said Dr. Joseph Kane.
"Now now, not in front of your little bro! I see you're recovering nicely."
"No thanks to you!" Almost a year ago, Jason had nearly killed Joseph. Joseph had been making a remarkable recovery; Jason had left him crippled and nearly dead. Jason was surprised that Joseph was even capable of walking; then again, he broke Joseph's cane when he captured him.
A soft whimpering was heard from young Sam Kane, "Batman will save us, Batman will save us."
Jason turned to Sam. "Batman will save you? You sho
Town of FulfillmentBetty was driving through the highway and was entering a small town in the country, called Hidsire. She was going to visit her friend Betsy, who were both friends since high school, and became roommates in college. But after college they went their separate ways.
“Why would Betsy move to a town like this,” Betty said to herself.
Betty was a photographer for a fashion company. She was a 120 lb 28 year-old, brown hair, and had the body of a model. However, Betty’s plans were shattered, when many model agencies rejected her. The only job she could get was a photographer job. When Betty was driving through the town, she noticed that many of the women were overweight. They were above 200 lbs and some were being feed by men, who were enjoying this.
“What is wrong with these people?” she said as she stopped her red car in front of a house. Betty went up to the door and rang the door bell. “Betsy would never move here.”
When the door opened a blo
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I Should Have Stayed Home
“Kitty!” That was close to my name but… “KITTY!”
My ears perked up, fur frazzled as I was jerked from the ever peaceful realm of sleep. At first I thought we were under attack. I rolled off the bed and scurried to try and get underneath it. I was about halfway there when I heard the voice again. Clarity began to return after I had rammed my face into a boot of some sort. I hit all drives into reverse and pulled myself out just as I heard the voice again. The Human! Right!
So it turns out ‘Short Nap’ was a little longer than I had intended for it to be. My superior lieutenant intellect and training told me this—I basically saw it was quite bright outside and could assume that if the Human was back its job was probably over. You do some basic math here and multiply the square root of the hours the Human had been gone by the number of boots stuffed under that bed and you come up with the answer—it had been some hours
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I Set Up My Command Post
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. My invasion crew—we were actually labeled as a scout crew, but I’m pretty sure that was just a mistake in the paperwork; they meant to label us as the main invasion force. My point is I got to work fast once I had established headquarters. I had a lot of responsibility here as the overseeing leader of this entire operation.
There were just a couple simple things I had to keep in mind for this whole thing to be a success. The first was keeping all knowledge of my true intentions away from the Human. This wasn’t particularly difficult because Humans aren’t very smart. The current one for example had left me all alone after only a few minutes of welcoming me into its home. It had grumbled something about not wanting fur on its furniture, but I had ignored that. I mean, seriously. Having any of my fur lingering was a luxury. I was doing it a favor.
Maybe it could collect the fur fragments and glue them to itself
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I'm Struggling for Names Here!
For the record me and Cedric did feast on delicious cookies in celebration that night. Oh the feast we did have. Actually I had done most of said cookie devouring. Cedric didn’t eat many of them—not that I particularly minded. He was too concerned about carbs catching up with him or something like that. I on the other paw was totally fearless of these ‘carbs.’
Back to important matters, morning had come around and Cedric had gone off to work much like he had the other days. Once again I was alone with nothing of interest to do and no one to bother. To top it all off I didn’t even have any cookies. That made things significantly less thrilling.
I resorted to watching the local Human TV again. It had this rather antique remote device that would let me sift through channels. It was wireless, but that was about all that could be said for it. Human technology seemed to be rather outdated in comparison to our own—not that it was a huge su
I Don't Have a HomeImagine living in a world where you don't have a "real" home? You could go to any house, put in your key, and your "home" would temporarily be there. On every single key, there would be a chip that saves the exact state of your home and uploads it to a digital "cloud". Exiting the house would save the exact details of all your items down to the tiniest scratch, and upload it to a "cloud" computer.
After a long day at work, you could simply go to any house that isn't marked as occupied, put in your key and have your home downloaded directly into the house.
But some say that homes cannot change. They have to stay in one place, be around the same houses, be in one neighbourhood, where you know everybody and have a best friend.
Moveable homes just wouldn't be the same as their static, unmovable counterparts.
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