"It was a gentle whisper at first, a kind voice telling me exactly what I wanted to hear. 'Hello there Timmy, I can be your friend.' Soon the whisper turned into a voice, telling me all the dark secrets I didn't want to know. 'They're talking behind your back Timmy.' After that the voice turned into a scream, a howl. It started to tell me what to do. 'Get the gun Timmy. Do it Timmy.' The voice spoke words of my own, with a voice of my own.
That afternoon, I made them all see what happens when you cross me.
The voice never stopped laughing." - A meeting with Wrath
WHEN SUDDENLY, TOWER HIGH DEMONS COME TO YOU IN YOUR SLEEP! PEW PEW WHOOSH POW!
I'm not sure if I can finish my entry on time sadly... once I do finish it I'd also have to make a couple pictures of it and then post it up. But who knows. I'll try my best to finish it before the deadline.
It's too bad it was more or less the same theme as we had for the O.C.T., that turned me off quite a bit. But it matters little. The important thing is we get this thing kick started, and we'll be able to look forward more awesome themes.
Jay wrote:What if the ejaculate was artfully arranged onto the scanner before presentation?
I'd give you some points for effort, since arranging your own jizz can't be nice, but your chances are still slim.
"As I traveled across the wastelands of abandoned dreams and hopes, I came across a peculiar sight. Right before me was a giant beast that was much like the slog, lazing about in a slow manner, going absolutely nowhere, with small branches and thorns piercing it as if trying to slow it down even more. In fact the beast was so slow that I could have sworn that it wasn't moving at all. It left behind liquid waste on the floor with every inch, and gave off the most disgusting stench you would ever witness. Hands that I presume once belonged to man stuck out of its massive body, as if hoping to touch some sort of sunlight. I can only imagine how dark it was inside that mass of muk that was its body. The ground beneath me was similar in texture and color, and indeed that too was an obvious graveyard of mankind. It seemed as if none of them tried escaping this unusual fate. And thus I dubbed the beast Sloth. For it had buried man underneath its own disease. Every now and then the beast yawned, revealing bodies that were trapped inside. Such bodies did not even attempt escape, as if content. It drew nearer, and I feared that it might swallow me whole. That I too might become a victim.
I need to find a way out of this wasteland. Otherwise I may fall prey to Sloth.