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 No.779

>Misuse of green text to notify the few board users.

>This is intro to before stated write-fag fic.

>This is also the support, suggestion, and general chatting thread.

>Use this to suggest things.

>Use this to say I suck.

>Use this to say I don't suck.

>Minimal clops to be had so far, but do not worry, they cometh.

>Pictures will not always be for clops, just additions to story.

I've spent most of this day, or I suppose yesterday, like many other days. I'm a graphic artist, and like most, I'm not well known. Meaning I get very little actual work coming my way. I woke up, drank coffee all day, worked on what I had, and then just watched TV all night until about 3 am like usual. Except the last thing I remember before waking up this odd, colorful field, was seeing a promo for some kids cartoon. I don't even remember it, it was late, and I'd be lying saying I hadn't hit the bong a little that night.

Now I'm in a grove of vibrant colors, in a very, wild looking forest. These trees are nothing like I've seen in real life, and some of this flora looks like it's from the tropics. I'm actually very confused. What more so, is I hear some clopping around in the woods. You heard right. Something with hooves is out there. Call me crazy, but I have this strange sense of dread right now. Like I'm walking into something I've seen a hundred times before, but for some reason I can't remember it. Going back to those hooves, which sound like they're getting closer, I can only think of a few animals that have those strange, shelled-in-enamel feet. Are any of them carnivorous? Nope. Are they defensive, or hostile? Well, actually a few are. So okay, stay out of it's way, and it will stay out of yours. But now the sound is very close, and in an instant, I start to run. Sweat is pooling from my brow, as I make a loud, mad- dash through this strange underbrush. What am I thinking?! This could all be poisonous, there could be traps, or much worse! Yet now a sound of rushing wings has picked up over the trees, and I'm overwhelmed in sheer terror. The worst has yet to come, however. A strange howl barks out at me, as what seems to be living bushes start to rush me. They look like wolves, but they're made from… Trees? Shrubs?…

 No.780

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My first thought is, “I'm dreaming. I have to be.” Until one of them slams me with it's claws, throwing me into a tree. I barely manage to get up, as it slashes at the wood, causing massive, horrid claw marks to be left as it savagely barks at me. My next thought comes from old conspiracy theories, of shadowed government agencies from the U.S kidnapping certain targets, filling them with psychoactive drugs like LSD, and the altering their minds. This only fills me more with fear, but only to be torn from my thoughts as one of these strange wolves lashes out and tackles me. It swipes at the ground, causing me to roll just out of the way, to be pinned down by another. It almost roars, as it then bites down into my shoulder. The awful, blood gushing noise, and crunch of bone, were only an accent to my awful shrieking in pain. It rips flesh from me, causing more screams in pain. I'm bleeding out, and wolves made from actual living wood are going to kill me. My senses start to blur, as I hear a feminine, almost child like voice, shout out at these barked monstrosities. “Get off of the poor thing! Bad Timber wolves!” The weight is pushed off of me, as I see a yellow and pink blur smash it off. I hear wood breaking, but it's the last thing I hear as I pass off from consciousness.


 No.781

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I sense chatting. Am I dead? No, this is a hospital. Am I dying? Well no shit, of course I am. Or was, anyway. I'm sore as Hell, and I hear female voices talking around me. And then I come to, only for my senses to be assaulted by more bright, neon colors. But I'm shocked. Beyond shocked. There are horses, small horses, staring at me. All neon colors. Strange tattoos on their backsides. And they're all smiling with an oddly human expression. I scream out, and then I feel fluid fill my IV, as I see another pony, in a lab coat, smile as they used, glowing aura to inject more drugs into my IV fluid. I'm numb. But their smiles fade as they see I'm traumatized. They speak to me, but I cannot even take it in. Horses. Ponies. Whatever they are, are staring at me, talking to me calmly; Consoling me as if I were a pet, and patting my arm. I'm afraid I could actually die of a heart attack right now, only to yelp as the blue one, with a rainbow mane, shouts to me in a tomboyish tone. “Hey! You! Stop dozing off, that's rude!” Oh my God it has wings. The yellow and pink one, also, ugh, it's so weird they have wings. I digress. It starts speaking to the blue one now. “Hey, Rainbow! Don't be so mean to the poor little guy… He's been through a lot.” The purple one is examining me fully, glowing aura on a pencil and pad of paper as she makes notes and drawings of my body. Only a thin towel is around my nether region, and even she unfolds that to make notes of that. Some of them eye me in a way that makes me uncomfortable as that happens, including the note taker. The yellow and pink one terrifies me. As the notes finish, the purple one tries speaking to me very slowly. “Hey. You. Yes, you. Can. You. Understand. Me?” I groan in annoyance, and shake my head. Conversing is my only way home, sadly. I speak in a pained, annoyed tone, which causes them all but this purple one to gasp. “Of course I can, you fucking idiots… God, damn it, I'm not an animal…” The purple one starts speaking quickly, as the pad and paper float up again. “Then what are you? We've never seen anything like you ever before, so excuse me.” I take a deep breath, as the orange one, and blue one, seem very offended by my choice of curses before. “I… My name is (Anon)… I'm a human being.” The pink one perks up, bouncing around the room in a horrifyingly, fast way. “Oh! Oh! A human? What is that, a new kind of monkey? Ape? Gorilla? Wolf? Puppy? Cow? Pony? Tell me tell me tell me!” At that moment, I faint again. This can only get worse until these drugs wear off. If they are even drugs. I fear for my safety in this strange new state of being.


 No.782

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That concludes the intro. Sorry, literally wrote that in ten minutes this afternoon as a promo. And now the support thread begins. As well as critique thread. Do not be afraid to sling insults my way, I'm no-thin-skinned little shit.




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