Bam!

“What the hell happened to it?!” exclaimed the startled girl, frozen in her tracks. She was staring blankly at the pitiful figure before her.

The poor thing she was staring at looked like it had just come from a storm… inside of Horntail’s stomach. Its fur was so matted and caked with mud, the original color was undeterminable. The heap of fur was slightly moving; one could hardly tell it was still alive. The only way the head could be told from the tail was the open muzzle, carelessly left agape with a pool of saliva already forming. The animal was easily determined sick – no healthy animal had yellow liquid dripping from the eyes. read more

Y hallo thar MMOTales!

As you might have noticed (or not, I don’t care, really), I haven’t been around.

Or blogging.

Or commenting.

Or liking.

Or anything.

Unless you play Simple MS! (Which, apparently, might have to be shut down, due to Nexon’s pissy nature.)

If you DO play SMS, then you’ll know me as either Wolf, Psycho, or Snyde. read more

Weeeellll. It’s about time for me to be moseyin’ on outta here.

As in, I finally did it!

I
QUIT
MAPLESTORY!

For good!

No more Broa, SMP’s, spamming of selling mesos, 9 year old illiterate drama, guild drama, people who can’t speak English, NPCs who can’t speak correct English, being tied to the NX cash trap…

NO MORE!

It basically went like this: read more

Lupine Dawn Part 2!

It’s hard to write two stories at once, yes, but if I get bored of one, I can hop to the other! HUZZAH!

The dazzling morning light had faded to an embracing afternoon sheen. The grisly scene of the morning was fresh in the minds of Jeremy and Crystal, who had spent hours dragging the dying man back to their camp.

The man awoke to the smell and sounds of a crackling fire. A familiar scent wafted through the air – the smell of charred pepe meat. He tried to stand, but could only muster enough energy in his broken body to twitch his neck. read more

Before you start reading, I have a little sum’n sum’n for you. Someone mailed me and asked the meaning of the title. Well. “As the wolf bites my heels” is a rarely used phrase that means something is CONSTANTLY nagging you, like a wolf snipping at your feet while you try to do something. In the story, it’s the war. It’s constantly ailing Larky and… friends. read more

Hm.

Hmm.

Ok.

So, since December 1st, my parents and I have been in a little fight. *huge. *catastrophic.

My computer got thrown. INTO A WALL! <333

So I lost all my drawings… my writing… everything. Except.

-holds up backup CD- ALL IT’S MISSING IS LUPINE DAWN CHAPPA 2. But no one likes that story or anything so I DON’T HAVE TO RETYPE IT! HOORAH! -confetti burst!- read more

Chapter 9, after… what, like, 5 months? Haha!

Expect people to be OOC. I can’t really… remember all of them too well. ^w^;;

ATWBMH – CHAPPA 9, FEELIN’ FINE!

As the elevator began its ascent, the thieves whispered the same memorized threat to each of the heroes.

“Do not move. Do not speak. Anyone who disobeys us will be terminated. You will not be killed if you obey our commands and come quietly to our temporary base. Your pets will be left here.” read more

Guh. Been gone a while. Sorry to continue a story everyone hated anyway, but I’ll write what I want, damn it!

Lupine Dawn, Part 1 – COMMENCE!

It was about midday when Jeremy finished his setup in the camp. The sun had risen by now, and the permafrost was shining and pure.

But of course, as with all scenes so pure, some sort of blemish had to occur. Luckily for the researchers, these were paw prints. read more

Four thirty in the morning. The warrior sighed, clicking closed her pocket watch. She took a deep breath, loving the morning air of El Nath. The crisp smell of snow still lingered in her senses as she entered her camp.

It was a small camp, only four tents were pitched, but it wasn’t sponsored by anything. Two tents served as rooms, one served as a mess hall, the fourth served as a research center. She entered the mess hall, preparing a breakfast for her soon to be partner. They were coming today. read more

I. Love. Halloween.

Cold nights. Pumpkin baskets. Candy. The spirits of the dead wander the Earth, and monsters run rampant – werewolves, vampires, zombies!

Picture this. You’re walking alone down the sidewalk, scurrying to your neighbor’s house, mouth practically flooding at the thought of his famed caramel apples. You trip while your head is in the clouds, cursing the developers of this neighborhood. The chill reaches beyond your clothes, your breathing locks up, and you can feel something sneaking up behind you. You turn, hairs standing on end. It’s.. it’s… read more