Seriously Being unemployed effin sucks hardcore, Been putting in like 5 job apps a week at nearly any and everywhere rarely if ever even get called in for an interview and even then never get called back for second interview. add to that my unemployment claim is about to run out and I will have to file for an extension that who knows if i will receive or not and if so for how much.

On second thought it isn't just the unemployment its being fat that sucks too cause i can barely stand up for long periods of time (if I walk some while standing its fine but standing mostly stationary for more than 5 minutes and my ankles arches heels and everywhere else on my feet start to give way and yea Painful as hell.

I have a feeling that my weight is part of the reason i never get a call back for second interview too. Effin pisses me off.

Sorry ya'll just needed to rant for a few bout this.

::::copied from Keroascrazy's journal:::
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3360527/

My youngest cat, Raven has developed a persistent boner (comes and goes, but it seems like its pretty sustained) and he keeps runing into the litterbox, but nothing comes out.
Im pretty sureits a urinary tract infection, and I Know that if I don't havemy cat seenby a vet he could die.and pretty quick too, of verybad things..
but I don't have the 100+ dollars that its going to take to see a vet.
Not until monday, anyway, and that might be way to late.
Im worried, and Im asking for help, please repost this journal, relink it, and if you ahve anything to spare please donate to help save my kitty ;-;
Maybe Im over reacting, but...Im usually right when it comes to animals.
If anyone can spare a donation my paypal is: Codename007[at]msn.com
I thank you in advance for anything you can do.

Please help her out in any way you can.
I would but currently unemployed and seeking work so lacking the funds to do so. Hopefully I'll get a job i have an interview for later today.
If so i will be pitching in what i can.

Since fender had to go and shout the magic word i must now begin singing

DECEMBER WEEN DECMBERWEEN YOU'RE 55 DAYS AFTER HALLOWEEN!!!!

WITH BUNNIES RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES

I WISH THIS ONE WAS SUPER SIZED

DECEMBERWEEN DECEMBERWEEN COACH Z'S BEEN DRINKING LISTERINE!!

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http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2206662/

win some stuff from the peoples at custom metal collars, check it out.

Well just thought i would post a new journal since it has been a while. well life is going well okay i guess.moved back to the country in the midde o' nowhere with my mom. started to diet on weight watchers and had a wisdom tooth pulled. anyways that's pretty much all with me.

During the first few days of the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996, a peak of deaths appeared in the age group of 10-15.

The children were usually found dead through suicide, usually by hanging or jumping from heights. However, some were more odd. A few cases recorded children who had began sawing off their limbs, others sticking their faces inside the oven, and chocked themselves on their own fist, shoving their own arms down their throat.

The few children who were saved before killing themselves showed sporadic behavior. When asked why they were going to hurt themselves they only answered in chaotic screams and scratched at their own eyes. When showed what seemed to be the connection to this attitude, the gameboy, they had no response, but when combined with either Pokemon Red or Green, the screams would continue, and they would do their best to leave the room it was located in.

This confirmed the authorities suspicion that the games, somehow, had a connection to these children and the deaths. It was a strange case, because many children who had the same games did not show this behavior, but only a few. The police had no choice but to pursue this, since they had no other leads.

Collecting all the cartridges these children had purchased, they kept them sealed away as strong evidence to look over later. They decided the first thing to do was to talk to the programmers themselves. The first person they met was the director of the original games, Satoshi Tajiri. When told about the deaths surrounding his games, he seemed slightly uneasy, but admitted nothing. He lead them to the main programmers of the game, the people responsible for the actual content.

The detectives met Takenori Oota, one of the main programmers of the game. Unlike Satoshi, he did not seem uneasy, but very kept. Explaining that it was impossible to use something like a game to cause such deaths, and also bringing up the point that not all the children were affected, he brushed it off as some kind of odd coincidence or mass hysteria. It seemed like he was hiding something, but he wasn’t giving way. Finally, he did say something interesting.

Takenori had heard a rumor going around that the music for Lavender Town, one of the locations in the game, had caused some children to go ill. It was only a rumor, and had no real definite back up, but it was still something to look into.

He directed the detectives to Junichi Masuda, the music composer of the series. Masuda had also heard of these rumors, but again said they had no evidence that his music was the cause. Even to prove a point he played the exact song from the game completely through with no effects to anyone, the detectives nor Masuda himself, feeling anything different or odd. Although they still had their suspicions of Masuda and the music of Lavender town, it seemed they had reached another dead end.

Going back to the cartridges they had seized from the homes of the children, they decided to take a slightly more direct look at the games. They knew that it was these games that gave the children the ill effects, so they took extreme caution. Popping in the cartridge and turning the console on, the game screen booted. The title screen appeared, and the option to continue or create a new game appeared.

When they chose to continue the game, stats of that game appeared. They saw the names of the children who had played, usually “Red” or another simple name. However, the interesting thing was the time played and the number of Pokemon they owned. On every game, the time was very low, and all of them had only a single Pokemon in their inventory. They came to the stunning reality that it could not have been the music from Lavender town that had caused such ill effects in the children, since it was impossible to reach that part of the game in such small amount of time and with only one Pokemon in their inventory. This brought them to the conclusion that something early on in the game had to be the cause.

If it wasn’t the music, nor the title screen, it had to be something within the first few minutes of the game itself. They had no choice but to turn off the game now and go back to the programmers. Asking for a list of all the programmers from Takenori, they found, surprisingly, that one of the programmers had committed suicide shortly after the game was released. His name was Chiro Miura, a very obscure programmer who had provided very little for the game. Even more interestingly, he had requested his name did not appear in the credits of the game, and so it was not.

Looking over the evidence found at Chiro’s apartment, they found many notes written in bold marker. Most of it was crumbled, or marked out, making it very difficult to read. They few words they could find in the mess was “Do not enter”, “Watch out” and “COME FOLLOW ME” in bold. The detectives were unsure what these meant, but knew they had to have a connection. Further searching, they discovered Chiro was good friends with one of the map designers, Kohji Nisino, and this was probably the only reason Chiro had given a part in making the game.

Kohji Nisino, since the release of the game, had locked himself in his apartment, barely leaving in the dark of night to fetch anything he might need. He told his friends and family he was mourning for his dear friend Chiro, but they didn’t believe this, since Nisino had locked himself up the day the game was put in stores, a few days before Chiro had killed himself.

It was troubling, but the authorities finally persuaded Nisnino to sit down and speak with them. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days, dark rings under his eyes. He stunk, his nails had grown black and his hair was greasy, sticking to his forehead and neck. He spoke in stutters and murmurs, but at least he had something to say.

When asked if he knew anything about the children who had died after exposure of the game and if it had any connection to the game, he answered them seemingly carefully, choosing his words thoughtfully before answering. He told them that his friend Chiro had an interesting idea with the game, something he had wanted to try since he heard the project was starting. Nisino himself knew Takenori, the director and main programmer, for a long time, so he could easily get a mediocre programmer in on the project with a little persuasion. It seemed Chiro had convinced Nisino to get him in on the project, and it had worked.

The detectives knew they were on to something. This unknown obscure programmer, Chiro, had to have something to do with it, something... They asked what Chiro’s idea was, why he wanted so badly to have a part in making this children’s game. Nisino told them that Chiro never told him much about it, other than a few details every now and then. He wanted to insert a special Pokemon in the game, one completely different from all the others. It would serve as an extra, a kind of out of place thrill for the player. It wasn’t, however, Missing No. It couldn’t be. With the gameplay time recorded on the cartridges, it was impossible for the children to have time to meet that Pokemon.

Nisino, throughout the entire conversation, seemed to break down even more with every question. The detectives pushed him more and more, searching through his mind for any and every scrap of knowledge this man had no game and Chiro... and Chiro’s intentions...

It was when they asked about the notes found in Chiro’s home that he snapped. From under the couch Nisino was sitting on he whipped out a pistol, pointing it straight at the police while backing away a few steps. Then, just as quickly, he brought the pistol to his face.

“Don’t follow me...” muttered Nisino as he stuck the pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. It was too quick for the police to react. It was done. Nisino had killed himself, repeating slightly differently what was written on one of Chiro’s papers...

It seemed all leads had finally died. The team who had created this original game were splitting up, becoming harder to find. It was as if they were keeping a secret. When the police finally managed to talk with anyone who had parts in the game, even the obscure character designers or monster designers, it seemed they had nothing of interest to say. Most of them didn’t even know Chiro, and the few who did only seen him once or twice working on the game itself. Throughout all of this the only confirmation they had was that Chiro was indeed the one who had worked on the very early parts of the game.

It had been a couple of months after the original children suicides and the death rate had dropped dramatically. It seemed that the game was no longer giving any ill effects to any children. The call back of the games that was planned was canceled, since it seemed the game was no longer harming any children. They had began to think that maybe Takenori was right and it was all just a very odd coincidence or mass hysteria... Until they received the letter.

It was given to one of the detectives himself, quite directly out on the street. It was a woman who gave him the note, a very frail, thin, sick looking thing. She gave him the letter quickly, telling him it was something he needed to see, and without waiting for a response or another word, she disappeared into the crowd. The detective brought it to his office, and calling the others in, he brought it out and read it aloud.

It was a letter written by Chiro himself, but it wasn’t one found at his apartment. They had throughly searched and cleared out the place, so wherever this letter had come from, it wasn’t kept at his home. It was signed to be given to Nisino. It started off quite formal, a hello, how are you, regards to the family, and such. After one or two of these normal paragraphs, they reached a section that requested Nisino to get him into the game team, to get him a programming position in Pokemon Red and Green.

As the letter continued, the handwriting seemed to grow more jittery. He talked about a glorious idea he had, a way to program something unseen in any game before. He said it would certainly revolutionize not only the gaming industry, but everyone. He went on to say that it was a very simple procedure to program this idea into the game. He did not even have to add any foreign programming, but could use what was already given in the game itself. This would, the detectives agreed, make it impossible to notice any obscurities in the programming itself. It was a perfect way to hide whatever this was.

The letter ended abruptly. There was no goodbye, no say hi to the family, no write back, or thank you. Nothing like that. It was just his name, written hard in the letter where the paper almost broke through. It was only his name. “Chiro Miura.”

This was the nail in the coffin for the detectives. They had no more suspicion about the cause. Chiro had programmed something into the early parts of the game, something maddening. To further increase this streak of success, they discovered that the programming team had worked in pairs, even Chiro himself. He had worked with another programmer, Sousuke Tamada.

If anyone knew what the secret in this game was, Sousuke Tamada would be the man. This was their final hope of unraveling this mystery once and for all.

They learned Sousuke had provided a lot of programming to the game, and seemed to be an average, good guy and worker. They were easily allowed into his home, a fair place, and they entered his living room where they sat. Sousuke did not sit, however. He stood by the window of the second story floor, looking out onto the busy street. He was smiling a little.

There is no direct witnesses to the events that followed. The only thing from this conversation that remained was found on a voice recorder sitting on the table in front of the two detectives assigned to talk to Sousuke. What follows is the unedited recording:

“Sousuke Tamada, what part did you have in the games Pokemon Red and Green?” asked the first detective.

“I was a programmer.” His voice was light, friendly, almost too friendly. “That’s all.”

“Am I right in knowing that the programmers working on the game worked in teams?” asked the detective.

One could hear the voice of feet moving on the floor slightly. “You would be right,” said Sousuke after a moment of silence.

“And your partner, his name was--” The detective was quickly cut off by Sousuke eerie voice.

“Chiro Miura... That was his name. Chiro Miura.”

Another silence. It seemed the detectives were a little uneasy about this man. “Could you tell us if Muira ever acted strange at all? Any particular behaviors you observed while working with him at all?”

Sousuke answered them. “I don’t know him that well, really. We didn’t meet up frequently, only every once in a while to trade data, or when the entire group was called up for a meeting... That’s the only times I really ever saw him. He acted normal, as far as I could tell. He was a short man, and I think this affected his consciousness.. He acted weaker than any other man I met. He was willing to do a lot of work to gain recognition, this I do know. I think...”

Silence. “Yes?” asked the detective, pushing for him to continue. “You think what?”

“I think he was a very weak man. I think he wanted to prove himself regardless of this point... I think he wanted to make himself known for something special, something that would make people forget about the way he looked and pay attention to the powerful mind that lay inside his skull.. Unfortunately for him, however.. heheh.. He didn’t have much of a mind to back up that reasoning.”

“Why do you say that?” asked the second detective.

“Well it’s the simple truth,” answered Sousuke quickly. His feet could be heard moving across the tiled floor. “He was nothing special, even if he wanted to believe so. You can’t become greatness, even if you believe it. It’s impossible... Somehow, I think Chiro knew this himself, somewhere deep in there, he knew it.”

The detectives were silent again, not sure how to steer the conversation. After a moment, they continued. “Can you tell us what Chiro’s part of the game was? What did he work on exactly?”

Sousuke answered more quickly than before. “Nothing... I mean, nothing important. He worked on some obscure parts of the beginning of the game.” A pause, then a little more information. “It was Oak’s part to be exact. He worked on some of Oak’s parts... When he’s seen first, you see..”

“What else?” pushed the police. They could hear it in Sousuke’s voice. He knew something. “We know you know about the children and the deaths. We know it was Chiro who did it. He programmed something in the game.”

“What are you implying?” asked Sousuke. It sounded like he was trying to maintain his voice.

“We’re implying that since your his partner, if you’re hiding something from us then you could just as much be responsible for those children’s deaths as Chiro is himself!”

“You can’t prove anything!” Sousuke shouted.

“Tell us what Chiro did to the game!” they shouted back.

“WHAT I TOLD HIM TO.”

Silence. Complete silence.

“You want to know, huh?” asked Sousuke finally, breaking the eerie silence, but replacing it with his voice. “You want to know what is this all about? Chiro was an idiot. He’d do anything for a bit of attention, anything at all. He couldn’t program worth a shit either. The one thing he could do, however, was be manipulated. You could tell him what to do, and he’d do it. He wouldn’t even question it, he’d do it. Just to hear that ‘thank you’ when you received the finish product, that was his reasons. That’s all he wanted.”

Two clicks from the detective’s guns could heard.

“I could control his flawlessly. He’s a lot like Takenori... Of course none of you knew this, but I was the one who brought up the idea of the game, the idea of the entire operation. I just told the fellow what to do, and he followed me without doubt. He knows nothing, just like Chiro.”

A sound of a window opening could be heard, follow by the detectives.

“Don’t move or we’ll shoot!”

“Let me tell you about a mechanic in the game,” continued Sousuke. His voice was more rushed, but it still held that slyness. “Consider it a hint, alright? If you walk around in grassy areas enough a Pokemon will appear, and you’ll have the chance to go into battle with it. It’s a necessary part of the game overall, you see?”

“Step away from the window! We won’t warn you again!”

“At the start of the game you have to walk into the grassy area before Oak appears and you receive your first Pokemon, understand me? Under normal circumstances, it was programmed that even though you’re in a grassy area, no Pokemon will spawn... I made it different. I manipulated that Chiro, told him what to put in the program, gave him all the instructions on how to do it, and he did it flawlessly. It’s rare, but it can happen.. Stepping into that grass, one can spawn...”

“Sousuke, we don’t want to shoot!”

“Shoot me?” asked Souske, laughing at the same time. “Shoot ME? You’re as dumb as Chiro was! Once he found out the truth, he had to end it! It was his fault after all! He shot himself because of it! If you’re so determined to finish that case of yours, if you want to know, play the damn game for yourself! Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe you’ll learn the secret for yourself!”

A shot could be heard, loud enough to distort the audio. Sounds of screaming, murmuring could be heard. The table the recorder was on crashed. Ear shattering distortions. Silence. Then laughing. Sousuke was laughing, and then words. “Come follow me... Come follow me...” And then nothing.

The recorder continued to record until the tape ran out. There was nothing else on it. The police arrived on the scene quickly, and to their horror they discovered Sousuke and the two detectives dead. They had all been shot, but not after struggling. The detectives had been shot multiple times, at least ten each, before dying after being shot in between their eyes. Sousuke himself had clearly died of two shots to his chest, straight through the heart.

This game was causing a massacre. At least a hundred children were dead. Nisino, the unexpecting friend, dead. Chiro, the manipulated toy, dead. The two detectives, dead. And now, even the creator, the cause of this atrocity, Sousuke, dead. This game was stretching far over it’s original intentions. It was killing anyone and everyone who got involved.

The lead detective had decided to put this case away. He man who committed the crime was dead, so there was no longer any reason to continue the case. All evidence, all the cartridges, all the notes, all the letters, they were locked away, kept in the darkness where they belonged. There were talks about the entire thing, small conversations every now and then, but over the years even these began to fade away. Eventually, the case was only a memory in the minds of those who experienced it first hand.

Ten years passed. February 27, 2006 was the date. The lead detective, the man who locked away the original evidence ten years previous, was reminded of the awful event that occurred. Although he was no longer in the force, he still had access to files and was helped when he could. The reminder of the event caused him to look back, to open the sealed container that held all the evidence collected.

He read through the letters and the notes. He remembered the woman who had appeared to him on the street that one day and handed him that letter that lead to the change of the entire case. He wondered who she was, and where she had come from. Perhaps she was Chiro’s mother... or maybe Sousuke’s. It was far too late to pursue any of this. Far too late..

Sealing the container again, he saw a second one directly behind it. Pulling it out, he read the note on top of it. “Evidence #2104A” He opened it up, and looked inside. Filling the container were exactly 104 Pokemon Red and Green cartridges, each one in perfect condition, untouched since the day they had last checked them ten years ago.

He reached in and pulled one out, Pokemon Red. He hadn’t seen one in a long time. He didn’t know what he thought next, but he reached in his desk and pulled out an old Gameboy. He received it a long time ago, but it still worked. It was his son’s, but he had died a few years ago. His wife was gone too. That was then though. Popping in the cartridge in the back of the Gameboy he turned on the system.

The title screen. Then the option to continue or start a new game. “Tanaka.” That was the child’s name, the one who played it first. He was probably dead, along with all the others. He pressed New Game, and started a new game. It was normal, average. He walked around, talked to his mother, went outside. He started walking towards the grass.

In his head, he could still hear Sousuke’s words. Even though he was not there, even though he had never seen the man in his life, he could still see him, hear him. “Come follow me.”

He was getting closer and closer, only a step or two away.

“Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe you’ll learn the secret for yourself!”

He entered the grass. The screen did nothing at first. Nothing at all. It just sat there, and so did the detective, completely frozen, as if time had stopped just for them. The screen went black. and then lit up again, the iconic green background with black text appearing.

The lead detectives weary eyes grew wide. He couldn’t help but read out what was there in front of him.

“Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me. I miss you dad, I miss you my husband, I miss you so much.”

Tears formed in his eyes, falling down his cheeks. Screens and screens of text appeared and he rapidly clicked the A button to continue it. It was his wife and his child. They were speaking to him, calling to him, crying with him. They wanted to see him, they loved him, he loved them.

“I love you too,” muttered the man in a hoarse, scratching voice.

“Come follow me, become new again. We want to see you and hold you, and be with you forever and ever and ever and ever.”

“AND EVER AND EVER...”

“Don’t stay away. You can see us too.. We miss you.. Come follow me. We love yo--”

A black screen. The detectives eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. The screen lit back up, and Oak was leading him out of the grass. “Come follow me,” said Oak.

“NO!” shouted the man, dropping the game onto the floor. He quickly fell forward, reaching for it, bringing the screen back to his face. “Bring them back, bring them back to me!” The game continued on as usual, not responding to the detective at all. “My wife, my child, listen to me! Bring them back to me, I said!”

Voices... He heard voices, hundreds of voices. He turned around from his seat, looking behind him, and standing in his small room were children, many children. Some had no eyes, some had rings around their throats, some were burned all across their body. They were screaming, reaching towards him.

“Bring back my mommy, bring back my daddy, bring back my pet!” they all screamed out, reaching for the game, their mouths agape with horror and pain. “I don’t want them to go away, bring them back to me, bring them back to me!”

“No!” shouted the detective. “It’s mine! My family is here, don’t touch it!” Horror was across his face.

“Come follow me...” said a voice. The lead detective looked over, and in the corner of his room, next to an old desk, was Sousuke. He stood in the corner, tall, handsome, clean. A smile was on his face, stretching across his face. “Come follow me...”

The lead detective jumped up, stepping back, trying to force away the children crawling towards him, reaching out for the game held tightly within his hands. “Wh-what’s going on here!? What’s going on!? Where is my family!?”

Sousuke smiled generously. “I’ll show you. I’ll help you get away from them, you see? Just follow me.” Sousuke reached down, and opened a drawer on the old desk. The lead detective, pushing through the crowd of children, trying to get away, looked inside.

Siting there, covered with dust, was his old gun from when he was on the force. He had not used that gun in many years and had put it away, not wanting to remember the things he had to do with it. But right now he didn’t see it as something that caused pain or that killed. It was shining, it was light. It was something that could set him free.

“Just follow me,” said Sousuke, picking up the gun and putting it in the lead detectives hand. He formed his hand to hold the gun, then brought it up to his temple. “Just pull the trigger. That’s all.”

The lead detective turned around. The children were crawling at him, grabbing his legs and pulling at him. They reached for the game. He turned back towards Sousuke, and smiled.

“My family... I’ll follow you.” He pulled the trigger. Bang. His brains spread the wall as he fell to the ground, dead.

It was a few days before the body was discovered. It lay on the floor, blood everywhere. In one hand held an empty gun, and in the other was a classic Gameboy with Pokemon Red on the back. The battery had long died, and only an empty, black screen was left.

This was the final murder that the remaining authorities would allow. The last detective who was ever a part of this case personally carried all 104 cartridges away, and burned them all, making sure not a single one survived. There would taunt no more.

However, this is not the end of the story. The code was said to have survived, and was even passed on to other language versions of the games. If you have an old Pokemon game, you can place the cartridge in the back of the classic Gameboy, turn on the system, and roll the wheel who knows? Maybe you’ll learn the secret for yourself.

(((IF YOU CAN'T TELL THIS IS A HOAX STORY THOUGH I THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY AWESOME SO I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT)))

Ok yes i know i am listed as a writer and i have little to no writing on this site A thing i hope to change very soon.

prob is I don't know what to write.

ideas I have

Starfox Cole protocol: Starfox Halo crossover Starfox is presented in a startrek like way in this with more focus on the crew of the great fox rather than on the starfighter battles and such. In addition the Only halo elements brought in will be a Single longsword class fighter a suit of Mjolnir Armor the flood (via a few infectors on the ship and the AI unit Cortana. the time line for this will place the lylat system as a system in one of the more interior arms of the milky way galaxy and at a time frame thousands if not millions of years after the events of halo (basically its a tech crossover rather than character crossover.

Pokemon (unknown name) This is more of a fic based on years of Forum and IM rp with a friend of mine. the main group of this is duo of team rocket members One of whom is a young low level grunt The other a older Elite (initially given the task with her of Recapturing Mewtwo (begins shortly after Mewtwo's escape. Unlike many members of team rocket these two are honorable thieves who have a rule not to steal anyone's pokemon unless the pokemon are being abused by their master. The female member is a younger girl aged 11 and Is the younger sister of James who has a major crush on Meouth. The male member is An elite that was born into the team adopted by Giovanni's mother.he had a respect for what the team was back then and hates the direction Giovanni ha taken it He has turned it from an honorable yakuza origination focused on profit in the less than legit world to a group of criminal thugs. her Pokemon team will start out small (After all this is the beginning of her journey. His team on the other hand is one that is complete enough that he could face and defeat any of the gym leaders. His team consists of a fighting theme all pokemon either being Pokemon with Weaponized bodyparts or are fighting type.

Star Wars Republic Commando Sigma Squad: This story will focus on a special group of Clone trooper commandos being unlike the others Unlike the other commando squads this one is lead by a non clone The leader of his one is a Jedi who was raised on mandalore until he was about 6 though he went through jedi training he kept the fact that he was mandalorian and when the clone war came he felt that unlike the other jedi who made themselves above the clones he would join his brothers fighting and risking his life to protect them and the republic. Little does he or anyone else other than his adoptive parents on mandalore know that he was not born but came there from elsewhere.

Iron Fox: basically a metafiction work as it is the fanfic form of the comic that is authored by my fursona. this would follow the story of a operative of a spec ops group codenamed Iron Fox who on one mission discovers an AI enhanced cyberarmor suit which binds to him such hat noone else can wear it. from there he becomes a superhuman operative combating stuff that noone else can. this is my superhero story and is sort of a cross between Megaman Ironman Metal Gear and a few other things

Dragon Ball Generations: Dragonball series set in modern day featuring descendants of the Saiyajins and a few original cast members (Kurrin and 18 are in the place of Roshi as 18 don't age (cyborg) and kurrin has been drinking from the fountain of youth to continue the Kame School having became the new Kame Senin Dende is the only currently living Namekian on earth and has fully remade the dragon balls (Now they are slightly larger softball sized) Popo is now long dead and in his place are Twin descendants of uub their majinBuu Linage sort of reproduces via reincarnation in special humans who the powers of Majin Buu are passed onto and they serve as assistants to the Kami of earth, One of them is a female who took the majin mane Ubii and a male who took the name Ibuu. as for the descendants of the saiyajins there is very little saiyajin DNA left in them so going SSj is out of the question for now (trust me i will make it happen in time) these descendants are Chi-Li (pronounced Ky-lee) female descendant of goku and having been versed in the old legends and has had the nyoibio passed down the family line to her Her appearance is sort of an 18 year old Pan and she typically wears boyish attire; like her ancestor she loves martial arts and fighting and rather than fighting for hurting she loves the thrill of a fight. Like her ancestors son though she is extremely smart and even at times a little nerdy. She has a younger sister Yuk who is 9 and is sort of a goofoff. Vegeta's family line's oldest child in his generation is Jeans who is much like trunks was as he is smart and very protective of those around him He is 20 and is already the CEO of Capsule corp (the tech has downgraded over the years now primarily in the market of capsulized medicine packets and MRE type items and other portable survival tools. His little sister is 11 and is named Triks she is a spoiled brat with anger issues (yea she is basically an 11 year old female Vegeta)

(ok those are most of my fic ideas please leave some comments on which one you think i should try making first, and please try the ignore the egregious typos.

Seriously owning ferrets is the greatest thing I ever decided to do but also the most insanity inducing.These two little critters are just too cute but also just hyper as hell. Ima get some pics of them on here soon

BTW their names are Itachi (Itachi-kun, Tachi, Tachikun, Weasel) And Tatsu-maki (Tatsu-maki-chan, Tatsu, Tatsu-chan, Tornado) Itachi is a boy 7-9 months old and Tatsu-maki is a girl same age. both are descented and fixed. and I have now had them for about 1 month.


as a note both names are japanese Tatsumaki means tornado (bought her during a 1 day break between multiple Tornado producing thunderstorms here in Oklahoma.

Itachi simply means weasel as ferrets are The largest member of the weasel family i felt this was an appropriate name. also my online little sis wanted to name one of them Itachi.

If I get another ferret I will probably name him or her KamaItachi Sickle weasel, the name of a mythoogical japanese creature. Other names I have in mind are Goemon (named for the famous Japanese bandit and Hero in kabuki theatre) and sanzoku, hizoku, hito and other japanese words for bandit.

Just makin a shout out to Nami aka keroascrazy. The reason for the shutout is the great job she is doing on my Fursona art and kinda to pimp her arts so ya if anyone wants my recommendation for who to look to request a commission by She's my pick

This is my design for a transformation machine to create furries from humans (its primary Design is creating poke'morphs for team rocket but it can create any furry provided the appropriate DNA. This is basically an vivid and Uncensored description of the machine and the process it uses In addition there are two machines One for male and one for female In addition one machine thats more intended not as a Transformation machine but a recreational rape machine instead. All three machines are posted separately IN my Gallery as stories with Adult filters but this is a record of all three in one post. Anyone is welcome to Design any of these machines or Make art of their characters in the machine. Just give credit for the machines design to me and Send me a note or profile comment with the link.

Pokemorph Machine

(Female): The machine is suspended from the ceiling and is stationed 3 feet from the ground. the subject of the transformation is placed onto a Platform on her stomach from there a Stretchy Gelatinous material is stretched around and fastened to each arm and leg to hold them in place as the platform lowers leaving them suspended in the air facing down after securing them they several tubes come from inside the front and back of the machine all of them are made of a similar gelatinous substance that is porous and slimy. there are multiple of these tendrils and they can divide as the machine can detect physiological changes and adapt to the new spaces Creating a tendril that is inserted into the mouth Down the throat and all the way into the stomach in addition there are tendrils at the back end Two That are split off at a central point and one of those two splits further. One is inserted into the vagina and the other the urethra a the depths of the vagina the one in there split into two separating and winding through the fallopian tubes and into the womb ass a third stays thick and opens the cervix and enters the womb expanding to fill it to non stretched capacity. The final tendril is securely inserted anally and Goes into the stomach as well and Melds into the one from the mouth creating one long tendril that winds from mouth through throat down esophagus into stomach through the intestines an out the anus. this tendril raises suspending her as her arms and legs are more loosely restrained. From here the tendrils feed a mixture of Pokemon and human DNA laced Feed into the body that can be absorbed from within This allows for the transformation and as the body transforms further tendrils come into play to secure any additional arms or legs and secure the tail.to keep the body's muscles exercised through the multiple month process the tendrils will adjust the subjects position over time and will often move simulating a sexual like pattern as The act of sexuality is proven to be a muscle stimulant and the hormones and other chemicals reduced in sex tend o help the process along. Periodically The machine takes Samples of the female's proteins by Triggering the lactation hormones causing breast swelling and Lactation The machine then creates a milking pump that Sucks the milk from her breasts as tendrils knead the breasts to facilitate the process. throught the process the machine secretes a protien laced Saline solution into the body Causing the womb to swell to various states of pregnancy and also through the entire digestive system feeding the subject.

((Male) The machine is suspended from the ceiling and is stationed 3 feet from the ground. the subject of the transformation is placed onto a chair sitting on a Tendril of a gelatinous material that enters his anus winding from there through his Colon through his intestines up his stomach and out his mouth then ends by wrapping around his neck to secure him to the seat. There are multiple of these tendrils and they can divide as the machine can detect physiological changes and adapt to the new spaces. After this a few Other gelatinous tendrils come out as well which are stretched around and fastened to each arm and leg to hold them in place as the chair lowers leaving them suspended in the air seated and suspended by another tendril from the ceiling that wraps around the abdomen then around the thighs lifting and separating the legs before it winds around the cock and a tendril goes into the urethra and into the bladder. to keep muscles stimulated throughout the process and cause release of hormones necessary for the transformation the machine simulates sexual stimulus thus also collecting protein samples through ejaculation. throughout the process the Bladder is periodically filled with the secretions of the Tendrils and is mixed with the body;s own fluids creating a cum like mixture full of proteins and the transforming hormones that Are secreted through the stomach and the rest of the digestive system to feed the subject an cause the transformation. as the body changes aditional tendrils are created for restraints for additional arms legs or tail(s).


Rape machine Variant

Male: The machine is suspended from the ceiling and is stationed 3 feet from the ground. the user is placed onto a chair sitting on a Tendril of a gelatinous material that enters his anus winding from there through his Colon through his intestines up his stomach and out his mouth then ends by wrapping around his neck to secure him to the seat. After this a few Other gelatinous tubes come out as well which are stretched around and fastened to each arm and leg to hold them in place as the chair lowers leaving him suspended in the air seated suspended by another tendril from the ceiling that wraps around the abdomen then around the thighs lifting and separating the legs before it winds around the cock and a tendril goes into the urethra and into the bladder. THe machine then begins to work Forcing the body to endure an anal rape that goes all the way through the body and ends at the mouth going back and forth creating the sensation of being anal taken as well as forced oral sex of the deepest kind. meanwhile the tendrils at the thighs Begin to ply the User as tendrils Invade his cock and massage his balls creating a tight Sensation like a cross between having the cock sucked on and fucking a tight pussy.Meanwhile the Machine pumps the body full of Sticky thick cum like liquid forcing them to swell from the Amount of liquids within them the machine on occasion will pull out and let the body drain out in whatever necessary ways Masturbating them to a giant orgasm of Fluids and cum and letting the fluids in the intestines Drain through the ass like a very thick enema of cum. Depending on the species of the user the Tendrils will split to be able to restrain additional arms legs wings and or tails

(Female) The machine is suspended from the ceiling and is stationed 3 feet from the ground. the user of the machine is placed onto a Platform on her stomach. from there a Stretchy Gelatinous material is stretched around and fastened to each arm and leg to hold them in place as the platform lowers leaving them suspended in the air facing down. After securing them several tubes come from inside the front and back of the machine. All of them are made of a similar gelatinous substance that is porous and slimy. There are multiple of these tendrils and they can divide as the machine can detect physiological differences from the human default and adapt to the new spaces and or limbs Creating a tendril that is inserted into the mouth Down the throat and all the way into the stomach In addition there are tendrils at the back end Two That are split off at a central point and one of those two splits further. One is inserted into the vagina and the other the urethra at the depths of the vagina the one in there split into two separating and winding through the fallopian tubes and into the womb as a third stays thick and opens the cervix and enters the womb expanding to fill it to non stretched capacity. The final tendril is securely inserted anally and Goes into the stomach as well and Melds into the one from the mouth creating one long tendril that winds from mouth through throat down esophagus into stomach through the intestines an out the anus. this tendril raises suspending her as her arms and legs are more loosely restrained. From here the tendrils force a hick sticky cum like fluid into the body As if they are being filled to capacity by the largest orgasm possible. in addition additional tendrils come into play to secure any additional arms or legs and secure the tail(s) and or Wings.to keep the subject restrained through the long Rape machines Uses. throughout the rape process the tendrils will adjust the subjects position allowing the sensations of multiple positions. Periodically The machine takes Samples of the female's proteins by Triggering the lactation hormones causing breast swelling and Lactation The machine then creates a milking pump that Sucks the milk from her breasts as tendrils knead the breasts to facilitate the process. also the machine secretes a protein laced Saline solution into the body Causing the womb to swell to various states of pregnancy and also pump the girl with cum multiple times fillign her up to her wildest desires.

((this is a story I posted in the gallery but my friends who font have the mature filter couldn't see it SO Publicly it has the mature filter but Its now available for all to see in my journal))



A young person walked through a small team rocket lab building ON the edge of the kanto region's shore line. the agent appeared much like a grunt with a mask and 4 dark ponytail like hair locks coming out from under the gray hat she wore with a Dark blue team rocket jacket with a red R on the back under the jacket she seemed ot be wearing a yellow tied shirt with a spike on a small chain resting between her cleavage which was Slightly showed off. making it appear like the chest spike of a Lucario or a Gardevior. she passed a few other grunts on her way in most of the males oogeling at her a little as she playfully winked back at them. before she came to a door that was closed and locked behind a key card access. She pretended to trip and fell forwards as he aw a few male and female rockets walking by noticing how one of the cuter girls seemed to look her up and down she realized now was a time to act she began feeling at the door and pounded on the floor like she was slightly upset looking a little pouty as she Looked over. "Dammit!" She said lookign down pounding her fists into the ground looking sheepishly at the higher ranking team rocket female."My key card fell under the door when I tripped and I can't get it!"

The Rocket female waved off the others that were with her an she walked over and in an arrogant way looked at the girl."And why should I help a pathetic peon like you?" she said eyeing the girl over knowing that in her position of authority a rocket of this low rank pretty much had to do whatever she wanted them to.

"Um, because..."she said sheepishly "I'd be really grateful and I'd thank you a lot."

The rocket woman smirked as she took out her keycard and opened the door pushing the girl inside of the room and smirking as she closed the door and locked it behind her pushing the girl against the door before putting her hand on the girls shoulder an smirking “Well then how will you thank me” she said with a smirk moving her hand down and touching the skin of the young girls upper chest eliciting a weak cringing meep from the shy looking girl as she gasped and found the team rocket woman’s lips against hers and her tongue forced into her mouth.

She acted as if she was protesting for a moment then loosed up kissing the rocket woman back suckling on the tongue then relaxing her own and letting their mouths dance in a soft relaxing way letting the team rocket higher ranking woman ouch her more Moaning softly as hands roamed over her young body before the hat fell off as well as the jacket and her longer pants as she was revealed o be not quite human as the necklace was just tied around the spike in her chest.

the senior rocket woman gasped in shock as she broke the kiss and and grabbed for her Walkie talkie knowing this was Luccia An escaped experiment and known Threat to Team Rocket.

Luccia smirked as she wagged her finger playfully and smirked at team rocket woman, "Come on You were enjoying it so much just a moment ago, What's so bad about enjoying having a little more exotic fun" she said smirking this time having a little fun on her own being flirtatious with the team rocket Higher ranking woman enjoying watching her cringe about the stories she had heard of the rogue creation's abilities. while also knowing she had just previously been enjoying thinking she had been taking advantage of a very scared but reluctantly submissive girl. She was enjoying the fear and lust that seemed to compounding in the team rocket womans eyes as she now playfully kissed the higher ranking officer and gave her the same kind of forceful kiss she had just received gently wrapping her tail around the woman touching her letting her enjoy the other side of the fence so to speak leaving the woman breathless from the experience as she broke the kiss, the young woman now gasping for air blushing as she looked up at the aura wielding Pokemon girl as she smirked "Move along sexy, Get the others out of here, I have no quarrel with lower ranked Peons like your type.this building is all I want to destroy Just make sure the others escape;. by the way You have five minutes to evacuate." she said placing her hand on the womans head messing up her hair playfully before kissing her forehead. "Get a real job Cutie," she said with a smirking grin before knocking the door off of the hinges with a blast of aura energy.

The Lucario girl slapped the Team Rocket woman on the rear before she got out of the door making her look back blushing at the morph that could have easily killed or injured her but instead left her with memories she would never forget and giving her an opportunity for everyone to leave safely knowing that what she planned was the destruction of this research facility and nothing more. Knowing far worse could have happened and that this wanted Force she had heard rumors about was far less evil or dark than thought and more just a playful girl with a vendetta and a mischievousness that made her only able to imagine how things could have went if they had met under other circumstances.

Luccia then went to work Arming small Bombs made using concentrated amounts of her own aura energy against the computer banks of the room she had been let into Which happened to be a server closet. Meanwhile she took out a pokedex like device and plugged it into the server and soon it dinged a signal that it had finished downloading the data. Finally she put the jacket and Hat and other stuff back on and smiled walking out of the place non nonchalantly looking like a human rocket grunt again to all that weren't looking closely at her walking off as the Building began to smoke as a blast of aura energy blew off the roof then the building began to explode further finally blowing apart in a blue aura like fireball. as she walked off a while into a nearby area of tall grass then seemed to vanish in the same kind of liniar way that happened when a psychic Pokemon teleported.

Well finally uploaded the stuff I made a long time ago that I had on DA for the longest time.I have some other things as well on my hard drive somewhere and will probably upload them soon as well.

More importantly I am finialy working on a Story and sooner or later it will have enough material i can at least post it.