As some of you may know, I recently lost my job. I have been searching for another one but as of right now I have only one potential lead. I have been out of work so long I'm going to lose my cellphone service, my credit card payments are being missed and my bank account is severely overdrawn, my savings depleted entirely. So I'm opening for commissions to try and offset some of this debt while I look for another job. I will take any theme or kink, aside from scat, most watersports (discussable) and cub-play. Prices as follows:

3-5 pages $10
5-8 pages $25
10-15 pages $35

I cannot do more than 15 pages because I need these to turn over quickly. The way the work will be done is if you purchase a 3-5 page story, that means it will be at least 3 pages but could be as many as 5 pages total. No more than that, no less than 3. Payment will be accepted after the work is finished, but right before the story is either posted or emailed, at the commissioner's wish. There's no obligation with these and I appreciate in advance anyone who would like to help me out by taking a slot. First come, first served. Best wishes!

Slots

 dinfleetpaw 3-5 pages
 aiden85 10-15 pages
 otter_aka_jamie 5-8 pages
 charn 3-5 pages
 hidan Discussing
 paladin-777 10-15
 paradim 10-15 pages
 vertex01 Discussing

I just got myself a used 3DS XL so here's my code if anyone would like to be friends! As of right now I only have Pokemon Y. I've been playing it on my mate's 3DS though so I'm not new to it!

1263-6904-8709

That's how old I am today! Five years away from 30. Feels really strange. >.>

Don't ever catch gastroenteritis.


It sucks.


*goes to throw up more*

Anybody want to play? I have it for PS3 and wouldn't mind having some friendly gamers to play it with. My highest level character at the moment is a lvl 40 Axton. Drop me a line sometime if you'd like to play!

That's how old I am tomorrow. Happy Birthday to me!


Anybody who wants to give a gift just drop your slacks and put the gifts in the hole.... >;3

Hey there, guys!

As some of you might know, I have been getting back into the swing of writing, slowly but surely. My muse can still be fickle sometimes, so I came up with this little list so that I could roll a dice and see what randomly came up in order to get inspired. It has helped a lot, seeing what I can choose, and what raunchy shit fate is into, but I want to know what YOU would put together with these guidelines. Put together a few of these subjects and ideas and let me see what YOU would write if you were in my shoes.

*DISCLAIMER*

This in no way signifies a commission or request, this is purely for fun. I may, or may not use any of the suggestions made but if I do, I will give a poke to whoever made the suggestion on their page and give them an 'inspiration credit' on the submission page itself. Again, this is just for FUN.

*END DISCLAIMER*

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[SPECIES]

(Choose no more than two for each story, please!)

Otter
Kodiak Bear
Badger
Grey Wolf
Tiger
Kangaroo
German Shepherd
Rottweiler
Lion
Doberman
Panther
Fox
Wolverine
Pitbull
Dalmatian
Malamute
Bull
Rhino
Great Dane
Gorilla
Buck
Boar
Donkey
Dragon

(If a species you want to see isn't here, go ahead and suggest it anyway!)

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[SUBJECT MATTER]

(Just one per story, please!)

Cock Size Contest (two or more guys comparing penis size)

Castration (goodbye balls!)

Cock Shrinking (Either by magical, chemical, or other means)

Orgasm Denial (Either chastity or teasing during sex)

Caught (Caught having sex or masturbating by others)

Handjob

Blowjob

Rough Sex (particularly rough, raunchy and/or painful consensual sex)

Quickie (Wham, bam, thank you, man!)

Jerk Off

Rape (non-consensual sex)

Premature Ejaculation (Cumming too fast during or before sex)

Edged (Temporarily orgasm denied to prolong sex)

Ballbusted (kicking, punching or otherwise abusing the testicles)

Penectomy (Goodbye dick!)

Cuckold (Another guy fucking a guy's spouse i.e. cheating)

Circumcision (Goodbye foreskin!)

Normal Sex (Bow chicka wow wow)

Castration Threat (Maybe goodbye balls!)

Glansectomy (Goodbye cockhead!)

Cum in Pants (Overstimulated or aroused in public setting)

Semen Collected (Sperm collected for a scientific or other purpose)

Hypnosis (You are getting verrryy sleepppyy…now take off your pants…)

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[UNDERWEAR & CLOTHING]

(Feel free to add to this in your suggestion and to mix and match!)

Briefs
Boxers
Jockstrap
Brief Boxers
Speedo
Commando (no underwear)
Jockeys
FOTL
Hanes
Calvin Klein
Tommy Hilfiger
Lucky
Wifebeater
Suit and Tie
Kilt
Glasses
Jeans
Disheveled
Armor
Athletic Gear
Thong
Socks
Casual Attire
Naked
(If an outfit you want to see isn't here, suggest it anyway!)

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[COCK SIZE]

(No smaller or larger than this, please!)

4"
5"
6"
7"
8"
9"
10"
11"
12"

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[ADDITIONAL DETAIL]

(Choose up to three per story/character idea, please!)

Thick
Veiny
Blunt
Torpedo
Uncut
Big Balls
Leaky (Lots'a precum)
Large Glans (big head on that cock)
Piercings (Anywhere!)
Cockring
'Show'er (big dick even when soft)
Grower (big dick, but small when soft)
Large Ejaculation
Small Ejaculation
Blueballs (extremely horny, but hasn't gotten off in a long time)
Shaved Balls
Hirsute (Body hair with fur)
Hangs Heavy (Cock is floppy and flexible even when 'erect')
Musky
Sweaty
Tattoos (anywhere!)
Very Erect (denoting intense arousal or horniness)
Big Feet
Castrated

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[OCCUPATION]

(One per character, please!)

Police Officer
Fire Fighter
Construction Worker
Businessman
Athlete
MMA Fighter
Spy
Stripper
Gardener
Police Chief
Soldier
Bartender
Chef
Bouncer
Rock Star
Zombie Slayer
Space Marine
Knight
Movie Star
Porn Star
Convict
Prison Guard
Gangster
Butcher
(If an occupation you want to see isn't here, suggest it anyway!)

Decided to start posting new stuff to Inkbunny now too. I'm not moving everything over, but anything new I post will be on there as well!

https://inkbunny.net/Konubadger

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3755800/

If you have Progressive Insurance, you need to read this journal linked above and below! VERY IMPORTANT!

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3755800/

Something I did just to move my old journal down and done on www.signalpatterns.com


Understanding

You are willing to take the time to find out what's going on with other people, especially if they're in distress. You're a good listener, you don't criticize, and you offer unbiased, respectful, honest advice when it's requested. With a high score on the "understanding" trait, it is likely that you are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.
You don't feel the need to impose your standards on others or say things that, even though true, cause pain.

Scrupulous

You are an honest, fair person. You don't lie or cheat to get ahead. You treat others with respect and hope for the same in return.
You do not feel that you are above the rules that everyone else follows; you are definitely not willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead.

Assertive

You behave in a confident and forceful manner, take charge of the situation, raise your hand in class, stand up for what you think is right, and lead others. Among those who have a high score on the "assertive" trait, many have jobs in which they are valued for their organizational skills as well as their talent for supervising others.
You are not interested in fading into the woodwork, leaving everything to fate, taking more time than necessary to accomplish a task, or avoiding confrontation.

Cautious

You very rarely make a move without first considering the pros and cons and, therefore, rarely do anything foolish or extravagant.
You are not rash; you almost never act before you think and, therefore, rarely end up doing things you later regret.

Responsible

You fulfill your obligations and responsibilities, are true to your word, and generally obey the rules. While the majority of those who have a high score on the "responsible" trait enjoy traveling, they are usually very happy to return home — and don’t mind staying put for a while.
You're opposed to making hasty decisions, you don't insist that you're above the rules, nor do you feel compelled to color outside the lines.

Down-to-Earth

You think that many of those who claim to love art are just being pretentious. As long as something does the job, whether it be a couch, a coat, or a kitchen cabinet, it's "beautiful" as far as you're concerned. Those who have a high score on the "down-to-earth" trait often hold positions in which they have the opportunity to exercise their organizational expertise.
You do not think that having "good taste" is such a big deal, or even that there is such a thing as good taste; nor do you claim that you "can't live without" art, beauty, or good design.

Traditional

You understand that the road to success is to be a realist, understand how things are done, and stick to the program.
You do not feel it's your job to come up with new ideas all the time. To you, your own thought process is usually less interesting than what's going on in the world around you.

Organized

You like to think a task through before you embark on it. If it's the slightest bit complicated, you make a list (even if it's only in your mind) and methodically work your way through it. When you have a goal in mind, you're not satisfied until you reach it.
You are not one of those people who ignore the details, and you don't understand how anyone can get anything accomplished without thoughtful planning ahead of time.

Centered

You often feel balanced and on top of things, even when those around you are freaking out. You're in a pretty good state all the time, and not subject to drastic mood swings.
You don't usually react before you think; you're not ruled by your emotions.

Outgoing

You are more interested in interacting with others than in being by yourself. For you, it is a boring waste of time to sit around, alone, and analyze why you are the way you are.
You don't prefer your own company to being with friends; you're not so interested in what's going on in your mind that you don't need to interact with others. And you get no pleasure out of sitting around, alone, trying to figure out what makes you tick.

Today, my 21 year old cat died. I bottle fed him from a few week old kitten with my mom and he's lived with me my entire life. I was there for his entire life. He was diabetic, had arthritis and today he just stopped moving, stopped eating and drinking and lost control of his bowels. I had to put him to sleep. I almost lost him a few months ago, when my mom lost our house, but thanks to my family I was able to keep him with me. I'm glad he's not suffering anymore but he's gonna be missed.

So much.

Anybody I know still playing it actively? I know a couple of friends who still are but I'm still trying to decide whether or not I want to join it again. Any suggestions? Lemme know if you play!

Yesterday, my mother got a call from the bank about her house mortgage. She was behind on payments because my uncle and grandmother who live with her both lost their jobs and became disabled, so she wasn't able to pay the mortgage like she was supposed to. They called her today and told her they had foreclosed on the house and already sold it to someone else, and that she, my uncle and my grandmother have to be out in 2-3 weeks. The house was supposed to be my inheritance, and where I was planning on living with my mate, as my mom is living with her partner full-time now. I'm living with relatives elsewhere, but now I am staying with them permanently, as I don't have any other choice at the moment, being unemployed again and back in Tennessee. They never gave my mother any kind of notice, nor any kind of chance to fight it. She believes she's been railroaded and we're considering legal action because they never tried to give her any kind of notice of foreclosure or anything of the sort, written or phone call, even though she had stayed current on her contact information and had already made payment arrangements with the bank in the past. I really don't know what to think of the situation, I guess I just needed to vent it out. My dog of 10 years is going to the animal shelter because I have no where else to put him. He's about to be 11 years old, and I've had him since he was 11 weeks old. My nineteen year old cat may have to go with him. That's the worst part. I've had these animals for huge chunks of my life and now because of the bank's decisions, I'm about to lose them.

post the symbol, let me know what you think about me

SINGLE OR NOT put this as your journal & see what you get

♥ = I want a relationship with you

C: = I'm falling for you

:3 = I miss you

;] = i really like you

:* = I want to kiss you

:< = I hate you

: X = I like you

O: = I like you but im in a relationship

:/ = I like you but your in a relationship

:] = You're cute

</3 = I regret leaving you

:b = We should get to know each other

;^) = We should hang out

<3 = I love you.. \o//

<:^ = i want to know you

@FT@=*stalk*

eue= You're hot

<:3 = You're a great friend

^_^ = We're friends

^.^ = We're best friends

>;3 = I want you on top

>:3 = I want on top

Well Saturday is rapidly approaching and our move is about to occur. I'll be living back in TN for a good while, with my mate. We're going to be ok, and the lack of stress from work has freed up some of my creativity again. That's right, the stories are flowing again, not freely but definitely improved. SO! we come to the real reason I posted this journal.

As some of you know, I'm stuck behind a gen 1 iPad with a keyboard dock to use as a computer, and that's not going to change for awhile. I can't upload anything to FA with it, so here is my thinking for anyone who wants to see anything new from me. An email mailing list! I created a special email account where I can send and recieve emails from regarding new stories. If you want to be added to this list, note me, comment to this journal or send an email with your email address to--

badgeryarns[at]gmail.com

along with the type of content you want to see from me. I know I have a wide range of watchers who watch for different reasons, some want castration stuff, others just like plain sex. You can specify what types of stories you want to see (not requests, just 'genres') so I can tailor your experience to what you want to see from me, not just a blanket email submission that may or may not be to your liking.

A little blurb based on a dream I had last night about 5AM. Enjoy. Hopefully this is the first crack in my writer's block.




The midday sun beat down on Valon's back and shoulders, warming his dark fur as the warrior wolf stripped out of his armor beside the clear waters of the woodland pool. A slow running river poured over an outcropping of rocks, creating the clear spring in a small clearing of trees. The large black wolf had been traveling for a few days, and was looking forward to his bath. Piece by piece, he took off his leather plates and chainmail undershirt, until he was standing in nothing but his leather trousers. His muscular form was marked with pink scars where the fur would not grow in, souvenirs collected from years of fighting as a mercenary.
Glancing around himself, Valon began to unbuckle his belt and loosen the ties of his trousers, letting the leather drop down his legs slowly to pool around his broad footpaws. His boxers were damp with sweat, the linen clinging to his thighs and manhood like a film. He could smell his own musk, riper than what he normally liked after traveling for several days without a wash. He wrinkled his nose, peeling his boxers off and tossing them over a tree limb with the rest of his under-clothing. He stood for a moment on the banks of the pool, feeling the warm sun pouring down over him, heating his fur. It felt good on his travel-sore muscles and pleasantly heated his sheath and furry balls, making them sag just that much more.
The wolf stepped into the cool water, the change in temperature making his body shiver a bit as he slid into the pool. The water was just deep enough toward the middle of the pond that he had to tread water, but shallow enough toward the edges that he could stand and wash himself. Valon had a bar of soap in his paws, an herbal concoction that his sister, an apothecary, had made for him. It had the added bonus of helping fresh wounds to heal faster. Valon didn't know if it worked or not, all he knew was that it got his sweaty, road-dusty fur clean again.
A cloud of dirt formed in the water as the wolf cleaned himself, sudsy foam floating across the surface. It felt good. Valon worked the bar over his soapy form, his chest, arms, shoulders, neck, then down the front of his toned abs to his sheath and nuts. He grunted, his tongue lolling out a bit as he rubbed the slippery bar over his pudgy sheath and cupped his testicles with it, rubbing them firmly. The stimulation reminded the big wolf warrior just how long it had been since he had had any satisfaction, his overly-full balls complaining at his firm touch, sensitive and sore. His thick sheath pudged up even more, the reddish tip of his cock poking out of its protective cover. He grunted, pulling back his sheath as his cock swelled up and out, erection growing eagerly under his touch. He tried to focus on washing, but he soon found himself pumping his soapy fist up and down along his solid hard-on despite his efforts to resist. It felt good, the soap had softened his calloused pawpads and made them slick, adding to the sensation as they slid over the swollen sensitive skin of his wolf-cock, his knot a hard bump against the bottom of his wrist on each down stroke.
After a moment he let go, putting his paws on his hips and arching his back, thrusting his twitching bone toward the sky and letting the noonday sun beat down on his naked skin, heating the already hot flesh even more. It felt so good. The heat made his balls churn that much more, and the big wolf knew there was no going back now. His footpaws were sinking in the silty bottom of the pond, however, so he dove forward into the water. A shiver passed over him as the cool water caressed his hot hard dick, his member not going down an inch even as the coolness gripped it. Valon swam over to where the waterfall coursed over the rocks and found a smooth flat one that hugged the side of the outcrop, an almost-secluded little nook in the side of the waterfall. He sat on it, pushing his back against the side of the cliff and resting his footpaws on a rock in front of him. It was comfortable enough. Valon looked down at his erection, grinning to himself as he took it in his paws again, his tightened balls cupped with one palm as the wolf began to remember the last time he had had a partner.
Two weeks ago, Valon had been in a fishing village near the sea, looking to buy a boat to take him up the coast. While there he had met the strong young son of the village chief, an otter named Bovic. Bovic was a master fisherman, even though he was a young man, showing a natural talent for living on the sea even greater than his species was known for. Valon grinned wider as he remember too the strong young otter's aptitude for sucking cock as well. The nights they had spent together had been intense, the horny young otter's sexual appetite often exhausting Valon's own strong libido, leaving the wolf to drift asleep beside the otter as he jacked himself off a time or two before falling asleep himself. Bovic never minded that, he knew he had a ravenous libido. Valon had almost been disappointed when his boat had been finished being built and it was time for him to leave.
Those memories flooded back one by one, leaving the wolf to pant and squirm on the rock as he pumped his shaft, his paw having slowly left his balls to hang as he curled it around his growing knot, his cock swollen to its full size and length now. He trembled at the mixture of the water and his slick precum coating his fist, the difference in texture over his naked skin sending waves of pleasure through the warrior's muscular form. He flexed his toes against the rock, his claws catching on the rough surface of the stone as his legs tensed and pushed against it. He could feel his balls knotted to the base of his shaft, drawn up from the cold water and the nearness of his orgasm. Thoughts of Bovic's warm muzzle over his cock drifted through his mind, so vivid he could almost feel his smooth hot tongue caressing the tip of his cock. He mimicked it with his thumb, the cold wet water on his paw pad adding a jarring contrast to the heat in his memories, stimulating his pointed tip. He shook, the orgasm blossoming in his loins reaching its pique. Valon gasped, gritting his teeth as he grunted out, body jerking as his cock swelled and gushed a long white rope of cum across his abs. Spurt after spurt of thick white cream launched across his chest and stomach, his cock disgorging a fortnight's worth of semen in one glorious ejaculation, leaving the wolf gasping for breath on the rocks.
When Valon finally opened his eyes, he looked down his body and grinned. His cum was steaming on his belly, rapidly going cold as a thick sticky glob worked its way down the knuckle of his thumb. He squeezed his shaft, milking out what was left in his dick and then brought the warm blob of cream to his muzzle, licking it off. The salty tang of his own seed spilled brightly across his palette, metallic and earthy. He slipped off the rock into the water, rubbing his fur to loosen the cum from it, and retrieving his bar of soap to wash one last time. The cold helped soften his sensitive member, and it had almost completely retreated into his sheath by the time the big wolf climbed out of the pond.

"That looked like a good cum. Pity it was wasted on your belly."

Valon jumped as a voice spoke from nearby, his long lupine muzzle jerking to the side toward the voice's origin. He saw a large stocky badger leaning against the tree his clothing was hung on, Valon's boxers held in his paw. Valon blinked as he really took the badger in. The stranger's cock was out, jutting from the fly of his trousers with a stiff upward curve, its human-shaped head deeply purple. He was sniffing Valon's musky boxers.
"And just who are you?" Valon growled, unsure of how to take this lewd intruder's presence.
"Me? Just an admirer, but you can call me Konu..."

Just a little mass update for anyone I know who wants to know why I've been so scarce.

First of all, my dads (whom I have been staying with with my mate) Have decided to up and buy a new house, just for the two of them. We have a month to find somewhere else to live. Unfortunately, because the cost of living is so high here in California, I have to move back to Tennessee with my mother. Not a good situation there. I don't get along with her well.

Secondly, I found out a few days ago, that my job is planning to lay me off before I even had a chance to give them two weeks notice of leaving. They don't want to pay my assistant manager salary anymore and they're trying to cut costs. So I may not have any money to leave to Tennessee on.

Finally, I have had a TERRIBLE case of writer's block for months now. I cannot seem to get anything out of my head and onto the paper whenever I try to sit down and write. That coupled with the fact that I no longer have a computer, and the iPad I am using can't upload files means no more stories for awhile. I'm hoping this writer's block breaks soon, but under all the stress I am having, I doubt it's going anywhere anytime soon.

I'm 23. Happy Birthday to me. :D

Since the voting ended with a tie on monday, between Luke and Rudolph, I decided to go with personal inspiration and have Rudolph be the character of focus for the first chapters. It's a little late, but here it is, Part 2!


Rudolph the big bear came around slowly, his muzzle pressed against something hard and rough. He groaned, pushing himself up to his knees from his prostrate position on his belly, the ursine jock blinking bleary eyes. He felt dizzy and disoriented. As his eyes adjusted he found himself staring down what appeared to be a shop lined avenue, but it was a street unlike anything he had ever seen before, and he was kneeling in the middle of it. He stared around, crowds of...things...passing him as though he wasn't there. The...things...his brain couldn't figure out what to call them at first, were alien to him for the most part. Some were big, some were small, but they were all abnormal and strange. Wings and horns adorned many of them, some of them covered with fur, others with scales, some with just skin. Muzzles, snouts, pig noses, jutting tusks, multiple sets of eyes, every single one of them looked entirely different from the last, and none of them seemed to notice the big bear sitting there in the middle of the street.

Rudolph tried to convince himself that he was dreaming, that there was no way he could really be sitting there staring at....demons....passing him on all sides. Somehow, however, the bear knew that he was fully awake, that something had happened to him that caused him to be taken to...some other place. He stood up, slowly, the demons still sidling past him without so much as a glance. The bear looked around, seeing shops, with bright neon signs flashing back at him. He knew they were shops, even though the characters on the signs were not english. It occurred to him that he could read the strange characters, which unnerved Rudolph immensely. How could he know a language that looked like runic gobbledygook? The proof was there, however, as he stared at a purple and yellow neon sign that flashed "Zhevez Barbershop" back at him. Even more unsettling, however, was the fact that the sky above was black and starless, the only light coming from the odd neon signs and torches that lined the street.

Rudolph let his eyes wander the shops, as the demons seemed to be ignoring him for now. Another sign read "Pixdeg Nightshade's Botanical Horrors" and yet another blinked "Mystec's House of Gambling". The bear was nervous, but in a way, intrigued. The demons couldn't see him, he was willing to wager, since he wasn't from their world. So why shouldn't he explore a little...especially since he had to find a way home!

Where should Rudolph Explore?

A: The Barbershop
B: The Flower Shop
C: The Casino

Vote Now!

 Charn 's sister is in dire need of help. If you can donate or help in anyway go here:

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2579188/

Any help at all is appreciated very much. Please at least take a look and think about what you can do. Commissions are being offered, your generosity will be rewarded. Thanks!

Below is a story about four college jock buddies who visit an exotic shop and are transported quite by accident to another world of goblins, trolls, demons and other bizzare mythical creatures who all seem dead set on castrating the four wayward jocks! Will they all end up nutless in a new world, or will some escape with their balls intact? Their fates are in your paws! Each week on Monday a new chapter will be posted, based on your votes for multiple choices given for each following chapter. Enjoy!


The bell jangled above the old wooden door as four new customers pushed their way into the "Exotic Gifts and Magic Shop." All four were young males, a lion, a wolf, a bear and a pitbull. "Why did you wanna go in here, Marcus?" asked the largest of the four, the bear named Rudolph.
"My grandpa's birthday is tomorrow and he's into this exotic antique stuff." Marcus, the pitbull replied. He looked around in the crowded shop, odds and ends of every size crowding for space in bookshelves, display cases and on counters. It was a mishmash of weirdness everywhere he looked.
"God this place is creepy!" Davis, the wolf growled, looking at a dusty old taxidermy of a horned owl. He wrinkled his nose. "Who would want any of this shit in their house?"
"Creepy people?" the lion, Luke, offered unhelpfully as he poked at a massive 4 lensed contraption that looked like a series of magnifying glasses. It rattled ominously, as though ready to fall apart at any moment.
"Stop touching shit, Luke, I don't have the cash to pay for half the shit in here. I just wanted something small." Marcus growled, smacking the lion's paw away as he continued to prod the huge magnifying contraption.
The four college jocks all wandered around the store, looking at all the oddities. Strange things in jars, spikey brass contraptions with bits of glass or crystal. chunks of black rock and rows and rows of old dusty books. But in the center of the store there was a marble pedestal, like an altar. And on it there sat an open book, on top of a gold-edged length of purple velvet. Seemingly together, all four of the friends encricled the book, each one of them staring at it as it lay open on the 'altar'.
"This is a weird place for a book. Do they do readings from here or something? Like....preaching?" Davis asked, the big black wolf wrinkling his nose again as he stared at the open pages of the book.
"Who is they? Has anybody even SEEN a clerk in this place?" Rudolph pointed out, the big bear looking around at his buddies. They all shook their heads.
"We should leave, this place is weird." Marcus growled, suddenly the objects on the shelves looked less odd and more menacing.
"It gives me the creeps big time, dudes." Luke added.
"You wanna know what gives me the creeps?" Rudolph chimed in.
"What?" they all asked.
"That we all seem to be holding the edges of this weird book at the same time, and no one else has noticed." The bear pointed with his left paw, because his right one was firmly locked on the leather edged cover of the open book. The pages of the tome itself were scribbled with strange characters, indecipherable to any of the four jocks. But they were all clinging to the book with their right paws.
"Holy fuck, you're right!" Davis exclaimed, staring at his right paw. "And....i can't let go. It's like....I'm shitting myself here, but I can't make myself relax my paw!"
"Me either!" shouted Marcus.
"Same!" roared Luke.
And then there was a flash of light, a rumble of crackling black electricity and all four jocks were gone...

Whose Fate shall we follow first?

(a) Marcus
(b) Luke
( c ) Rudolph
(d) Davis

Vote now in comments!

I am trying to make extra cash and work on my discipline for writing so i am taking 3 $2 3 page each commissions for stories. These can be about anything, though smut is preferable for such a short length. If you want a slot, just note me with details of what you want. I'm going to try and work these in today for a quick turnaround. Get your story the day you order it! Two bucks for smut, gay straight and anything in between. Just trying to work on my writing groove. Hit me up!

1.  rufellen

2.  cheetahlover

3.  charn [complete]

Here are some things you don't see everyday!

A tweaker came into our store a while back and was so out of his mind on whatever it was he was on, that our conversation proceeded as follows:

Me: "Hi! Welcome to the Crypt. How can I help you today?"
Him: "My roomate man, he has some issues you know?"
Me: "...Oh? He gives you problems?"
Him: "Yeah, it's like whatever and shit. I can't even begin--Aroooo wuuf!!!!! (continues to bark and howl like a dog for a moment or two then walks out.)
Me: WTF?

Another tweaker came in and was so high he couldnt understand that he had to pay money for our arcade. He first tried to get me to go back with him in lieu of him paying, to which of course i refused. His teeth looked like mustard colored stalactites. Even if i had wanted a blowjob from him I'm sure there was more bacteria in that mouth than a shit-eating komodo dragon's. Anyway after I told him no he wandered around the store for a minute and then walked to the gate that seperates the arcade from the store itself and motions for me to buzz him in. And of course i repeated to him that he had to pay money to go back. He tries to crawl under the gate and promptly gets stuck. I go over and untangle him, pushing him toward the door to get him to leave, him mostly on his knees still, and he starts grabbing my crotch and trying to get my belt open. At this point, i drag him outside and dump him on the sidewalk where he wanders off like a cracked up zombie.

A heroin tweaking woman came in and bought six pillows of flavored lube and ate every one of them like ketchup packets and dropped them on the floor around the store.

Interesting stuff, huh? I never get bored!

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An update. I have a lot of work coming up over the next three weeks or so to make sure i habe the funds in order to support my mate's move here. I wont be online at all on IM clients and only rarely on fa to check on commissions for art that i have going. Comissioned artists: if you need to contact me send me a note, i will check fa once or twice daily to stay in contact. See you all when i see you, probably sometime in august. Later.