OKAY! So basically I've been neglecting my writing and Patreon since January. Was depressed cause I had to move and then I didn't have the time to sit down and write due to trying to find a job and now having said job where I'm trying to hard not to be stressed out!! Hahah!

The underlying case is whenever I go to write something I stare at a blank document and get writers block. Then I get fed up and binge watch youtube videos or start playing video games or something. I get very angry at writers block as it stalls my plans and wants, especially when I had such good plans in store for my Convention project before all that came to a crashing halt.

Luckily, Patreon has the ability to pause, so I've not charged anyone lately for stuff I'm not doing, but I'm still super angry at myself for not being able to give folks rewards due to being unable to write! Plus I don't have cash about to do refunds as I wanted to do!

So with Halloween coming about I figured the easiest thing to do to get back into writing vore and junk would be to start a small project. The original Trapped was done in about a months time, so this shouldn't take too long to get up off the ground and finished by Halloween or a little bit after!

I plan to offer predator/other spots as a YCH auction in the coming few days. This will act as a two-fer of sorts!

ONE: I make extra money for bills
TWO: I can use said YCH money to give patient Patreon users potential refunds if they don't feel like waiting on me anymore.

But, I'll be restructuring my Patreon and getting back to the Convention project in November! The restructure will cut back on some of the reward options so I don't get super bogged down writing endings for folks or letting folks bank a lot of endings, which in turn drags me down cause it feels like I can't get them done like I used to be able to! Basically going to make it a sort of tip jar based network that I can use to pay down debt!

Anyway, this is announcement for Trapped 2! Traps, puzzles, vore, transformation and who knows what else can be in store for your playable character!

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You awaken in a daze, a heavy fog clouding both your mind and eyes. The last thing you remember was being at The Academy and having a glass of champagne with those you trusted most! You and several others had just finished up the last test in the Heroes in Training program offered by The Academy. Everyone was supposed to go to a Halloween party commemorating the achievement after the toast, but you can’t remember anything that happened after having those few sips of champagne.

You sit up with a groan and rub your fingers gently along your forehead. You feel dizzy and a little nauseous, but you put those feelings aside to focus on the bigger picture. If you’ve learned anything at The Academy it is to always be aware of your surroundings and to make judgement calls based on what you can see and do!

As your vision clears you can’t help but notice the dingy, run down room you’ve woken up in, a single halogen light giving the room enough shimmer to see halfway decently. You quickly start to put two and two together about where you are. There’s a chalkboard on the wall ahead of you, a bunch of upturned desks surrounding the outer perimeter of the room and a lot of worn and torn motivational posters clinging to life on nearly every wall. It’s pretty clear the disheveled room you’ve ended up in is some sort of classroom. The place doesn’t seem as though it has taught anyone a lesson in a very long time. There’re cobwebs in every corner, dust caked on nearly everything, especially the floor you’ve been sleeping on and you can see partially into whatever room is above you as the ceiling seems about ready to give way.

A shiver runs up your spine as a cold breeze blows through the partially boarded up window at the back of the classroom. It’s about then that you notice you’ve been stripped of every bit of your clothing. You choke out a gasp and quickly touch your face, but let out a sigh of relief when you find your mask still covering up your eyes and muzzle. At least someone had the decency to not unmask you. You struggle to stand, legs numb from being in such an awkward position while passed out. You hobble toward the one door the classroom has but stop dead in your tracks, an overwhelming feeling of dread filling your heart and mind. Your powers are gone.

Before you can manage any preliminary tests on your superpower being gone a low humming noise draws your attention to the chalkboard. A white projector screen is lowering itself from the metal tube overhanging the board. That looks as though it’s been recently installed! You take a cautious step in the direction of the chalkboard and freeze in place as the light above you shuts off and plunges the room into darkness. Your training kicks into high gear! You relax your body and get into a fighting stance while remaining as calm as can be! For several seconds you anticipate an attack, but none comes. You do get startled when a beam of light fires out of some unknown device that’s appeared on the ceiling. The light widens and illuminates the screen that had previously been lowered. A moment later a familiar face fills the screen.

“DR. SPOTS?! You fiend, what have you done to me?! When the heroes at The Academy notice I’ve gone missing you’ll be in serious trouble!”

Your voice echoes around the empty room. The feline villain shows no emotion to your plight or your words. He just sits in a chair and stares blankly straight ahead. You shout several more obscenities at the jaguar on screen before he even responds to you.

“I’ll take it your done trying to belittle myself and the current situation you’ve been put in. To be honest, I’d love to leave you in suspense all night, but I’m court ordered to tell you what’s going on. At least to a certain degree. You see, some months back I was captured by Morpheus, as you may be aware of. After spending several weeks behind bars The Academy approached me in regards to designing a final challenge for some new recruits going through all that dumb hero testing. I’d be given a reduced sentence and avoid being put into the Stomach of Justice, as several heroes dubbed themselves. Needless to say, I complied with them in order to get myself out of that dumb striped prison uniform. They know damn well I look best in a spot covered lab coat…!

Anyway, after finishing the project, a couple heroes came to round me up and take me back to jail, a fact I’d pretty much counted on as you can’t believe the lame promises they make in the first place. Luckily, I had enough time and tools while working on the funhouse to manufacture a couple of devices for my own personal use. I escaped from my would-be captors, but not before smothering a few under my toes.

My escape happened last week. The project I finished for The Academy came in the form of a stupid and overly easy funhouse at the old amusement park. It is a test you and your new hero friends passed with flying colors. Of course, after escaping I decided to build another test, one that wouldn’t be such a pushover. Who to test it on though? Morpheus? Dominion? Another of my rivals? No! I figured I’d take The Academy’s best and brightest new recruit, temporarily remove their superpower, and put them through the ringer! Might as well remove a brand-new hero from the picture before they can do any harm to my criminal empire, heh! In fact, this test kills two birds with one stone. If you don’t pass, you can’t save your shrunken heroic friends from taking the one-way waterslide into my hench-Totodile, Guzzle!

So, use your brainpower to escape from this abandoned school. Solve my puzzles, avoid my traps and avoid all of the folks I’ve placed in your path! A lot of them are hungry for the taste of hero, but I’ve given some the tools to do a lot weirder to you, given their own personal tastes, heh! Enjoy your Halloween night! I know I will, mwahahahaa…..!!!”