Author has written 15 stories for General, Romance, Humor, Religion, Essay, Supernatural, Horror, Action, Love, Life, Fantasy, and Historical. There is a terrific crash as the creature lands arse-up in the dirt, kicking up clouds of dust before it finally manages to get up-
It has the appearence of a demon thrown out of hell for scruffiness. It is five foot nine, skeletal and little more than bones with withered flesh hanging on rag-tag. Green light blazed from eye sockets and its cheekbones and socket rims are decorated with piercings. It wears ragged black robes which were both too long and have clearly once belonged to someone bigger. Torn black wings flare out of it's shoulders in a pathetic attempt to look menacing-
-then slouches down and with a sigh the creature yanks out a lot of badly folded paper from its pocket. Unfolding one (a large map), it begins muttering to itself in a sharp, scratchy voice ("Left after Mordor...Took the temporal underpass to Durmstrang...caught an astral storm north past the Abyss...nicked the Silver Idol from Wayreth...where the fuck am I....")
It lookes up with a twisted sheepish smile, "This isn't Coruscant, is it?"
"No, you've missed your place, this is fictionpress, fanfiction.net's over there." You say, pointing over some cliffs.
"Bugger," The creature kicks gloomily at the ground, then cheers up. "Does anyone own this patch oh, hum, fictionpress space?"
"Not yet, no," You say.
"Good, I'll take it." The last time you see the creature, it's hammering a sign into the ground proclaining this internet space under the stewardship of one "Skull Bearer". |
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