Farto the Magic

[COLOR=DarkRed]With a shatter, the ice broke and the wolf stood menacingly. It jumped at the man of steel, who jumped over it's head. The wolf lept up and grabbed his pants, pulling him down. Superman kicked the wolf over and over, yet it held on. Superman dropped to the ground and the wolf stood over his back, ripping up his cape. The man of steel got up and proceeded to fight the wolf, which bit deep into his hand. Superman punched the wolf in the face and it ran off into the street. Fenris, in wolf form, ran to the pine grove and laid down, eyes open. He wanted to sleep, but needed to keep his eyes open. The human might be back. One thing was true: his P.E. teacher mustn't tell anyone. it was, afterall, personal. That would be like telling everyone that you had an STD. Not cool. Not called for. As his eyes closed, he felt a gut-wrenching sensation as he was turned back into his human form. He awoke half an hour later, completely naked. His clothes were on the other side of town, as was his house. He saw a pirate walking down the street. "Hey, I'm a British officer and I seem to have lost my ship. Could you help me find it?" The pirate, upon hearing these words, went to investigate, only to be beaten in the head with a treebranch. Fenris quickly changed into his new clothes and beagan his walk home.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The nearly-sleeping white wolf sat under a pine tree. The chaos continued, but no one dared to mess with a werewolf of his power. He was directly akin to the original wolf. The template wolf. The archetype. The demons purposely spaced themselves forty or so feet from him at all times, allowing a good head start, should he be roused. His nostrils were suddenly filled with a scent that smelled like a dinner-bell. No more rancid demon flesh, no more maimed policemen. A real meal. He got to his feet, much to the dismay of a skeleton that had tried to sneak past him. He ran in the direction of the smell, knocking the skeleton to pieces and reached the source of the odor. Raven, Mr. Jacobson, and Rannos were standing there, talking. The wolf crouched low and waited. Even with his primitive mind, he remembered them. The two males will be easy pickings. The female might prove different. In his experience, the human females were better fighters than the males. He crouched low, completely hidden, and prepared to pounce...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I don't know why people are afraid of tornadoes. They turn the sky funny colors, make it rain, and occasionaly (sp?) hail. I do live in a place with lots of tornadoes. Just so you all know. Maybe it's because I've lived there my whole life, or maybe it's because I'm nuts. Or both. Xander, I feel for you. Rejection is difficult to take before they do, then you get rejected and you remember that you knew you were going to get rejected anyway. Is it just me who does that? Probably.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][CENTER]Star Wars: Spy Games[/CENTER] Here the basic plot for the story. I?ll flesh it out a lot more IF it gets started. In recent RPGs, I?ve not had enough people join. I hope that won?t be the case here. Anyway, the imperials have control of the town of Geru, on the planet Redmeg IV. The main imports are food and supplies. The main exports are AT-ATs, AT-STs, and AT-PTs. (The walkers from The Empire Strikes Back.) Your characters are rebels, imperials, or undercover imperials. The goal of the rebels is to halt or even destroy the factory, as well as the existing models, so the rebels can get in and liberate the people without those pesky walkers. The goal of the imperials is to stop the rebels. The goal of the imperial spy is to uncover the rebels. You may be any one of those three. Characters! You can be anything but jedi. If you?re gun-ho about being a jedi, PM me and we can talk this over. Other than that, you can be anything. I need about five to eight people. If no one posts on this (or PMs me) in one week, I will assume it was (yet another) flop and forget it. For skills, I'm trying something a little different. It's a point-based system. You get 27 points to spend on you character. The average for a skill is 3. Here?s what I request for sign-ups: [B]Name:[/B] (What is your person called?) [B]Gender:[/B] (Duh.) [B]Age:[/B] (Keep it realistic.) [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Species:[/B] (Let's try to keep this within the ballpark. Here are a few of the more common ones. PM me if you want something else.) [B]Human:[/B] +2 Skill points [B]Rodian:[/B] +1 Ranged Combat, +1 Grace, -1 People-Skills [B]Wookiee:[/B] +1 Health, +1 Strength of Body, Bad Temper [B]Barabel:[/B] +1 Strength of Body, -1 Grace [B]Bothan:[/B] +1 People-Skills, +1 Grace, -1 Health [B]Gungan:[/B] +1 Health, -1 Grace, Aquatic (These are only a few. If you want to be something different, PM me.) [B]Class:[/B] (Jedi, noble, soldier, smuggler, etc.) [B]Team: [/B] (Rebel, imperial, or imperial spy.) [B]Disadvantages: [/B] (No one's perfect. Your character will be required to take one disadvantage at the beginning, but will get one additional point for each additional disadvantage. Disadvantages can range from 'bad temper' to something as bad as 'blind'.) [B]Advantages: [/B] (You may pick one advantage instead of the extra point for disadvantages if you wish. They can be minor, but NOT extremely great.) [B]Homeworld: [/B] (Where was your character born?) [B]Bio:[/B] (Life story? Not all life stories have to be sad.) [B]Equipment: [/B] (Weapons and gear. Limit of two weapons. You don?t want to get caught.) [B]Skills that need points:[/B] Ranged Combat: (Guns, slings, cestas, anything thrown.) Melee: (Punching, lightsabers, vibro-blades, anything up-close.) Stealth: (Hiding and sneaking.) Grace: (Reflexes, movement. Characters with low grace will be clumsy.) Health: (How much can your character take before dying?) Strength of Body: (Physical strength.) Strength of Mind: (Mental strength.) Piloting: (The ability to fly a ship well.) People-Skills: (How well you can get people to do things.) [B]My character. He's an example.[/B]------------------------------------------- Name: Jeraki Gender: Male Age: 32 [B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://216.127.78.103/~dutch-starwars.com/database/aliens/pics/gungan.jpg]Here[/URL] Species: Gungan Class: Soldier Team: Rebel Disadvantages: Stern, not mechanically adept Advantages: Aquatic Homeworld: Naboo Bio: He was recruited on Corellia. Not much more in known about him, as he's a bit of a recluse. Equipment: A blaster pistol and a gungan spear that doesn't work right. Skills that need points: Ranged Combat: +2 Melee: +9 Stealth: +0 Grace: +3 Health: +5 Strength of Body: +4 Strength of Mind: +3 Piloting: +0 People-Skills: +2 -------------------------------------- I hope you think this is a decent idea. I thought it might be. PM me if you have questions or comments. [B]Even negative feedback is ok.[/B] Thanks.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The smaller wolf led Fenris to a pine grove and cowered lower. Fenris inspected his new troops: a half-human wolf, a small brown wolf, an enormous grey wolf, and the one that led him here. He led the way. They walked through the middle of the street and saw a small crowd of demons and vampires. The five wolves launched a full-out assault on the demons, tearing them to bits and feasting on their putrid flesh. The wolves then spotted a few police cars patroling the streets and gave up their current meal in search of something more...tasty. The cars were full of officres, armed to the teeth. Fenris' brood went in front of the cars and stopped. The people piled out of the cars and the wolves attacked. Fenris' position as pack leader was short-lived, as all the other wolves met their demise at the hands of the officers. Fenris ran back toward the grove and lay down to lick his wounds. He put his head down and fell asleep. His eyes opened and his head jerked up at the smell that filled his delicate nose. It was human. Probably out in the chaos for some looting. He wanted to sleep, but felt compeled to stay awake and alert.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]From inside the school, where Fenris has locked himself, he heard screams and sounds of pandomonium. He smiled and looked outside at the chaos. [I]Those are good costumes. Too bad I won't be able to use mine. That was a waste of five dollars.[/I] He walked a few fee outside the school and looked around. The door behind him shut with a click. [I]Oh, ****! I'm locked out! I'm going to change tonight and I'm locked out![/I] He felt as his organs were yanked as if they were on a rollercoaster and fell to the ground. A small child who had been turned into a demon stood over him. it grinned and bared it's teeth at Fenris, who sprouted white fur all over. [URL=http://magictg.com/magiccard.asp?card=18577](Just for the record.)[/URL] The demon's face distorted into a confused look as it carefully backed away. The, now wolf, Fenris got to it's feet and emitted a howl that rattled the demon to the bone. The wolf turned on the demon and threw it into a wall, slashing it with it's claws until it was no longer recognizable. The wolf had free roam of the town. (Yes!) Its primative thoughts came back. [I]Food. Rivals.[/I] Fenris galloped into town and saw a police car pull up. The two officers got out and took refuge behind the car, armed with their guns. The wolf leaped over their car and one of the officers shot at it, hitting it in the leg. [I]My prey attacked me! Kill.[/I] Fenris turned and ran at the officer, then raised it's paw and sliced the officer's face, never breaking stride. The officer fell to the ground and lay in a pool of his own blood. The wolf bolted toward a crowd of demons and stopped, sniffing the air. There was another wolf around. This one was small and walked on two legs. One of the new breeds. Fenris howled at it and ran after it. It stopped and put it's tail between it's legs. Fenris got closer and started to sniff it. It had a pack and was the leader. Now, after a humiliating show of inferiority, Fenris was the alpha male. The smaller wolf, followed by Fenris, went to find the rest of the pack.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I am formally requesting a banner, please. I request the banner to be this picture: [URL=http://www.blueharvest.net/images/crumb/crumb4.jpg]This one here.[/URL] I should have the words: "I make Jabba laugh, he doesn't eat me. Good deal!" I want a close-up on the head, ok? Thanks. " Ah ha ha ha ha ha ! Publish or parish! Publish or parish!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I'm afraid of snapping turtles. They got their beady little eyes and their huge beaks. They sit on the bottom and eat fish and toes. It's unknown. When I do see one, I point at it and nearly go into convulsions. I thinks it's because of a bad childhood memory that I'm trying to repress, but hey. Scary bastards. Other than that, nothing I can think of. I fail all the time, I am slightly massochistic, and I like to succeed. There you go.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris' hand went in the bag of Pop Rocks and he realized they were gone. She ate the rest! He put the book back in his bag and went back in the store where he bought his candy. He put another bag on the counter and handed the cashier a dollar. He got his change and headed back toward the costume shop. He waited to see what the others had all bought and opened his bag of Pop Rocks, putting them all in his mouth and downed them with his can of coke. Hm. Urban legends were stupid. Supposedly, he would die from gas now. People who believed them were stupid. Fenris watched as the asian woman gave a malicious smile and helped another customer. Weird.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I hate people that think that academics mark you as a genius. Those people, in my opinion, are trying to say that they're geniuses because they are good at something. If you study and use textbooks for reference, anyone could do good at school. I don't do too well because I have different things I want to do. Id on't mean to offend anyone. If offended, ignore this post. Ok?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris stepped forward as the girl bumped into him. She started to appologize and Fenris' face lit up. "Hey, you're Robin Hood! Who would win between Robin Hood and Darth Vader?" He raised one eyebrow and drew his lightsaber. He had a grin on his face. He looked at everyone to see if anyone was interested in having a mock-spar. His eyes were lit up. "I love halloween! It's the greatest holiday ever! You get to walk around wearing cool costumes and get candy! I love this day!" His face fell as he realized that he might turn tonight. Disappointment shown in his eyes. The greatest night ever, ruined by his stupid other form. He waved goodbye to the others and began to walk home. He would crash at school tonight. Concrete blocks, thick doors, small windows. Good place. He stopped at a small store on the way back and picked up a coke and some Pop Rocks. Then he sat on the curb and began to read his book of Norse mythology. He read about Ragnarok. [QUOTE]Ragnarok Three little ice ages will fall upon the world, known as the Fimbulvetr (translated as terrible winter by Young, also referred to as Fimbulwinter), and many other signs will come to pass. Then the time will arrive and the cocks will crow. The fire giants led by Surt will come out of Muspelheim. Naglfar, the ship made out of dead men's nails, will carry the frost giants to the battlefield, Vigrid.... [/QUOTE] It would probably come soon.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Ooh! Batman!" Fenris stared at the mound of costumes. "Should I go as Batman, or one of the Queer Eye guys?" He looked through the racks and saw a costume that looked like a woman. Hmmm. Interesting idea. He looked through the racks some more and found countless demons and vampires for costumes. Too close to home. There was costume of a werewolf, which he avoided altogether. He found little kids roaming the ailes, looking for their costumes. One of the kids looked up at him and said, "You're too old for Halloween." Fenris bared his teeth and growled. His display of aggression was not welcome. It was one of the side-effects of being a werewolf. One of the children ran by with a firy wand, a demon mask, and a pair of skeleton gloves. Heh. Nice costume idea. Fenris thought about it for a minute. A Batman mask, Queer Eye clothes, and a pitchfork. Nah. Too geeky. He nearly wet his pants when he saw a spiderman outfit. Cool! Then he turned and found a fake gun. Hmm... Spiderman with a gun. Interesting. He saw little kids running around like idiots, carrying their costumes to their parents, who looked like they wanted to pass out. Fenris finally decided what he wanted to be: Darth Vader. He grabbed the costume and went to the counter. It was probably going to be way too expensive, but he was interested. He saw the woman at the counter, an older asian woman, and asked how much it was. "Five Dollars. With the sword." Fenris' jaw dropped. He handed her a five dollar bill and waited for the others with his costume...[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=AnonymousSource]Good Lord Farto... quit complaining! I mean... just cus you suck doesn't mean you can blame the system;) Haha! I, personally, love the GURPS system... if you play it right. You have to be careful and watch your moves... you get cocky and you'll get burned quick! Farto... we deserve everything we get "invisible" or impossible(eh hem demon mages) we only get what we deserve! But on the subject of role playing... the first time I showed up I was dumbfounded by everyone! Everybody was doing stuff and rolling dice while I was still trying to figure out what the hell Bearing is! But 'lo and behold, I go three times and I'm the most dedicated... you heard me farto... MOST DEDICATED... role player Xander's got! I write 3 page long journals... I plan 3 characters ahead... just in case I die early... once or twice! Besides Farto... I think the whole group would have to agree... I'm one of the only people in our group to diversify characters from myself and to actually get fully into character! In all honesty... there's the problem with being in a hack and slash group... they never think at all! But hey... we get some good laughs here and there...[/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed]What are you smoking? You died! I'm still alive. Just...in a coma...temporarily...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Great sign-up, Boba. Sorry about the vague briefing. The main purpose of this is to get out of Theed alive and help Queen Amidala when she returns. Judging from the movie, I'd say she'll be back in three days or so. Basically, get out of the city, stay alive for three days, then help when the time is right.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][URL=http://www.members.tripod.com/midibrat/23497.mid]Star Wars music for the mood.[/URL] Ok, since everyone thinks I'm stupid, have bad ideas, or both, I'm making ANOTHER Star Wars adventure. Apperantly, people doubt my abilities. This one takes place in the Episode I time period. It's the Invasion of Naboo. It starts at the beginning of the invasion and ends when the fight is over. It might involve more strategy than brute force, since the planet is covered in Trade Federation stuff. I need six to eight people WHO WILL NOT SIGN UP, THEN FORGET. I've had that once in the past and some of my fellows have had that happen to the extreme. Sometimes, only four people would post. That sucks. I require people to have at least seen Episode One, but extensive knowledge would help greatly. I plan on following Xander Harris' idea regarding characters. It makes more sense. Everyone has 27 points to spend. I will tell you if your species gets bonuses or penalties. You must include those in your sign-up. The average for every one of these skills will be about three. I'm also thinking about running this in chapters if it gets too long. There can only be three force-users and jedi combined. For characters, I have a few requests: [B]Name: [/B] (What is your person called?) [B]Gender:[/B] (Duh.) [B]Age:[/B] (Keep it realistic.) [B]Species:[/B] (Let's try to keep this within the ballpark. You will probably get species bonuses. I'll PM them to you if you do.) [B]Class:[/B] (Jedi, noble, soldier?) [B]Disadvantages:[/B] (No one's perfect. Your character will be required to take one disadvantage at the beginning, but will get one additional point for each additional disadvantage. Disadvantages can range from 'bad temper' to something as bad as 'blind'.) [B]Advantages: [/B] (You may pick one advantage instead of the extra point for disadvantages if you wish. They can be minor, but NOT extremely great.) [B]Homeworld:[/B] (Where was your character born?) [B]Reasons: [/B] (Why are they on Naboo?) [B]Bio:[/B] (Life story? Not all life stories have to be sad.) [B]Equipment: [/B] (Weapons and gear. Limit of two weapons. This is Naboo, so there is very little reason to have weapons.) [B]Skills that need points:[/B] Ranged Combat: (Guns, slings, cestas, anything thrown.) Melee: (Punching, lightsabers, vibro-blades, anything up-close.) Stealth: (Hiding and sneaking.) Grace: (Reflexes, movement. Characters with low grace will be clumsy.) Health: (How much can your character take before dying?) Strength of Body: (Physical strenght.) Strenght of Mind: (Mental strength.) Piloting: (The ability to fly a ship well.) People-Skills: (How well you can get peopl to do things.) -------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you join this adventure. Thank you. Now for my character. [B]Name:[/B] Shebat Ven'ti [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Species: [/B] Caamasi [B]Disadvantages:[/B] Naive, Overconfident [B]Advantages:[/B] Memory-sharing (Species trait.) [B]Homeworld:[/B] Caamas [B]Reasons:[/B] He's on Naboo becaue of the many tales he's heard about a species that lives under water in bubbles. It was fasinating and he is rich enough to afford travel all over the galaxy, so why not check it out? [B]Bio:[/B] The son of a pair of diplomats, he has never really held a real job, seen the galaxy, or been in a battle. He finds the idea of battle thrilling and is on Naboo for his first visit outside of Caamas. (He's been sheltered.) [B]Equipment:[/B] A hovering translator droid, and a walking stick. [B]Skills that need points:[/B] Ranged Combat: 1 Melee: 3 Stealth: 2 Grace: 3 Health: 4 Strength of Body: 2 Strenght of Mind: 6 Piloting: 2 People-Skills: 7 (+2 Species trait.) ---------------------------------------------------- That's my example character. It seems difficult at first, but it can be done.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I also hate: (Work-related.) Blind people. By that, i mean that they don't look. People who order a salad at McDonald's and ask what I mean when I say 'what type'. There are three! People who ask for their meal super-sized AFTER I have the meal down. There are two buttons and they can't tell me before? People who have to have a spotless table. It's kind of annoying when there's fifty things to do and one of the customers asks me to clean a table that has one chunk of lettuce. People who put the ketchup directly on their trays. That's why they have the little cups. They aren't there for you to waste more paper. Besides, that's a huge inconvenience on me, because I have to clean their mess.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Bio][size=2][color=sienna]As far as I know, early Christians believed that everyone could be ressurected from the flesh. They made a small hole in a person's tomb, and poured honey and water into it for the dead. It's reletively similar to the Egyptians, which raises a few questions. The Christian/Ressurection thing didn't last very long anyway, though, so that's kinda irrelevant.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=sienna]And for the Satanist, thing, this is what I know. Satan was once and/or is still called Lucifer, which literally means 'bringer of light'. I'm pretty sure that Lucifer was a Seraph, or somewhere higher up in the angel heirarchy. I'm not quite sure what mistake Lucifer made though. I think it was some kind of betrayal, or Lucifer believed that he was as powerful as God. I'm not very knowledgable in that department though. ^^[/color][/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed]That's pretty interesting. But, I thought that in heaven, you can't do bad things, so did God just not like him, or what? He couldn't have done anything bad, yet he was tossed into a stove. That doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. Just to throw this out in the open, I don't know what the hell I am. Another thing to throw out: The idea of angels came from the Babylonian (No dictionary, people!) myths about their God, who was an angel. They also believed in hell. It seems to me like christianity is a collaboration of all ancient myths and religions. It's that knowledge which makes me not know what to think...[/COLOR]

[quote name='Justin']At the end of the day, that's all I can do anyway. To all those who've had Christianity rammed down your throats, I apologize. Hopefully you don't feel as though I'm one of those who's done it. But the simple facts are these: God came to the world as a man to suffer as men suffer. He suffered, died in the most humiliating way of the era, and rose again--the conquerer of death, hell, and the grave. He's coming back again, at the appointed time, to reestablish his kingdom here on earth and to live with those who choose to love him as he loves them. Christ died for you, so that you could live with him. Whether you choose to accept that or not is up to you. God bless you all with wisdom, kindness, and sincere love.[/quote] [COLOR=DarkRed]So, you're trying to justify the fact that so many people ahve had christianity rammed down their throats and don't believe, by ramming it down their throats?! Come on, man! If you want to spread your religion, do it slowly, not the way that so many before have been turned off to it! Duh, you just appologized for it and now you do it?! Are you trying to get people annoyed? Just for that comment, stab yourself in the hand with a plastic fork. Honestly, some people are hypocrits...[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Godelsensei][COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New] I have an idea, F--er--Farto! I'll pretend to know what I'm talking about and give you quack pysochological advice! ~_^[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed]Fake therapy is ok in my book! Well, the only thing not ok is murder because that sucks. Ooh! And stealing. Damn Jurassic Park, making children want to be paleontologi. (Plural form?) I also wanted to be a ninja turtle. I wanted to be the purple one for God knows what reason. Maybe because I wanted to get away with beating people with a stick, like they were pinatas.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Not MageKnights, but I've heard of it. I TRY to play Warhammer, but got struck by the same thing that happened to you. Nobody else will play. My pitiful raiding party just runs around the building I made and beats up on the one enemy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I hate more people: Those girls who cry and scream when they see famous people. GET A LIFE! The people who think you can't hear them and say bad things about you when they're two feet away. Those girls who mess around and think it's a great thing when their friend gets pregnant. Teen pregnancy is a really cool thing. Morons... People who tell you to shut up and then go and talk to their friends. DAMN HYPOCRITS! People who parade around school when they find out that they got a D- on their report card. People who drink and then come to school with a hangover every monday and complain. People who think you're an idiot because of one or two things and then always treat you as such. People who call you names and hit you and, when you want to tell them to go **** themselves, they tell you it's a joke. People who act like they're going to die if they have to take a test. STUDY. People who wait until three in the morning to finish something they could've gotten down a week earlier. People who think that, when you offer to do their homework for money, that you're going to do it wrong. People (Mainly native americans.) who complain about how their people are being treated when they get jobs at casinos on reservations and rake in the money. People who hate chinese food or tacos.[/COLOR]

Xander, my species gives me a natural damage reduction and I have heavy kevlar, the best there is. I spent almost 1000 dollars on armor and I still almost die every time. GURPS is too difficult and easy to die in. Especially when the GM likes to make invinsible (sp?) demons to kill us. Besides, only one of our group members is a moron and his name will not be said. [B][CENTER][SIZE=4]KYLEN![/SIZE][/CENTER][/B] It was not said, it was yelled.

[QUOTE=Godelsensei] When I was three or four years old, I was hell-bent on becoming a palientologist. You know, the kind that specializes in uncovering the remnants of nests? [/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed]I still do. I've wanted to since I was six or something and I still do. By the way, they uncover dead dinosaurs, primarily, though a nest is nice. I want to be a paleontologist, but my damn Bio teacher gives me too damn much homework and my world is caving in and I need a psychiatrist! I need therapy badly...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Oh, hey, I've had those big matrshmellows that you eat over a campfire. The thing was that they had been dipped in nacho cheese. They were good once you forgot that there was nacho cheese on them, which was after I had swallowed it. I didn't even get paid for it. Hooray! I'm the weird king![/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris and the others met up after school. He felt better. Now he didn't feel like he would morph into a monster and eat people. He thought back to the old man and a wave of nausea overcame him. He had to resist doing that. The authorities would find the man and he would have no other place to go. Where would he hide? He was brought back to the matter at hand. "I think we should skip school and go to the cave in the day. We can be each other's back up. We should go tommorow and not speak of this until then, lest John catch wind of this." Fenris had his opinion out in the open and waited to see what the others thought. He sat there, thinking. He thought about the old man again. He'd heard of similar incidents involving werewolves, but they were more...generic. They only became werewolves during the three nights of a full moon, but he became a werewolf when the Fenris wolf's blood overpowered him. The other werewolves were smaller and weaker, whereas, he was huge. That was the mythical creature part of him. He would never have a relationship. The odds that he would randomly turn into a wolf were too great. They would have to have a tranq gun handy always. Just in case, though, he had some chains at home and a solution of antidepressants and sleeping pills. When he would graduate, he'd probbly move out west and become an old hermit. There was no way that a were wolf such as he could have a normal life. Ah, what a fun life it is to be a werewolf. He smirked at the thought of him being normal. If he had a family, they wouldn't need a dog. He would be a dog sometimes. "Come on dad, let's play fetch!" Heh. Funny. But not within reach. He also had to think of where to go tonight. He could not stay at home. He would probably have to crash at school. Concrete walls, thick, wooden doors, all of the windows were small. Except for the fact that any sheded fur would leave DNA. And werewolf hunters already probably heard of this. An old man attacked in the middle of the woods, a couple deer chunks. At least no one saw him.[/COLOR]