How the fuck do squirrels balance so well?
I see them doing ninja shit all the time, I don't even know.
There's gotta be some kind of gravitational polarity bending type shit in their tails or something.
Bracatus Basic Character LayoutName: BracatusBracatus Basic Character Layout by Onigiri379
Age: 32 (in human years)
Height: 7 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 430 lbs.
Eyes: Pale Yellow, Cat Slit pupil
Basic over all description: Big ears, white, scaly skin, very tall, and very, VERY muscular. Of course, this means he's very strong, too.
Strengths: Good eyesight in the dark, Very acute sense of smell and hearing, Very agile, very strong. His teeth are hidden inside his gums when he doesn't need them, but when he goes in for the final kill (bites through the jugular) They come out. Kind of like Toothless from HTTYD. He's armed like all hell. He has knives all over his body, (I'll draw it all later when I feel like it.) And even a hidden piece of metal under the skin in his arm in case he's completely disarmed. He's powered by an almost insane drive to kill, because of his time in the military. He can camouflage into any background, pattern, shape, or color, and can do so while moving, appearing invisible, (but this requires concentration, a big distraction can
Dream Entry #4 The Body Lost Part 2I was standing on the beach, cool breezes and grey skies signaling a coming storm.Dream Entry #4 The Body Lost Part 2 by Onigiri379
Two men are standing in front of me, questioning me.
"When is the last time you've been swimming in Rehobeth?" He asks me.
"I don't know, last Summer?" I reply.
"I see," says the other one.
I cross my arms and look at Gabby, her brow is creased in worry.
"And have you any unusual medical conditions? Such as Ichthyosis vulgaris, or any similar rashes or skin diseases?" The man writes something on his clipboard, and one of the men in the HazMat suits starts unloading a trunk of odd equipment.
I give the man a suspicious look. "Umm, nooo... What kind of questions are these? Why'd you stop my friend and make her call me, instead of calling me yourself? Who are you guys anyway?"
"we're from the government, ma'am," Says the one not taking notes.
"Nice. Well, I think this interview is over. Can I just go home now?" I ask.
"We have a few more quest-"
"I'm done, okay? These questions are stupid. I don't know anyt
Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1As he walked on set, I was rather impressed. I was so eager, so ready to finally have that concrete proof of mermaids, my childhood dream.Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1 by Onigiri379
But as soon as he opened his mouth, all my high hopes had been dashed and dragged through the mud.
"Are mermaids real? Has the U.S. Navy been hiding them from us all along? giving conspiracy after conspiracy to cover them up? Well, today I'm here with Doctor Paul Robertson, who claims mermaids are real, and have even recorded them."
Then it jump cuts to Paul himself, beard unkempt and crow's feet on each of his eyes.
My jaw dropped. "Doctor" Paul Robertson looked like the Stereotype for the kind of person who would make up crack conspiracy theories about mermaids.
But I continued watching on, hoping that maybe it would get better.
All the videos were fake. Each and every single one. I was heart broken.
But, the announcer began to talk about social media.
How every member of the Kardashian family tweeted on twitter with the #Mermaids at th
Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel IncorporationMy name is Joshua.Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel Incorporation by Onigiri379
I was Twelve years old when my small town was invaded with Weasels.
Weasels. Sounds silly, right?
Well these Weasels invaded my town, and killed almost 90% of everyone living in it.
To this day, I don't know why.
From then on, I've been living in a foster house for six years.
I'm Eighteen now.
My foster parents are really nice, they're an old couple who live in the suburbs.
I personally don't like the suburbs. I prefer my old dingy down, where everyone kept to themselves.
Here, everyone knows everyone. And everyone thinks they know me, but they don't. To them, I'm just the "Quiet Emo Kid".
I do enjoy it, though. I can't complain.
One night, I was sitting in bed, fooling around on Facebook, when I heard a rustle downstairs. It was like a shuffling. I knew Grammy and Pop wouldn't be up.
So it was either a Coon, or someone broke in.
I crept downstairs, the carpeting on each step silencing my feet. I peeked over the railing, and saw tiny paw prints on the floor.