Diplomacy between folk is needed to reach the next number...the legendary number...
What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)
Okay so I came up with this idea recently (Which means 1 to 2 weeks or so thanks to the hiatus lol) and it consists of a short story/another fiction of a time-traveling pig trying to convince a wolf to not eat it via philosophical arguments kinda similar to the tortoise and hair fables. Not sure if I'm actually gonna do anything with the idea but I figured it was worth a mention cuz it sounds cool to me.
In other news, have you ever thought about foreign kids (+ adults) being sold off to be war criminals to increase the negative public perception of the enemy nation that the 'good guy' nation is fighting with? Cuz I've been thinking of including that in my story. Not sure if I will but I think the general idea is a good inclusion for a story that has a lot of war stuff going on.
And while we're at that fantasy outline stuff I've been thinking about said enemy nation a lot more than usual. Cuz the story can be sorta (ish) divided into three parts. One in which the POV characters are dealing with the 'good guy' nation and the antics inside that place. The second in which the POV characters go to the enemy nation. And one final one about the POV characters uh wrapping up the war let's say. I'm thinking that at the near the end everyone dies. Except like...one guy...or maybe two. (But who knows, it's all still in the outline stages after all lol)
Anyway mostly what I've been thinking about the enemy nation is the culture of the furry people and the insane rapist thing in the world. (Not sure what to call it yet, to be honest.)
Part of those thonkin moments have me wondering like "What is the cultural norm of green kids" and if those cultural norms would fit their biological and historical struggles. And also if it would let one of the green kids eat the face of a green adult that was nice to it. Pretty much I want to know if cannibalism is socially acceptable.
So yeah, the actual outline hasn't progressed a lot but the ideas around it have solidified a fair bit. Hopefully, that means it'll be easier to write/figure out but considering how many ideas there actually are I'd be surprised if I did actually get it done by August.
But hey even if I fail at least I'll have that pig story to work on as I lick my wounds.
Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)
The more I looked into the shadow the more confusing it became. For this shadowy place was darker than pitch-black. It was so dark that my memories of light felt dimmer. Like the color had been consumed by this...this thing. So big and empty that my own mind was drawing blanks in what it even was.
...
But that didn't worry me. I was used to being in the dark. No, what worried me was the sounds. The guttural moans that should not belong to the shadows of a bedside. Or any shadow at all.
It was some sort of...corruption maybe? I don't know.
All I know is that the sounds are getting louder.
And louder.
a-And
?Mrs.Instakill?: "Missed me?"
I screamed as I was thrown into a burning and impossibly dazzling light. So bright that my eyes were tearing up at its shine, at its hunger, at-
THUD!
ProfessionalStranger25: "o-OWWwwuu."
I rubbed my back, which didn't ease the pain at all, but what else was I supposed to do? Not rub it? Cry-
THUD!
?Mrs.Instakill?: "Now...let's make this easy on everyone."
Screee.
That noise...
I flopped over and then pushed against the floor. Now on my knees, I could see that Mrs.Instakill had pulled a chair and table near to me. I was in a classroom...
I got to my feet and stumbled my way to the window. Looking down I noticed a dumpster with its lid wide open and an assortment of garbage on the floor. Half of it nibbled on. It could've been someone else...but the fact all the yogurt was tucked away into the deepest parts of the trash reminded me of a certain someone. And so-
I was at my school.
Or well, a school that a stranger could be in.
?Mrs.Instakill?: "Ahh, yes. The fire tonight is rather pretty."
ProfessionalStranger25: "Huh? What are you-HOLY SH-!"
Thud!
I couldn't even bring the strength to groan at falling ass-first into the ground. Though my mouth did have the courtesy to go slack-jawed as I stared at the red glow spreading throughout the sky.
A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.
Was...was the fire burning the clouds?
...
I didn't know fire could do that. But it must have been normal, as ?Mrs.Instakill? walked to the window as if nothing worrying had occurred at all.
?Mrs.Instakill?: "Y'know, right now I'm sure she's in a lot of pain. How couldn't she be with all those demons in her? But-"
...Her grin spread to an inhumane extent, showing teeth that were more akin to wolves than any human I'd seen.
?Monster?: "I bet she'd feel even worse if she knew what I was about to do to you."
ProfessionalStranger25: "u-uu-"
?Monster?: "Run, if you can."
ProffessionalStranger25: "U-a-AAHHH"
I dashed to the classroom's door, smashed my knee into the side of a table, and then held my bleeding leg with tears in my eyes.
?Monster?: "Hahahahah, wow...that was...well you did your best. And that's what counts, right?"
I tried crawling away, but the monster pulled me back with wet and rancid vines. Leaning down, it forced me to look at its bulging eyes and jaw now made up of putrid vines.
?Monster?: "Then again-"
Its arms turned to blades that crossed together an inch away from my neck. I tried my damndest to not gulp.
?Monster?: "Living counts more. So, like I said, let's make this easy on everyone. Okay?"
...My eyes looked down to the shine of its blades, then went back up to the monster above.
I fought it. For this was not my first rodeo with near-death experiences.
...But from the crazed look in its' eye, I was pretty sure it would be my last.
And there was a big difference between now and then.
I...I wasn't sure of it before, but now I am. Now I know...that I don't want to die! That I want to live! Breath! Exist!
...And that made it all the harder to keep it in.
To not break.
To not collapse in on myself like a dam.
...But I could feel it, my strength leaking out as this horrid monster's blades pushed into my neck.
I...I couldn't help but-
ProfessionalStranger25: "w...wah...WAAAAAAAAH-"
Cry!
?Monster?: "Oh for fuck's sake!"
ProfessionalStranger25: "Instaaakilll! INSTAKILL! SOME BAD GUY IS TRYING TO KILL ME. HEEEEELP!"
And scream for help.
?Bad guy?: "i-I am not a bad guy! I'm a bad girl! Her/she! I'm like...okay with they/them but I'd prefer-"
ProfessionalStranger25: "wa-WAAAAAH-"
And shriek, and bite, and struggle with all my might for a chance to keep the one life I'll ever have mine!"
?Bad girl?: "Uuuughhhh!"
...
Finally, the monster's blades were pulled back. Said blades morphed into humanoid hands and promptly face-palmed.
...
Or in other words, my crying had been effective!
Bad Girl: "oh evil, this is why I hate working with kids! They ALWAYS male-wash you!"
ProfessionalStranger25: "Waaaa-"
Bad Girl: "e-Enough! Your acting hysterical!"
ProfessionalStranger25: "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!"
Bad Girl: "I THREATENED YOU! So just like...suck it up and let me explain my evil plan! Cuz, right now kid? You're ruining the moment."
ProfessionalStranger25: "...No."
Bad Girl: "...No? What do you mean no!? This isn't a fucking yes or no question. You listen, or you DIE!"
I wiped my tears and lifted myself to a sitting position. I was still shaky, and if I had a mommy I'd be desperately wanting to call on her. But I didn't...so I figured I'd need to be the one handling the diplomacy for the time being.
So with that in mind, I aimed to lower the threat from 'I'm gonna die.' to 'I'm not gonna die.'
...How do you diplomacy though?
ProfessionalStranger25: "Uuuuuhm, well uh your gonna kill me. So whether I listen or not doesn't really matter. So like h-here's the deal. I listen...and you don't kill me? Shake on it?...okay Mrs...uh...monster I need you to stop face-palming so you can shake my-"
Bad Girl: "YOU FUCKING RETARD! I WAS THREATENING YOU. THREAT! NOT MURDER! I-"
ProfessionalStranger25: "Wait then why did you say all that scary stuff? It's kinda counter-produc-"
Bad Girl: "ATMOSPHERE! BUILDING TENSION! YOU KNOW, THE THINGS NEEDED FOR A GOOD STORY?!!!"
ProfessionalStranger25: "...Okay sorry, I get it now...is the screaming for atmosphere also thou-"
Bad Girl: "Mmmmmmgmmmmmm-"
The monster groaned into its vine pillow. And I couldn't help but feel all this was a tad... overreactive maybe?
ProfessionalStranger25: "Look, I'm not a pro! And YOU said all that creepy stuff. So I just thought like...murderer monster right?"
Bad girl: "mmmmmmmm-"
Woah...that didn't seem to help at all. Maybe all of this...wasn't about me?
I was slow due to caution and fear, but I managed to pat the monster on the back.
ProfessionalStranger25: "Uuh...rough day?"
Bad Girl: "...yuush."
ProfessionalStranger25: "Well...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it worse. I...I could hear you out if you want."
The monster grumbled and groaned and then spoke with remarkable clarity for someone who had their face deep into a pillow.
Bad Girl: "I just...want to do my pops proud. And get a cool moment to brag about to my hell friends that isn't interrupted by like...baby shark do bo whatever or crazy guns and fires and other stupid shit!"
ProfessionalStranger25: "Well...uhm...it's okay! I can like uhhhh...die for you?"
The monster's head plopped out of her pillow with gooey eyes.
Bad Girl: "Reeaaally? You'd do that...for me?"
ProfessionalStranger25: "Ahh well...no sorry I can't."
Bad Girl: "Oh...well...okay. It's uh...probably for the best. If you did do that all my friends would end up calling you a simp...and that would kinda you know...ruin the moment."
ProfessionalStranger25: "Yeah...yeah...."
Man...diplomacy is awkward.
ProfessionalStranger25: "Would like...explaining your evil plain make you feel better?"
Bad Girl: "...Yeah...yeah I think it would."
Woah...diplomacy is effective
The final section! (Section.)
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