AWINABNAA has MOVED.

I am now on the Wordpress, because Adam is now on the Wordpress, because Unspeakable Evil is now on the Wordpress (sort of). This blog will no longer be updated (it's all over on the you-know-what now).

Here.

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Rat-boy and Skritch: Chapter Three

Rat-boy and Skritch

Chapter Three: Through the Looking-Glass

Rat-boy and Skritch chomped hungrily on the chunks of unidentifiable meat in their hands and paws, respectively. Rats pushed their way through each other, trying to get their share. Another night had come and another hunt successful. Between mouthfuls Rat-boy said, “you know, I never thought about it before: you don't think this is people meat, do you, Skritch?” Skritch twitched and stopped chewing. He wasn't sure if he was meant to stop eating or not. “Maybe it's rat meat.” Skritch paused again, shorter this time, before he resumed his meal. Meat was meat, and food was not easy to come by. “Or maybe it's an animal from far away. Like a pig, or a cat or a giraffe or a griffon. I saw pictures of those in books. I wonder if Deadeyes has any books?” The pile of meat lessened quickly. Soon there would be no evidence of it but a dark red stain against the dark grey roof. “Well, the night's still fresh. Where to?"

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No rats 'ere

No Rat-boy yet, working out the plot (will post some this week, I'm fairly sure). But if you're looking for something to read, I wrote half of this story on Unspeakable Evil and it is purple as hell just the way you like it yo. Also, if you want to read stuff I didn't write at all check out Vyperchild's blog too.

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Rat-Boy and Skritch - Chapter Two

Wherein very little actually happens, and yet I am still fairly satisfied with what I've written.

Rat-Boy and Skritch

Chapter Two: Treasure Hunt

Rat-boy strode across the streets of Sideways, his brigade not far behind. His footsteps jounced and thudded, and sometimes, even squelched, across the waste-ridden streets, kicking a trinket here or an old bone there wherever they lay in his path. Skritch, close behind, did his best to match his strides in his awkward and rat-like manner. The sun struggled vainly, pitifully to thrust its many fingers through the cloud of constant smoke and fog that enveloped the city.

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Rat-Boy and Skritch

This nut inspired me to do a little writing and blog reviving. At 2AM. So, enjoy the first part of a spontaneous story.

Rat-boy and Skritch

Chapter One: A Typical Day

A pitter-patter of noise drummed incessantly across the rooftops of the residents of the city of Sideways. It moved from one roof to the other, like a lone and angry storm cloud raining on those who it believed deserved its ire. But rain it was not; The sky was black only with the colour of the night and the smoke that blew always from the familiar factories that loomed over the city like tall and angry overseers. Rat-boy leapt deftly from roof to roof, without a pause for breath or thought; and behind him a sea of feet, fur, eyes and teeth moved in unison. Rat-boy stopped, turned, and tapped his Talking-stick twice. Immediately they stopped and encircled him, all eyes on the conductor of the symphony.

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DeviantART.

Perhaps not the most respectable of dens, nonetheless I figured I should have somewhere to dump and backup my 'art' that was more organised than simply posting them to the blog. So here we are.

You'll have seen most of the 'art' already, here. Except for this. This is new.

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Happy Frends #602

More wayward shenanigans.

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Happy Frends #601

I cannot be held responsible for any seizures caused by this issue.

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Happy Frends #600 - It returns!

Hooray and whatnot! Also, a more convenient URL is had (http://happyfrends.co.nr). Click the big honkin' button.

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I'll let you figure this one out yourself.

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