TftW: Dance Of The Damned.
There once was a cocky and arrogant internet troll wannabe who came from the Daloli-verse, she was a notorious troll wannabe with numerous sock puppet alter-egos that she used to brag about her own work and about how her characters are original when even her avatar was just of a plus sized woman that she put a bunch of fake green fur on and cartoon eyes and angry eyebrows on them, that was basically just how she did everything when it came to her art, slapped a ton of green paint on photos that were taken from blogs and other sites and claimed them as her own, she even stole that woman's identity as well. Her actual username was Wererobin331 or as everyone called her 'That Asshole Who Steals Others Identities' because she was known for being an asshole, one night while playing the latest RPG she was given a stern talking to.
It seems like the woman's boyfriend was offended by how she was stealing other people's works, and he decided to put a stop to it. He explained that there are rules in this universe that if you break you'll get banished and your current DA avatar form will be replaced with another one and sometimes that form is one that is one of someone who has been long gone and that they'll be more than happy to possess it and take it over and make it their own, and these ones always come back for more even if you think you've gotten rid of them.
"Lady, what you have done to my girlfriend's reputation was beyond horrible and it's against the rules."
"So...your lulcow girlfriend is a loser who faps with Disney plushies."
"Says the person who steals other's art. Do you really think that putting green spray paint and fake fangs on a vehicle counts as art? How does that even work? Cars have grills and NOT teeth. You basically are just not only stealing from that blogger but also ripping off Pixar since you basically put eye-like windows on them similar to the cars in the universe of the movie. Also if that's supposed to be fur, it's not convincing. Also the concept of a werecar has done before....Futurama did it!"
"So..."
"Futurama did it! Futurama did it!"
"Also turning into a car was also already done in both Turbo Teen and Michael Jackson's Moonwalker."
"But it's 100% original."
"You mean 100% stolen."
"But what about my werebus?"
"Stolen from an issue of the Rejects...Bubba the green werebus is from those comics."
"What about my totally original radioactive ape OC?"
"A radioactive ape? Yeah, Simpsons did it. Simpsons did it, Simpsons did it!"
"Yeah but what about my avatar form?'
"It's nothing but a Pinkie Pie clone that is green instead of pink."
"But all of my OCs are original."
"Listen, I know you come from a bizarro universe where apparently you were all put into a nostalgia induced delusional haze where you think the werejohncandy and chums are still alive and among you and that certain people you have tried to convert are still with you but the fact is, it's 2019 and they have moved on. All those adventures you had are no longer relevant anymore and they aren't canon, those monsters you obsessed over are gone and have returned back to their original creator. I think it's time that you grew up. It was cute and adorable when internet trolls from the Daloli-verse first impersonated their victims but now it is not, it is old hat just like your choice in programs. MS-Paint? Really? In 2019?"
"But you don't understand.."
"I know...you think it's so clever and funny that you are making fun of my girlfriend like that but it isn't. My girlfriend has feelings. And you have hurt them badly. Then again you're probably not familiar with this concept at all considering how your ilk considers defending one-self to be 'butthurt' behavior. Then again, you're probably even more butthurt than your former friends were, I can sense it in you...I may not be a werecreature but i'm equally as horrifying as one."
"F-Former?"
"Oh yes...did I mention that your so called friends aren't with you anymore because they've changed their ways?"
"Huh?"
"That's right and since you won't change yours...it's time you paid the price."
"But I don't deserve this."
"Whine all you want but it's time for your punishment."
His eyes gave off a supernatural glow as his appearance slowly changed, becoming that of a half-demon type with mottled greyish skin and blood red eyes...his voice deepening and becoming demonic as he warped the MMORPG that she was playing, her character in the game slowly began to fall ill as she collapsed on the ground and her soul was drained out of her body, making the character a zombie-like creature. She let out a piercing scream as she begged him not to do the same to her or her avatar form, but of course the half-demon had other plans for her and since she had broken the rules she was going to be banished. A dark circle materialized on the ground and she was dragged through it by monster-like hands with claw-like fingernails and mottled skin, she tried to scream but nobody could hear her as she was dragged down through it as if she was in the Sam Raimi movie Drag Me To Hell.
A few minutes later the portal closed and she crash-landed in a hell-like dimension with multiple prison-like boxes where wrongdoers were sent, that's when she realized that this was the legendary place known as the Never Come Back Zone. In this zone, there were very little chances of her ever coming back...at least not as herself. She screamed as she tried to find a way out but alas she couldn't, and before she could even think about trying again... a coffin from nearby slowly started opening up and a creature that looked like Tarman from Return Of The Living Dead emerged out of it, the creature's eyes glowed as it or rather he glanced over at her. Moaning in a fashion akin to a b-movie zombie in general, he lurched towards her and the closer he got the more he began to think...this one would be a perfect vessel for him to possess. Thinking carefully, he grabbed her by the neck and forced open her mouth, as supernatural ecto-plasm emitted from his and he slowly drained her of her energy.
She panicked and scream but before she could do anything, he took on spectral form and jumped down her mouth...possessing her in the process, dark supernatural energy slowly entered her body as she didn't feel well, as if she was coming down with an illness. Her skin slowly began to pale, becoming lighter than normal but not exactly vampiric or ghostly as her chest and torso slimmed and extended a bit, on the former her breasts slowly retracted while her outfit slowly changed into a leopard-striped jumpsuit of sorts. Her hands roughened in shape and shifted to become larger while her fingernails changed shape, becoming slightly shorter before lengthening a little bit. She panicked as she could feel a dark presence inside her, she tried to find for control of her body but she failed as her hips retracted in size and her arms lengthened, followed by her legs. She was becoming leaner as her normal avatar form started to flee from her memory as if she was forgetting it, her privates grew and contorted into the male equivalent as she let out a few agonized cries.
Her shoulders and back broadened, with the former lengthening a bit as she grew in height to 5'10, her neckline altering as her hair slowly lengthened and grew more wild looking, turning from brown to blondish while her eyebrows thinned a little. Her eyes turned from olive to bluish as her eyes widened, one of her eyes appearing to be slightly darker than the other as her nose refined itself and her cheekbones sharpened, her mouth contorted itself to, becoming a bit more masculine in look but still oddly kissable as her teeth slowly lengthened, with her canines sharpening to resemble fangs. Her regular face slowly morphing and contorting itself, as if it was being rejected and replaced...which it was, her features sharpened and realigned themselves...morphing into a more masculine variant as it lost its feminine features, she gasped and coughed as her voice deepened and roughened as well..losing its feminine touch and become mannish, but also suave and oddly seductive as she developed an English accent. Her mind filled with thoughts of music and also of being truly one of a kind, a few minutes later the annoying woman from before was no more and there was only a new entity...named David. David of course being, Bowie...had was refreshed and had been resurrected once again. He smiled slyly as the man from before greeted him.
"Ah, David...you're back."
"Yeah, I am...it took a bit of a while for me to master how to get there though. I had to find a body to take over."
"Well...it's good to see all you back in one piece."
"Yes, it is. But I must admit I am a little bit lost. I'm not supposed to be in this area."
"Ah..perhaps I can help you."
The man showed an additional portal that David jumped through and he arrived back in the part of the realm he was in before he got transported to that hell-like dimension, which is to say he was back on the city street and that's when he heard a familiar British accented voice come from nearby and he rushed over to the location...recognizing a Rolling Stones tour van standing by the supernatural bookstore, he recognized who was walking out of it and onto the street...it was a dear friend of his, Sir Mick Jagger. He leaped over to Mick and greeted him.
"David? I never I'd never see you again."
"Well you don't have to worry about me disappearing ever again."
"What happened to you? I was so worried you might have gone missing."
"I was trying to contact you and bring you here but I ended up in that hell dimension for some reason."
"Your powers might be a little rusty in that case, but i'm sure we can fix that."
"Are you sure we can do that?"
"Well yes...I am, have I ever steered you wrong?"
"Of course you haven't."
"Come on...let's recover some of that lost energy."
"How are we going to do that exactly? I already drained someone of their powers earlier."
"By doing what we always do."
"That sounds like a plan to me."
And thus with that Mick and David hugged each-other before entering the other side of the street, the two of them spent a lot of time together and bonded...reuniting and recreating the fun times they had together as friends and also showing off their moves as they danced in the streets just like in the iconic music video they did together. David of course always being the trickster of the two of them and an expert at mimicry, The two of had a lot of fun as er usual and no one was going to tear them apart, not even the forces of darkness themselves or even darkness itself. Luckily that wouldn't be a problem for David considering his connections to the supernatural.
As for what happened later....the Daloli-verse slowly began to dwindle down in numbers and as hard as they tried, it eventually crumbled and was pulled down into the hell dimension where the monsters in that dimension made quick work of them and soon the daloli-verse was replaced by a new branch of the DA Verse and thus from the death of that era came a near one to take the place of what was there before, when one thing dies another is born and brought into the world, that's just how it goes and that's the way it is.
Remember...you may think you're safe from criticism but if you make a living out of hurting people's feelings then that will be the death of you and you might find there is no way for you to get out and while you can check out anytime you want, you can never leave. Life is only eternal for some and if you waste your own one away by hurting others, you'll find that what goes around comes around and that your own personal life-clock might be running out of steam, for in the video game of life, one has to be careful not to lose your life or they'll be no way to stop yourself from falling and losing in the end. For as a wiseman once said, you can't stop what is coming....death always wins.
It seems like the woman's boyfriend was offended by how she was stealing other people's works, and he decided to put a stop to it. He explained that there are rules in this universe that if you break you'll get banished and your current DA avatar form will be replaced with another one and sometimes that form is one that is one of someone who has been long gone and that they'll be more than happy to possess it and take it over and make it their own, and these ones always come back for more even if you think you've gotten rid of them.
"Lady, what you have done to my girlfriend's reputation was beyond horrible and it's against the rules."
"So...your lulcow girlfriend is a loser who faps with Disney plushies."
"Says the person who steals other's art. Do you really think that putting green spray paint and fake fangs on a vehicle counts as art? How does that even work? Cars have grills and NOT teeth. You basically are just not only stealing from that blogger but also ripping off Pixar since you basically put eye-like windows on them similar to the cars in the universe of the movie. Also if that's supposed to be fur, it's not convincing. Also the concept of a werecar has done before....Futurama did it!"
"So..."
"Futurama did it! Futurama did it!"
"Also turning into a car was also already done in both Turbo Teen and Michael Jackson's Moonwalker."
"But it's 100% original."
"You mean 100% stolen."
"But what about my werebus?"
"Stolen from an issue of the Rejects...Bubba the green werebus is from those comics."
"What about my totally original radioactive ape OC?"
"A radioactive ape? Yeah, Simpsons did it. Simpsons did it, Simpsons did it!"
"Yeah but what about my avatar form?'
"It's nothing but a Pinkie Pie clone that is green instead of pink."
"But all of my OCs are original."
"Listen, I know you come from a bizarro universe where apparently you were all put into a nostalgia induced delusional haze where you think the werejohncandy and chums are still alive and among you and that certain people you have tried to convert are still with you but the fact is, it's 2019 and they have moved on. All those adventures you had are no longer relevant anymore and they aren't canon, those monsters you obsessed over are gone and have returned back to their original creator. I think it's time that you grew up. It was cute and adorable when internet trolls from the Daloli-verse first impersonated their victims but now it is not, it is old hat just like your choice in programs. MS-Paint? Really? In 2019?"
"But you don't understand.."
"I know...you think it's so clever and funny that you are making fun of my girlfriend like that but it isn't. My girlfriend has feelings. And you have hurt them badly. Then again you're probably not familiar with this concept at all considering how your ilk considers defending one-self to be 'butthurt' behavior. Then again, you're probably even more butthurt than your former friends were, I can sense it in you...I may not be a werecreature but i'm equally as horrifying as one."
"F-Former?"
"Oh yes...did I mention that your so called friends aren't with you anymore because they've changed their ways?"
"Huh?"
"That's right and since you won't change yours...it's time you paid the price."
"But I don't deserve this."
"Whine all you want but it's time for your punishment."
His eyes gave off a supernatural glow as his appearance slowly changed, becoming that of a half-demon type with mottled greyish skin and blood red eyes...his voice deepening and becoming demonic as he warped the MMORPG that she was playing, her character in the game slowly began to fall ill as she collapsed on the ground and her soul was drained out of her body, making the character a zombie-like creature. She let out a piercing scream as she begged him not to do the same to her or her avatar form, but of course the half-demon had other plans for her and since she had broken the rules she was going to be banished. A dark circle materialized on the ground and she was dragged through it by monster-like hands with claw-like fingernails and mottled skin, she tried to scream but nobody could hear her as she was dragged down through it as if she was in the Sam Raimi movie Drag Me To Hell.
A few minutes later the portal closed and she crash-landed in a hell-like dimension with multiple prison-like boxes where wrongdoers were sent, that's when she realized that this was the legendary place known as the Never Come Back Zone. In this zone, there were very little chances of her ever coming back...at least not as herself. She screamed as she tried to find a way out but alas she couldn't, and before she could even think about trying again... a coffin from nearby slowly started opening up and a creature that looked like Tarman from Return Of The Living Dead emerged out of it, the creature's eyes glowed as it or rather he glanced over at her. Moaning in a fashion akin to a b-movie zombie in general, he lurched towards her and the closer he got the more he began to think...this one would be a perfect vessel for him to possess. Thinking carefully, he grabbed her by the neck and forced open her mouth, as supernatural ecto-plasm emitted from his and he slowly drained her of her energy.
She panicked and scream but before she could do anything, he took on spectral form and jumped down her mouth...possessing her in the process, dark supernatural energy slowly entered her body as she didn't feel well, as if she was coming down with an illness. Her skin slowly began to pale, becoming lighter than normal but not exactly vampiric or ghostly as her chest and torso slimmed and extended a bit, on the former her breasts slowly retracted while her outfit slowly changed into a leopard-striped jumpsuit of sorts. Her hands roughened in shape and shifted to become larger while her fingernails changed shape, becoming slightly shorter before lengthening a little bit. She panicked as she could feel a dark presence inside her, she tried to find for control of her body but she failed as her hips retracted in size and her arms lengthened, followed by her legs. She was becoming leaner as her normal avatar form started to flee from her memory as if she was forgetting it, her privates grew and contorted into the male equivalent as she let out a few agonized cries.
Her shoulders and back broadened, with the former lengthening a bit as she grew in height to 5'10, her neckline altering as her hair slowly lengthened and grew more wild looking, turning from brown to blondish while her eyebrows thinned a little. Her eyes turned from olive to bluish as her eyes widened, one of her eyes appearing to be slightly darker than the other as her nose refined itself and her cheekbones sharpened, her mouth contorted itself to, becoming a bit more masculine in look but still oddly kissable as her teeth slowly lengthened, with her canines sharpening to resemble fangs. Her regular face slowly morphing and contorting itself, as if it was being rejected and replaced...which it was, her features sharpened and realigned themselves...morphing into a more masculine variant as it lost its feminine features, she gasped and coughed as her voice deepened and roughened as well..losing its feminine touch and become mannish, but also suave and oddly seductive as she developed an English accent. Her mind filled with thoughts of music and also of being truly one of a kind, a few minutes later the annoying woman from before was no more and there was only a new entity...named David. David of course being, Bowie...had was refreshed and had been resurrected once again. He smiled slyly as the man from before greeted him.
"Ah, David...you're back."
"Yeah, I am...it took a bit of a while for me to master how to get there though. I had to find a body to take over."
"Well...it's good to see all you back in one piece."
"Yes, it is. But I must admit I am a little bit lost. I'm not supposed to be in this area."
"Ah..perhaps I can help you."
The man showed an additional portal that David jumped through and he arrived back in the part of the realm he was in before he got transported to that hell-like dimension, which is to say he was back on the city street and that's when he heard a familiar British accented voice come from nearby and he rushed over to the location...recognizing a Rolling Stones tour van standing by the supernatural bookstore, he recognized who was walking out of it and onto the street...it was a dear friend of his, Sir Mick Jagger. He leaped over to Mick and greeted him.
"David? I never I'd never see you again."
"Well you don't have to worry about me disappearing ever again."
"What happened to you? I was so worried you might have gone missing."
"I was trying to contact you and bring you here but I ended up in that hell dimension for some reason."
"Your powers might be a little rusty in that case, but i'm sure we can fix that."
"Are you sure we can do that?"
"Well yes...I am, have I ever steered you wrong?"
"Of course you haven't."
"Come on...let's recover some of that lost energy."
"How are we going to do that exactly? I already drained someone of their powers earlier."
"By doing what we always do."
"That sounds like a plan to me."
And thus with that Mick and David hugged each-other before entering the other side of the street, the two of them spent a lot of time together and bonded...reuniting and recreating the fun times they had together as friends and also showing off their moves as they danced in the streets just like in the iconic music video they did together. David of course always being the trickster of the two of them and an expert at mimicry, The two of had a lot of fun as er usual and no one was going to tear them apart, not even the forces of darkness themselves or even darkness itself. Luckily that wouldn't be a problem for David considering his connections to the supernatural.
As for what happened later....the Daloli-verse slowly began to dwindle down in numbers and as hard as they tried, it eventually crumbled and was pulled down into the hell dimension where the monsters in that dimension made quick work of them and soon the daloli-verse was replaced by a new branch of the DA Verse and thus from the death of that era came a near one to take the place of what was there before, when one thing dies another is born and brought into the world, that's just how it goes and that's the way it is.
Remember...you may think you're safe from criticism but if you make a living out of hurting people's feelings then that will be the death of you and you might find there is no way for you to get out and while you can check out anytime you want, you can never leave. Life is only eternal for some and if you waste your own one away by hurting others, you'll find that what goes around comes around and that your own personal life-clock might be running out of steam, for in the video game of life, one has to be careful not to lose your life or they'll be no way to stop yourself from falling and losing in the end. For as a wiseman once said, you can't stop what is coming....death always wins.
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