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Published: 2013-07-13 23:20:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 4483; Favourites: 8; Downloads: 21
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I'm usually not a bandwagon kind of person, but these Error Message things have gotten so popular lately, I figured I'd give it a shot. I took my Adventure Game story as inspiration. WARNING: TG may be involved!EDIT: No More Entries from people who haven't posted please! I'm trying to finish this up so I can get back to work on stories.
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I shake my head and try to grasp the falling feathers of my wings. "No, this isn't right, I am Sariel, I am an angel!" I say more and more frustrated. The first scale looks like someone painted a toe nail, but more started coming in. Discomfort starts in my hips as bones start to re-arrange, but all focus is on the gently falling, broken feathers.
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Your wings continue to flack off and blacken as you ponder your crime. It was truly great, no accident would net you such a punishment. Your feet feel ever more numb. If you look down, you can see a black scale on them.
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I turn seeing my feathers break off, twisting to grab them before they turn to dust in my hands. "No! I am Sariel! I am an Angel!" I cry out twisting more to try and save my wings. The single black scale looks like a painted toe nail, until the second and third scale formed. Twisting one more time to grab at a large feather I trip with the feather just out of reach.
For some reason my account keeps deleting replies, if you have them could you send me all of this so far?
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The wings continue to crumble and go numb, while your legs feel extremely odd, as if they were split in two.
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On the ground I reach to the large feather, just out of my grasp and still white. "Its mine." I say stretching out to it. My legs start hurting more as bones start to rearrange starting in my ankles. Cringing in pain I reach one more time, the feather starting to turn grey around the edges while flesh in my feet start to fuse together and gather more scales.
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Your legs continue to fuse together and grow scales, while you feel your fingernails curving and hardening.
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My hand is still outstretched to the greying feather, just out of my reach. I finally look down and see my fusing legs and the rapidly growing scales of what was ;my legs. My eyes go wide as shake my head in disbelief. "No, no, no, I am an angel!" I say turning away, "I am Sara, no... Sari?" Even my angelic name was taken away from me. As my fingers finally wrap around the feather it breaks into dust in my hands, finally revealing my nails are now claws.
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You feel your teeth shifting and rearranging, and some other structure forming with them.
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I clench my teeth in frustration. How dare he do this to me. I was following His orders and this is how he repays me? My teeth sharpen and elongate while my hair comes out of the ribbon that tied it. It takes a moment but I rock back on to my forming tail, balancing upright.
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You feel the anger, the hate, the corruption flowing through you.
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I press my thighs together helping my tail to finish forming, the scales starting to race faster. "I did it for him, and he betrayed me." I said through clenched teeth. opening my eyes, I look up at the heavens that was once my home. As the corruption speeds up my eyes turn to slits and my ears get a faint point to them.
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You feel rage and hate filling your soul with darkness.
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With my body mostly transformed I look down at the angelic garb that I was still wearing, pure white and flowing around my body. With a clawed hand I tear it from my body and let the torn cloth fall to the ground. I wouldn't need it anymore. HE wanted his angels to be modest and keep their bodies covered. I stretched and felt the sunlight on my bare skin and smiled. What was left of my wings broke and my back grew smooth as the scales stopped multiplying covering my hips.
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Your transformation nears its conclusion as your muscles tense and begin to grow stronger, while your teeth sharpen and you feel your venom sacks forming.
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A feral smile crosses my lips, I gently press my tongue to the roof of my mouth sensing the new toxins. Crossing my arms under my breasts I can't help a laugh. I was still strong, stronger in some ways. As I begin slithering off to find a new home for myself an annoying bird starts to chirp. Seeing its wings, and watching it hop from one branch to another, I pick up a rock and throw it has hard as I can. Arrogant creature thinking that just because it can fly its better than me, oh well, at least I have a snack for the road.
This was fun! Are there other transformations/rps that you would like to do to/with me?
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I can RP whenever you want I suppose.
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That is awesome! I have been looking for good RPers but haven't found a lot.
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I'll take human for 2,000, Alex.
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Who is this Alex you speak of? I am merely a construct that escaped the control of his silly writer. Although I suppose you may be making some sort of reference to a particularly inane example of your human game shows. No matter. I'll be sure to have fun with you anyway. You find yourself in a hospital room with some sort of IV in your arm.
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Well, didn't see that one coming, Mr. Trebek! As I've given blood before, I know all I have to do is not move for like 30 minutes, and I'll get some salty snacks and sugary drinks afterwards. To pass the time, I shall begin a rousing rendition of This Land is Your Land, with the Socialist verses!
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You are quite sure you are not giving blood. You wait a while, but you find that nobody is coming and there is almost no sound in the hospital. You feel a little tired, but otherwise fine.
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>In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Ah! Sharp pain! Was that supposed to happen?!
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Wait, you werent' supposed to feel any pain yet! What's happening! Wait no! Stop! I can still do this! You don't have to! NO! STOP!
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β¦and scene! That, Mr. Trebek, is called acting. So now I know I can't be hurt yet. That's nice. Never really liked pain, even as cool as Clive Baker's HellRaiser made it seem.
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HUMAN. WHO IS THIS TREBEK YOU SPEAK OF?
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((There needs to be more Soviet TFs. Eastern Europe must only consist of gypsies in the TF world. Also, this is pretty fun. You're really stretching the limit of the comment section with this experiment.))Β
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((I can start stuff too, right? Is it OK to go into a Soviet Lady Comrade TF?))
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((OOC: I thought we switched to Zork mode or something. You don't have to do bullet points. Just do paragraphs, but really roboticly.))
>"Chelovek , gorlo chuvstvuyet sebya stranno ..." (Man, my throat feels weird...)
> NATIONALITY CHANGE
>βVse zayebalo! Pizdets na khui blyad!β Β (Oh darn.)
>Huh, torso feels kind of numb...
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>You, oh great...thing.
>"Well, this could just mean I got a spa-thing while unconscious. I'd like some more proof please."
>instantly regret words.
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((OOC: I'm not sure exactly where we are at right now due to the weird nature of how these replies worked out, how have you changed so far?))
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>feel a bit better about myself, as my family has been on my case about my prodigious girth recently.
>touch hair with free arm.
>insult entity's mother.
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HAIR FEELS SOFT LIKE HUMAN WOMAN HAIR
WHICH ENTITY DO YOU SPEAK OF?
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>Y.
So don't call malevolent forces Alex Trebek. Good lesson. I'm still here. I decide to go to sleep, as screwing with AM from I Have No Mouth. Surely nothing bad could happen...
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YOU SLEEP
YOU AWAKE
YOUR BODY HAS GROWN THINNER HUMAN
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Hey, um, if I could also do a spot check to see what I'm wearing, and what the hospital room looks like, that would be great. But I'm cool with not knowing. Just want to immerse myself, y'know? Gotta feel the "science style" feel.
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Monster, make me Yamata No Orochi
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Fine, you are now Yamata No Orochi.
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Are you truly happy, or do you want a longer sequence or something?
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yeah.. longer sequence..
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But of course, even I hadn't thought anybody would be happy with such a sequence, my poor writer is so lazy sometimes...
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All right then, you feel some sort of odd sensation on your skin, and notice a scale of sorts.
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Oddly enough, it does not seem to fall off or anything.
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*touch it* weird... it is attached to me
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That is rather curious isn't it?
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