capn's log: brown, about a half foot
capn's journal: 1-21-08
i have crawled back leaving a trail of blood to my thread to post my tale of lust, passion, and betrayel to you dedicated 23 people who read this in the first place.
it was yesterday that i encountered upon my investigating of the homepage, a disgruntled mutilated furby shouting and screaming obscenities. blood and mud was clumped up, matted deep in its fur and the cursing furby was gripped by a madness. i discovered to my disgust that he was missing both a wing-like arm, and his left eye. nothing but hole of darkness and deep red mutilated flesh lined his eye now. but unlike his eye, his tiny little joke of an arm wouldnt cease bleeding- the wound was too grave.
i could see the circular nonsensable path the furby followed (much like in cartoons) was being filled in and smeared. a spray along the walls of everything as furby last moments are spent in an incoherently spewing blasphemies.
it was visibly evident that furby has lost a significant amount of blood. the puddle splashed and painted furby with red. the air was heavy- the aroma was unmistakenable. the surreal experience as furby is now in the throes of death.
whether from poor depth perception or severe blood loss, furby now is fumbling around, stupified, and helpless. its strength is waning as furby struggles to almost run- tripping over himself its as if all motor functions have been depleted.
he finally completely collapses in his puddle of blood. i rush to his side now, assured that he can't harm me in his state of incapacitation. as if a last ditch attempt furby, debilitated and on his side, desperately turns to the ground and begins to maniacly lap up his blood to replace what has been lost.
this goes on about... oh i dont know... 15 seconds or so.
exhausted, and quite calm for abandoning sanity just minutes earlier, furby accepts his death and hacks up blood and mucus as he wheezes, trying to get the breath to utter its last words.
furby looks at me, dazed and missing an eye, and softly speaks, "i cant beleive this crap passes for margaraine..."
he closes his eye. takes a few more breaths, and i watch life escape him.
i left the scene, blood on my hands and caked on my feet. thats exactly what he wanted too. it was all a setup, and my lust for knowledge has placed me in his crosshairs. i was on the trek to return to my thread to post my horrific event when everything went black...
(what a cliffhanger! but seriously this is getting to long...)