#the birth of a chicken in minecraft foretold this

[crazy-snake]

Some ship art to appease @appleinfesting need for Kiuto haha! ^^

[artofaboythatoncewas]

Teachers 2

Leo: Karate instructor. Having an action figure of yourself would be rad. I mean, just imagine your very own Oro figurine to pose and play with. And in the fashion that every toy company hates, you can use it to interact with toys outside of the designated set. But the profiteering part of my brain wants to create an entire set of me and all my buddies and adversaries. We’ll call it something like, The Misadventures of Oro Quarez with an entire playset of the Ola Diara headquarters. Oh, we’d have figurines for Viz and Hunah, maybe even Mecatl! Hey, if we’re gonna go this far with it, we might as well add in a new dog sidekick to spice things up; we were losing sales with the original cast, you see. I don’t even have a dog, but let’s just pick a popular breed and call him Coco. Yes, Coco! That’s the generically adorable Spanish name everyone wants for a canine sidekick, right? [,,,] That got me thinking of how many parents have chose a name for their child only to then recognize later on post-birth that they’d have a more appealing set of circumstances if they possibly had a better name. Typically, the forces of Americanization persuade people chose dumb names like Bryce or Bryceler, but I can’t tell if this is better than traditional names. On one hand, I want experimenting, but on the other, I don’t want white people to engage with it. But if you wanna sell your products, you have to sell them in the U.S.; nobody here is soulless or rich enough to buy the entire collection. [...] Okay, I got back from contacting a toy factory here and they told me that it’s incredibly expensive and out of my league to attempt that, so I’ve resorted to creating Minecraft skins and potentially selling them to Mojang so they can create a DLC pack in the Bedrock edition of the game <the sound of chicken NPCs in Minecraft can be heard softly in the background>. Yeah, we got off topic a bit. Going back to square one… I really like action figure sets and Minecraft.

Taurus: Cooking instructor. The McDonald's toy—the one you stashed away in your car yesterday, under all of the hidden compartments—has shown itself again. It's shape was made distinct and it appeared almost as a silhouette to you. The franchise it was modeled after was Alvin and the Chipmunks, and the toy itself was based off one of the Chipettes: Jeanette to be specific. The cheap paint applied to her plastic mold was chipping with the relatively long amount of time you had her in the barracks of your Hindustan Ambassador, and the essence of her visage was fundamentally altered. With strength like yours, the figure was as easy to bend and mold like rubber: It was so close to shifting from a carbon-copy production into a unique shape of broken product. [,,,] Suddenly as you were remembering why you hid her for so long, a violent quake shook your car and forced you to pull over in a rather steep spot. You hid the toy back where you unearthed it from, and you get out of your car to avoid the possibility of being tossed over in this deep area and take a deadly plunge. As you waited outside your car, the violence of the quake stopped and you were left in a disturbing stillness. The earth's natural movement didn't cause that, it was something attempting to disrupt you. That disruptor was heard in the sound of a faint giggle, but the faintness of said giggle didn't matter, as you could instantly recognize who made it. […] You didn't forget this time; he didn't forget this time: The purple fucker was back for a second go. You frantically searched to attempt to locate his presence, but he was peering over you from the mountain cliff: Behind him was a city of foretold disaster made out of a broken reality bearing only Jeanette's face. Legends once told us that this was the mountain top which contained an ancient temple at its peak with finely crafted marble statues indicating where it is. Maybe that's why the Purple Entity came here once more. He hasn't come to fight you, but only to prevent you from retrieving something you would've discovered on your own had you made your travel up that cliff. Stop him before he gets what you were meant to discover.

Aquarius: Art teacher. I’ve been a party animal for a while, and I was always known as that person who’d bring the strangest gifts. Today, I think I’ll show up at your doorstep with a five-foot-tall leather-bound grimoire on all the sexual practices in the West wrapped in a pretty bonnet, gratifying you with a curtsy and a flash of an eye. Now, what I won’t tell you is that I’m the author of that book, and I’m creating a neat, tight-knit ploy in which you’ll soon recognize that the true grimoire of all the sexual practices of the West was me. You’ll promptly take me in and I’ll vomit onto you all of the painfully memorized information relating to the long, dark, and disturbing history of how people counteracted the popular narrative of heteronormative chastity. [...] “Nay, they must say! How are you so lackadaisical to forget your humble origins of bath-side instrument cleaning; you must understand that you can’t hop to-and-fro so rapidly and understand how the sexual grimoire controls you as much as you control it! Your body is just a fatty vessel for the liquid diaspora you’ve soaked up like a sponge; far too easy to make the connections and symbolism obvious as if you’re trying to imbibe your crew. I’ll continue to vomit the pages of the buoyant emotions that keep emerging back up no matter how hard you push them down.” [...] Yes, most of the pages are based on my personal life but I was sure that the consistencies wouldn’t be picked up on ‘cause I live mostly out at sea where anything can happen… as long as it’s nautical based. Er, speaking of nautical things, I’ve been having this strange feeling there’s some hairy boy somewhere in Florida who’s creating a write-up about his state’s maritime history and publishing it on, God, Medium out of all places. Best of luck to this hypothetical person though! Now back to the grimoire.

Pisces: Literature teacher. Our wrestling instructor didn't take their tummy medicine today and they were very cranky at the practice matches today. A beautiful piano solo was playing in my head when they were given a note that told them they had to substitute today. Ha, Idrissa almost broke character when they were training as the Simb this morning, so they went from a false lion to an honest lion! Heh, heh, heh… In all seriousness though, it was an unwarranted act of frustration that left many of us on the wrestling team quite uncomfortable. I thought it was just part of the bàkk beforehand, but it escalated way further when I felt one of my ribs snap under their hold on me. I’d complain about the safety violation that took place that day, but I did sign the EULA and it was pretty lenient on what was worthy of pressing charges over. I mean, it’s by tradition they allow hand blows, but Idrissa hit a little too hard. I mean, the thought of a huge, masculine-presenting lion grappling me and then proceeding to roughhouse me is pretty alluring, but I'd prefer if it was a different animal costume… I said too much; I'm sorry. […] Anyways, do you wanna talk about my aspirations instead? Someday, I hope to be as good of a wrestler as Boukar Faye, but with my seemingly indeterminate body weight and mass, I think I'll take on a different destiny as a wrestling legend. I'll be known as the shifting mass whose weight can change unexpectedly and can throw off even the most experienced of wrestlers. I'll also be known as the guy who never wears the proper attire, leading to a situation where I piss off the organizers. I'm not so good at Luttle Traditionnelle avec Frappe, since I don't use it to show off because… quite frankly, there's nothing about me to show off. Uh… How are you enjoying your stay so far? Do you wanna look at my trophies from the times I scared the contestants away?