Lunamor

Y’all should add fire

I’m a Flourexploder.

I shall prize frosting above all else

Luna decided that a welcome back party for BoS was in order.

Pillow pet.

Spend it on caaaaaake...

Dragon with glasses. Yes. 10/10

Dear Mom, How are you doing? I’m doing ok. Things are pretty boring. Life these days seems to just be one giant DMV. Correction, it might actually be exactly that. Just last week I spent five hours waiting in line just to get my permit finally accepted. I mean, come on. There’s got to be a more efficient way of doing things. Do we really need a permit for everything? Sure, this ensures that nothing too out of place happens, and sure, the permits let you do basically anything, but it takes so long! We shouldn’t have to wait for forty eight hours to get a page turning permit! Plus, who spells the last name Bond as B-a-w-n-d? It’s really not that hard. That little mistake took three whole weeks to get fixed. Well anyways, now that I’ve at long last got my license to kill I can start working again, so that’s nice. I should actually start to catch up on that stuff so I don’t think that I have time to write anything else. Hope this letter reaches you soon, miss ya! Love, James A small and very fluffy cat runs into your house and refuses to leave. You let it stay on account of how cute it is. However, there seems to be something rather strange about it.

Unfortunately it is very unlikely that someone is selling a Pattern mask. It looks like it would be pretty simple to make with some cardboard and black paint, though, if you have any extra time. It seems like that might be your only option at the moment.

From a place that was far away (yet not far enough) a being watched. It saw the destruction, the countless buildings reduced to rubble. It saw the vegetable soldiers ripped to shreds before its wonderful, beautiful warriors. It saw the Champions rise up and crush all obstacles in their paths with nothing more than a though, nothing more than a simple step forwards. They proved to be effective distractions. Terribly entertaining. But of course it didn’t actually see, for sight was impossible for such a being. It smiled at what was before it. A big, wide smile that slowly crept up its face like cracks in an old concrete sidewalk. Like a tree was growing just underneath its skin, roots struggling to break free. The edges of the smile tugged further and further upwards, unnaturally high, but never reached the eyes. But of course it didn’t actually smile, for a smile was impossible for such a being. It laughed as it finally felt the pure, untainted form of triumph reach its center. It was a growling, scratching sound, like metal screeching on metal. Its form shook as it finally let itself laugh for the first time in eons. But of course it didn’t actually laugh, for laughter was impossible for such a being. The shaking grew more and more violent. The laughter became hysterical. The grin began to morph into a grimace. A single black, glistening drop of liquid rolled off of one of its fingers and plummeted downwards. One could have almost described it to be a substance similar to oil in looks. But it was darker, missing that thin rainbow sheen. Oddly, as it dropped through the cotton candy clouds, all of those with red tones- whether they were pinkish or blood colored- disappeared, sucked into the liquid without disturbing its surface. The tiny drop eventually found its way to the lands of the vegetables, hitting the ground at great speed yet not making a hint of a splash. Its form slowly grew, getting larger until its size seemed impossible. It began to take on a slightly human shape, more drops dripping off of what could only have been its head. Those drops began to coalesce into beings of their own. But they were all the same, of course. All under its control. All completely and totally focused on destroying all that which had been created. The black licorice had come.