The Syndicate

JaggedJimmyJay wrote: ↑Thu May 04, 2023 11:20 pm
Dubz wrote: ↑Thu May 04, 2023 11:16 pm Final flavor is done!
Everyone please say thank you to Dubz for her hosting efforts (even if she tries to downplay them), and go read all of her flavor immediately.

<3

Except don't try to read anything from the 4th or 5th cycles because those uh... don't exist yet.

Still planning to write them for completeness, thought I would have another cycle to do that before the game ended. Players always messing with my plans

Final flavor is done!

Thanks for playing everyone!! It was fun being a slacker host!

Did not expect the game to end today so I still have some previous flavor gaps to fill, but the final one will be done shortly

Day Six: If You Give A Bear Cocaine

Two carnivores, both adapted to the subzero cold, locked eyes in the snow. Their captive audience almost couldn’t make out their shapes in the piece of frigid habitat where they crouched. One, the largest and most vicious living meat eater on Earth, the other an elusive and yet still fearsome predator, a shadow on the mountains. There was definitely something…off about one of them. If you looked closely, the fur that provided such great camouflage was stained, just barely. Stained red.

The other animals began to take sides. A tyrannosaurus rex positioned himself behind the polar bear, his starfish friend in tow. Theirs was an odd relationship, but it worked for them, and who are we to judge the friendships that form in such trying times? Meanwhile, the snow leopard gathered his own odd collection of supporters. No one that he ever would have met under normal circumstances, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary friends. The tardigrade and the giant tortoise almost made sense together, if you squinted. One, near indestructible, the other, basically immortal when you compared the lifespan to the other creatures. And the puffin, well. No need for explanation there. It worked out nicely that the pigeon decided to back the polar bear, opposite the other bird. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

Meanwhile, a sea lion watched from a greater distance. Polar bears were trouble for sea lions of course, and she had no interest in being eaten. Better to just slip away and hope no one would notice.

The polar bear opened her mouth wide in what the others thought would be a roar, but actually turned into a yawn.
“Tired are you?” said the snow leopard, “Too many late nights, out killing?”
The yawn did turn into a roar then, but the polar bear did not otherwise reply. Odd. The snow leopard narrowed his eyes, and for the first time noticed that the white speckles on the bear’s black nose were not flecks of snow. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking again.
“Are you…I can’t even believe I’m asking this. Are you on drugs?”

The polar bear licked her lips and grinned a toothy grin, still not speaking. Her crew of supporters couldn’t see it from where they were standing, but the others noted the red glow in her dilated pupils, and the unsteady way she moved from side to side.

The snow leopard turned to the puffin. “I think that bear is high on cocaine,” he said.
“You…what?” said the puffin, not even sure if she knew what cocaine was.
“There’s no time to explain. We need to subdue her. A polar bear is bad enough, a polar bear on drugs…well, now I understand why so many animals have been dying, more than just the werecreatures could have killed.”
“But she has her own crew, and I don’t think we’ll be able to convince them,” said the tortoise.
“Don’t worry about that,” said the snow leopard, “I have a plan.”

A few quick whispers later, and the snow leopard and his companions charged at the bear. The mechanics of a charging tardigrade need not be discussed. We’ll say it was…riding on the snow leopard’s back. The puffin had somehow gotten a grip on the tortoise’s shell before taking flight. For her part, the bear had been a bit distracted taking another deep sniff of her cocaine stash. The animals on her side hadn’t noticed, had thought she was just sniffing the snow or something. They knew better than to question the decisions of a goddamn polar bear. They all braced themselves for the fight, but the snow leopard and his companions suddenly changed course, taking a wide path around the bear and regrouping behind her. The sudden change in direction caused the puffin to drop the tortoise, who knocked the pigeon out of the air. The pigeon groaned in pain, but the tortoise was none the worse for wear.

“What are you doing?” the bear asked, speaking for the first time. And suddenly they realized why she hadn’t been talking. Her voice was as high as she was, shaky, and lightning fast. The t-rex and star fish suddenly felt uneasy, but it didn’t matter. The the snow leopard’s plan was already in place. He’d spotted a crack in the ice the polar bear was standing on.

“Let’s just hope she’s too high to do anything about this,” he said to the puffin over his shoulder. He bounded towards the bear, throwing all his weight in her direction. Usually this would have been wholly ineffective against a creature her stature, but she was addled by the drugs in that moment, and the snow leopard got just the momentum he needed to push her over the edge. She slipped into the gap in the ice, and was dragged below with the ocean’s current. The sea ice was solid for miles. She would never come up for air.

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supershorty wrote: ↑Sat Apr 29, 2023 7:25 pm That sticker was so durable.

so durable

Night Three: Don't You Froget About Me

Well, this one seems to have… croaked

DAY 2 FLAVOR UPDATED

Yes I am very behind on flavor, don't @ me

Day Three: Knock Knock

“Walk pls” meowed the calico cat, as he pranced around the watering hole and the other animals watched. “Steps pls.”

The kangaroo leaned over to the okapi and whispered behind her paw, “What is wrong with that cat?” she asked, and the okapi approximated a shrug. The kangaroo didn’t realize how good the cat’s hearing was.

“No pls,” said the calico, stopping to lick a paw, “Only cattos speak now. Good cattos.” The other animals looked at each other in growing alarm as he continued to whisper good cattos to himself over and over again, but they felt compelled to listen. They followed the calico in his path around the watering hole until all the animals had formed the slowest, strangest conga line the earth had ever seen. Eventually they made a complete circle, gentle waves of water lapping at their feet. The calico cat stopped abruptly and turned, looking at each animal individually. This took a while, as there were hundreds of creatures gathered. The silence dragged on. The sloth started to doze off. Finally, the cat spoke.

“Explain…softly,” asked the cat, “Why do you hate fruits?”
At first there was no reply, and then the cat remembered he had told them not to speak.
“Answer pls.”
“It is not that we hate fruits,” said a porcupine, “It is that we think you might have poisoned them.”
“Why pls?” said the cat, a barely detectable edge to his voice.
“Probably because you refuse to eat them yourself!” shouted a pigeon. “You just keep sending them to others, with murderous intent!”
“Unlikely pls. They are gifts pls,” said the cat, his fur beginning to stand on end. He was small and it only made him look the slightest bit more intimidating.
“Still it’s pretty suspicious,” said a hippopotamus, “Why don’t you eat just one, to prove to us they are safe?”
The cat swallowed hard, He hadn’t expected this. He decided to try a diversion tactic he had learned from a now-deceased…well, friend wasn’t really the right word in this scenario, was it? Anyway…

“Knock knock” he said. The other animals blinked. “Knock. Knock.” he said again, more insistent this time.
“Who’s there?” said a tiny field mouse.
“Banana” said the cat.
“Banana who?” a springbok chimed in.
“Knock knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Banana”
“Banana who?”
“Knock knock”
This went on for several minutes, the other animals growing frustrated with the never-ending bananas with no resolution. The calico carried on, not knowing how to stop now that he had started, and not wanting to give the others a chance to start questioning him again.
“Who’s there?” a weary voice said after more than a dozen knock knocks, and before the calico could reply, someone came up behind him, grabbed his jaws, opened his mouth wide, and shoved a piece of fruit inside.
“Orange” said his assailant.
“Ownge whhhh,” mumbled the terrified cat as he tried desperately not to bite down on the citrus that was lodged in his mouth.
“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” said the other, forcing the cat’s jaws shut. The fruit burst in the calico’s mouth, its juices running down his throat and chin. He was dead in moments.
Yes, it seems the fruit had been poisoned after all.

Night Two: Hungry Like the Wolf

With the giraffe dead, the little kestrel that he had been hounding breathed a sigh of relief. He felt the embrace of the light of the full moon, felt its power coursing through him. Yes, the giraffe had been right to be so focused on this tiny bird. Though he was small, the kestrel was still a falcon, with all the natural killing abilities that a falcon is born with. And then he had been transformed, had become a creature hell bent on murdering others. It wasn’t his fault - just luck of the draw. He’s been chosen by the moon.

But the falcon was not as safe as he’d thought. Even the power of the moon could not save him when he was marked for death. Perhaps it was the element of surprise that did him in, maybe he had just gotten complacent, forgetting that he and his companions were not the only creatures that were active in the night. When death came for him, it came swiftly and without a sound. All that remained in the morning was another pile of bloodied feathers, and his companions hiding their grief as the others realized they were not the feathers of a normal bird.

~~~

She was a wolf, sure but not a werewolf. It was different! The full moon had no effect on her, other than making her want to howl a little. But she knew this was not the right time or place, it would only spook the others if she started howling at the moon while they were hunting werecreatures. Still, her appearance brought some whispers from the other animals. She was just so wolfy some of them claimed. Duh, she thought to herself when these accusations were made. I’m a goddamn wolf, just not that kind. She grumbled to herself in the night, keeping an eye out for the real werewolves. Unfortunately for her, the strength of wolves is in pack numbers, and she was alone. The whispers about her finally stopped when her body was found, beaten and bloodied and with no evidence that she had ever been anything but a simple gray wolf.

~~~

Emotions ran high, relief at the death of the werefalcon tempered by the devastating loss of the wolf. It didn’t help when they found a mysterious smear of blood by the edge of the watering hole. No one could identify it, and there were too many animals around for them to figure out who exactly had gone missing. They could only assume from the amount of blood that this animal, whoever it was, had died as well.

Day 2: See Ya Later Alligator

The alligator had been morose, ever since that first day when the moose had stepped on his tail. It had put him in a terrible mood, and the full moon had only made it worse. He lurked just under the surface of the watering hole, only his eyes visible above the water, watching everyone.

“What’s wrong?” said a quiet voice from nearby, and the alligator turned to see a small green-brown newt with bright red spots floating in the water beside him.

“Nothing,” replied the alligator, and he began to beat his tail from side to side, gliding through the water with grace that he could never replicate on land. Truth be told, he was tired. He hadn’t been sleeping well. The voice spoke beside him again and it set his teeth on edge. How was the little thing keeping up with him?

“Wait, where are you going? Don’t you want to help us find the werecreatures?” In response, the alligator swam faster, trying to escape the pest. While he merely moved his tail in broad strokes, the little newt wiggled her entire body to keep up with him. The alligator gained enough distance to turn and face her, watching her try to catch up with him, grim determination in her tiny newt eyes. He noticed for the first time that her right arm was shorter than her other limbs, and that it ended in four miniscule nubs that could barely be called toes. Odd. But he didn’t care.

“Would you leave me alone?” he snapped at her, and the newt stopped short. Something in his voice had sent a chill down her spine.

Back on land, the giraffe was glaring at the trees again. Some of the other creatures had finally realized that he was eyeing one bird in particular, a little kestrel. He grunted and flared his huge nostrils in the kestrel’s direction, pawing the ground in agitation. For his part, the bird was not any happier than the giraffe. He took off from the tree and hovered in the air a few feet in front of the giraffe’s face, screeching an angry Klee! Klee! Klee! Killy! Klee!

“Wait,” said another bird from the nearby trees, “Did he just say kill ?
“See?” said the giraffe, “I told you! This bird is trouble!”
“You’re being ridiculous,” a nearby tortoise chimed in. “That’s just what his voice sounds like. Besides, he said killy. It’s not even a word.”

The giraffe glared at the tortoise, considering giving him a swift kick. For a moment he imagined the awkward, amusing struggle that would ensue if he managed to flip the tortoise on his back. But he pushed the thought away and turned his focus back to the falcon. And then, just as he was gearing up to use his head like a wrecking ball to knock the bird out of the air, he froze.

“I don’t…feel so well…” the giraffe said faintly, starting to sway on his feet.

While the land creatures were distracted by the giraffe, the aquatic contingent had started to gravitate toward the alligator and the newt. They had sensed the fear emanating from the newt’s pores, a chemical signal that raised a communal alarm. The alligator stared at the newt, placid on the outside but internally burning with a growing rage. As the day drew to a close he felt it burning brighter. The moon was rising.

“Look at him,” said the manatee, “There’s…something happening to him.”
And she was right. His teeth were growing longer, his eyes beginning to glow a deadly red. As they watched, he started to rise from the water on his hind legs. They lengthened and his torso became more upright, until he was standing in bipedal fashion. It was a horrific sight.

“Oh my god,” whispered the newt, “He’s a weregator!”

“Obviously” said the alligator, the sarcasm not quite masking the pain in his voice. The transformation was unpleasant to say the least.

After a moment, a few of the aquatic creatures stopped staring and sprang into action. The werecreatures had the upper hand with the element of surprise, but out in the open like this, even with the strength of the moon in his veins, the alligator didn’t stand a chance against eight other creatures. They sprang on him, dragging him below the water, biting, slashing, crushing, doing everything they could to beat the life out of him. Even the newt helped, opening her little mouth and snapping at his soft underbelly.

As the last bits of air were beaten from the alligator’s lungs and his body settled on the bottom of the watering hole, the giraffe stumbled again. His feet crossed and got tangled up in each other. He almost recovered, but a small furry creature was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he tripped. The watching animals all gasped as the giraffe tumbled forward, his head making contact with the ground before his body, and his neck snapping under his weight.

Marmot wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:52 pm
Marmot wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:51 pm I... would gander he's in anti-spew mode.
Also if Creature flips exactly as a gander, I'm going to murder the hosts of this game.

ducks and runs

potentialsheltervet wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:48 pm
Sloonei wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:47 pm
Marmot wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:38 pm
potentialsheltervet wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:35 pm
Marmot wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 9:24 pm Here is my rainbow.

Kate/MacDougall
santygrass
S~V~S
DrWilgy/tutuu
Sloonei
potentialsheltervet
NateTheLesser
Mayo the Mayo
genny
Neon
SARdoghandler
mightyrunner7
miranda920
Seanzie
falcon45ca
Dennis
dyachei/Lawpy
Creature
Zenge?
Zenge
Zedge?
It's actually Zonge.

I heard it's Zinge

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Mayo the Mayo wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2023 8:27 pm This thread is like playing with samac and shorty and their twins.

[VOTE: Creature[/creature]] aubergine

[VOTE:

Wow not even a mention of Dubz, I am deeply offended] aubergine

Night One

When darkness fell it was clear to see that the moon had reached peak fullness. Some of the animals tried to sleep, but were disturbed by unnatural howls. Others skulked about in the moonlight, attempting to evade detection. The reflection of the night sky shimmered on the surface of the watering hole, smooth as glass, until a disturbance created a chain of ripples, ruining the tranquil image.

Deep below, at the bottom of the pool where the moonlight barely reached, a mantis shrimp clicked its pincers together, deep in thought. Each click of its massive claws created a trail of bubbles that released tiny flashes of light as they popped. It was like a beacon, leading straight to the shrimp’s location. He thought nothing of it - too many other things on his mind. Decisions to make. Mantis shrimp don’t really sleep, you see, so he had a lot of time alone with his thoughts. The hours ticked away as the bubbles continued to dance and flash around him. Pop. Pop. Pop.

When the sun rose, warming the water in small, slow increments, the piranha raised the alarm. The mantis shrimp was gone, with only one huge claw left behind outside of the coral burrow he had called home.

~~~~~

Just when the mantis shrimp was creating his last stream of bubbles, a small, pretty bird was flitting through the trees, trying to get a decent view of the ground below. The moonlight made it a little easier, but she was not adapted for nocturnal activity, and her night vision was poor. Meanwhile she appeared to the other animals as a bright pink ball bouncing from branch to branch, seeming to float on the air. They watched her, marveling at her color. It was unusual for a female of her species, which were supposed to be a more drab brown. Perhaps things would have gone differently for her, had she not been so unique.

Soon after the piranha raised the alarm about the missing shrimp, an elephant started trumpeting near the base of a tree. He pointed with his trunk at the ground, but at first the others could not figure out why he was so upset. The pile of bright pink feathers was so small that they did not see it until they were almost on top of it. Somewhere nearby her mate raised a hoarse, raspy cry that would never be answered again.

~~~~~

Early in the night, the fox met up with a good friend, another canid. They were pretty similar in size and shape, though the fox was a lovely ginger and her friend was more of a blonde. The two spent many nights like this, yipping and bowing at each other, and giggling as they played. They zoomed around the watering hole, and didn’t notice when the bubbles from the mantis shrimp stopped rising to the surface. They also didn’t see the beautiful rosefinch fall from her tree, though their antics brought them quite close by. Soon they grew tired and settled down in companionable silence on the grass, watching the stars overhead. They stayed like this for awhile, just enjoying each other’s company, before they drifted off to sleep.

The fox’s companion was awoken in the morning by the panicked chatter all around her, and she turned to nudge the fox, who was always a late riser. But her friend did not move when she prodded her with a paw, and when the little dog looked closer she saw blood staining her pelt. She started to howl, and the sound of her anguish was worse than the grief of all the others combined.

Day One: The Bear Necessities

Things had started out pleasant enough. There were jokes and friendly introductions, a little playful banter, nothing too serious. But when a moose got a little too rowdy and stepped on an alligator’s tail, things started to take a turn. The reptile snapped at her ankles, but he was slow and uncoordinated on land, especially in a crowd. A couple others saw the moose acting skittish and looked at her with suspicion. Everyone was quiet for a moment, contemplating and shooting each other with wary glances. Thinking back on how the moon had looked before dawn. And had they heard some strange howls in the night, or had it been their imaginations?

The scuffle with the moose set off a chain reaction around the watering hole. Soon accusations were being thrown left and right, though the animals were quite pleasant with each other even while stating that one or the other should be…eliminated, whatever that meant. Coyotes yipped at beavers, who preferred to avoid confrontation by slipping beneath the surface of the water. A kangaroo shrugged at a rabbit who was incessantly thumping his feet, raising an alarm that was taken up by his companions. There was so much activity that it was hard to keep things straight. The giraffe pawed the ground and glared in the direction of a tree full of birds, but it was hard for the others to tell exactly which one he was glaring at, and why. It’s difficult to understand the perspective of someone who is so tall, you see. And anyway, no one was really interested in messing with the birds. They had the advantage of air superiority.

No, soon it was a terrestrial mammal that began to draw the most attention. Maybe he’d told too many jokes when everyone else was starting to get serious. Maybe they just didn’t like the creepy way he walked on his hind legs for far longer than was normal for a bear. Whatever the cause, familiar faces and new acquaintances alike were just not amused by his antics. He ran for the trees, even dropping down to use all four legs, but he was not fast enough. A fellow carnivore delivered the killing bite to his throat, crushing his windpipe. But when they all looked closer at the body, they saw no signs of the change they were expecting. He had just been a bear all along.

SportPonies wrote: ↑Thu Apr 20, 2023 8:31 pm *extra adverbs for @Dubz

pyxxy wrote: ↑Thu Apr 20, 2023 3:20 pm
SportPonies wrote: ↑Thu Apr 20, 2023 11:40 am If you’re village, you just undid any good reading you did in Hannibal lol
y'all had a Hannibal themed game?

where my Fannibals at

HI IT'S ME I RAN THAT GAME

(actually the second Hannibal game I've run, and there will be a third)

potentialsheltervet wrote: ↑Tue Apr 18, 2023 6:10 pm
Zenge wrote: ↑Mon Apr 17, 2023 10:37 pm
Sloonei wrote: ↑Mon Apr 17, 2023 10:35 pm What is the worst animal?
Geese. They’re mean and poop everywhere.
Shut the fuck up

I've never needed a laugh react so badly in my life

DrWilgy wrote: ↑Tue Apr 18, 2023 12:26 pm D1 Dubz worked last time. Let's get them D0!

[VOTE: Dubz] aubergine

I'll remember this

Zenge wrote: ↑Tue Apr 18, 2023 11:29 am Just testing to see if this works. I usually need it.

:eggface:

Zenge wrote: ↑Tue Apr 18, 2023 11:30 am:bag: :sorry:

Skill issue

Scotty wrote: ↑Mon Apr 17, 2023 10:29 pm I’m sorry you randed Blue tailed skink

Smh there will be no herptile hate allowed in this here thread

The watering hole has always been a gathering place, somewhere for all creatures to commune with each other, no matter what their usual niche. It was understood among them all that it was a place of peace. Their differences would be put aside, food webs discarded, competition forgotten. Here the wolf and the deer, the elephant and the polar bear, the planarian and the…wait a minute, was that a dinosaur? Well, regardless of their shape or size or extinction status, all creatures were safe at the watering hole.

This particular watering hole was special. There was a species-appropriate piece of habitat for every creature under the sun and moon. The song of lorikeets drifted out of a tropical jungle and intermingled with the soft cries of a newborn panda as it traversed through its mother’s fur at the edge of a bamboo forest. A giraffe lowered its head a great distance to the water’s edge and for a moment locked eyes with a piranha. The giraffe drank in slow gulps and the piranha watched, curious how the water could travel all the way up that long neck.

A pair of hyenas rolled in the early morning dew, laughing to themselves. The kookaburra took up the sound, and descended into such a raucous cacophony of amusement that it awoke the few diurnal creatures that were still snoozing. They gazed up at the sky, the moon still faintly visible as the morning light peeked above the horizon. It was almost a perfect orb. A few of the animals shuddered, possessing some subconscious knowledge of what was to come. Others felt a shiver deep in their bones as something began to take hold, something inevitable.

The Syndicate

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