#ModQuest2018

Key · 12-07-2018, 09:36 PM

Wait, are the recent posts not part of the story? I'm confused.

Oriphiel · 12-08-2018, 02:40 AM

"Wait, are the recent posts not part of the story?" typed Kiiii, his Hello Kitty keyboard clacking as his fingers danced across it. "I'm confused."

Navigating away from MB, he leaned back in his chair and pulled up a banquet of kinky porn tabs. Not because he liked jerking off to them, but because they were his aesthetic. Basking in the warmth of the piles of furries and crotch-chopping leather dudes before him, the screen of his computer illuminating his contented eyes in the rich darkness of his apartment, he felt an overwhelming peace as he came to terms with not only his existence in an uncaring and chaotic world, but also the transient nature of said existence. For sometimes, it is better for things to have an end.

In the midst of his meditations, there came a sharp creak from behind him, rising up slowly and unsteadily through the silence like a banshee yawning in the morning. He recognized the sound immediately, for he had fastidiously mentally cataloged the sound of every door that he had ever encountered. It was a thing he did.

The unoiled rasp. The popping of the painted-over hinges. The whispers of the eternal. It could only be The Red Door.

The creaking came to an abrupt stop.

He turned in his chair. The parting of the door was slight, barely visible through the dim light of his computer.

The voice came like tinnitus, drifting in as if it had always been there, the undercurrent of his existence, waiting for him to acknowledge it. It spoke not in simple and discernible words, but in pure intent, a transmission of raw desire from one mind to another, or perhaps many minds to none.

The desire was simple.

"Feed me."

And there, set in the far darkness, came two orbs, unreal things that were at once too dark and too bright for his tired mortal eyes. They resonated with the frequency of his soul, drawing nearer.

"Feed me."

Kiiii tried to look away. He knew that if he didn't, if he couldn't force himself to, he would never leave those eyes. But every thought of resistance seemed to unfurl as he fell deeper into the comforts of the eternally lost.

Fighting with every ounce of energy yet left within his worn frame, his hand trembled as it inched to the side. And every inch, every hint of movement, was a desperate battle that came at a terrible price, but it was a price that he had paid many times before. And, he suspected, one that he had never truly stopped paying, and never would.

His fingertips found the cold metal, curling and tightening as he tried to secure a grip. The aluminum scraped faintly as he pulled it to him across his desk. The fingers of his other hand found the tab.

"Feed me."

The shimmering darkness settled on him until it seemed to be all that ever was, his mortal distinctions and conceptions scattering out of him like bats fleeing a unsafe belfry. The last pieces of his nearly nonexistant will swelled, burning with the beautifully pathetic brightness of all things doomed to fade. He pulled the tab. Harder. Harder. Until at last! The lid finally gave, curling up with a faint rasp. At that moment, it was the most wonderful sound that he had ever heard.

The smell of tuna fast pervaded. The orbs withdrew, settling on the tin. Something brushed against his hands as the tin rose free and slipped into the darkness, the fur of a limb never meant to be touched by such a limited being. It brought forth sensations triggered from senses that he did not, could not, even possess, his mind giving him the closet possible approximations as it teetered on the edge of total dissolution.

And then the moment passed, as all moments do. The room jittered and warped minutely as reality reasserted itself, making an odd noise, like a basket made of thin metal weaves being stretched and twisted until the breaking point.

Kiiii turned back to his screen, his mind censoring his memories in defense of his sanity, only vaguely aware of what had transpired. Pulling MB back up, he went to the Your Day thread.

"Just fed the cat, lol," he typed with a smile. "Might take her out for a walk later, after a few more ranked Rocket League matches."

**Exo** · 12-10-2018, 09:02 PM

I want to be in the story. However, I HAVE to die.

Key · 12-10-2018, 10:21 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Oriphiel

"Wait, are the recent posts not part of the story?" typed Kiiii, his Hello Kitty keyboard clacking as his fingers danced across it. "I'm confused."

Navigating away from MB, he leaned back in his chair and pulled up a banquet of kinky porn tabs. Not because he liked jerking off to them, but because they were his aesthetic. Basking in the warmth of the piles of furries and crotch-chopping leather dudes before him, the screen of his computer illuminating his contented eyes in the rich darkness of his apartment, he felt an overwhelming peace as he came to terms with not only his existence in an uncaring and chaotic world, but also the transient nature of said existence. For sometimes, it is better for things to have an end.

In the midst of his meditations, there came a sharp creak from behind him, rising up slowly and unsteadily through the silence like a banshee yawning in the morning. He recognized the sound immediately, for he had fastidiously mentally cataloged the sound of every door that he had ever encountered. It was a thing he did.

The unoiled rasp. The popping of the painted-over hinges. The whispers of the eternal. It could only be The Red Door.

The creaking came to an abrupt stop.

He turned in his chair. The parting of the door was slight, barely visible through the dim light of his computer.

The voice came like tinnitus, drifting in as if it had always been there, the undercurrent of his existence, waiting for him to acknowledge it. It spoke not in simple and discernible words, but in pure intent, a transmission of raw desire from one mind to another, or perhaps many minds to none.

The desire was simple.

"Feed me."

And there, set in the far darkness, came two orbs, unreal things that were at once too dark and too bright for his tired mortal eyes. They resonated with the frequency of his soul, drawing nearer.

"Feed me."

Kiiii tried to look away. He knew that if he didn't, if he couldn't force himself to, he would never leave those eyes. But every thought of resistance seemed to unfurl as he fell deeper into the comforts of the eternally lost.

Fighting with every ounce of energy yet left within his worn frame, his hand trembled as it inched to the side. And every inch, every hint of movement, was a desperate battle that came at a terrible price, but it was a price that he had paid many times before. And, he suspected, one that he had never truly stopped paying, and never would.

His fingertips found the cold metal, curling and tightening as he tried to secure a grip. The aluminum scraped faintly as he pulled it to him across his desk. The fingers of his other hand found the tab.

"Feed me."

The shimmering darkness settled on him until it seemed to be all that ever was, his mortal distinctions and conceptions scattering out of him like bats fleeing a unsafe belfry. The last pieces of his nearly nonexistant will swelled, burning with the beautifully pathetic brightness of all things doomed to fade. He pulled the tab. Harder. Harder. Until at last! The lid finally gave, curling up with a faint rasp. At that moment, it was the most wonderful sound that he had ever heard.

The smell of tuna fast pervaded. The orbs withdrew, settling on the tin. Something brushed against his hands as the tin rose free and slipped into the darkness, the fur of a limb never meant to be touched by such a limited being. It brought forth sensations triggered from senses that he did not, could not, even possess, his mind giving him the closet possible approximations as it teetered on the edge of total dissolution.

And then the moment passed, as all moments do. The room jittered and warped minutely as reality reasserted itself, making an odd noise, like a basket made of thin metal weaves being stretched and twisted until the breaking point.

Kiiii turned back to his screen, his mind censoring his memories in defense of his sanity, only vaguely aware of what had transpired. Pulling MB back up, he went to the Your Day thread.

"Just fed the cat, lol," he typed with a smile. "Might take her out for a walk later, after a few more ranked Rocket League matches."

I think I love you.

windsock · 12-10-2018, 10:38 PM

These just get better and better.

~~[MERIT]~~ · 01-03-2019, 06:33 PM

Ori, you failed. Gonna re-up for 2019?

Oriphiel · 01-08-2019, 01:16 PM

Mayyyyyybe

WWWP · 01-08-2019, 03:20 PM

I want more lines

The Batlord · 01-08-2019, 03:22 PM

*insert Scarface gif*

Oriphiel · 01-08-2019, 05:34 PM

Nah, have this one instead

12-08-2018, 02:40 AM	#22 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	"Wait, are the recent posts not part of the story?" typed Kiiii, his Hello Kitty keyboard clacking as his fingers danced across it. "I'm confused." Navigating away from MB, he leaned back in his chair and pulled up a banquet of kinky porn tabs. Not because he liked jerking off to them, but because they were his aesthetic. Basking in the warmth of the piles of furries and crotch-chopping leather dudes before him, the screen of his computer illuminating his contented eyes in the rich darkness of his apartment, he felt an overwhelming peace as he came to terms with not only his existence in an uncaring and chaotic world, but also the transient nature of said existence. For sometimes, it is better for things to have an end. In the midst of his meditations, there came a sharp creak from behind him, rising up slowly and unsteadily through the silence like a banshee yawning in the morning. He recognized the sound immediately, for he had fastidiously mentally cataloged the sound of every door that he had ever encountered. It was a thing he did. The unoiled rasp. The popping of the painted-over hinges. The whispers of the eternal. It could only be The Red Door. The creaking came to an abrupt stop. He turned in his chair. The parting of the door was slight, barely visible through the dim light of his computer. The voice came like tinnitus, drifting in as if it had always been there, the undercurrent of his existence, waiting for him to acknowledge it. It spoke not in simple and discernible words, but in pure intent, a transmission of raw desire from one mind to another, or perhaps many minds to none. The desire was simple. "Feed me." And there, set in the far darkness, came two orbs, unreal things that were at once too dark and too bright for his tired mortal eyes. They resonated with the frequency of his soul, drawing nearer. "Feed me." Kiiii tried to look away. He knew that if he didn't, if he couldn't force himself to, he would never leave those eyes. But every thought of resistance seemed to unfurl as he fell deeper into the comforts of the eternally lost. Fighting with every ounce of energy yet left within his worn frame, his hand trembled as it inched to the side. And every inch, every hint of movement, was a desperate battle that came at a terrible price, but it was a price that he had paid many times before. And, he suspected, one that he had never truly stopped paying, and never would. His fingertips found the cold metal, curling and tightening as he tried to secure a grip. The aluminum scraped faintly as he pulled it to him across his desk. The fingers of his other hand found the tab. "Feed me." The shimmering darkness settled on him until it seemed to be all that ever was, his mortal distinctions and conceptions scattering out of him like bats fleeing a unsafe belfry. The last pieces of his nearly nonexistant will swelled, burning with the beautifully pathetic brightness of all things doomed to fade. He pulled the tab. Harder. Harder. Until at last! The lid finally gave, curling up with a faint rasp. At that moment, it was the most wonderful sound that he had ever heard. The smell of tuna fast pervaded. The orbs withdrew, settling on the tin. Something brushed against his hands as the tin rose free and slipped into the darkness, the fur of a limb never meant to be touched by such a limited being. It brought forth sensations triggered from senses that he did not, could not, even possess, his mind giving him the closet possible approximations as it teetered on the edge of total dissolution. And then the moment passed, as all moments do. The room jittered and warped minutely as reality reasserted itself, making an odd noise, like a basket made of thin metal weaves being stretched and twisted until the breaking point. Kiiii turned back to his screen, his mind censoring his memories in defense of his sanity, only vaguely aware of what had transpired. Pulling MB back up, he went to the Your Day thread. "Just fed the cat, lol," he typed with a smile. "Might take her out for a walk later, after a few more ranked Rocket League matches." __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------

12-10-2018, 09:02 PM	#23 (permalink)
Exo All day jazz and biscuits Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: NJ Posts: 7,359	I want to be in the story. However, I HAVE to die. __________________ LastFM SUPREME POO BAH MODERATOR EXTRAORDINAIRE

01-03-2019, 06:33 PM	#26 (permalink)
~~[MERIT]~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Missouri, USA Posts: 4,814	Ori, you failed. Gonna re-up for 2019? Last edited by [MERIT]; 01-09-2019 at 09:28 PM.

01-08-2019, 01:16 PM	#27 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	Mayyyyyybe __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------

01-08-2019, 05:34 PM	#30 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	Nah, have this one instead __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------

12-07-2018, 09:36 PM	#21 (permalink)
Key . Join Date: Dec 2010 Posts: 13,153	Wait, are the recent posts not part of the story? I'm confused.