- Joined
- Aug 16, 2018
It sounds like a stricter version of Plebbit. Speaking of which, does anyone know if Fennah is active on Reddit?
Edit: I found a subreddit called r/SatelliteCity
Last edited:
Sam Fennah / FailSafe42 - Atheist furry who dropped out of college; sperged to Bionicle fans about God not existing #SAVEBOB
- Thread starter Jazario
- Start date
Edit: I found a subreddit called r/SatelliteCity
- Joined
- Oct 21, 2019
So in the 2018 11 days of Fennah competition they had a bit of competition on who can be the most edgy degenerate who is the most creative among their peers!
Notice how it's always Lucy-Lucy-Lucy-Lucy, no love for Bob. (we demand justice) Now lets look at and critique those Fennah would deem winners of being his number one shall we?
For the art competition we have the runner-up by; Edgar (Djawn)
I'd say this is a pretty good piece of artwork. It's like looking at a your middle school year book. Just getting flashbacks of how you were a bit of an emo femboy or over did the eyeliner because you were sad. Maybe decided to add that hot pink stripe in your hair because you wanted to be a bit scene. Except instead of just showing your bad makeup and your openness to commit suicide, it's a physical manifestation of your inner demons and can't help but get a sense to punch the screen. Oh and our precious bob is featured in this! How thoughtful!
Now for the grand prize winner! by; Cherry Blossom Kid
Are you shitting me Sam? How self centered could you be? THIS was the winner? I saw this from a distance at first and thought Lucy was just being puppet-ed by Sams hand. Turns out it's Lucy contemplating killing Sam- and the size of her hand doesn't match the size she is as a character. She's like the size of a ferret. Those man hands though- just MMMhmmm! Asking for a solid decapitating and Dhamer shaming Sam right on up.Please do it will be a net benefit to us all. I imagine there were way better choices than this, but what do you expect to man who jacks off to his own reflection.
Next up we now have theFan Fiction writing competition! Remember to wright a story about how Lucy is stalking you to give you wonderful hugs kill you for no reason other than her entertainment!
All spoilers are copy pasted files of the documents provided below
I'm going to be honest, I'm not the best qualified when it comes to reviewing art in text form. I can't stand reading something that doesn't capture my gaze and is a trash fire I can and will look away from. Except I did my best to read these and my god these are way better than anything Fennah has made. The first one may be lacking in proper punctuation and be typed out like a 6th grader learning to add MLA formatting under their reports, except it didn't take a bunch of fuck wads to read over to hold me in for longer. (lest we forgotten this guy wrote the Bionicle Revolution script?)
And now we finally get to the Crafts competition. Where you makeanything something really special for the Satellite City community!
For our runner up! We got this nice bow! By; e g g
For starters, congrats e g g, you won not one but TWO satellite city competitions. How does it feel to be the number one degenerate with a name like e g g? Who cares. This very simple Lucy Themed bow fits the theme perfectly and doesn't directly include Lucy. It's nice to not see ferret joker for once. Those colors are still pretty darn ugly and I'm not even sure where someone would put this to be cute. It looks kinda like kiddos first art project.
And the winner of the Craft contest is...
The 11 Days of FENNAH Storyboard Song
by; MichaelAndJello
We start off HORRIBLE by slicing bob up into sushi. Seriously, any furfags of satellite city here's a message; don't reproduce. You may mistake your child for bob and throw them in a furnace or a washing machine, guess it depends on the amount of Lucy's seamen you eat that day. Now the song is great- except the one singing it is very off key and off beat- not to mention a bit lazy for not wanting to go through all the song. Probably meant for comedic intent, but I felt like the comedic timing was poorly timed. It just saved me the time to remember how much these people hate children.
Notice how it's always Lucy-Lucy-Lucy-Lucy, no love for Bob. (we demand justice) Now lets look at and critique those Fennah would deem winners of being his number one shall we?
For the art competition we have the runner-up by; Edgar (Djawn)
I'd say this is a pretty good piece of artwork. It's like looking at a your middle school year book. Just getting flashbacks of how you were a bit of an emo femboy or over did the eyeliner because you were sad. Maybe decided to add that hot pink stripe in your hair because you wanted to be a bit scene. Except instead of just showing your bad makeup and your openness to commit suicide, it's a physical manifestation of your inner demons and can't help but get a sense to punch the screen. Oh and our precious bob is featured in this! How thoughtful!
Now for the grand prize winner! by; Cherry Blossom Kid
Are you shitting me Sam? How self centered could you be? THIS was the winner? I saw this from a distance at first and thought Lucy was just being puppet-ed by Sams hand. Turns out it's Lucy contemplating killing Sam- and the size of her hand doesn't match the size she is as a character. She's like the size of a ferret. Those man hands though- just MMMhmmm! Asking for a solid decapitating and Dhamer shaming Sam right on up.
Next up we now have the
All spoilers are copy pasted files of the documents provided below
He didn't know the two legged creatures gave him a name. He just figured that the shrieks they emitted when he was around was what he was called. He didn't know what creature he was. Just one of canines that roamed about the dens. He just thought his horns only belonged to him. However, one of the few things Lupin knew more-or-less well was the forest. He knew the few animals that lived there made for a good snack. He also knew that the bottles and plastic wrappers the 'huemans' threw about were not a good snack so he had that going for him. However today felt a little different. It wasn't the fact that the glowing pumpkins with odd faces and screaming whatevers that hung from the huemans dens had returned (both of which did not make for a good snack). No, something was different. Something in the air. While trotting through the fallen leaves Lupin smelled something odd. It smelled like the odd liquids Lupin saw the huemans drinking that made him see the giant blue lizard that spoke strange words at him.
. The smell had something else to it as well. Something that didn't smell like the forest snacks. Following his nose, he dodged trees (most of them), leaped over a quick moving creek (after a sip) and almost didn't hear the bottles clink together as they fell to the ground. Lupin looked up to see a black... sheep dog? What luck, it almost looked like him! A friend! There was a smaller creature as well with it's chest heaving and bouncing and it's mouth stretched to reveal small fangs. A... Lupin wasn't quite sure what creature this was but it's still a friend! A mound of bottles lay between the two creatures, getting bigger by the minute. Lupin wasn't sure why they were not sleeping on the ground as they kept the pile growing. He took a step forward to meet the creatures just a few feet away and the leaves crunched under his paw. The creature's head's shot to the side and their eyes pierced his skin. Fear drifted through Lupin's body. Not the fear that the glowing pumpkins or the screaming whatevers gave him, no. This fear felt different. It blossomed in his chest and polluted his legs and sank into his head.
It felt like rain clouds spreading over a sunny day. Time seemed to stand still as the creatures did something with their paws. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" They sang to eachother but Lupin didn't understand what they said. "Damn it!" The sheep-dog yelled to whatever leaves that were left on the trees. The fear that was swirling through Lupin's chest was exploding like the colorful sky explosions that happened on a specific summer nights. The smaller creature stood like a hueman for a second, then hunkered down on all four of it's paws, staring directly at Lupin's eyes. "Run" the small one spoke. Lupin didn't understand the hueman's language but he knew he should probably get out of there if he wanted to keep his life. Lupin spun around and started to run as fast as his legs would take him. He started to hear small crunches behind him, like dried leaves being smashed to bits. His heart rushed as the small creature bounded after him, slowly but surely gaining on him. Weaving around the thick and thin trees Lupin scrambled, hoping to lose the odd not-forest-snack. The crunches behind him seemed to slow as he ran into a small clearing. Lupin plopped his large body down as if to become one with the dried leaves and closed his larger eyes but kept the smaller ones open to be sure that the not-forest-snack was following him.
And it's a good thing he slept with two eyes open or else he wouldn't have seen the small creature dropping down on top of him from a tree on the edge of the clearing. Somehow, Lupin rolled away just in time and chase began again. He tried to think of a plan but it's hard to think when your horns clacked against a tree branch every five seconds. Then it seemed that a good hit to the horns with a thick branch jogged his memory. There's a hueman den nearby! He jumped over the gentle stream with the small creature nearly grabbing onto his tail and after some trial and error, arrived at the hueman den.
At the opening of the hueman's den was a hueman with black fur sitting on an odd log with odd angles that couldn't possibly fit Lupin's backside. The hueman rocked back and fourth on the odd log. It looked up at him after turning a... what was it? Lupin had seen the huemans staring at them intently but Lupin didn't really see what was so special about them. Lupin had tried to look at the odd objects with flaps and black symbols to no avail. Anyways, the hueman looked up at Lupin with little to no interest, which was odd because the huemans shrieked whenever he was near. Lupin started to feel annoyed. What was the point of coming here? Especially when a small terrify- Lupin looked over to see a small creature with white swirls. Not just any creature... a forest snack!
Lupin bounded over to the forest snack. It took one look at Lupin and moved away from his snapping jaws with impressive speed and shrieked just like a hueman. The weird forest snack climbed up into a nearby tree and up onto a branch that was slightly too far away for Lupin's maw to reach. Lupin tried nonetheless to get the tasty, albeit weird forest snack. He tried to climb the tree but to no avail. The weird forest snack just climbed higher into the tree and as Lupin got back to all four of his feet he felt an odd weight on his back. He looked back as far as he could and saw the weird not-forest-snack nonchalantly laying on him, chest heaving again and quickly sucking air in and out and displaying small needle like teeth. The small creature patted Lupin's hyperventilating side and said "good boy" before springing off of his back and into the forest. Lupin didn't understand what just happened to him. Why was he spared? Lupin looked at the hueman to see his reaction to the events that just occurred but all it did was stand up, yawn and retreat back into the den without a care in the world.
. The smell had something else to it as well. Something that didn't smell like the forest snacks. Following his nose, he dodged trees (most of them), leaped over a quick moving creek (after a sip) and almost didn't hear the bottles clink together as they fell to the ground. Lupin looked up to see a black... sheep dog? What luck, it almost looked like him! A friend! There was a smaller creature as well with it's chest heaving and bouncing and it's mouth stretched to reveal small fangs. A... Lupin wasn't quite sure what creature this was but it's still a friend! A mound of bottles lay between the two creatures, getting bigger by the minute. Lupin wasn't sure why they were not sleeping on the ground as they kept the pile growing. He took a step forward to meet the creatures just a few feet away and the leaves crunched under his paw. The creature's head's shot to the side and their eyes pierced his skin. Fear drifted through Lupin's body. Not the fear that the glowing pumpkins or the screaming whatevers gave him, no. This fear felt different. It blossomed in his chest and polluted his legs and sank into his head.
It felt like rain clouds spreading over a sunny day. Time seemed to stand still as the creatures did something with their paws. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" They sang to eachother but Lupin didn't understand what they said. "Damn it!" The sheep-dog yelled to whatever leaves that were left on the trees. The fear that was swirling through Lupin's chest was exploding like the colorful sky explosions that happened on a specific summer nights. The smaller creature stood like a hueman for a second, then hunkered down on all four of it's paws, staring directly at Lupin's eyes. "Run" the small one spoke. Lupin didn't understand the hueman's language but he knew he should probably get out of there if he wanted to keep his life. Lupin spun around and started to run as fast as his legs would take him. He started to hear small crunches behind him, like dried leaves being smashed to bits. His heart rushed as the small creature bounded after him, slowly but surely gaining on him. Weaving around the thick and thin trees Lupin scrambled, hoping to lose the odd not-forest-snack. The crunches behind him seemed to slow as he ran into a small clearing. Lupin plopped his large body down as if to become one with the dried leaves and closed his larger eyes but kept the smaller ones open to be sure that the not-forest-snack was following him.
And it's a good thing he slept with two eyes open or else he wouldn't have seen the small creature dropping down on top of him from a tree on the edge of the clearing. Somehow, Lupin rolled away just in time and chase began again. He tried to think of a plan but it's hard to think when your horns clacked against a tree branch every five seconds. Then it seemed that a good hit to the horns with a thick branch jogged his memory. There's a hueman den nearby! He jumped over the gentle stream with the small creature nearly grabbing onto his tail and after some trial and error, arrived at the hueman den.
At the opening of the hueman's den was a hueman with black fur sitting on an odd log with odd angles that couldn't possibly fit Lupin's backside. The hueman rocked back and fourth on the odd log. It looked up at him after turning a... what was it? Lupin had seen the huemans staring at them intently but Lupin didn't really see what was so special about them. Lupin had tried to look at the odd objects with flaps and black symbols to no avail. Anyways, the hueman looked up at Lupin with little to no interest, which was odd because the huemans shrieked whenever he was near. Lupin started to feel annoyed. What was the point of coming here? Especially when a small terrify- Lupin looked over to see a small creature with white swirls. Not just any creature... a forest snack!
Lupin bounded over to the forest snack. It took one look at Lupin and moved away from his snapping jaws with impressive speed and shrieked just like a hueman. The weird forest snack climbed up into a nearby tree and up onto a branch that was slightly too far away for Lupin's maw to reach. Lupin tried nonetheless to get the tasty, albeit weird forest snack. He tried to climb the tree but to no avail. The weird forest snack just climbed higher into the tree and as Lupin got back to all four of his feet he felt an odd weight on his back. He looked back as far as he could and saw the weird not-forest-snack nonchalantly laying on him, chest heaving again and quickly sucking air in and out and displaying small needle like teeth. The small creature patted Lupin's hyperventilating side and said "good boy" before springing off of his back and into the forest. Lupin didn't understand what just happened to him. Why was he spared? Lupin looked at the hueman to see his reaction to the events that just occurred but all it did was stand up, yawn and retreat back into the den without a care in the world.
Damn it.
Damn it all to hell.
What made her think this was a good idea? What in the name of every deity she could recall from casually flipping through books with little intent to learn made her think this had ever been a reasonable idea?
If she wasn’t running for her life and could defy physics and logic she’d take a good few minutes to create a clone and beat the shit out of herself for ever even entertaining the thought of what she’d just done.
It was dark. When had that happened? She could’ve sworn it was barely sunset not long ago. Or had the sudden burst of adrenaline and panic that had slammed into her been so intense her own vision gave out. Sure it didn’t make sense but MOTHER OF GOD I HEARD SOMETHING, SHIT ITS RIGHT BEHIND ME!! Aubrey could hardly see in front of her, the only hint at the endless scenery she sprinted through was the sting of branches striking her across the face, like tiny hands trying to draw her back towards her eventual doom. Her breath was labored, chest beginning to ache along with her legs from the sheer strain of running. How long had she been moving? It felt like hours, days even, minutes, what? DAMNIT WAS THAT A BRANCH OR A CLAWS, FUCK FUCK FUCK Oh fuck she couldn’t even think straight anymore, her mind was set loose like a pack of rabid dogs unleashed from their chains to wreak havoc on whatever they could find: fierce, unfocused, and dangerous.
She was losing strength fast, her throat felt raw and she could taste the faint traces of blood in the back of her mouth, but whether it was from the overuse of her lungs or the injuries on her face- wait there’s more blood- how did it get there, it’s all over- Suddenly Aubrey felt the urge to gag rise within her, the metallic taste was suddenly all over her tongue and lips, tears started falling as her hysteria increased with the lack of knowledge of the source of the cascade of blood, which she wasn’t even sure was hers.
When she felt that she couldn’t keep moving anymore without collapsing into a heap resembling a lamb waiting for slaughter, Aubrey skidded to a stop and pressed her back to what felt like a tree, hands shaking violently as she searched her body in the pitch black, trying to find the injury. The sudden stab of pain in her forehead ended her search as she felt the high ridges of broken skin marking the borders of a nasty cut, her fingers suddenly slick as they were coated with the same dark fluid that covered her face, now mingling with the endless stream of tears as she fought to choke back the terrified sobs that threatened to join in her wheezing.
In her attempt to try and calm down, Aubrey listened closely for any sign that her aggressor was still following, but the eerie, almost unnatural silence of the woods around her gave no reveal. She needed a few minutes to catch her breath, and to try and rope in those savage hounds that were her thoughts.
It was such a stupid decision. She’d loved the mysterious unknown, anything feared by those she considered superstitious. I’ll just go to that house avoided by everyone, I said, it’ll be fine I said
It hadn’t been fine. She thought the fears surrounding the “Croft Estate” were just the ramblings of teens who liked to scare other teens and unsettle poor elderly folk who didn’t need that kind of distress. And for the most part of her journey, it seemed to be just that. Her original trek through the patch of forest that was said to lead to this house were peaceful, even if possessing a strange lack of wildlife. The only doubts she had were that she might end up trespassing on someone who was mostly harmless (she hoped) , but maybe a recluse, and that this silly adventure would only result in bothering said person....well shit now she was nervous about fucking up someone’s day.
Her stubborn curiosity at that point was all that pushed her onward.
And fucking hell, she should’ve turned after only one second of seeing that house. It looked normal, PERFECTLY NORMAL , why did she keep looking around, why was she never satisfied by a simple answer?? Why did she have such a gluttonous need to snoop around?
Aubrey was too confused about such a mundane result, despite being the one to suspect it, and ventured forward around the perimeter, in some sick search for SOMETHING out of the ordinary, like some stupid subconscious death wish.
Well she certainly got it.
She barely had time to register the sight she came across before turning to run, the strange impossibility of it hindering her normally heathy ability to process things quickly. Or had it not been so short? How long had she been standing there?? Maybe it was because....that thing seemed to break down everything she’d ever known in life, all logic and reason being flung out like a rotted pumpkin that had overstayed its welcome past Christmas.
It was small, like a cat, but it wasn’t a fucking cat OH NO, the snout and legs were all wrong, the legs especially, too long and strange like someone threw a spider and a lynx in a blender, but it was so much more than that, everything about the damn thing was just like that. You could try and compare it SOMETHING you knew, that you recognized, to give your brain some sense of familiarity but in the end it was too otherworldly, too incomprehensible, that all your attempts went to waste.
It had a hat, she could see it, red and a fabric she couldn’t recognize, the silliness of it should’ve eased the sickening horror that swam from her gut and into her limbs like a set of living tendrils slithering and latching onto her muscles and rendering her unmovable, but it didn’t.
Red and white, red and white, all that she could truly keep together was the colors, the shape of it still kept confusing her, throwing her brain around in a wild throng of thoughts overriding each other that a migraine threatened to creep on.
Then it smiled. Oh it knew she was there, from the beginning, and it even looked a little confused by her arrival, if you could even call the crooked shifting of its...face, an expression. But that grin, that gesture of acknowledgment, that silent addressing of her presence, took those sickening tendrils inside her and made them squeeze, like a snake strangling it’s prey. You could take the smiles of Hannibal Lecter, Norman Bates, and that living nightmare Alex from A Clockwork Orange, and combine them with the power of a nuclear fucking bomb, and it wouldn’t cover 20% of the intensity of the toothy display from this unnatural being. Aubrey had even forgotten to breathe, only able to hear the sound of her heart pounding ferociously in her ears.
The thing had said something, and the possibility of it understanding human speech was enough to drown whatever it was that had been said. It spoke, IT FUCKING SPOKE TO HER and it sounded gleeful, and that was the final thing registered before the rush of energy barreled her over like a cannonball to a brick building, and her once immobile state was thrown out of proportion to make way for her now running for her life.
The cackle the beast chucked at her retreating figure still rang in her ears like an unholy choir, as she recalled the gut wrenching terror that gave itself life and screamed in agony all the possibilities that would result in the chase she’d begun. For when she turned back into those woods she’d heard the clear sound of thumping hands-paws-feet-who fucking cared following close behind. More words, sickeningly cheerful trailed along with it but she had been too occupied trying to keep distance to even try to hear, and she was damn sure she didn’t want to know what sort of threats it was trying to infect her already derailing thought process with.
Now she was here, crying from despair, pain, confusion, some anger, all emotions boiling deep in her with the sludge that was the imminent dread that promised her death. Her knees were about to buckle, even just standing wasn’t enough to relieve the burning from previous state of running, but she didn’t want to risk putting herself in more danger by sitting down, so she bit her lip in response to the cramping in her legs, fighting the urge to scream in agony from the wound on her head, that felt like it was trying to open more anytime she crease her brow. How did it even happen? Did that....thing catch her? Did she hit a bad branch? Even the most recent memories were in a jumble like a fallen house of cards she was trying to organize to no avail. Her hitched breathing was still heavy and erratic, the faint sound similar to a sputtering engine pushed to its limit, ready to break down. Her skin was raised in bumps, from cold or other reasons she couldn’t tell, her brain too focused on her injuries and the spitfire still moving in her veins, urging her to keep going even when she could hardly stand against the tree.
Her rest not yet being interrupted, Aubrey was starting to feel the tiniest bit of relief, theories of death and destruction were beginning to wane. Maybe she’d left the creature’s territory, maybe it got tired of chasing her-
Everything in her head came to a halt and sank like the Titanic when a sudden noise pierced her hearing. It was rough, like a growl mixed some form of clicking with the after-tone of sharp nails on a chalkboard. The anxiety spiraled back into commission as her eyes darted around, trying to catch what direction it was coming from, which seemed to be from all directions. Was she going mad?
Then it grew louder.
With great dismay she realized there was only one other place she hadn’t been searching; her head snapped upwards and sure enough, there it was, clinging to the bark above her, the same maniacal smirk, out of place eyes...and its fucking chest was wide open. This is hell. Im in fucking hell and that thing is Satan. A goddamn mouth was sprouted in her midsection, a gaping abyss that seemed to hiss like it was its own entity. That blood curdling laugh echoed once again before the spotted mass of sharp points, crooked limbs and fur launched itself at her in a flash , striking her on the face before hopping to the ground. Aubrey clutched at her mouth, a hoarse cry spilling from her throat. Her bottom lip was split harshly open, she could FEEL the obvious space where it had been torn wide like paper. The same gagging sensation re-emerged as the wound spilled itself into her mouth to where she had to spit large amounts out, while any contact against the exposed flesh sent jolts of pain through her face like lightning. Amidst her frenzy, she noticed that the beast didn’t make any other move, just watched her from the shadows in amusement. This was all just a game to it, a silly hunt. And this hunter liked to play with its food.
Once again, she ran. Aubrey tried to multitask, yanking her sleeve past her wrist to press against her open lip to try and stop the bleeding. She didn’t even know where she was going, the forest that was once too quiet for comfort now seemed to be alive with hellish noises ringing in her ears. Terrifying laughter, more taunting from that voice that was having too much fun causing her pain, scraping of claws, gnashing of teeth, all piled together to override her other senses to where she couldn’t focus anymore. Was it in front of her, behind her, everywhere?!?!
All of a sudden the ground fell out from beneath her, and she was falling, crashing, body thrown around uncontrollably down something hard and scraping, her form twisting to try and stop her plummet, before landing on some form of solid ground-
CRACK
The sound was less like a twig and more thin tree being snapped as a feeling worse than all she’d just endured pulsed through her entire body like a train at full speed, and this time, she let out a proper, heart stopping scream. Opening her bleary eyes, Aubrey wasn’t sure if she could even move, splayed stomach down, when out of nowhere a numbness fell over her, the excruciating pain gone, though still in the back of her mind. It had to have been her arm, that noise, that terrible sensation, it was the only solution.
Particularly because she was damn sure her right hand wasn’t supposed to be touching it’s corresponding elbow....in fact the only thing keeping the hand she could no longer feel connected was a few strands of skin and meat, her clean broken off bone glistening in the moonlight that previously evaded her. The shock of the entire night had drugged her over to the point that she could hardly react properly anymore. She tried to take in her surroundings...this was cut grass...that was...stone...cut stone...not regular rock...a porch?...This...this was a house? No, this was that house..And....
There it was.
Oh fuck...
It seemed to walk, almost skip in delight towards her, that grin never leaving its wide mouth. Even getting a proper look didn’t help her understand it better, only made her more confused and afraid. She tried to move away, skitter, shuffle, anything, but this time she physically could not move, and it was just because of fear. It didn’t react and kept its natural place until it was right next to her, examining her decimated arm with that same childish glee as before, now turning that demonic expression to her.
It suddenly hopped up, landing on Aubrey’s shoulders, a small voice erupting...was it humming?
She felt it’s...hands...and claws...grasp the hair atop her head tightly, another reaching under her chin, digging into her flesh. Even out of sight, she could feel that devious simper burning into her skull, beaming with pride, could practically sense its utter excitement about what was to occur...and speaking of such..... the position of its appendages along her head made the situation entirely clear.
She was done for.
“Happy Halloween, little dove. You and I are going to have a lot of fun.”
Damn it all to hell.
What made her think this was a good idea? What in the name of every deity she could recall from casually flipping through books with little intent to learn made her think this had ever been a reasonable idea?
If she wasn’t running for her life and could defy physics and logic she’d take a good few minutes to create a clone and beat the shit out of herself for ever even entertaining the thought of what she’d just done.
It was dark. When had that happened? She could’ve sworn it was barely sunset not long ago. Or had the sudden burst of adrenaline and panic that had slammed into her been so intense her own vision gave out. Sure it didn’t make sense but MOTHER OF GOD I HEARD SOMETHING, SHIT ITS RIGHT BEHIND ME!! Aubrey could hardly see in front of her, the only hint at the endless scenery she sprinted through was the sting of branches striking her across the face, like tiny hands trying to draw her back towards her eventual doom. Her breath was labored, chest beginning to ache along with her legs from the sheer strain of running. How long had she been moving? It felt like hours, days even, minutes, what? DAMNIT WAS THAT A BRANCH OR A CLAWS, FUCK FUCK FUCK Oh fuck she couldn’t even think straight anymore, her mind was set loose like a pack of rabid dogs unleashed from their chains to wreak havoc on whatever they could find: fierce, unfocused, and dangerous.
She was losing strength fast, her throat felt raw and she could taste the faint traces of blood in the back of her mouth, but whether it was from the overuse of her lungs or the injuries on her face- wait there’s more blood- how did it get there, it’s all over- Suddenly Aubrey felt the urge to gag rise within her, the metallic taste was suddenly all over her tongue and lips, tears started falling as her hysteria increased with the lack of knowledge of the source of the cascade of blood, which she wasn’t even sure was hers.
When she felt that she couldn’t keep moving anymore without collapsing into a heap resembling a lamb waiting for slaughter, Aubrey skidded to a stop and pressed her back to what felt like a tree, hands shaking violently as she searched her body in the pitch black, trying to find the injury. The sudden stab of pain in her forehead ended her search as she felt the high ridges of broken skin marking the borders of a nasty cut, her fingers suddenly slick as they were coated with the same dark fluid that covered her face, now mingling with the endless stream of tears as she fought to choke back the terrified sobs that threatened to join in her wheezing.
In her attempt to try and calm down, Aubrey listened closely for any sign that her aggressor was still following, but the eerie, almost unnatural silence of the woods around her gave no reveal. She needed a few minutes to catch her breath, and to try and rope in those savage hounds that were her thoughts.
It was such a stupid decision. She’d loved the mysterious unknown, anything feared by those she considered superstitious. I’ll just go to that house avoided by everyone, I said, it’ll be fine I said
It hadn’t been fine. She thought the fears surrounding the “Croft Estate” were just the ramblings of teens who liked to scare other teens and unsettle poor elderly folk who didn’t need that kind of distress. And for the most part of her journey, it seemed to be just that. Her original trek through the patch of forest that was said to lead to this house were peaceful, even if possessing a strange lack of wildlife. The only doubts she had were that she might end up trespassing on someone who was mostly harmless (she hoped) , but maybe a recluse, and that this silly adventure would only result in bothering said person....well shit now she was nervous about fucking up someone’s day.
Her stubborn curiosity at that point was all that pushed her onward.
And fucking hell, she should’ve turned after only one second of seeing that house. It looked normal, PERFECTLY NORMAL , why did she keep looking around, why was she never satisfied by a simple answer?? Why did she have such a gluttonous need to snoop around?
Aubrey was too confused about such a mundane result, despite being the one to suspect it, and ventured forward around the perimeter, in some sick search for SOMETHING out of the ordinary, like some stupid subconscious death wish.
Well she certainly got it.
She barely had time to register the sight she came across before turning to run, the strange impossibility of it hindering her normally heathy ability to process things quickly. Or had it not been so short? How long had she been standing there?? Maybe it was because....that thing seemed to break down everything she’d ever known in life, all logic and reason being flung out like a rotted pumpkin that had overstayed its welcome past Christmas.
It was small, like a cat, but it wasn’t a fucking cat OH NO, the snout and legs were all wrong, the legs especially, too long and strange like someone threw a spider and a lynx in a blender, but it was so much more than that, everything about the damn thing was just like that. You could try and compare it SOMETHING you knew, that you recognized, to give your brain some sense of familiarity but in the end it was too otherworldly, too incomprehensible, that all your attempts went to waste.
It had a hat, she could see it, red and a fabric she couldn’t recognize, the silliness of it should’ve eased the sickening horror that swam from her gut and into her limbs like a set of living tendrils slithering and latching onto her muscles and rendering her unmovable, but it didn’t.
Red and white, red and white, all that she could truly keep together was the colors, the shape of it still kept confusing her, throwing her brain around in a wild throng of thoughts overriding each other that a migraine threatened to creep on.
Then it smiled. Oh it knew she was there, from the beginning, and it even looked a little confused by her arrival, if you could even call the crooked shifting of its...face, an expression. But that grin, that gesture of acknowledgment, that silent addressing of her presence, took those sickening tendrils inside her and made them squeeze, like a snake strangling it’s prey. You could take the smiles of Hannibal Lecter, Norman Bates, and that living nightmare Alex from A Clockwork Orange, and combine them with the power of a nuclear fucking bomb, and it wouldn’t cover 20% of the intensity of the toothy display from this unnatural being. Aubrey had even forgotten to breathe, only able to hear the sound of her heart pounding ferociously in her ears.
The thing had said something, and the possibility of it understanding human speech was enough to drown whatever it was that had been said. It spoke, IT FUCKING SPOKE TO HER and it sounded gleeful, and that was the final thing registered before the rush of energy barreled her over like a cannonball to a brick building, and her once immobile state was thrown out of proportion to make way for her now running for her life.
The cackle the beast chucked at her retreating figure still rang in her ears like an unholy choir, as she recalled the gut wrenching terror that gave itself life and screamed in agony all the possibilities that would result in the chase she’d begun. For when she turned back into those woods she’d heard the clear sound of thumping hands-paws-feet-who fucking cared following close behind. More words, sickeningly cheerful trailed along with it but she had been too occupied trying to keep distance to even try to hear, and she was damn sure she didn’t want to know what sort of threats it was trying to infect her already derailing thought process with.
Now she was here, crying from despair, pain, confusion, some anger, all emotions boiling deep in her with the sludge that was the imminent dread that promised her death. Her knees were about to buckle, even just standing wasn’t enough to relieve the burning from previous state of running, but she didn’t want to risk putting herself in more danger by sitting down, so she bit her lip in response to the cramping in her legs, fighting the urge to scream in agony from the wound on her head, that felt like it was trying to open more anytime she crease her brow. How did it even happen? Did that....thing catch her? Did she hit a bad branch? Even the most recent memories were in a jumble like a fallen house of cards she was trying to organize to no avail. Her hitched breathing was still heavy and erratic, the faint sound similar to a sputtering engine pushed to its limit, ready to break down. Her skin was raised in bumps, from cold or other reasons she couldn’t tell, her brain too focused on her injuries and the spitfire still moving in her veins, urging her to keep going even when she could hardly stand against the tree.
Her rest not yet being interrupted, Aubrey was starting to feel the tiniest bit of relief, theories of death and destruction were beginning to wane. Maybe she’d left the creature’s territory, maybe it got tired of chasing her-
Everything in her head came to a halt and sank like the Titanic when a sudden noise pierced her hearing. It was rough, like a growl mixed some form of clicking with the after-tone of sharp nails on a chalkboard. The anxiety spiraled back into commission as her eyes darted around, trying to catch what direction it was coming from, which seemed to be from all directions. Was she going mad?
Then it grew louder.
With great dismay she realized there was only one other place she hadn’t been searching; her head snapped upwards and sure enough, there it was, clinging to the bark above her, the same maniacal smirk, out of place eyes...and its fucking chest was wide open. This is hell. Im in fucking hell and that thing is Satan. A goddamn mouth was sprouted in her midsection, a gaping abyss that seemed to hiss like it was its own entity. That blood curdling laugh echoed once again before the spotted mass of sharp points, crooked limbs and fur launched itself at her in a flash , striking her on the face before hopping to the ground. Aubrey clutched at her mouth, a hoarse cry spilling from her throat. Her bottom lip was split harshly open, she could FEEL the obvious space where it had been torn wide like paper. The same gagging sensation re-emerged as the wound spilled itself into her mouth to where she had to spit large amounts out, while any contact against the exposed flesh sent jolts of pain through her face like lightning. Amidst her frenzy, she noticed that the beast didn’t make any other move, just watched her from the shadows in amusement. This was all just a game to it, a silly hunt. And this hunter liked to play with its food.
Once again, she ran. Aubrey tried to multitask, yanking her sleeve past her wrist to press against her open lip to try and stop the bleeding. She didn’t even know where she was going, the forest that was once too quiet for comfort now seemed to be alive with hellish noises ringing in her ears. Terrifying laughter, more taunting from that voice that was having too much fun causing her pain, scraping of claws, gnashing of teeth, all piled together to override her other senses to where she couldn’t focus anymore. Was it in front of her, behind her, everywhere?!?!
All of a sudden the ground fell out from beneath her, and she was falling, crashing, body thrown around uncontrollably down something hard and scraping, her form twisting to try and stop her plummet, before landing on some form of solid ground-
CRACK
The sound was less like a twig and more thin tree being snapped as a feeling worse than all she’d just endured pulsed through her entire body like a train at full speed, and this time, she let out a proper, heart stopping scream. Opening her bleary eyes, Aubrey wasn’t sure if she could even move, splayed stomach down, when out of nowhere a numbness fell over her, the excruciating pain gone, though still in the back of her mind. It had to have been her arm, that noise, that terrible sensation, it was the only solution.
Particularly because she was damn sure her right hand wasn’t supposed to be touching it’s corresponding elbow....in fact the only thing keeping the hand she could no longer feel connected was a few strands of skin and meat, her clean broken off bone glistening in the moonlight that previously evaded her. The shock of the entire night had drugged her over to the point that she could hardly react properly anymore. She tried to take in her surroundings...this was cut grass...that was...stone...cut stone...not regular rock...a porch?...This...this was a house? No, this was that house..And....
There it was.
Oh fuck...
It seemed to walk, almost skip in delight towards her, that grin never leaving its wide mouth. Even getting a proper look didn’t help her understand it better, only made her more confused and afraid. She tried to move away, skitter, shuffle, anything, but this time she physically could not move, and it was just because of fear. It didn’t react and kept its natural place until it was right next to her, examining her decimated arm with that same childish glee as before, now turning that demonic expression to her.
It suddenly hopped up, landing on Aubrey’s shoulders, a small voice erupting...was it humming?
She felt it’s...hands...and claws...grasp the hair atop her head tightly, another reaching under her chin, digging into her flesh. Even out of sight, she could feel that devious simper burning into her skull, beaming with pride, could practically sense its utter excitement about what was to occur...and speaking of such..... the position of its appendages along her head made the situation entirely clear.
She was done for.
“Happy Halloween, little dove. You and I are going to have a lot of fun.”
I'm going to be honest, I'm not the best qualified when it comes to reviewing art in text form. I can't stand reading something that doesn't capture my gaze and is a trash fire I can and will look away from. Except I did my best to read these and my god these are way better than anything Fennah has made. The first one may be lacking in proper punctuation and be typed out like a 6th grader learning to add MLA formatting under their reports, except it didn't take a bunch of fuck wads to read over to hold me in for longer. (lest we forgotten this guy wrote the Bionicle Revolution script?)
And now we finally get to the Crafts competition. Where you make
For our runner up! We got this nice bow! By; e g g
For starters, congrats e g g, you won not one but TWO satellite city competitions. How does it feel to be the number one degenerate with a name like e g g? Who cares. This very simple Lucy Themed bow fits the theme perfectly and doesn't directly include Lucy. It's nice to not see ferret joker for once. Those colors are still pretty darn ugly and I'm not even sure where someone would put this to be cute. It looks kinda like kiddos first art project.
And the winner of the Craft contest is...
The 11 Days of FENNAH Storyboard Song
by; MichaelAndJello
Would you say this is an improvement or a deterioration to the previous option? Some casual gore furry RP!
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2018
How is Fennah scientific? He can’t even get the movement and proportions right in the creatures he animates. If he read (and was able to understand) anatomy, physiology, and physics, the movements would probably look more realistic. He wouldn’t even need to be an expert or anything. All he’d really need to do is some observation paired with some books on whatever subject he decided to base the creature off of. As someone mentioned before, due to the rib cage of Lucy, she’d be better off being a quadruped. Having Lucy be bipedal looks wonky.
- Joined
- Aug 23, 2019
Got into the server a day ago and it's exactly what you'd expect, a bunch of self felating. One of the mods threatened to ban a user who's name was "Doug walker nostalgia critic" for impersonation though. That was fun.
Anyway
https://discordapp.com/invite/Mggta7a
Anyway
https://discordapp.com/invite/Mggta7a
- Joined
- Sep 17, 2019
I love you guys for giving me excuses to drop all these relevant/funny tweets!
FENNAH on Twitter
“@What__The__Flup I used to be afraid of God, but then I realised his name is just Dog spelled backwards. Also he doesn't exist.”
twitter.com
And, to perfectly punctuate your point, here's the tweet that picture is from!
Last edited:
Chamulum
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Nov 3, 2019
This guy really gives atheists a bad name. You're not smarter than people just because you don't believe in god. It probably doesn't help that he couldn't argue his way out of a wet paper bag.
- Joined
- May 17, 2018
To be fair, an incredible amount of Kirby is eldritch hidden behind a cute art style. It's an adorable series but several games result in Kirby killing demons or abominations.
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2018
I would pay to see Fennah debate a theologian.
- Joined
- Aug 23, 2019
He's not even a real intellectual until he starts quoting Locke.I love you guys for giving me excuses to drop all these relevant/funny tweets!
View attachment 1097857
(https://archive.li/G14nH)FENNAH on Twitter
“@What__The__Flup I used to be afraid of God, but then I realised his name is just Dog spelled backwards. Also he doesn't exist.”
And, to perfectly punctuate your point, here's the tweet that picture is from!
View attachment 1097865
(https://archive.li/DiYKL)
This is where I would insert the "You're not as smart as you think you are" clip, but I can't find it.
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2019
It'd be a waste of money because you and I know exactly how it would go down.
REEEEEE CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE IDEA OF GOD IS SO STUPID THAT IT CAN'T EVER WORK? LOOK AT MY WEIRD FURRY DEMONS WITH WEIRD ARSES AND COCKS. THEY PROVE THAT GOD IS DEAD BECAUSE who in their right fucking mind would let me get away with this?
it would be cool to have it on video though.
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2019
- Joined
- Oct 2, 2019
It would Ben a nice vid to laugh at. It would devolve into schizophrenic rambling conjured tighter by edgy friedrich nietjszhe
- Joined
- Mar 29, 2018
You didn't notice that it wasn't "11 Days of Kivuack" or "11 Days of Sattelite City", or even at the very least "11 Days of Fennah's Creations"?
Of course he picks the one that strokes his dick the hardest. That's what he wanted from the start.
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2014
He's got mumps.
Jazario
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2018
I mean you're right, the latest game had a cult leader throw one of his women aside because she was calling for help.
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2018
So, Sam himself admits that he is just making his series with low effort on purpose because it is just practice material and his “books” are way more important. To be honest, his scriptwriting (basically any form of his writing) needs more practice than anything. Why would you just ditch your own series that got you the fans for your fanfic quality books? This guy amazes me.
His response for remaking his old shit:
His response for remaking his old shit:
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2017
I ain't a fan, but even I feel like thats a very shitty thing to do to people who somehow like his shit, pull the rug underneath them one day and be like "Naw, now I do my Fics full time, sorry guys, buy my book
"Hes gonna get some serious backlash from just switching genre's on the fly, I doubt its gonna be painless. Also doesn't help that his writing is as good as his animating skills
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2018
These are just the errors I found in one tweet. If he’s going to write a book, he better start improving his grammar and spelling. His misspelling of the word “definitely” is very embarrassing. This is basic stuff he should have learned in school.
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2017
Remember, this guy just jumped University cause he didn't agree with it, and said that it was pointless. What makes you think he gonna learn or remember anything from school when he prides himself from being a drop out.
- Joined
- Sep 17, 2019
Bionicle Revolution is also full of hilarious spelling errors. But I think my favorite one is still that tweet where Sam said going to university was a "waist" of time. It was just perfect.