A bit of a confession, Warning: Long

I feel bad about lying to all of you. As a few of you may know, that short time I was gone wasn't because of computer problems.

Before, I go on, let me tell you the moral of my story: Don't get drunk when your friends are interested in magick.

Now that I've raised some questions, let me answer them.

A couple of days ago, I was out at a fur meet, this is basically where we get together at a fellow furry's house, get drunk, watch Disney and play Smash Bros. until one of us pukes or people start hiding in the closet to fuck.

These two furs I was talking to, Wulf and Sync, were pretty much the most interesting out of the group. Wulf was, of course, a wolf, and Sync a fruit bat. Nice guys.

Well, we're in a few drinks(I love my Jolly Ranchers...don't judge me!) when Sync brings up to Wulf something about their "experiment". Naturally, I inquire.

It seems that these two have a vested interest in the occult and magicks; here's where I admit I've always had a passing interest in it.

Well, it turns out they needed a third for a spell they wanted to cast. They weren't exactly sure what it did though, which naturally, is something that would make anyone show trepidations.

I was drunk, though. Fairly so, after 4 cups of brandy and few Jolly Ranchers.

Fast forward to Sync's basement. I'm standing in a pentagram in front of a mirror, Wulf and Sync are drunkenly, but clearly, reading out the words to the spell. Now, I don't remember them, but what I do remember next is my cell phone going off.

I have a FFTA ringtone, I forget exactly which tune, but I reached for the phone just as everything started to glow. It seems cell phones are allergic to magic, too, because the damn thing shut off right in my hand.

And then it happened.

Heh, this is interesting but almost feels like it should go into the RP thread. Like a real life Garral RP.

Cant wait to hear what happens next btw, if youre going to add that.

This post has been edited by Tensa Zangetsu on May 2 2009, 11:24 AM

What I've gathered from your story is you were hanging out with some gay people. Magical gay people.

My conclusion: Garral knows Dumbledore.

It's not an RP, mind you. This shit actually happened. And it only gets weirder from here on out.

Well, not too much weirder, really.

Yeah, that was my first mistake.

I honestly wish I'd been con raped instead.

Typing up the final bits now.

this reminds me of the time i was possessed by the spirit of a 1920s hooker and i tried to poll dance in my living room

You were drunk and hallucinated the whole thing.

Rohypnol, the "date rape" drug is known to cause hallucinations.

Right, so what's the worst pain in your life?

I don't know what you've guys endured, but imagine the worst muscle cramp ever.

Now apply it to your entire body combined with one hell of a skin rash and the feeling of every bone breaking.

That's what it felt like. I was in blinding pain for what felt like forever, watching the whole thing in the mirror.

When I came to on Sync's couch I thought I'd just gotten ripped, fucked in the ass, and then passed out. Then I noticed my ears were far too long.

Yeah, that's the weird thing. I noticed my ears first.

Sat up, asked Sync what the fuck was going on. He was excitedly debating with Wulf, something about who was going to find the counterspell and how long it would take.

Well, blinding pain kinda sucks. You tend to lose a bit of memory in the process, but then I looked in the mirror(same one used in the spell, mind you, they brought it back. It was Sync's grandmother's. Big antique thing.) I sorta had to rub my eyes a moment, and then it all came back like a ton of bricks.

Believe me or not, but as I type this it's been a few days since that happened. I've gotten my ears caught in the doorway twice, and I've had to live on Sync's couch, unable to really go outside except at night.

You see, I've been turned into a bangaa.

So, any questions?

Oh and I don't care if any of you believe me or not. I just had to get that out.

I'll answer questions, though.

Tits or it didn't happen.