SnapshotMew

My eyes dragged themselves open the following morning, heavy with sleep. It's not that I'm not used to late nights, it's just after that little encounter of the previous night, my brain wasn't so ready to go to sleep straightaway. Needless to say, I spent most of the night rocking back and forth on my bed, holding the egg tight to my chest and begging that creepy....guy....to not sneak in and bite my neck as I slept. After doing this right through the small hours of the morning, I pretty much collapsed of exhaustion somewhere in the region of 4am. Which is why I was now groggily hauling myself out of bed at about twenty past 10, much to my st

Oh gawd I am so late for this... :p ahwell, better late than never, I guess. If you're interested I picked the brown egg with the blue crescent moon...which is probably the Sips line. I wasn't sure what it was but then remembered that Hiiragi uses a blue crescent moon for Sips' symbol, so yeah. Well, that killed the surprise... (WARNING: Contains some swears, but I'm not sure whether to put it as mature content or not, so I'll just leave it open and, um...leave this warning here.) ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I hugged my arms close to my chest, shivering like crazy. C

I feel like such a stalker... I'd been watching the "base camp" for almost a whole day now, essentially watching what the people living there were doing. ...how is this not incredibly creepy?! I tried to push that little voice to the side and considered what I'd learned. There were three players there; a man called Rythian, who wore a mask that covered half his face for some reason. Pulling my hood down a little further over my head, I realised we must have something in common. He's not the only one who has something to hide. After investigating his actions and various items around the base, I realised that he must be a mage. There was a high

Zoey twisted her firey red hair through her fingers. There was nothing to do here, she'd already eaten lunch and taken care of the animals, done all the things on her to-do list, and the cleanliness of her house reflected how short that list was. Usually she'd think of some crazy idea, and her day would be full of things. But recently everything had sort of fizzled out; not many of her plans went successfully, and the ones that did never lasted long. She'd been finding it hard to think of things to pass the time, having read pretty much all the books she owned and being skilled at doing all of the day-to-day chores with speed. Boredom had set