Tasty Tales of Transformation

Terry Bogard was a man who lived for fighting. Raised on the streets and hardened by the violence seen in his early life, Bogard was as tough a man as one could come across. He had been through many battles, some for vengeance, and others for the pure love of fighting. All Terry knew was combat. Despite his hard-nosed, street style of fighting and macho masculine physique and look—a plain white t with an open, red vest jacket, snappy blue jeans, red sneakers, and his signature red and white trucker cap that displayed with fierce, streaking red text Fatal Fury —Terry was very friendly, caring, and charismatic. He had made friends with many amazing fighters from around the world and always looked to forge new friendships, rivals, and even admirers. Lately, he had been sparring with one of his fans, Alice, a very cheerful, blond, lean and petite former idol-mascot turned fighter, who for as long as Terry had known her had been trying to emulate his style of fighting. She had come a...

--artwork by shuugetsu karasu-- “Dude, you wanna know why you can never get a girlfriend?” “Aright Genius, tell me.” Back and forth they went, Morgan and Carl, two friends bickering about the mess that accumulated from their time partying the night before. Carl, tall, tan, and lean, the responsible one, maid of the house one could say, spoke with exasperation over the fact his roommate and best friend was a potato on the couch while he did all the work, again . Carl hit Morgan where it hurt; pointing out the fact he could never snag a girlfriend for himself. In fact, no girl had ever shown interest in him, even despite his clean cut, athletic, well-put-together look. Even Carl had to admit there was a charm to him and that he was a complete blast to chill with. Though, he knew exactly why he had girl troubles—it was the root of many of their fights. “You’re lazy and don’t commit to anything!” Carl yelled, throwing the washcloth he was using to wipe down the kitchen count...