Tasty Tales of Transformation

  The night was thick with fog and the light from the crescent moon dim. The perfect night for exploring an ominous, derelict mansion. Chaz had suggested it, much to the disinterest of his friend Deiser. A human with infinite curiosity, Chaz was always seeking out an adventure where he could see it, especially if there was the chance for the supernatural as he would say. Deiser, being a wolfman, could smell the scent of BS from a mile away. Well, typically that is. There was something odd emanating from this abandoned dwelling, but he couldn’t put his nose on it. Chaz excitedly sprinted towards the house, his athletic body displaying well-honed strength through its perfect runner’s form. He was always dressed light, wearing form-fitting shorts and Ts no matter the weather, with only a windbreaker jacket for nights like tonight. His black hair he always kept buzzed, keeping things as simple as the rest of his look. The most remarkable features on him were his eyes, big with vibrant ...

  Artwork - Jamrolypoly “Hell yeah! Beat ya again scrub! Damn, you are such a lightweight man. Think you got a chance at a heavy hitter like me?” His words stung, but Marcus’ friend was right, he sucked at this game. The game was Guilty Gear, a fighting game, his friend’s favorite genre of gaming. He wasn’t the best at them by any stretch, but he enjoyed them. Well, except whenever his friend challenged him. This was one of his worst performances yet and he slouched in embarrassment. “You thought you had me with that Baiken character didn’t ya?” His friend continued. “Thought you could surprise me with a new character. No way man, you got nothing! Ha ha. Nothing!” “Alright, alright… cut it out man.” Marcus said, trying his best to shrug off his friend’s laughter. He knew he shouldn’t let it get the best of him, but it was so hard when he never  shut up. “I’m surprised your scrawny ass can even hold up that controller, let alone grip it!” “Dude, what’s your problem? Fuck off!” ...