*a tumble weed rolls by, crickets can be heard chirping*
Me, rocking in a creaky rocking chair on my old front porch: I been owner o'this here snaps blog for many moons. The snaps used to be plentiful, almost daily… then the well ran dry. We been thirsty e'er since. Ol’ Huss don’t throw us no bones no more. Alls we got left is scraps and dreams. *spits into my spittoon creating a high pitched ping*
Meet Tumble! (Short for Tumble Weed) He is super fat and circular haha. When I had him sitting in my car, he was rolling EVERYWHERE, hence the name Tumble Weed.
Before he was Tumble the WereFurby, he was a reddish orange 2012 Furby. I found him at a Savers last Halloween. His fur was super worn out, he had his tail fur cut off, and a rip in his chest. He was in desperate need of a new fur, and so, here he is now!
I finished him a couple months back, but I didn’t want to post him till he was completely finished XD He needs his ears repainted, and some parts of his face, since some of the paint chipped off. I hope to take more pictures of him when I fix them :) I used Ivory spray paint for his face/ears, felt for his feet, and two types of faux fur that I found YARDS and YARDS of at the thrift store for $6. There is so much, I could possibly make more versions of my Werefuby if I ever find another damaged Furby ^__^
Wildcat’s loud voice boomed from Vanoss’
wireless headphones, a chuckle escaped his mouth at the ridiculous sounding
statement. He moved his character model forward to walk over the tiled digital
roof of the game.
On top of the building he caught sight of Wildcat’s
modded character chasing Nogla but was not fast enough to tag him. Nogla made
an incomprehensible sound in between his sentence which made the light chuckles
he let out earlier turn into full blown hysterical laughter.
Nogla made a sharp turn at a corner in hopes
to escape Wildcat’s clutches. Something which proved to be an utter failure as
he was instantly caught on a cactus that killed his character.
Familiar words appeared on the feed,
accompanied by a distant ‘fuck’ and the sound of someone cheering.
Nogla committed suicide or died mysteriously
The Irish man can be heard mumbling under his
breath on the other end of the line. “That’s unfair, you always gang up on me.”
Wildcat snorted at his words and smugly
retorted. “No, you just suck at the game.”
Amidst their bickering, another thing popped
up on the feed. A soft smile made its way on Vanoss’ face at what he read.
H2O Delirious joined the game
“Hello.” Delirious greeted in his usual bright
tone of voice.
Vanoss was the first one to return his
greeting, as cheerful as Delirious. “Oh, hey, Delirious!”
Tumble weeds. I fumble deeds. I stumble in search of humble needs. Weak crumbling knees - I fold into ream rubble. Bleak waves and swirls seem subtle - Deep struggles indeed, burst my dream bubble.
Muddles of mud beneath my feet. Teams of trouble even doubling whenever I brush my teeth or eat. I’m getting vexed and texts of sex and drugs but each a cheat. I’m leaving tonight so I can find a hut for some peace and sleep.