User:Sturmovik/One Of Those Days All Week - Revision history

Sturmovik at 02:21, 28 October 2013

2013-10-28T02:21:18Z

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	[[Image:ltfsturmovik\|thumb\|right\|500px\|Sketch compliments of [http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Picklejuice The Intolerable Picklejuice] ]]		[[Image:ltfsturmovik.jpg\|thumb\|right\|500px\|Sketch compliments of [http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Picklejuice The Intolerable Picklejuice] ]]
	After some more crashing and some minor spillage I got free and lay down on my back as best I could. 20-year old dragons aren’t that big, but with my tail and all I was still pretty curled up. I spent some time poking at myself, wiggling things and attempting to look at myself in the mirror. I had turned into what was my ideal creature. Pure silver scales with tasteful black hi-lites that provided camouflage in snow country. I had deepwater green eyes and tufts of long hair that fell around the base of my horns. I ran my hand along my face and horns. I opened by jaws and felt of rows of sharp teeth in my maw. A looked at my hands, noticing I had lost a finger on each, but I could still grasp and hold and each finger was tipped with a pre-sharpened claw. “At least this body came with batteries included,” I thought to myself. I then began to get a little distressed. My ideal dragon came with various magical abilities, notably the power to shift back to human to prevent this kind of mess, but I had no clue if I had those powers let alone how to use them. I was not looking forward to counting in base 8 for the rest of my life. “Man, nobody uses octal anymore.”		After some more crashing and some minor spillage I got free and lay down on my back as best I could. 20-year old dragons aren’t that big, but with my tail and all I was still pretty curled up. I spent some time poking at myself, wiggling things and attempting to look at myself in the mirror. I had turned into what was my ideal creature. Pure silver scales with tasteful black hi-lites that provided camouflage in snow country. I had deepwater green eyes and tufts of long hair that fell around the base of my horns. I ran my hand along my face and horns. I opened by jaws and felt of rows of sharp teeth in my maw. A looked at my hands, noticing I had lost a finger on each, but I could still grasp and hold and each finger was tipped with a pre-sharpened claw. “At least this body came with batteries included,” I thought to myself. I then began to get a little distressed. My ideal dragon came with various magical abilities, notably the power to shift back to human to prevent this kind of mess, but I had no clue if I had those powers let alone how to use them. I was not looking forward to counting in base 8 for the rest of my life. “Man, nobody uses octal anymore.”

Sturmovik at 02:18, 28 October 2013

2013-10-28T02:18:52Z

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	[[Image:~~ltfmbrotzman~~\|thumb\|right\|500px\|Sketch compliments of [http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Picklejuice The Intolerable Picklejuice] ]]		[[Image:ltfsturmovik\|thumb\|right\|500px\|Sketch compliments of [http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Picklejuice The Intolerable Picklejuice] ]]
	After some more crashing and some minor spillage I got free and lay down on my back as best I could. 20-year old dragons aren’t that big, but with my tail and all I was still pretty curled up. I spent some time poking at myself, wiggling things and attempting to look at myself in the mirror. I had turned into what was my ideal creature. Pure silver scales with tasteful black hi-lites that provided camouflage in snow country. I had deepwater green eyes and tufts of long hair that fell around the base of my horns. I ran my hand along my face and horns. I opened by jaws and felt of rows of sharp teeth in my maw. A looked at my hands, noticing I had lost a finger on each, but I could still grasp and hold and each finger was tipped with a pre-sharpened claw. “At least this body came with batteries included,” I thought to myself. I then began to get a little distressed. My ideal dragon came with various magical abilities, notably the power to shift back to human to prevent this kind of mess, but I had no clue if I had those powers let alone how to use them. I was not looking forward to counting in base 8 for the rest of my life. “Man, nobody uses octal anymore.”		After some more crashing and some minor spillage I got free and lay down on my back as best I could. 20-year old dragons aren’t that big, but with my tail and all I was still pretty curled up. I spent some time poking at myself, wiggling things and attempting to look at myself in the mirror. I had turned into what was my ideal creature. Pure silver scales with tasteful black hi-lites that provided camouflage in snow country. I had deepwater green eyes and tufts of long hair that fell around the base of my horns. I ran my hand along my face and horns. I opened by jaws and felt of rows of sharp teeth in my maw. A looked at my hands, noticing I had lost a finger on each, but I could still grasp and hold and each finger was tipped with a pre-sharpened claw. “At least this body came with batteries included,” I thought to myself. I then began to get a little distressed. My ideal dragon came with various magical abilities, notably the power to shift back to human to prevent this kind of mess, but I had no clue if I had those powers let alone how to use them. I was not looking forward to counting in base 8 for the rest of my life. “Man, nobody uses octal anymore.”

Sturmovik at 02:18, 28 October 2013

2013-10-28T02:18:08Z

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			[[Image:ltfmbrotzman\|thumb\|right\|500px\|Sketch compliments of [http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Picklejuice The Intolerable Picklejuice] ]]
	After some more crashing and some minor spillage I got free and lay down on my back as best I could. 20-year old dragons aren’t that big, but with my tail and all I was still pretty curled up. I spent some time poking at myself, wiggling things and attempting to look at myself in the mirror. I had turned into what was my ideal creature. Pure silver scales with tasteful black hi-lites that provided camouflage in snow country. I had deepwater green eyes and tufts of long hair that fell around the base of my horns. I ran my hand along my face and horns. I opened by jaws and felt of rows of sharp teeth in my maw. A looked at my hands, noticing I had lost a finger on each, but I could still grasp and hold and each finger was tipped with a pre-sharpened claw. “At least this body came with batteries included,” I thought to myself. I then began to get a little distressed. My ideal dragon came with various magical abilities, notably the power to shift back to human to prevent this kind of mess, but I had no clue if I had those powers let alone how to use them. I was not looking forward to counting in base 8 for the rest of my life. “Man, nobody uses octal anymore.”		After some more crashing and some minor spillage I got free and lay down on my back as best I could. 20-year old dragons aren’t that big, but with my tail and all I was still pretty curled up. I spent some time poking at myself, wiggling things and attempting to look at myself in the mirror. I had turned into what was my ideal creature. Pure silver scales with tasteful black hi-lites that provided camouflage in snow country. I had deepwater green eyes and tufts of long hair that fell around the base of my horns. I ran my hand along my face and horns. I opened by jaws and felt of rows of sharp teeth in my maw. A looked at my hands, noticing I had lost a finger on each, but I could still grasp and hold and each finger was tipped with a pre-sharpened claw. “At least this body came with batteries included,” I thought to myself. I then began to get a little distressed. My ideal dragon came with various magical abilities, notably the power to shift back to human to prevent this kind of mess, but I had no clue if I had those powers let alone how to use them. I was not looking forward to counting in base 8 for the rest of my life. “Man, nobody uses octal anymore.”

Sturmovik at 02:31, 27 October 2013

2013-10-27T02:31:09Z

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	OH FUCK!! I FORGOT TO CALL MY PARENTS!!		OH FUCK!! I FORGOT TO CALL MY PARENTS!!

			={{seperator\|k\|'''To Be Continued...'''}}=

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	[[Category:List Transformed]]		[[Category:List Transformed]]
	[[Category:Story]]		[[Category:Story]]


			{{author's note\|This story is concluded in [[User:Sturmovik/LTF:Summer Vacation A to D\|Summer Vacation A to D]] }}

Sturmovik at 01:57, 27 October 2013

2013-10-27T01:57:04Z

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2013-10-27T01:52:34Z

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