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diff --git a/content/f570339e70266.nwd b/content/f570339e70266.nwd new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fa3b0d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/f570339e70266.nwd @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +%%~name: Ethan Fucking Dies +%%~path: 6f3f5fe2ebfd5/f570339e70266 +%%~kind: NOVEL/DOCUMENT +%%~hash: 55d7270a6c2623eccc5d33619fca8f9abbf95faa +%%~date: 2024-12-24 19:49:11/2024-12-25 00:47:25 +### Ethan Fucking Dies + +%Synopsis: A “Mothman” cryptid has been stalking a campsite, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. When the creature had eaten the memories of a dead dog, they learned about the campsite due to them visiting a couple weeks prior. A teenager enters the woods alone, and the cryptid strikes without even being noticed, killing the teenager instantly by snapping their neck. They crack open the skull and feast upon the incredibly rich memories and emotions within. It finds them intoxicating, and cannot stop itself from consuming everything it can. There’s an instinct that tells them that this is a terrible idea, but it’s too late. There are too many memories, too much complexity, it overwhelms their mind and takes hold. The teenager Ethan wakes up, holding their own corpse. + + + +Unbeknownst to the humans nearby, a monster circled their nest. The memories eaten from the rotting canine nearby were correct, many humans gathered in this part of the forest. They’d sleep in flimsy shelters and encircle small fires. Most importantly, they’d eventually leave their nest and wander the woods. While human nests are quite dangerous, a lone human would be easy pickings. + +The monster was perched out of sight in a tall tree, listening, waiting. It could hear many humans gibbering and grunting in the distance. One particular pack seemed to be escalating from gibbering to screeching, then suddenly footsteps were rapidly approaching. The creature momentarily scans it’s surroundings, had it been spotted? A lone adolescent human runs into the woods, reeking of angst. It’s gaze focused on the ground, never even catching a glimpse of the predator in wait. Other humans from it’s pack shriek, but don’t follow. Perfect. + +The monster leaps from it’s hiding spot and stealthily glides from tree to tree, stalking the adolescent as it strayed further from the nest. It smells tantalizing, stinking of so many strange emotions. Just as the canine’s memories predicted, it seemed to be following a gravel trail. It wasn’t even trying to hide. + +Eventually, the human stops running and stands still. It begins shuddering, producing a harsh wailing sound. Even covering its eyes with its hands. This couldn’t be more ideal! There’s no other footsteps approaching, no line of sight to the nest, it’s the perfect time to strike. + +The creature leaps, glides into position, then dives directly for it’s prey. The wailing abruptly stops as talons grasp the human’s head and twist, it’s neck already snapped when it smacks into the earth. A few powerful stomps, and the skull is cracked. A finger twitches. The creature hoists the leaking human back up and begins it’s feast. + +And oh, what a feast it is! Never before had this creature tasted such rich, complex memories and feelings. Such strange, superfluous thoughts! The primary purpose of consuming memories beyond sustenance was to learn better hunting strategies, but all of these ideas were just too intoxicating to be ignored. They seemed to never end, some memories decoding the context of a thousand others. + +_This human spoke a language called English. Humans called their large nests ‘cities’ or ‘towns’. Pavement. Music. Freckles. Humans are responsible for the rising temperatures across the globe. Lithium Ion Batteries. Ugh, society. In Season 3, Episode 20 of the show ‘The Snow-Globe Chronicles’, the character ‘Gracie’ was killed off due to behind the scenes contractual issues. The rotting canine was often called a ‘good girl’ which was an adoring compliment. Am I a…? Ethan!_ + +A piercing headache ravaged the creature, but it just powered through. An instinct in the back of it’s brain begged it to stop, but it was too late. For it’s brief moment of higher thought, the creature was consumed by an existential dread. In the presence of such a complex mind, the creature realized how small it was. It was nothing. It needed to be more. It needed more! _More!_ Blood dripped from it’s mouth as it continued savagely gobbling up all the grey matter it possibly could. + +_Coffee. Ethan once put together a puzzle that formed a picture of a cereal mascot, he was the captain of a pirate ship and cereal was his booty. Ethan’s favourite food was Pineapple Pizza from the place down the road. The road? Pavement! The swings at the playground were really nice, would it be weird for a teenager to use the elementary school playground? This is a campground. Ribosomes are an organelle in cells which decode mRNA instructions to build proteins. The show really went downhill when Gracie died. Laptops. Calendars. Tuesday._ + +The creature vaguely heard footsteps approaching, but it couldn’t focus on that. It felt like it was fading. It tried to hold onto itself, but it’s metaphorical grip kept slipping. It couldn’t concentrate. There was still so much more to eat, it couldn’t stop now. The more it ate, the more it knew, but the more it faded? It felt like… + +It felt like it was fading… + +_It couldn’t-_ + +Fading… + +_No! The-_ + +Fading… + +Fading. + +It really was nothing after all.
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