“I’ll grant any wish or any desire….”
It’s that time of the season where mythical and magical beings of all ages come to gather at the gates of the Faire Lands. I’ll be you’re guardian for this adventure with my little pet bee named Rose. The Fairelands stretch far and wide with ranges of fun activities for commoners and those of royals.
Grab some ale or a goblet of sweet wine to wet your lips. Some sweet berry tarts made with love from the little wee creatures that hide in the dark. If you love some theater we have that as well! The Fairelands welcomes and home to those that are seeking to be themselves!
I bring you the Fantasy Faire 2017.
“I’ll hunt you down.”
“I’ll fuck you up and make you crawl.”
“To release my pain.”
“Revenge tastes so sweet.”
“I never knew it could be…”
What more can be said to this mythical beast.
Of course I hear the noises coming from the mainframe. I should get that I suppose or maybe I’ll let it keep going off before I press the button. Fine, I’ll press the button before she calls down here again. Eobaslush are such whiny twits and this one doesn’t even know the basics of technology and she’s from a planet that harvests it. I on the hand is a Vynmorane of Jericho. Vynmorane’s are sexually aggressive hence all the reviling clothing, aside of us being a sexually aggressive race we have other that makes us better than most.
Every Vynmorane is telepathic very rare that a vynmorane doesn’t come with telepathy. Vynmorane are very proficient at flying; see my wings. Our planet is very social we do have several elders that govern our society. Sometimes the elders can’t see eye to eye with younger generations which causes a rift at times. We enslaved a lower species that inhabited the planet as well as our workforce. Of course we’re not cruel to them; in public. We’re mainly female dominate of our species why half of our population has become diluted. Many Vynmorane females were taken from our homeland and tossed into Intergalactic Slave Trade.
We’re an advance scientific race, we hold so much knowledge inside of our self why we’re harvest sometimes. How did I end up here on this ship with these three aliens? A Cyborg Human and a Eobaslush? Well, Its the oldest story in the book, running away from home. Not from an unfit family life, or abuse. It’s called being restless and a lot more species out there for this Vynmorane to play with. Actually… I think I’ll let this mother core of the system down for a bit. I have an interesting Eobaslush to see about certain duties…
The year is unknown, but what we do know is that Aliens do exist. How, well I’m one. Since the demise of the planet known as Earth many of it’s inhabitants traveled to the sky, space and beyond. I am a young life from known as an Eobaslush from planet Qo’noS, whose name is Subulea. Our planet has rich resource, but it’s prize resource is it’s technology. Unfortunately as you can see, I’m having technical difficulties with my own Rolodex system. Coming from a planet where everyone is intelligent in technology well I can say I drew the short end of the stick. Seems like technology and I don’t mix.
The only thing that works is my stupid holo tablet and half of my Rolodex mainframe. Ugh, I need to hurry up and get this system running. I have a member of my team down in an unknown environment that would seems fine, because before half my system crashed her vitals and the vitals of the planet came back positive, but I guess we hit an electrical current we weren’t expecting. Bummer, well glad I have someone else on board to help me with such. If she isn’t preoccupied with certain appetites…