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In "Werewolf: The Forsaken," I have finally decided to embrace my duties as a Teller of Tales. Tonight was a "moot", or "muut", or something along those phonetic lines, which is a storytelling festival that one of the elder characters can call for every so often. As one of the Cahaliths, I (completely unprepared) was required to stand up and tell a story.
So I stood up and tried to remember something that our pack had done that was cool. Nothing came to mind. Rather, nothing that would make a coherent story came to mind; the best action-packed adventure that we'd had involving beating the shit out of a bunch of rats, a story which our other Cahalith had already given a short account of. That was out.
So I got up and told "a story not of our pack, but of all packs. Names are not important, for they do not last; stories are immortal." I couldn't remember everyone's name.
The real story: Some of the Rahu (warriors) went to fight a bad NPC werewolf named Creed, at a bar. One of the alphas got killed, then one of the wolves in his pack gave his soul to a spirit who later turned out to be a bad guy in order to save his alpha. The alpha, resurrected, ran from the fight.
So I sang the tale of the brave warriors who assayed forth from their beautiful grove in order to combat an old and corrupt wolf, seeking him out in his filthy den of iniquity (this is rich, coming from a character whose pack owns a titty bar) to smite him. I sang of how the corrupt wolf had a bunch of vampires (it really didn't), and how our wolves killed them all. I sang of how Mel tossed an SUV through the wall of the bar (it was really a Volkswagen Beetle). I sang of the sacrifice of the wolf (the guy who played him later said that he'd almost been expecting me to say that he'd sold his soul to the devil to save his alpha, and that his alpha was now a half-demon or something--I filed that away for future reference, when I tell the story again).
Said alpha, the one that got resurrected and then FLED LIKE A COWARD WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS, immediately got very huffy, almost went into Rage, and challenged me. My response: "I took poetic license. It's art." (Luckily, Mel backed me up. Otherwise, I would be bitching about having to make a new character 'cause I got my old one killed by an insulted alpha.)
Everyone was impressed with my story, tho. Common response: "When you started talking about the old, corrupt wolf, I thought you were telling a myth. Then when you starting talking about the warriors and our packs, I thought I knew where you were going with it...then you started talking about the vampires. Vampires? There weren't any vampires...but your story was so much more interesting than what really happened."
I rule. I kick ass. I'm totally down with the oral folk tradition. I'm going to make up more stories about things that may or may not have happened, then put vampires and mages and shit in there. Yeah. Rawk. I exaggerate like a mofo.
Have three more icons. "Timecube" one stops spinning after a while, which pisses me off but which I can't do anything about at the moment, since I have no GIF animator anymore. "Automanipulator" one, ditto--no GIF animator to change speed or anything. I found an older version of it where the text is clearer, though. Saved in JPG instead of GIF. Going back and forth on William S. Burroughs "Shoot the bitch and write a book" one--too misogynistic? Too violent? Any good, even? I happen to like the quote. "Shoot the bitch and write a book, that's what I did." And the source picture: here, in case anyone wants to take a crack at iconage or whatever. I like this picture of him a lot.
Got a package from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ghostgecko consisting of "JtHM: The Director's Cut" and another book which looks excellent. Why did he send me these? For Cthulhumas, and also because he is awesome, that's why. Lew, thank you. *e-hugs and other assorted fawnings*
Have much work to do. Have essays to write, posterboard to buy, CDs to burn, and a world to shake up. Hopefully. Yes, I'm taking a very optimistic look at the future right now. It's amazing what a sense of accomplishment and energy the simple acts of telling a kick-ass story and filling up your icon slots can give you.
So I stood up and tried to remember something that our pack had done that was cool. Nothing came to mind. Rather, nothing that would make a coherent story came to mind; the best action-packed adventure that we'd had involving beating the shit out of a bunch of rats, a story which our other Cahalith had already given a short account of. That was out.
So I got up and told "a story not of our pack, but of all packs. Names are not important, for they do not last; stories are immortal." I couldn't remember everyone's name.
The real story: Some of the Rahu (warriors) went to fight a bad NPC werewolf named Creed, at a bar. One of the alphas got killed, then one of the wolves in his pack gave his soul to a spirit who later turned out to be a bad guy in order to save his alpha. The alpha, resurrected, ran from the fight.
So I sang the tale of the brave warriors who assayed forth from their beautiful grove in order to combat an old and corrupt wolf, seeking him out in his filthy den of iniquity (this is rich, coming from a character whose pack owns a titty bar) to smite him. I sang of how the corrupt wolf had a bunch of vampires (it really didn't), and how our wolves killed them all. I sang of how Mel tossed an SUV through the wall of the bar (it was really a Volkswagen Beetle). I sang of the sacrifice of the wolf (the guy who played him later said that he'd almost been expecting me to say that he'd sold his soul to the devil to save his alpha, and that his alpha was now a half-demon or something--I filed that away for future reference, when I tell the story again).
Said alpha, the one that got resurrected and then FLED LIKE A COWARD WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS, immediately got very huffy, almost went into Rage, and challenged me. My response: "I took poetic license. It's art." (Luckily, Mel backed me up. Otherwise, I would be bitching about having to make a new character 'cause I got my old one killed by an insulted alpha.)
Everyone was impressed with my story, tho. Common response: "When you started talking about the old, corrupt wolf, I thought you were telling a myth. Then when you starting talking about the warriors and our packs, I thought I knew where you were going with it...then you started talking about the vampires. Vampires? There weren't any vampires...but your story was so much more interesting than what really happened."
I rule. I kick ass. I'm totally down with the oral folk tradition. I'm going to make up more stories about things that may or may not have happened, then put vampires and mages and shit in there. Yeah. Rawk. I exaggerate like a mofo.
Have three more icons. "Timecube" one stops spinning after a while, which pisses me off but which I can't do anything about at the moment, since I have no GIF animator anymore. "Automanipulator" one, ditto--no GIF animator to change speed or anything. I found an older version of it where the text is clearer, though. Saved in JPG instead of GIF. Going back and forth on William S. Burroughs "Shoot the bitch and write a book" one--too misogynistic? Too violent? Any good, even? I happen to like the quote. "Shoot the bitch and write a book, that's what I did." And the source picture: here, in case anyone wants to take a crack at iconage or whatever. I like this picture of him a lot.
Got a package from
ghostgecko consisting of "JtHM: The Director's Cut" and another book which looks excellent. Why did he send me these? For Cthulhumas, and also because he is awesome, that's why. Lew, thank you. *e-hugs and other assorted fawnings* Have much work to do. Have essays to write, posterboard to buy, CDs to burn, and a world to shake up. Hopefully. Yes, I'm taking a very optimistic look at the future right now. It's amazing what a sense of accomplishment and energy the simple acts of telling a kick-ass story and filling up your icon slots can give you.
