The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story 

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

Seen in image: 

- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.

In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.

- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion. 

BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.

- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.

GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.

 - Art by Wendy Christine Allen. 

- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.

• The Series Prologue  

• Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

Judgement (An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching "The Rapture of September 2025")

“Fudge puppies! Git ya fudge puppies here!”

BoomFuzzy’s cracked voice echoed down the cratered street, smoke curling from the rusted chimney stack on top of his robin egg blue 1968 VW bus. Glittered letters spelled DEEP SEA FUDGE on the side. The middle ‘E’ blinked out every other second. The old Phooka and his food truck, smelled like cloves and gingerbread and burnt sugar.

Half the Humans lined up weren’t even hungry.

Just hypnotized.

Literally.

The old trickster Fae cast spells on every Human that walked past him.

One glance in his cataract-silver eyes, and they coughed up coins they didn’t know they had.

Next to him, velvet cushions.

Pink.

Pink velvet cushions.

Pink throw rugs spread out on the sidewalk. Covering the dirt.

Pink silk draped over rusted scaffolding. Hiding the city grime.

“I hate filth,” Quaraun snarled. “Why is there so damned much fucking flith in this city.”

“It a city, Love,” BoomFuzzy answered. “Being full of filth is what cities be known for.”

Quaraun hung another pink silk curtain on the brick wall, then glared at the dumpster a few feet away.

The pink silk furnishings of Quaraun’s vardo were sprawled across broken sidewalk like a collapsed drag queen. In front of the vardo was The Pink Necromancer himself.

Resplendent.

Ridiculous.

Dangerous as shit.

He set up a small round table and draped it with even more pink silk, before setting up two dainty pink cushioned chairs, one for himself and one for the Human that stood there waiting for the fussy Elf to finish fussing over filth long enough to give the Human a card reading.

Finally Quaraun sat down.

He shuffled the deck.

Long fingers encased in gold-plated prosthetic bionic gloves.

Blue eyes.

Pink pupils.

Foot long pointed rabbity ears.

His twelve foot long jellyfish hair coiled in spirals. Slithering, hissing, at the Human.

His voice, slow, soft, calculated.

English bent sideways in his mouth. The old Elf hated Humans almost as much as he hated being forced to speak their fucking languages.

“Filth,” the ancient Elf muttered. “I hate filth.”

He spread the cards out on the table and looked up at the Human for the first time.

“Choose one.”

The Human trembled.

Good.

Fucking filthy Humans needed to tremble.

Didn’t look like he could read.

Didn’t matter.

No one came to The Pink Necromancer for literacy.

They came because the cards always told the truth. Even if that truth was: you dead in three days. Sliced open by mushrooms. Eaten alive by your cousin’s shadow. Incinerated by The Insane Pink Mage With Flamboyant Nipples.

The man picked.

Quaraun didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. Didn’t blink.

He stared at the card.

His eye twitched.

He gasped.

He stood. Fast.

He dropped his cane.

His legs wobbled.

“The sky,” Quaraun whispered.

The Human squinted.

“What?”

Quaraun’s voice pitched up. Wild.

“The Trump of Judgement!”

“Aw shit.” BoomFuzzy looked up from the fudge puppie waffle iron. “Here we go.”

“The Trump of Judgement! Jubilee! The Horn! The Horn!”

“Ya mean the fuckin’ kazoo of panic?” BoomFuzzy asked as he adjusted his google.

Quaraun dropped to his knees. He wasn’t listening to his Faerie chef husband. He was too busy screaming.

“It is the end. The End. It is the End. The final trumpet. The veil tears. The sky splits. The stars fall. The Judge rises — “

“Stars fell last week, Babe. Remember?” BoomFuzzy paused and handed a boba tea to a stoned college kid. “ Meteor shower. We roasted marshmallows.”

“This is different!” Quaraun shrieked hysterically as his jellyfish tentacle hair lashed out and threw a pillow into the road. “I felt it. It is happening now! I felt it!”

“Course ya did. Ya feel it every fuckin’ Tuesday.”

Quaraun stood back up. Pointed to the sky.

“The clouds. Dark. Swirling.”

“Not unusual for The God Forsaken City, Love. It always looks like a storm was coming. ’Cause one always is.” BoomFuzzy poured clam chowder into a paper cup and it to another customer, then leaned out the food truck looking for GhoulSpawn. “Hey Ghoulie! We got another Code Screamin’ Pink JellyBrain situation!”

GhoulSpawn wandered over, chewing a sugar coated psychodelic mushroom, pupils dilated wide.

“Whoa, what?” The big Satyr like Sheep Demon briefly paused to watch Quaraun’s hysterical antics before turning back to BoomFuzzy. “Reading cards?”

“Aye”

“Like, what’d he pull this time?”

“Judgement.”

GhoulSpawn’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, like, that one’s heavy, man. Like, kaboom-level cosmic realignment, was what he was predicting last time he pulled that one. Yeah? Planets outta sync. Electromagnetic shift. Y’know the Earth’s poles reversed once already — “

“THIS IS THE RAPTURE!” Quaraun shrieked.

“Rapture?”

“THE RAPTURE OF THE MUSHROOMS!”

“The what now?”

“I HEARD THEM.”

“You hearin’ mushrooms again? Cool! You want one? I pinched a whole bag of them off that drug dealer cross the alley.”

GhoulSpawn held up another sugar coated dried mushroom.

“They are screaming.”

“Course they are,” BoomFuzzy said. “You gave them fuckin’ mouths.”

“They screamed Judgement! Judgement! Judgement! JUDGMENT! It echoed! Echoed and echoed. In my head! I — I — I heard the trumpet! I heard the call!”

BoomFuzzy wiped his hands on his apron.

“Aye. I hear a call too. It’s called ‘shut the fuck up, ya scaring away me customers.’”

“But I must warn them.”

“Ain’t nobody wanna be warned, JellyBean.”

Quaraun spun to the Human still sitting frozen on the velvet pillow.

“You are doomed.”

The Human blinked.

“Uh…”

“Leave now. Before the smoke drowns the city. Before the ground splits. Before the rivers boil — “

“Rivers already boil,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “You cursed the sewer system last summer, remember?”

Quaraun ignored him. Tore open a drawer on the side of the vardo. Threw bolts of pink silks everywhere. Pink ribbons spiralled in the wind. The whole market froze. Humans backed up.

Quiet.

Terrified.

Rightfully so.

This was after all the dreaded Pink Necromancer, most feared being in all the known universe, and he was having himself a right jolly old meltdown.

“You must hide underground!” Quaraun screamed.

“Bit hard. The fuckin’ Moon slammed Boston into the fuckin’ crust. We already underground, love,” BoomFuzzy said, sipping coffee.

Quaraun pulled his Rainbow Wand. The dial spun.

Gold to red to black.

Aiming at shadows. Walls. Bystanders.

“The trumpets are sounding. The Judge is coming!”

“You mean me?” BoomFuzzy grinned.

“You?”

“Why not? I’m the King, ain’t I? Want me to judge the fudge? Kiss the customers? Spank a few heretics? Fuck ya pearly white arse on Saint Peter’s pearly white gates?”

Quaraun ignored him and zapped a nearby trashcan.

GhoulSpawn ducked behind the van. Peeked out, wide-eyed.

“Okay, okay, just sayin’, I did see something freaky near the ruins. Like, glowing orbs, man. Pulsing. Like maybe EMP charges? Government shit? Maybe mushrooms ain’t wrong this time?”

“You hear that?!” Quaraun shrieked while pointing to GhoulSpawn. “He saw them too!”

“Yeah, but Ghoulie’s been microdosing for four days. He saw a talking pigeon give him quantum advice.”

“It told me to invent teleporting pants,” GhoulSpawn said, dead serious.

Quaraun turned to the crowd. Wand raised.

“You must all leave. Flee. Evacuate the city.”

Nobody moved.

BoomFuzzy stepped forward. Pulled his husband back by the frilly pink silk collar.

“Quit scarin’ the customers. ya fucking numpty.”

“They will die.”

“So the fuck what? They’s fucking shit brained Humans, since when we UnSeelie give a rat’s arse about Hu,mans? That’s no excuse to ruin dinner.”

“But — “

“No buts, JellyElf.”

“But I pulled Judgement!”

“Aye. You pulled Judgement. For him. Not for the fuckin’ planet. No for you. Not for the city. Ya was reading for him.”

Quaraun blinked.

“Oh.”

BoomFuzzy shoved a lobster roll in his hands.

“Eat. Calm ya glitter tits the fuck down.”

Quaraun stared at the food like it might explode.

“Is it poisoned?”

“Only with love, SugarPlum.”

GhoulSpawn reappeared with a stolen microwave under one arm.

“Hey, uh, so, uh, I’m not sayin’ you’re right, but like, I just did detect a spike in gamma radiation under the bridge.”

BoomFuzzy slapped his forehead.

“Goddammit, Ghoulie.”

“It might be unrelated,” GhoulSpawn offered.

“Gamma fuckin’ radiation is never unrelated!”

Quaraun dropped the lobster roll. Screamed.

“WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!”

“YA FUCKING IDIOT GOAT! I JUST GOT HIM CALMED DOWN!”

“I’m a Sheep — “

A rat ran across the broken road.

Quaraun vaporized it.

The crowd fled. Humans ran screaming down the street.

BoomFuzzy sighed.

“Well. That’s lunch rush over.”

Quaraun curled into a fetal ball beside the vardo. Rocked. Whimpered.

“The trumpet. I heard it. I heard it.”

BoomFuzzy knelt beside him. Took his face in both hands. Kissed him hard. Again.

“There. See? No angels. No death. No mushroom apocalypse. Just me. Just now. Calm yer pink frilly arse down.”

Quaraun blinked.

Paused.

Swallowed hard.

“The card still says Judgement.”

BoomFuzzy rubbed his temples.

“I fuckin’ hate the city.”

Today’s story was brought to you by the letter J. More stories starting with Jcan be found here:

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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

• On writing a Trans main character and the use of deadnames & old pronouns

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• Merchant Trip Misadventures

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Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025

Includes the following stories: Judgement (An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching "The Rapture of September 2025") The Candle Con in Ember Hollow Magic Apples The Price of Art Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a City of Slushies Prosimetrum 3 Perspectives on an Apple Conundrum in the Bazaar Nor’easter in an Apple Orchard Rain Dripped Incessantly on the Pink Silk Tent

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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸

• eBook Editions from this series can be found on: GumRoad

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Meet The Characters

Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.1: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.2: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 

@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

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