EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

#UPDATE: January 6, 2021:
To all of you who are sending me video clips this morning and asking "Is this your family?"...


To answer your questions...


* Yes... my relatives ARE on every news station in every country of the world today, yes they did ORGANIZE the attack on the Capitol Building... and I am horrified by it.


* No, before you guys sent me the video footage clips, I was unaware the attack had happened, I do not own a TV and do not seek out news reports on the internet, so had you not sent me those clips I would never have known the attack had happened at all


* Yes, many members of my extended-family were involved in organizing the attack on Washington D.C.; one of my aunts claims to be the organizer, she is now wanted by the FBI for questioning


* Yes, I can see 1 uncle, 2 aunts, and 23 1st cousins in those pictures and news reports.


* Yes, the shooter is the high priest cousin you saw posting gun photos and death threats on my FaceBook, Twitter, and Twitch chat


* Yes, that is the 2 cousins who founded the group "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan More Loyal Than The Loyal White Knights", in the gif/memes trashing reporter cameras and jumping on said cameras 


* YES, that IS the uncle who was paying the Discord tittie streamer $500 a month to stage the "deserve to be raped raids" on my Twitch channel 


* Yes, that uncle, 2 aunts, and 23 cousins ARE all members of Heaven's Gate and were party to the original UFO cult kool-aid murder suicide that killed 39 people in 1997


* No, I do not support anything they do or have done; it's been more than 30 years since I last saw, talked to, or interacted with any of them


#And please, stop forwarding video footage and news reports to me. I want nothing to do with those jackasses. We share DNA, not ideologies. They absolutely disgust me.


* If you were there, please be aware that 4 of them are now bragging on their social medias that they currently have Covid-19 and that they were spitting on police and government officials during the attack on the Capitol Building; yes it is confirmed they DO actually have Covid-19... 9 members of their immediate family have died in the past month and is what instigated them to join the mob at D.C.


* Yes, all of them are wanted by the FBI... if you have any information about ANY of their crimes INCLUDING today's attack on Washington D.C., do NOT send it to me, send it to the FBI agent in charge of the case: 


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the investigation. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322


This whole thing is very distressing for me. I do not like the kind of attention that gets put on ME because I happen to be related to THEM.

Far too many people harass my family, online and offline, because of these dipshits in our rather distant family tree.

I prefer to stay out of the public eye and deeply dislike being pulled into the paparazzi spotlight every time this group of lunatics pulls one of these ridiculous terrorist attack stunts.


It was very distressing for me to wake up this morning to find email, and every contact method on every social media, packs full of thousands of questions, links, and forwards, all asking me if that was my family that was being plastered across every news station on the planet.


It was bad enough to learn a terrorist attack had happened and it was even worse to learn it was yet again my uncles behind it.


Though I can not say I'm surprised to learn these jackass dipshits I have to share DNA with were involved. This certainly isn't the first terrorist attack they took part in.


Considering this 1 uncle, 2 aunts, & 23 cousins, all who took part in Heaven's Gate murder of 39 people in 1997, 1 of whom built the bomb for 2013's Boston Marathon, and 2 of whom founded the Loyalist White Knights... were involved in this attack too... I hope they get life in prison, they fucking deserve it.

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#UPDATE: January 9, 2020....


Good news, one of them was just arrested in Florida. He's the guy all over Twitter today, waving to security cameras while stealing Nancy Pelosi's lecture pedestal. My relatives are insane. I hope he never gets out.


At least he can't post death threats and rape threats in my Twitch chat anymore. I hope they arrest them all.


Why do I have to share DNA with these psychotic lunatics?


You can support your political party without being a violent, crazed, psychopathic terroist, you know.


#And random thought...


You know... all the people saying Trump supporters should stop inciting violence and go read their Bible, clearly have never read the Bible and have no clue how much violence and genocide God commands in the Old Testament... shouldn't it be the Trumpies need LESS Bible influence? Isn't it the Bible that inspired them to be violent in the first place?


And you want to know something else...


26 of those people now arrested for attacking the Capitol, had ALREADY been reported, in October 2019, for planning an attack on the government...

I know beause I filed that report on 3 uncles, 2 auns, and 23 cousins when they started building bombs and bought 4,000 asult rifles, while claiming they were building an army.

This attack was a long time in the planning and couldhave been prevented and the FBI knew about it 2 years ago.


But hey... guess what... the FBI knew about the Heaven's Gate murder 8 MONTHS before those same 26 people murdered 39 people under the shadow of Hale-Bop... AND the FBI knew in 2012, 5 months ahead of time that these same 26 people were building bombs for the Boston Marathon.


Same 26 people over and over again. This time some of them actually got caught... but the Heaven's Gate crew, has 4,000 members in Maine, Florida, Mississippi, Wyomin, Colorado, and Nova Scotia.


They are gaining members all the time. They claim they are building God's army, they claim Trump is "the God-King" God's form on earth, they also believe he is a shapeshifting reptilian alien, and they claim to be waiting for a mothership that will fly in the shadow of Comet Wormwood.


They claim "when the Trump of jubilie sounds" they will be ready to kill all who oppose them, because they believe they are God's Army and they do not fear death, for they also believe that through death, they "will be changed in the twinkling of an eye" and transformed into mighty arch angels to enact vengange of all who oppose them.


They embrace death, to the point, like they did in 1997, they will kill themselves if they have to, and take everyone around them with them.


Heaven's Gate should be feared and they should be in prison, not building gallows on the front law of the Capitaol building while trying to hang the Vice President.


How many decades will Heaven's Gate's members be allowed to kill and main unbridled? They are terrorists and NEED to be arrested and put in prison, BEFORE they do what they are planning and unleash a bomb that will kill every one "East of the Mississippi" as they put it.


My uncle David is dangerous, and now with his brother Bruce, leader of Heaven's Gate since 1997, dead from Covid19, David's crew has become far more dangerous than they ever were.


This attack they staged on the Capitol, it's not the end, it was just them firing a warning shot of something far bigger yet to come.


They need to be stopped BEFORE they kill more people.


How many times will this same group be allowed to kill over and over again, before someone stops them?


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1 uncle, 2 aunts, & 23 cousins were there; they are the leaders of Heaven's Gate AND the Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan; they have 4,000 members armed with assault rifles, ready to march on command, and that's JUST the group in Palmyra, Maine - they NEED to be stopped... this post they made on Twitter is NOT a joke... they WILL march Jan 19... they MUST be stopped... Jan 6 was just a warning shot


https://twitter.com/profmath56/status/1347582047485906945?s=20




UPDATE: January 14, 2021
I received a deeply troubling question today... let's answer it...

I received a deeply troubling question today... let's answer it...


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*if someone asks me to do something in exchange for a donation...? I stream, and today someone I've never seen before sent me a message on discord asking me if I want [insert ridiculous amount of money here]. I of course replied asking what for, and the guy replies saying 'complete 25 challenges, for example #1 would be pulling a funny face. If you complete all 25 challenges then I donate the money.' Oh, and he also sent me screenshots of what I assume is supposed to be proof that he's dono'd tons of money to others before. This seems sus AF to me. Should I just assume it's fake / he'll ask me to do something weird? What do?*


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You've heard of the recent attacks on the American Capitol, right?

Have you NOT also heard about the 26 Twitch streamers who have found their name's on the FBI's no fly list even though they live in Europe and have never been to America?

Have you looked at today's day January 14 vs the date of the next 2 planned attacks, January 17 and January 20?

I doubt you'd ask this question if you HAD heard of what happened, so let me me summarize:

A group of terrorists spent several months planning an attack on Washington D.C. They took to intermingling with election rallies, so no one would suspect them. 

Meanwhile, online, they sought out a way to make 26 fake IDs for their group to use on attack day (January 6).

They ended up contacting 26 Twitch streamers the genders and approximate ages of the 26 people they had in their group going to D.C. 

Each streamer was sent an offer for being donated $500 in exchange for doing things. The streamers thought it seemed innocent enough and was easy money, so did it.

The reason for the $500 amount, was PayPal requires additional verification on large amounts, meaning, they were given the REAL NAMES AND HOME ADDRESSES of those 26 streamers. They next took those names and made 26 fake IDs using the names and addresses of those 26 streamers.

They used those fake IDs January 6 at D.C. and now as of Jan 7, those 26 streamers found their names on the FBI's no-fly list.

Those 26 terrorists, tossed the fake IDs and used their real IDs to leave D.C. and made their way back to Florida, Mississippi, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine, successfully returning home, while hundreds of other rally attendants found themselves unable to get on planes.

Given what those 26 did just before Jan 6, I would question anyone asking something similar to any streamer, right now, this close to Jan 17.

I highly recommend you report them to the FBI as possibly connected to the Jan 17 attack. **[https://tips.fbi.gov/](https://tips.fbi.gov/)**

The 26 people in question by the way... my uncle David, his wife Luci, his sister Barbie Jean, and 23 of their children, grandchildren, and great grand children... only one of whom so far has been arrested... the one who stole Nancy Pelosi's pulpit. On their way home to Palmyra, the rest showed up in my driveway January 11, to chant "All hail God King Trump" while bragging how they didn't get caught and outwitted the FBI and are going back to D.C. on Jan 17 and Jan 20.

Chances are VERY HIGH that the man contacting you was David's son Shem, who is the one who contacted the others prior to the Jan 6 attack, or so he bragged on Jan 11, while shooting off his rifils in my driveway, from a red 1980s vintage Jeep Cherokee.

Beware of the Atwaters, the Halls, the Cyrs, and the Johnsons... they ain't sending you money unless they are planning on using you to take the fall for some crime they plan to commit and blame on you. You'll go to jail and they'll walk free, like they always do, like they've been doing since the 1950s.

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..UPDATE: January 14, 2021...
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...MODS TAKE NOTICE!...
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...NEW BAN RULES ADDED TO THE CHANNEL... ..............................
...From today forward ALL USERNAMES ending in "Chan" are to be banned on sight...
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...I do not want any member of the 4Chan, 7Chan, Anon, QAnon or any similar terrorist organizations near my channel...
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...BAN THEM ALL!...

#As of this discovery a new policy is now in place on my channel.. all mods are to **IMMEDIATELY BAN** anyone and everyone they see with the word "Chan" at the end of their name, wither that user has ever visited my channel or not.

I want my mods to take ANY user they see on ANY channel ANYWHERE on Twitch to just ban those usernames from my channel as soon as they see them.

#From today forwards ALL USERNAMES ending in "Chan" are to be banned on sight.

#I do not want any member of this terrorist organization near my channel.

#The Chans are horrible people and I want nothing to do with any of them.

#Anyone found to be a supporter of ANY Chan is to be banned from my channel, even if they do not have "Chan" at the end of their username.

The "Chan" movement... OMG! They are fucking psychotic extremists. I had no clue what "Chan" meant or why people put it at the end of their username. Knowing what I know now and looking at the fact that the ringleader behind the 3 year long attack on my Twitch channel has the word "Chan" at the end of her username, the wild sex rumors she spreads about me FINALLY make sense.

Today one of my mods sent me the following message:

*"I noticed the girl trying to cancel you has "Chan" at the end of her username, as do many of her followers. I also noticed your confusion over her attacks and I wonder, do you know what "chan" means or why streamers put it at the end of their username? Everyone who has "Chan" at the end of their username is a witch hunting channel, it is how they identify themselves. It means they are extremist radical trolls from 4chan. There is even a wiki devoted to the "Chan Movement". Here, you'll want to read this. **[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4chan](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4chan)** and this **[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Chanology](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Chanology)**Twitter has started to ban anyone using "chan" at the end of their username because is identifies the user as connected with white supremacy hate groups. She's a QAnon terrorist and proud of it, that's why she has "chan" at the end of her name. That's why she is working with your uncles. She helped them plan the attack on the Capitol. She's a QAnon member. That's why she has the word "chan" at the end of her username. Every QAnon member does that. I didn't realize you had never heard of QAnon or 4Chan until I saw your Tweet last night. I'm s sorry. I thought you knew that is what she was. I would have messaged you sooner about this if I had known you didn't know what QAnon was. Also "Thingy" is a slang word, it means "a child's vagina" people put that in their username to signify they are supporters of child rape. These are really bad people attacking your channel. They are the same people who just attacked America's Capital. When they are chanting "ThingyChan" in your chat, it's a QAnon secret code word, it's another word for rape, it's a rape threat, it's them bypassing the NightBot ban of the word rape. It means they are threatening to gather up 4Chan members to rape you. 4Chan QAnon's use secret code words to bypass chat bans because they know most people don't know what the code words mean. It's like a Morse Code that only they know."*


Here is what the Wiki has to say:

>>>>*"4chan is an anonymous English-language imageboard website. Launched by Christopher "moot" Poole in October 2003, the site hosts boards dedicated to a wide variety of topics, from anime and manga to video games, music, literature, fitness, politics, and sports, among others. Registration is not available and users typically post anonymously; posting is ephemeral, as threads receiving recent replies are "bumped" to the top of their respective board and old threads are deleted as new ones are created. As of November 2020, 4chan receives more than 20 million unique monthly visitors, with more than 900,000 posts made daily."*

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>>>>*"The site has been described as a hub of Internet subculture, with its community being influential in the formation of prominent Internet memes, such as lolcats, Rickrolling, and rage comics, as well as hacktivist and political movements, such as Anonymous and the alt-right. 4chan has often been the subject of media attention as a source of controversies, including the coordination of pranks and harassment against websites and Internet users, and the posting of illegal and offensive content. The Guardian once summarized the 4chan community as "lunatic, juvenile ... brilliant, ridiculous and alarming""*

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>>>>*"Before the end of 2003, several new anime-related boards were added, including /h/ (Hentai), /c/ (Anime/Cute), /d/ (Hentai/Alternative), /w/ (Wallpapers/Anime), /y/ (Yaoi), and /a/ (Anime). Additionally, a lolicon board was created at /l/ (Lolikon),[26] but was disabled following the posting of genuine child pornography and ultimately deleted in October 2004, after threats of legal action."*

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>>>>*"On November 17, 2018, it was announced that the site would be split into two, with the work-safe boards moved to a new domain, 4channel.org, while the NSFW boards would remain on the 4chan.org domain. In a series of posts on the topic, Nishimura explained that the split was due to 4chan being blacklisted by most advertising companies, and that the new 4channel domain would allow for the site to receive advertisements by mainstream ad providers."*

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>>>>*"/pol/ ("Politically Incorrect") is 4chan's political discussion board. A stickied thread on its front page states that the board's intended purpose is "discussion of news, world events, political issues, and other related topics." /pol/ was created in October 2011 as a rebranding of 4chan's news board, /new/, which was deleted that January for a high volume of racist discussion."*

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>>>>*"Although there had previously been a strong left-libertarian contingent to 4chan activists, there was a gradual rightward turn on 4chan's politics board in the early-mid 2010s. The board quickly attracted posters with a political persuasion that later would be described with a new term, the alt-right. Media sources have characterized /pol/ as predominantly racist and sexist, with many of its posts taking an explicitly neo-Nazi bent. The Southern Poverty Law Center regards /pol/'s rhetorical style as widely emulated by white supremacist websites such as The Daily Stormer; the Stormer's editor, Andrew Anglin, concurred. /pol/ was where screenshots of Trayvon Martin's hacked social media accounts were initially posted. The board's users have started antifeminist, homophobic, transphobic, and anti-Arab Twitter campaigns."*

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>>>>*"The users of /r9k/ built upon by then popular 4chan memes "epic win" and "fail" to group the human population into "alphas" or stereotypical well-adjusted popular people and "betas" or stereotypical geek-ish social rejects, self-identifying with the latter. It became a popular gathering place for the controversial online incel community. The "beta uprising" or "beta rebellion" meme, the idea of taking revenge against women, jocks and others perceived as the cause of incels' problems, was popularized on the sub-section. It gained more traction on the forum following the Umpqua Community College shooting, where it is believed that the shooter, Chris Harper-Mercer, also warned people not to go to school in the Northwest hours prior to the shooting as users encouraged him. The perpetrator of the Toronto van attack referenced 4chan and an incel rebellion in a Facebook post he made prior to the attack while praising self-identified incel Elliot Rodger, the killer behind the 2014 Isla Vista killings. He claims to have talked with both Harper-Mercer and Rodger on Reddit and 4chan and believes that he was part of a "beta uprising", also posting a message on 4chan about his intention the day before his attack."*

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>>>>*"Anonymous originated in 2003 on the imageboard 4chan representing the concept of many online and offline community users simultaneously existing as an anarchic, digitized global brain. Anonymous members (known as Anons or QAnons) can be distinguished in public by the wearing of Guy Fawkes masks in the style portrayed in the graphic novel and film V for Vendetta. However, this may not always be the case as some of the collective prefer to instead cover their face without using the well-known mask as a disguise. Some anons also opt to mask their voices through voice changers or text-to-speech programs."*

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>>>>*"On January 19, 2012, the U.S. Department of Justice shut down the file-sharing site Megaupload on allegations of copyright infringement. Anons responded with a wave of DDoS attacks on U.S. government and copyright organizations, shutting down the sites for the RIAA, MPAA, Broadcast Music, Inc., and the FBI."*

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>>>>*"In the wake of the fatal police shooting of unarmed African-American Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, "Operation Ferguson"—a hacktivist organization that claimed to be associated with Anonymous—organized cyberprotests against police, setting up a website and a Twitter account to do so. The group promised that if any protesters were harassed or harmed, they would attack the city's servers and computers, taking them offline. City officials said that e-mail systems were targeted and phones died, while the Internet crashed at the City Hall."*

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>>>>*"In March 2016, Anonymous was reported to have declared war on Donald Trump. However, the "Anonymous Official" YouTube channel released a video denouncing #OpTrump as an operation that "goes against everything Anonymous stands for" in reference to censorship and added "we are for everyone letting their voices be heard, even, if the person at hand ... is a monster.""*

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>>>>*"In late 2017, QAnon, a pro-Trump group claiming to be the "real" Anonymous, first emerged on 4chan. In response, anti-Trump members of Anonymous warned that QAnon was stealing the collective's branding."*

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>>>>*"Since 2009, dozens of people have been arrested for involvement in Anonymous cyberattacks, in countries including the U.S., UK, Australia, the Netherlands, Spain, and Turkey. Anons generally protest these prosecutions and describe these individuals as martyrs to the movement. The July 2011 arrest of LulzSec member Topiary became a particular rallying point, leading to a widespread "Free Topiary" movement."*

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>>>>*"QAnon is a disproven and discredited far-right conspiracy theory alleging that a cabal of Satan-worshipping cannibalistic pedophiles is running a global child sex-trafficking ring and plotting against U.S. president Donald Trump, who is fighting the cabal. QAnon also commonly asserts that Trump is planning a day of reckoning known as the "Storm", when thousands of members of the cabal will be arrested. The conspiracy claim is entirely fictitious. QAnon supporters have accused many liberal Hollywood actors, Democratic politicians, and high-ranking government officials of being members of the cabal. They have also claimed that Trump feigned conspiracy with Russians to enlist Robert Mueller to join him in exposing the sex trafficking ring and preventing a coup d'état by Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, and George Soros. The QAnon conspiracy theories have been amplified by Russian state-backed troll accounts on social media, as well as Russian state-backed traditional media."*

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>>>>*"Although preceded by similar viral conspiracy theories such as Pizzagate,[23][24] which has since become part of QAnon, the conspiracy theory began with an October 2017 post on the anonymous imageboard 4chan by "Q", who was presumably an American individual;[25] it is now more likely that "Q" has become a group of people acting under the same name. A stylometric analysis of Q posts claims to have uncovered that at least two people wrote as "Q" in different periods. Q claimed to be a high-level government official with Q clearance, who has access to classified information involving the Trump administration and its opponents in the United States. NBC News reported that three people took the original Q post and spread it across multiple media platforms to build an Internet following for profit. QAnon was preceded by several similar anonymous 4chan posters, such as FBIAnon, HLIAnon (High-Level Insider), CIAAnon, and WH Insider Anon. Although American in origin, there is now a considerable QAnon movement outside of the United States, particularly in Europe."*

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>>>>*"QAnon adherents began appearing at Trump reelection campaign rallies in August 2018. Bill Mitchell, a broadcaster who has promoted QAnon, attended a White House "social media summit" in July 2019. QAnon believers commonly tag their social media posts with the hashtag #WWG1WGA, signifying the motto "Where We Go One, We Go All". At an August 2019 rally, a man warming up the crowd used the QAnon motto, later denying that it was a QAnon reference. This occurred hours after the FBI published a report calling QAnon a potential source of domestic terrorism—the first time the agency had so rated a fringe conspiracy theory. According to analysis by Media Matters for America, as of October 2020, Trump had amplified QAnon messaging at least 265 times by retweeting or mentioning 152 Twitter accounts affiliated with QAnon, sometimes multiple times a day. QAnon followers came to refer to Trump as "Q+""*

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>>>>*"The number of QAnon adherents is unclear as of October 2020, but the group maintains a large online following. In June 2020, Q exhorted followers to take a "digital soldiers oath", and many did, using the Twitter hashtag #TakeTheOath.[42] In July 2020, Twitter banned thousands of QAnon-affiliated accounts and changed its algorithms to reduce the conspiracy theory's spread.[43] A Facebook internal analysis reported in August found millions of followers across thousands of groups and pages; Facebook acted later that month to remove and restrict QAnon activity,[44][45] and in October it said it would ban the conspiracy theory from its platform altogether. Followers had also migrated to dedicated message boards such as EndChan and 8chan (now rebranded as "8kun"), where they organized to wage information warfare in an attempt to influence the 2020 United States presidential election.[47] Following Trump's loss to Joe Biden in the election, QAnon beliefs became a part of attempts to overturn the results and Trump's loss, culminating in the storming of the United States Capitol, leading to a further crackdown on QAnon-affiliated content on social media."*

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>>>>*"Anonymous is a decentralized international activist/hacktivist collective/movement that is widely known for its various cyber attacks against several governments, government institutions and government agencies, corporations, and the Church of Scientology."*

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>>>>*"Project Chanology (also called Operation Chanology) was a protest movement against the practices of the Church of Scientology by members of Anonymous, a leaderless Internet-based group. The project was started in response to the Church of Scientology's attempts to remove material from a highly publicized interview with Scientologist Tom Cruise from the Internet in January 2008."*

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>>>>*"The project was publicly launched in the form of a video posted to YouTube, "Message to Scientology", on January 21, 2008. The video states that Anonymous views Scientology's actions as Internet censorship, and asserts the group's intent to "expel the church from the Internet". This was followed by distributed denial-of-service attacks (DDoS), and soon after, black faxes, prank calls, and other measures intended to disrupt the Church of Scientology's operations. In February 2008, the focus of the protest shifted to legal methods, including nonviolent protests and an attempt to get the Internal Revenue Service to investigate the Church of Scientology's tax-exempt status in the United States."*

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>>>>*"Reactions from the Church of Scientology regarding the protesters' actions have varied. Initially, one spokesperson stated that members of the group "have got some wrong information" about Scientology. Another referred to the group as a group of "computer geeks". Later, the Church of Scientology started referring to Anonymous as "cyberterrorists" perpetrating "religious hate crimes" against the church."*

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>>>>*"Members of Project Chanology say their main goal is "to enlighten the Church of Scientology (CoS) by any means necessary.""*

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>>>>*"Project Chanology began its campaign by organizing and delivering a series of denial-of-service attacks against Scientology websites and flooding Scientology centers with prank calls and black faxes. The group was successful in taking down local and global Scientology websites intermittently from January 18, 2008 until at least January 25, 2008."*

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>>>>*"Protesters in Boston, Los Angeles, Pittsburgh, Toronto, Edinburgh, London, and other cities worldwide, wore Guy Fawkes masks modeled after the 2005 film V for Vendetta. Guy Fawkes was an English Catholic executed for a 1605 attempt to destroy the House of Lords. In V for Vendetta, a rebel against a near-future fascist regime uses the mask in his public appearances and distributes many of its copies to the population to enable mass protests."*

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>>>>*"According to The Washington Post, "the site's users have managed to pull off some of the highest-profile collective actions in the history of the Internet."*

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>>>>*"Users of 4chan and other websites "raided" Hal Turner by launching DDoS attacks and prank calling his phone-in radio show during December 2006 and January 2007. The attacks caused Turner's website to go offline. This cost thousands of dollars of bandwidth bills according to Turner. In response, Turner sued 4chan, 7chan, and other websites; however, he lost his plea for an injunction and failed to receive letters from the court."*

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>>>>*"KTTV Fox 11 aired a report on Anonymous, calling them a group of "hackers on steroids", "domestic terrorists", and collectively an "Internet hate machine" on July 26, 2007.[137] Slashdot founder Rob Malda posted a comment made by another Slashdot user, Miang, stating that the story focused mainly on users of "4chan, 7chan and 420chan". Miang claimed that the report "seems to confuse /b/ raids and motivational poster templates with a genuine threat to the American public", arguing that the "unrelated" footage of a van exploding shown in the report was to "equate anonymous posting with domestic terror"."*

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>>>>*"In May 2009, members of the site attacked YouTube, posting pornographic videos on the site. A 4chan member acknowledged being part of the attack, telling BBC News that it was in response to YouTube "deleting music"."*

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>>>>*"On October 18, 2006, the Department of Homeland Security warned National Football League officials in Miami, New York City, Atlanta, Seattle, Houston, Oakland, and Cleveland about a possible threat involving the simultaneous use of dirty bombs at stadiums. The threat claimed that the attack would be carried out on October 22, the final day of the Muslim holy month of Ramadan."*

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>>>>*"On November 29, 2010, Ali Saad, a 19-year-old, was arrested and had his home raided by the FBI for posting child pornography and death threats on 4chan. Ali had first visited 4chan "a week before [the FBI raid] happened". He admitted to downloading about 25 child pornography images from 4chan."*

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>>>>*"Collin Campbell, a U.S. Navy Machinist's Mate, was arrested in February 2011 after a fellow seaman found child pornography on his iPhone that he downloaded entirely from 4chan."*

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>>>>*"In January 2011, Matthew Riskin Bean, a 20-year-old man from New Jersey, was sentenced to 45 days in prison for cyberbullying on 4chan."*

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>>>>*"According to court documents filed on November 5, 2014, there were images posted to 4chan that appeared to be of a murder victim. The body was discovered in Port Orchard, Washington, after the images were posted. The posts were accompanied by the text: "Turns out it's way harder to strangle someone to death than it looks on the movies." A later post said: "Check the news for Port Orchard, Washington, in a few hours. Her son will be home from school soon. He'll find her, then call the cops. I just wanted to share the pics before they find me." The victim was Amber Lynn Coplin, aged 30. The suspect, 33-year-old David Michael Kalac, surrendered to police in Oregon later the same day; he was charged with second-degree murder involving domestic violence. Kalac was convicted in April 2017 and was sentenced to 82 years in prison the following month."*

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>>>>*"On July 14, 2019, 17-year-old Bianca Devins was murdered by 21-year-old Brandon Clark of Utica, New York after the two went to a concert together. The suspect took pictures of the victim's bloodied deceased body and posted it to Discord and his own Instagram page. The photos were widely shared on Instagram and other sites, particularly on 4chan where many users mocked and celebrated her death, saying she deserved it and praising the killer while depicting Devins as a manipulative young woman. Devins had developed a small following online and was a 4chan user herself."*

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>>>>*"Although preceded by similar viral conspiracy theories such as Pizzagate,[23][24] which has since become part of QAnon, the conspiracy theory began with an October 2017 post on the anonymous imageboard 4chan by "Q", who was presumably an American individual;[25] it is now more likely that "Q" has become a group of people acting under the same name.[26][27] A stylometric analysis of Q posts claims to have uncovered that at least two people wrote as "Q" in different periods.[28][29] Q claimed to be a high-level government official with Q clearance, who has access to classified information involving the Trump administration and its opponents in the United States.[30] NBC News reported that three people took the original Q post and spread it across multiple media platforms to build an Internet following for profit. QAnon was preceded by several similar anonymous 4chan posters, such as FBIAnon, HLIAnon (High-Level Insider), CIAAnon, and WH Insider Anon.[31] Although American in origin, there is now a considerable QAnon movement outside of the United States, particularly in Europe."*

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Those are just a few highlights of what the Wiki has to say about the Chan Movement and why so many users on Twitch and Twitter tac the word "chan" to the end of their username.


If you want to read the full aticle to find out all the horrors of this horrendouse group of terrorists, here is the link:


* **[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4chan](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4chan)**

* **[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Chanology](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Chanology)**

* **[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QAnon](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QAnon)**


As of this discovery a new policy is now in place on my channel.. all mods are to **IMMEDIATLY BAN** any one and everyone they see with the word "Chan" at the end of their name, wither that user has ever visited my channel or not.


I want my mods to take ANY user they see on ANY channel ANYWHERE on Twitch to just ban those usernames from my channel as soon as they see them.


#From today forwards ALL USERNAMES ending in "Chan" are to be banned on sight.


#I do not want any member of this terrorist orgination near my channel.


#The Chans are horrible people and I want nothing to do with any of them.


#Anyone found to be a supporter of ANY Chan is to be banned from my channel, even if they do not have "Chan" at the end of their username.


On a side note... do you remember in June 2016 when a group of crazy protestors showed up in my driveway chanting that my family was "Satan worshiping pedophile cannibals of the Scottish Mafia"? Well, it says on that Wiki:


>>>>*"QAnon is a disproven and discredited far-right conspiracy theory alleging that a cabal of Satan-worshipping cannibalistic pedophiles is running a global child sex-trafficking ring and plotting against U.S. president Donald Trump, who is fighting the cabal."*

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Does that me those people in my driveway that day were QAnon members?


Scary... that group included 2 Mormon Bishops, the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager, several motel owners from Old Orchard Beach, an excavation owner in Old Orchard Beach, and 2 Old Orchard Beach Town councillors... uhm... does that mean Old Orchard Beach is infested with QAnon members?


I think I am finally starting to understand the weird accusations that get tossed at me and my family... like being called "Scottish Mafia" when we are not, and being called a "BDSM Dominatrix" when I am not, and being called a "Satan Worshiper" when I am not, or being called "pedophiles' or "cannibals" when we are not.


I never understood these accusations or what the possible source could have been, but I had never heard of QAnon until 2 days ago when Twitter announced they banned 70,000 QAnon members off Twitter, following the terrorist attack in Washington D.C. earlier this week. 


The Tweet my mod was referencing, was a Tweet where I asked "What is QAnon? I never heard of it before."


Okay, so now understand WHERE they got the accusations from, they apparently say those things about everyone. But the question still stands: Why me? Why my family? Why my Twitch channel? How did I become a target for members of such bizarre, psychotically deraged terroist group? 


Also... it says QAnon started in October 2017... but those people who were in my yard, the first time they showed up was April 10, 2015, and they arrived again May 14, 2015, June 12, 2015, September 12, 2015, and each time they showed up the group was bigger. They continued to show up throughout 2016.


Each group was lead by a masked man who always kept his face hidden. The group members called him "Mark" and "Mark Who Needs No Last Name"... he was a tiny elderly man about 5'9" very skinny, and had unkept white hair. He always arrived driving a backhoe, which is the same backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013. He was the one seen shooting at me and my family in several livestreams. He was prone to showing up while I was livestreaming... I think he used my livestream schedual to determine if I was home, and I also think he was trying to "get his 15 minutes of fame" because he was always trying to get himself and his rifales on my webcams.


All of it was recorded via those livestreams *(yes, this is why several Witcher 3 VODs are not available for you to watch... it's the ones with the terrorist attacks on my family in them.)*, and all the video footage forwarded to local police, who in turn forwarded it to the FBI, and the FBI assigned Agent Andy Drewer to the case June 26, 2016.


All of that was a full 2 years before the October 2017 date in that article.



As of this discovery a new policy is now in place on my channel.. all mods are to **IMMEDIATLY BAN** any one and everyone they see with the word "Chan" at the end of their name, wither that user has ever visited my channel or not.


I want my mods to take ANY user they see on ANY channel ANYWHERE on Twitch to just ban those usernames from my channel as soon as they see them.

#From today forwards ALL USERNAMES ending in "Chan" are to be banned on sight.

#I do not want any member of this terrorist organization near my channel.

#The Chans are horrible people and I want nothing to do with any of them.

#Anyone found to be a supporter of ANY Chan is to be banned from my channel, even if they do not have "Chan" at the end of their username.


#UPDATED to answer this question:

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*How is it you have never heard of 4chan or QAnon? I thought you were a dark webber? Everyone always talks about how you know all the darkest deepest sites on the internet. 4chan is like the biggest dark web website ever.*

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Uhm... WHO exactly says I know dark web websites and what exactly is a dark webber?

I've been on the internet since 1996, but I build websites, I don't visit websites. In my 25 years on the internet I've probably visited fewer than 100 websites total, if that many. In fact, I can list off the top of my head websites I visit and use:

* Amazon

* Blogger/BlogSpot (as a blog writer, I don't read blogs by others)

* Deviantart (as a blog writer, I don't read/view content by others)

* eBay

* FaceBook

* FanFiction.Net (not visited since 2011)

* LinkedIn (as a blog writer, I don't read blogs by others)

* LiveJournal (as a blog writer, I don't read blogs by others)

* MySpace

* Nexus

* Pinterest


* SoapBox

* Squidoo (ceased to exist 2013)

* Twitch

* Twitter

* WordPress (as a blog writer, I don't read blogs by others)

* YouTube

* Zazzle

Wow... not only didn't reach 100, I didn't even reach 20.

I find it rather laughable that you or ANY ONE would think of me as someone who knows "dark web" web sites.

When exactly do you think I have time to browse the internet to even look for any website at all?

I work 80 to 120 hour weeks. 

I publish 4 novels a year, dozens of short stories a month, 2 to 3 non-fiction articles every day, paint on canvas with acrylic art for **[new merch products](https://www.zazzle.com/store/eelkat)** weekly, write for 12 blogs, and a manage/edit/write for 200 websites **[like this one](https://www.eelkat.com/)** which I built from the ground up and am the ONLY person managing/editing/writing for... AND I'm a retail merchandiser for HallMark travelling hundreds of miles a week to set up displays at WalMarts, CVS, Post Offices, WalGreens, and Khols all over New England. On top of all of that I make YouTube videos AND stream on Twitch.

So, explain to me WHEN you think it is that I have any free time for browsing the internet? 

I don't know who told you I was a "dark webber" or that I would know anything about "dark web" web sites, but, honey... check their username... did it say "Chan" at the end of their name? Yeah... THEY are a "dark webber" who visits "dark web" websites, not me, as can be clearly seen by them putting "Chan" at the end of their username.

You might want to reconsider where you get your information about me, who you get your information about me from, and fact check the source of the information you get about me.



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This one....




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Please be aware that nearly every page on this website contains spoilers to something. I talk about a lot of fandoms, and go into great detail analyzing them when I do. If I am talking about The Witcher series, InuYasha, Disney Ducks, the Quaraun series, or any other fandom, you WILL encounter spoilers about it. 

The unicorn is an asshole and the bad-guy.
Am I out of my mind for wanting to write this?
Is there a place for unicorns still in fantasy?

EelKat On Writing Evil Unicorns




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The unicorn is an asshole and the bad-guy. 
Am I out of my mind for wanting to write this? 
Is there a place for unicorns still in fantasy? 

EelKat On Writing Evil Unicorns

So, I was over on Reddit, you like I often am, and found this question. And answered it, like I do. However, the answer I initially gave was a simple generic answer. If you want to read my original answer unaltered, simply click on Reddit's embed feature links which Reddit provides for webmasters to be able to post their answers on their websites, while linking back to the original thread on Reddit (if you didn't know Reddit offered and encouraged the use of this feature, look for it in the "share" features underneath every post, comment, and reply on Reddit).

I am answering random questions today about world building, over on Reddit and decided to take my answers from there and expand upon them even further over here. So that's what this page is. Me rambling on about various aspects of world building techniques I use when writing the Quaraun series. The questions I am answering are embedded here. Clicking the link in the embedded question will take you to the original Reddit page where you can see the original answer along with other people's answers. If you wish to comment, you can do so on the Reddit page where a place to do so is provided.

In any case, as with all of my Reddit answers found on my site here, my original post on Reddit is much shorter then the article here.


The unicorn is an asshole and the bad-guy. 
Am I out of my mind for wanting to write this? 
Is there a place for unicorns still in fantasy? 

EelKat On Writing Evil Unicorns

>>I have an idea for writing a story with a unicorn as a major character. I'm interested in taking the whole "girl finds a unicorn" and turning it on it's head. The unicorn is an asshole and possibly the bad-guy, though we don't know it at first. Am I out of my mind for wanting to write this?

You don't know the Quaraun series... I can tell. Started in 1978, now spanning 130 novels, it's celebrates its 40th anniversary this summer. (Image of cover art from the series)

The main character is a Moon Elf wizard.

The villain is a serial killing Unicorn (who I CosPlayed at PortCon last year Photo1Photo2Photo3)

The Unicorn, is also the MC's lover.

The Unicorn also:

  • is a purple Shetland pony with a silver horn, but can take Human form to seduce his victims
  • is drug dealer
  • eats humans, Elves, and everyone else
  • is his happiest when dancing in the entrails of his victims
  • hunts down virgins to rape them and "cure them of that terrible lifestyle"
  • lives in a gingerbread house
  • is King of the Faeries and also Scotland
  • commits suicide to become a Lich, or as he puts it, a Lichicorn
  • his favourite hobby is sadistically torturing Elves to death
  • wears the skulls of his victims as a crown, by skewering them on his horn
  • leads an army of undead Shetland ponies across Scotland, stabbing people to death with their horns along the way
  • is a trickster and delights in playing pranks on everyone, especially if his prank results in the victim dying
  • is responsible for the apocalypse that has wiped out most of the planet, because he's spent the last 3,000 years mass murdering everyone he crosses paths with

And if you want to read about him yourself, here you go, several sample scenes from several novels of the Quaraun series, all of them featuring BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, aka King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, the villain of the Quaraun series...

Quaraun hesitated not knowing what to do. He was not a fighter, he disliked physical confrontations. It as obvious the guards at the door would not let him walk out. And the Phooka behind him, Quaraun didn't know what he felt about it, it aroused him and repulsed him at the same time, he just wanted to get away from it fast.

"Perhaps ya should just fucking order a meal," said the Phooka, not taking his eyes off Quaraun. "How aboot some nice mutton, eh?"

"I am an Elf," Quaraun answered arrogantly. "We do not eat meat."

"Ooooh! Always the snobby ones ain't they?" The Phooka laughed and then flashed a wide grin. "Ya eating meat, twere not what I had in mind. Mutton fat make ya nice and slick. Easy to fuck. More things to do with mutton then eat it."

"No?" Once again, Quaraun was not paying much attention to the Phookas words, his attention elsewheres. He was too busy noticing that the room seemed to much smaller than it had been moments earlier.

"No. We twere thinking more along the lines of a nice bowl of mutton fat to grease that fine white bahookie of yous. We can think of so many things to does with ya that does not involve eating ya. We be alone a wickit long time an there be other things I desiren more than food. Be ya male or female really does no matter to me. I'll take ya either way, though I admit I is rather glad yis a male. We likes that better."

Quaraun turned back to face the dark Faerie, his blue eyes widened by the sudden realization what the Phooka had in mind.

"Indeed," Quaraun said dryly. "I think I shall take my leave of your establishment. Good day."

The Moon Elf walked back to the door intending to push past the guards, but the door suddenly was no longer there, replaced instead by a stone wall. Quaraun turned back toward the Phooka and nearly crashed into the beast as it was now standing inches before him.

“Ya ain't no been listening to me, Elf.”

"Please let me leave," Quaraun said to the Phooka.

"Oh, no. We think not. Ya see we already tried that ya would'na go. And now, I has did changed me mind. It be been ever so long since we've had an Elf to play with." 

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The Phooka reached up between the Elf's thighs and grasped his balls, much harder than he had done before. Quaraun gasped and quickly backed away. The Phooka let go of him, letting him step away.

"Please let me leave, I wish to cause no trouble. I was unaware that my people were unwelcome here. Please, I will go back the way I came, I meant no harm."

The Phooka laughed maniacally. "Ya walk into Faerie territory an ya expect to leave? Hahahahahaha! Yis in my country now, Elf. This is the Forest of No Return. Turn ya brain on, Quaraun, ya know this forest, ya has seen it a'forah. It grew up once in ya village. Does ya no remember? I can take me forest anywheres I desiren to. No one leaves the Realm of Fae. No one leaves me Forest of No Return. Thus the name."

Quaraun moved to step towards the door, hoping it was there and just he couldn't see it, but the instant he did he was grabbed by two more Phookas who had materialized behind him. They held him, while a third shackled his arms and legs. Before he had a chance to realize what was happening, Quaraun found himself chained to a giant pine tree. His back to the tree and arms wrapped behind its girth. The position was terribly uncomfortable and did nothing to help the pain from his wounds. He tried not to cry out. Letting the Phooka know he was injured was the last thing he wanted to do.

The room flickered, then blinked out like a snuffed candle, the forest growing up fast around him. The bar, the tables and the chairs, everything dissolved into bushes and tree stumps. The Dwarves and Gnomes twisted and melted away, as sharp fanged, grinning, black haired, black eyed, dark skinned Phookas took their place. He was so busy being scared of them, that he did not notice the Phooka had dressed him by name.

“See? I gone done drop a house on you head, an ya were just too busy worrying aboot having you luscious ripe mangos squeezed, to hear a word me twere saying. Ya should learn to pay better attention to you surroundens.”

What had once stood as a town, now faded away and became a crumbling fortress, long ago overgrown with vines. An ancient castle, now collapsed and tumbled to ruins. The path by which Quaraun had entered, had also disappeared, replaced by many tall towering pines. The port and the ships whispered into fog as the empty ocean crashed screaming against the rocky shore. The storm was gone too, replaced now by the dense ocean fog that rolled through the vast old growth forest.

“I coulds squeeze ya kiwis agains an it'd be the only thing ya'd notice agains. Ya like it. It all ya think aboot. Ya miss ya BoomFuzzy. Ya miss him a fucking shit load ton, eh?”

“Please let me go.”

"This is me Forest of No Return, ya can'na leave. We simply will'na let ya, it 'tis such rare treat for us to serve Elf on our menu. The Elves just does no make a habit of waltzing in here, ya know? Ya aristocratic ceety Elves is kind of stupid, ya ain't the survival smarts that the feral Wood Elves has. That be why they be so damned hard to catch." 

~From "The Night of The Screaming Unicorn" (Volume 1 of The Quaraun Series)

The shape shifter had a wild grin on his face and a devilish gleam in his sparkling black eyes.

“Ya be Quaraun, evil wee little Moon Elf, murderer of the Di'Jinn.” 

“I have killed no one.”

“Ah. Aye. Ya secret be safe un sound with me. I shall tell not no one person, nay what it be this t'ing ya has done.”

“What do you want?”

“To touch ya. Feel ya. Sink me cock deep inside of ya. Yis a lovely little Elf. Ya be so innocent, yet so evil. Ya yin un yan meld together so fabulously.”

“My what?”

"Yin un yan?"

"I don't understand you, and I don't think I want to."

“Yin un yan. Magic ya knows not of, but ya has. I can feels it. Ya be destined for great things, wee little Jelly Elf.”

The Phooka reached out and touched Quaraun's face.

“Kill him and be done with it,” said a Dark Elf who now road up beside them.

“Back off Gibedon. Never interfere with me work,” the Phooka growled. "Bother me again un I shall eet yas next."

“Gibedon?” Quaraun asked. “The Necromancer?”

“Aye, me apprentice, but the job be open for another iffy ya be wantisng it.”

“You're King Gwallmaiic.”

“Aye. I is.”

“Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. Murderer of millions.”

“Ya knows who I be yet ya be no afeared of me. I likes that. I likes that a lot. Strange Elf ya is. Yis scared of so mony t'ings, yet ya does na run from me. Why is that, eh?”

“Why would I be scared of you? You're nothing but a Faerie.”

"No t'ing but a Faerie. Aye. King the Fae I is. Most feared creature on this planet, un ya has no fear of me. Why ya no fear me?"

~From "BoomFuzzy" (Volume 3 of The Quaraun Series)

That night, Quaraun woke to find himself being dragged from his bedroll. Loud cheers and taunts enveloped him as his clothes were ripped from his body. He fought his attackers but they stripped him naked as they held him face down shoving his face into the snow. Someone forced his legs open and someone else knelt between his thighs. A rough, heavy hand was placed in the small of his back. A surge of wild untamed fear came over him and he fought harder with his assaulters. 

The Elf's scream hung in the air when he was penetrated hard, by who he didn't know. His body went rigid and trembled with the pain and humiliation of his predicament. His rapist made no attempt to go easy on him. There were too many of the king's men holding him down while the king raped him. His asshole was opening up and Quaraun learned to take the Phooka's entire cock until Quaraun could feel the Faerie king's thick balls slapping against his butt cheeks.

After a few minutes of agonizing pain his body started getting used to this new sensation it started to feel good. Really good. And that scared him even more. He didn't want to enjoy what was happening to him. The feeling of pain started to subside and Quaraun focused on how good cock started to feel while it was deep in his ass. After a few moments Quaraun stopped struggling. Having anal sex with a complete stranger wasn't like him at all, in fact, Quaraun had never had sex with anyone at all, male or female, but he simply could not ignore how much he was enjoying this.  

Quaraun tried not to think about the fact that the creature assaulting him was known for raping Elves, moments before killing them and eating their flesh but the thought could not escape him as fear built up in the pit of his stomach. Quaraun knew better then to give in to this, he knew he should fight, he knew he would soon be slaughtered by this gang of violent criminals, but it felt too good to try to stop them. His mind's objection to this horribly risky scenario was being overruled by his body's craving for more cock up his ass. He held his ass high in the air letting the Phooka fuck him. 

Seeing that the Elf had stopped putting up a fight, the Faerie king pushed his men aside, and now no one was holding the Elf down as the Phooka continued to ride him. Quaraun was a total anal slut and the Phooka loved it. Both men cried out in pleasure as they enjoyed the sensations of one another's bodies. Quaraun gripped his hands to the ground and pushed back hard as Gwallmaiic fucked him. Quaraun gritted his teeth and moaned. He had never experienced anything like this before. He hadn't known he could. He knew he didn't like sex with females, but the thought that he could enjoy sex with another male had never crossed his mind. Quaraun could feel his own large balls slapping up against his body as Gwallmaiic drilled himself deeper and harder into his bowels.

With another hard, deep thrust, the Phooka above him came down on all fours. He could feel the creature's warm seed flowing inside him.  As another load of the Phooka's sperm filled his bowels, Quaraun found himself shaking. Quaraun was so close to cumming. His asshole was wrecked from the harsh treatment and leaking cum and his orgasm that was building was turning into a painful blueballs. Quaraun needed to cum so badly, but what the Phooka did next, suddenly brought Quaraun back to his senses as he remembered who was doing this to him and the great danger he was in of being murdered the moment the Phooka finished fucking him.

"Ya likes that pretty t'ing." The Elf Eater whispered in Quaraun's ear, then took hold of the Elf's pointed ear with his teeth, tearing his earrings out and drawing blood. 

Blood gushed from the wound, running down his neck and staining the snow red. The Phooka licked the blood off his neck, then began sucking more blood from the wound.

"Mmm... ya tastes sooo good, pretty Sugar Pie," the Phooka laughed.

Quaraun was shivering.

“Is ya cold or frightened?” 

The Phooka pulled the Elf's cloths back on his trembling body.

This action confused Quaraun, and he became even more confused, when the Phooka once again bit him, this time on the neck, again drawing blood. Terrified that the Elf Eater was about to eat him, Quaraun snapped out of the lustful spell he'd been under and once again began to struggle against his attackers.

“Please let me go,” he cried out 

Quaraun struggled to get up, but the Phooka had a hugging grip on him and pushed him down to the ground..

“Ya wants this.”

"No!" Quaraun answered with a desperate scream.

"Ya knows ya do," the Phooka answered. 

"No! Stop!" Quaraun begged. “Please.”

“I is no gonna hurt ya, Quaraun. I knows that what ya tinking. Ya did'na start to fight me until I drew blood.”

“Let me go,” the frightened Moon Elf wailed. “Please let me go.”

“Shhhhh! Tis alright. Lay back down un I will fuck ya again.”

~From "BoomFuzzy" (Volume 3 of The Quaraun Series)


A few minutes later Quaraun found himself on the other side of the village, on the outskirts of the Frozen Forest, standing in front of a house made of gingerbread. A front path made of chocolate pebbles and trees and bushes made of lollipops and cotton candy.

"It's not real," Quaraun said the BeaLuna.

“What do you mean it's not real?”

“It's not real.”

"No? Looks real. Tastes real too."

"Tastes?"

"Yeah, most everybody in the village has taken a bite out of his house. I did too."

"Why?"

"It's made out of gingerbread."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"It's not it's... it's ghastly... it's horrible... it's made out of..."

"It's gingerbread. It's meant to be eaten. What else do you do with a gingerbread house?"

"Do you see a gingerbread house?"

"Yes, don't you?"

"I... no... It's not..."

Quaraun was very disturbed by what he saw verses what BeaLuna and the rest of the village saw. While the others saw a gingerbread house, Quaraun saw the ruined remains of an ancient castle, long ago destroyed, and built out of bones. Piles of crumbling grey stones, were littered around the edges. All around the house, where BeaLuna and the others saw trees dripping with lollipops, Quaraun saw monstrous dead oak trees, heavy laden with poison apricots, and dripping with blood. The trees were not trees, but Fae beasts with red eyes and sharp fangs. All around the ruins, grew dead roses and bramble vines, thick with thorns, also oozing blood.

The chocolate stones were the heads and skulls of hundreds of dead Elves, their eyes gouged out. Every bit of the house dripped in fresh blood. The bone structure was lashed together with entrails.

A purplish black miasma mist hovered like a dense fog all around the evil place. Quaraun knew immediately that the mist was toxic and had drugged the others. Powerful dark magic was controlling this strange place that had appeared at the edge of their village. He looked back into the village. The mist was wafting low along the streets, drifting into shops and houses. Everyone was infected.

"He's not a candy maker, he's Necromancer," Quaraun muttered under his breath as he reached out to touch one of the bloody apricots. "Apricots don't grow on oak trees... or bleed Elf blood."

Quaraun quickly withdrew his hand from the apricot. It was cold. Colder then cold. The icy void of death wafted from it.

"It's a Lich's frost."

BeaLuna was still yapping happily on about gingerbread and candy. Several young Elflings from the village were gathered around the gingerbread house, breaking pieces off of it and eating it. Quaraun felt sick. He could see the reality behind the illusion. He knew that what they were eaten, was not gingerbread, and he knew that powerful dark magic was entrancing the villagers.

"Faeries," Quaraun whispered to himself.

"What?" BeaLuna asked.

"Faeries."

"Where?"

"Here!" Quaraun pointed to the horrific bloody building, but all BeaLuna saw was gingerbread. Like the others, she too had already eaten a piece of the house and was caught up in the spell.

"It's an illusion. You're all drugged by Fae food."

"You're talking crazy again Quaraun.” 

“Think about it. It's a gingerbread house. It's impossible. You can't build a real house out of gingerbread."

"Quaraun, I hate to disagree with you, but there it is. Big as life. A real live gingerbread house. Here, try some of it?"

"Why are you eating it?"

"Why not?"

"When did it get here?"

"A few weeks ago. It just showed up one night. Kind of just fell out of the sky and landed here. Not long after you arrived actually. In fact, the next day I think."

"And you don't think that's strange? Houses don't fall out of the sky."

"We did at first, but I don't know. It kind of grows on you."

"But it's not real."

"No? Me house is no real, eh? Pray do tell just how me dwelling absolutely no is real," asked a heavily accented Scottish voice behind him. "How does one tell iffy house be real or even no, eh?"

"I'm a wizard," Quaraun said, not looking to see who had spoken. He was too busy staring at the house and trying to determine what type of Faeries could be causing such a strong spell that it had over taken everyone in the village. "I can see through illusions."

"No mony wizards be able to see that which can absolutely no be seen."

"I have the gift of Faerie Sight... that's not a real gingerbread house it's a Faerie glimm..."

"Yis be the Moon Elf's wizard, eh?"

~From "BoomFuzzy" (Volume 3 of The Quaraun Series)


BoomFuzzy walked over to Quaraun and cocked his head upside down to look Quaraun in the eye properly.

"Ya do get yaself in an awful lot of trouble don't ya?. And ya keep ending up in trees."

Quaraun said nothing. He hurt too much to talk and was dizzy from hanging upside down with the blood rushing to his head. But he remained emotionless. Not crying. Not screaming. Just seething with anger and hatred for every last Moon Elf and thinking how much he really just wanted every Moon Elf to drop dead.

BoomFuzzy strolled back over to the gang of Elves.

"Tell me, this Phooka, how ya all plan to catch it?"

"With Quaraun."

"Aye. Ya using Quaraun for bait, but when the Phooka comes to take ya bait, what ya do to catch the beast?"

"Well, we'll wait for it to come out and then when it goes after Quaraun, we'll all be here to grab it."

"Ah. Just grab it, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Ya t’inks ya do that, eh?"

"Sure."

"Does ya even know what a Phooka looks like?"

"Uhm...no. Do you?" The Elf asked his friends.

The Elves all looked at each other, shaking their heads.

"So, none of yas has ever seen a Phooka. None of yas knows what to watch for and ya don't have a plan for how yis goona catch it when it gets here. Interesting."

"How hard could it be to catch?"

"Ya do know Phookas is shape shifter

"Yeah, so?"

"What makes ya t’inks twall go after Quaraun and not ya fellas?"

"Quaraun's half dead. Look at how much blood there is on the ground. No clue what's keeping him alive, any other Elf would have died by now. He just keep lingering on no matter what anyone does to him."

"I has noticed that aboot him. One would almost t’inks he has no need for the blood in hims veins. Like a lil baby Thullid slug, curled up safely in an empty snail's shell of a skull, growing it's tentacles and waiting to hatch, he doesn't seem to have much need for hims body to function otherwise. Just needs to keep that skull intact."

"What are you talking about?"

"It be hard to kill a Thullid ya know. They is kind of invincible. Even iffy ya kill the host body, they'll just crawl out of the skull and latch on to the next nearest skull they can find, squeeze up in through ya nostril or ear, or drill a hole in ya head, suck out ya brain and build themselves a nice new lil nest inside ya head."

"Who's talking about Thullids? We was talking about Phookas."

"No. Ya was talking aboot how Quaraun ain't dying up there even though ya gutted him like pig and hung hims upside down in a tree, and is laughing while ya watch every last drop of blood drain from hims body."

"We should hang him up in a tree too," one Elf said to another. "That's Quaraun's lover, ya know. The old candy maker, there."

"I is and I does no like what ya done to me Elf."

"Yeah, well, you get out of the way and go back to pulling your taffy, Old Man. We got a Phooka to catch."

"Ya frigging stupid Elves. Ya really t’inks ya can catch a Phooka?"

"There's five of us and only one of it and we..."

"It?"

"What?"

"Ya called me an it."

"Hey you ain't one of them Faerie lovers are you? There petitioning for Faerie rights'?"

"Oh no. Why would I do that?"

BoomFuzzy stared at Quaraun again, then turned back to the men.

"Here's a question. Does any of yas know what a Phooka looks like?"

The Elves all looked at each other.

"Never seen one before have you?."

"How ya plan to know one when ya sees it, if ya do'na know what it looks like?"

"Oh we'll know it."

"Really? Ya t’inks? They is shape shifters. Can be anything or anyone. That tree ya hung Quaraun in, it could be a Phooka waiting to pounce. Or any one of ya could be a Phooka, biding his time waiting for the others to fall asleep and kills ya all."

The men started exchanging worried glances.

"Oh I could be a Phooka."

They all looked at BoomFuzzy.

"I could be the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself, standing here talking to ya, getting ye guard down, waiting to pull a machete out of me robes and cut all ya heads off in a single swipe."

The Elves were all staring wide eyed at BoomFuzzy now. BoomFuzzy burst at laughing. And the Elves getting the joke all relaxed and laughed with him, but BoomFuzzy suddenly stopped laughing and stood looking very grave as they continued to laugh. While they continued laughing and began joking at the idea that the old man might be a Phooka. BoomFuzzy pulled a machete out of his robes while the Elves laughed.

"Of course, it could be that I wasn't joking, and I really am the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself, snuck into ya village disguised as an Elf, and I do'na likes what ya all dids to me lover Quaraun."

The Elves stopped laughing and turned back to BoomFuzzy, just in time to see him transform out of his Moon Elf glimmer and into his blacked eyed, black haired, sharp fanged, gazelle horned, long taloned real form. The nearest one lunged to grab the Phooka but BoomFuzzy was faster and the guard's head went rolling across the ground.

"Ya gonna have to be faster then that boy. If you want to catch a Phooka. Keep that up and ya all lose ya heads."

The other four Elves turned and ran, but none of them made it more then a few feet before all of them were also headless.

"Tsk. Tsk. Silly Elves, t’inks they can out smart the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley."

The Phooka put the machete away and strolled back over to Quaraun.

"Ya look a frightful mess, ya do. Me poor lil Elf, what dids they do to ya? They gone and cut ya up."

The Phooka's gaze went to the Elf's mutilated groin.

"Ya poor thing. That could no have felt very nice. Let me see if I can get ya down outa this here tree without dropping ya on ya head this time."

~From "BoomFuzzy" (Volume 3 of The Quaraun Series)

"Listen to you two," BeaLuna interrupted. "You're both insane, and you both think it's the greatest thing ever happen to you."

"Ooooh! We do! Does we no?" Unicorn squealed, before galloping off ahead again. The silver horned horse galloped circles around the rest of the group, before trotting along beside them again. "Just t’ink. I could be fire breat’ing vampire unicorn. Twould mean I would needs to be drinking horse blood? Ooh! I could turn horses into vampires un create me entire vampi-horse army. I loves it! Hahaha!"

"Fire breathing?" BeaLuna asked, but she didn't get an answer.

"Oooh! I smell Humans!" The Phooka turned into a small shaggy black pony, with a broken leg and suddenly went prancing off, half limping down the hill and off the path.

"Now where's he going?" BeaLuna asked.

"He said he smelt Humans," Bullgaar answered. "Must be a Human village down that way.

"Why would he run towards it?"

"He is a Phooka," Quaraun pointed out.

"Yeah? So?" BeaLuna thought about it for a moment. "Oh. OH! He isn't going to eat them is he?"

"Probably."

"Quaraun! You can't let him run off and eat Humans!"

"Why not?"

"Because you are supposed to be a hero. You protect people from evil. Help the helpless, yadda, yadda, yadda and he's evil. You're supposed to protect people from him."

"I am bored with helping people BeaLuna. I'm tired of worrying about others. I just want to live my own life now."

"Quaraun!"

"I never wanted this life. I didn't ask for this. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with BoomFuzzy."

"Quaraun. BoomFuzzy's dead. You gotta get over it. Move on. He'd want you to live your life..."

BeaLuna's lecture was interrupted by the sounds of people screaming and clouds of black smoke billowing up through the trees. This action was quickly followed by the sky being blotted out with black clouds and lightning bolts striking the ground all around them.

"What the hell?"

BeaLuna ran off in the direction of the screams. Bullgaar followed her. Quaraun stood on the path watching them for a moment before trudging along behind them. He hated going off the path. Going off the path meant walking in soft muddy soil and clambering through brushes. It meant getting his skirts wet, torn or muddy. It meant soiling his shoes. It meant his hair getting tangled with brambles, and thorns stuck in his feather boa. It annoyed him, but he didn't want to end up separated from his travelling companions. No matter how much he complained of not wanting them with him, he was grateful for their company. At least now he had more then an enchanted map to talk to.

At the foot of the hill, in a small glade, sat a cluster of tiny buildings. A Human settlement of about ten families. Men, women, and children lay scattered around on the ground around the buildings. They were all dead. Limbs scattered about. Entrails hanging from the branches of trees. Some were on fire. Others charred to a blackened crisp. Lightening had struck every one of the buildings, which were all now engulfed in flames. A large black unicorn sat in the middle of the carnage, sitting on his haunches like a dog, eating the leg of one Human. Several severed Human heads were skewered like a shishkabob on his silver horn.

"Quaraun! Look at what he's doing!" BeaLuna screamed.

"The Elf can't hear you," Bullgaar said.

"What? Why?" BeaLuna turned back to see that Quaraun had fainted. "Damn it, Quaraun, get up! Some Necromancer you make, fainting at the sight of blood!"

"Don't think he can hear you. He's a fainter that one."

BeaLuna stomped down the hill, leaving Bullgaar with Quaraun, marched up to the Phooka and began screaming at him. "What in the Hell do you think you're doing?"

"Eating," answered the blood spattered horse. The horse handed her a Human hand. "Want one?"

"No! I don't want one! You can't do stuff like this!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's evil!"

I is evil. What ya expect?”

You can’t do this!”

"But I is hungry."

"They're Humans!"

"Aye. I knows it. Humans is on me list of t’ings to eat. Dey taste almost as good as Elves does."

"You gotta stop doing these things!"

"Why?"

"Because it's wrong! Don't you understand that?"

"I is Phooka. Dis what we do."

"Elf's awake," Bullgaar called to the Gnome.

"Quaraun! He's eating people!"

"Yes. I had noticed. I was trying not to."

"Quaraun!"

"They're already dead. He might as well eat them."

"Quaraun!"

"BeaLuna, I don't want to argue about it. Unicorn, we're gonna set up camp, back alongside the road, come join us when you're done."

Quaraun turned and headed back up the hill.

"Okay," Unicorn called out.

"Quaraun, you get back here!" BeaLuna ran after him, screaming all the way. "He killed those people, you can't just let him get away with that. Quaraun are you listening to me?"

No. I’m not.”

You’re not listening to me?”

Nope.”

QUARAUN!”

I can’t hear you.”

YES YOU CAN! YOU ANSWERED ME!”

~From "The Journey Begins" (Volume 4 of The Quaraun Series)

"What is that god forsaken noise," Quaraun moaned.

The Elf was slumped face down over the table. Unicorn wasn't sure if Quaraun was drunk, tired, sick, or all of the above.

"It a wee lil Halfling," Unicorn answered. "Him signing himself up a storm."

"Make him shut up."

Unicorn slid out of his seat and went to the Halfling's table. The tiny little humanoid was dancing gleefully, in between singing and reciting poetry.

"Me Elf be wanting ya to shut ya wee lil trap," the old undead Phooka said to the Halfling.

A few moments later, Unicorn returned to Quaraun's table and once again sat down beside the Elf. Quaraun was still slumped over the table and had not yet looked up.

"I can still hear him," Quaraun muttered through his hair.

"Aye. Him say ya was nothing but a no good son of bitch arrogant High Elf. Him told me to tell ya to fuck yaself."

"I won't have to, I'm sure you'll do that later."

"Of course I will."

"I have a headache."

"Dat mean I can no fuck ya?"

"It means I want that fucking piece of shit to shut up. I didn't come here to listen to poetry. If had wanted to hear poetry recited I would have come to a theatre. I'm trying to rest."

"On de table?"

"Leave me alone. I'm tired."

"We could rent a room."

"I don't want to rent a room. I'm fine, right here."

"I could fuck ya better in a room. More privacy."

"I don't need a room. I need a nap."

"I could fuck ya here at de table."

"You do and I'll ram my wand up your ass."

"Yeah. I know dat suppose to be threat, but I probably would like dat. So dat not incentive for me to no fuck ya on table."

"I just want that singing wretch to shut his fucking mouth."

"Dat be a long poem him singing. Will take him an hour to get t'rough it."

"Make him shut up."

"How ya propose I do dat?"

"I don't know. Think of something. You're a Trickster Faerie. You always think of something. You pride yourself on being the most annoying damned Fae on the planet. Do one of those things that you do. Just make him stop singing."

Unicorn got up and once again returned to the Halfling's table. This time he stood and silently watched the tiny creature as it merrily skipped and danced on the table, in the beat to it's sing-song poetry recital. Unicorn walked slowly around the table watching the little creature's every move, listening to the song, picking up on the cues of his movements.

After a minute or so, Unicorn stopped moving and stood, silently, watching and waiting for just the right moment, and when that moment came, he swiftly pulled his machete from his hakama and lopped off the Halfling's head. There was a brief shrill gurgle shriek as the last stanza of the poem was cut to an abrupt halt.

At the sound of the Halfling's dying breath, Quaraun looked up for the first time. He sat staring and blinking, uncertain if Unicorn had actually just done, what he thought Unicorn had just did.

Unicorn pranced back to Quaraun's table and plopped the Halfling's severed head in the middle of Quaraun's plate.

"Dair. Him no more sing," Unicorn said cheerfully, proudly beaming over his work.

"That's not what I asked you to do."

"Ya tolds me to make him shut up un I did."

"You cut off his frigging head!"

"Aye. Un now ya can add it to ya head collection."

"I don't have a... oh." Quaraun reached into his bag and pulled out Gibedon's head. "I forgot about that. Why does everybody keep losing their head around me?"

BeLuna entered the tavern just then, back from her errands and was about to start one of her usual conversations with Quaraun when she saw the Halfling's head.

"Quaraun, why do you have a head in your plate?"

"Why do you say that so calmly, like this is normal every day thing to happen to me?"

"Well, uhm... you know... it kind of is."

Before Quaraun had a chance to answer, Bullgar joined the trio.

"Quaraun!" The giant Dwarf boomed. "There's a head in your plate!" 

"I hate my life."

"Who killed him?" BeaLuna asked. "You or the Phooka?"

"Him tolds me to," Unicorn answered.

"I did not!  I told you to make him shut up. I most certainly did not tell you to cut his head off."

"What else ya expect me to do?"

~From "The Journey Begins" (Volume 4 of The Quaraun Series)

Quaraun had fallen asleep at the table, while the others continued talking. Unicorn in his hyperactive tricksterness, however was unable to continue to follow their conversation once he realized Quaraun had not only fallen asleep but also fell face first into a plate of Raspberry Cake. So many wicked thoughts flashed through the Trickster's deviant mind and he immediately set out to work.

BeaLuna looked over at what the Faerie was doing to the Elf.

"He's gonna kill you," she said.

"I knows," Unicorn laughed.

~o0o~

"What have done to me!" Quaraun was screaming an hour later when he work up, and found himself decorated with frosting.

"I decorated me Elf," Unicorn chirped happily.

"I can see that," the angry Moon Elf snarled at the Faerie. Then screamed at the others. "Why can't you stop him when you see him doing something like this to me!"

"Wow." BeaLuna stared at Quaraun. He was completely covered in frosting, iced like a cake, and then farther decorated with hundreds of tiny pink icing roses. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh, I'm sure you weren't. You probably helped him."

"Hey, don't yell at me. It wasn't my idea to let a Trickster Faerie be travelling along with us and besides, you're the one that got drunk and fell asleep in a cake and gave him the idea. You're the one always saying he used to be the world's greatest gingerbread chef or something or'ruther, back when he was alive. Hell the guy used to live in a damned gingerbread house. I remember him spending weeks out there with an icing bag decorating the damned thing. Damn it Quaraun, you look like a gingerbread man."

BeaLuna couldn't keep herself from laughing.

"It's NOT funny," Quaraun growled.

"Yes, actually. It kind of is. I mean you always look ridiculous, but you REALLY look ridiculous right now."

"Gives me reason to lick ya," Unicorn said, as he licked frosting off the Elf's hand.

"Will you stop it?" Quaraun slapped the Faerie who immediately slapped the Elf back.

"No, I is hyper and bored and ya knows how much I loves decorating gingerbread."

"I am not made out of gingerbread!"

Unicorn left the table and went out back to the kitchen. The tavern's workers ran screaming after him.

A waitress laughed as she walked by the table and saw the Elf with more icing on him then a cake should have.

"Can you do something useful and get me a towel?" Quaraun snapped at the giggling waitress.

Quaraun was scooping ivory buttercream out of his hair, when Unicorn returned and stood on a chair behind the Elf.

"Now what are you doing to me?"

"Sprinkling candy sprinkles on me glittering Elf cake."

"I am not a cake!"

"Ya looks like a cake. And ya smells like a cake and it makes me horny."

"EVERYTHING makes you horny! You never calm down!"

"I is undead. I can no help it, eh?"

"You were like that when you were alive, what was your excuse then? And could help it if you wanted too."

Unicorn just laughed and continued dumping tiny rainbow coloured candy sprinkles on the pink Necromancer's head.

"I said stop it!" Quaraun spun around and shoved the Phooka off his chair.

Unicorn lay on the floor laughing.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Quaraun was now screaming at the top of his lungs as his stood up out of his chair, flinging frosting off himself. Everyone in the tavern stopped what they were doing to watch the Elf have a temper tantrum.

"LOOK AT MY HAIR!" The Elf shrieked.

Quaraun ran around the room looking for a mirror as he continued screaming.

"IT'S GONNA TAKE ME A WEEK TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HAIR! UNICORN! WHY DID YOU DO THIS? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"You really should know better then to touch his hair," BeaLuna said to the Faerie, who was still laying on the floor laughing as he watched the Elf have a conscription. “You know what he's like.”

"Oh, on the contrary, it be because he fuss over hims hair so much that why it so perfect a thing to do. Beside, him gonna want a bath, and after him stop screaming, he let me give him one. Him not gonna want to wash the frosting out of hims hair, him gonna want someone else to do it for his royal highness. And him be too arrogant to undress himself. I hae to do that too."

"You did that to him just to get him naked?"

"Aye."

"Unicorn, he's running around the tavern screaming himself into hysterics."

"Aye."

"And you're masturbating while you watch him do it."

"Aye."

"I'm gonna agree with Quaraun and say what is wrong with you?"

"Him got a lovely pair of ripe apricots swinging between hims legs and ya can'na say ya hae'na noticed those. Ya lust after him pretty pink balls as much as I do."

"You're perverted."

"I know, but I the one him chooses to bed with at the end of the day. Not ya."

Quaraun was stranding in front of a mirror on the other side of the room, dripping globs of frosting on the floor, shaking his fists and screaming at no one in particular.

There's cake in my earrings!”

Followed seconds later by:

There's cake in my nose rings!”

UNICORN! There's cake in my nose!”

Look at my hair! It takes me three hours to brush my hair on a good day and it's full of cake!”

Look at my dress! It's ruined! My dress is ruined!”

This is Thullid silk. Do you know how much Thullid silk costs?”

~From "The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain" (Volume 5 of The Quaraun Series)

Quaraun cried out in pain as the Phooka's long razor sharp talons dug deep into his chest, tearing at the flesh and clipping his rib bones. This sudden violence from his lover was unexpected and terrified that Elf as he knew the beast was no longer playing and was truely and dangerously angry.

"Unicorn, you're hurting me," Quaraun wailed. "Please stop. Please."

Quaraun began to struggle desperately against the Phooka, trying to break free of it's grasp, but Quaraun was smaller and weaker than the average Elf and Unicorn had the strength of ten strong and healthy Elves. A sudden panic that the monster was about to kill him, filled the frightened Elf's terrified mind, as he felt the creature's many rows of piranha like fangs sinking into his throat tearing away the flesh, causing the Elf's blood to bleed out profusely.

~From "The Vulgar Alchemist Inn" (Volume 7 of The Quaraun Series)

Unicorn slid his hands across Quaraun's chest. The Elf yelped as the Faerie's fingers brushed over his sore, bruised nipples. 

"Lean forward," Unicorn commanded, as he pressed his hand onto Quaraun's spine and pushed him face down onto the bed. "Don't move. Stay there."

Quaraun braced himself for the Phooka to mount him, but instead Unicorn got off the bed. 

"Don't move," he commanded again.

Quaraun did as he was told, he didn't dare not to, not because Unicorn had commanded it, but rather because he knew if he tried to get up right now, he'd pass out. He'd lost far too much blood. Moments later he felt Unicorn get back onto the bed and move up close behind him. Quaraun's muscles clenched as he felt the Phooka's cold hard dick press against his butt cheeks.

"Sit back up."

"Please. Let me go," Quaraun began crying. He felt the Faerie's hand slide up his back and around to his belly, firmly gripping him, and forcing him to sit upright, pressing his back hard against the Faerie's strong muscular chest.

"Don't be frightened of me, Quaraun. I won't hurt ya. Try to relax." With his other hand Unicorn began to fondle Quaraun's erect cock. Droplets of the Elf's pre-cum began to moisten the Phooka's hand. "There now, ya see it's not that bad. Yis enjoying it already."

As he spoke, the Faerie let go of Quaraun, and began to pile several pillows up in front of the Elf.

"Lean forward again," he said quietly, as he pushed Quaraun down over the pillows. 

Unicorn grabbed Quaraun's by the waist and slammed him face down onto the bed, as the Phooka began rubbing his hard erect dick on the Elf's bare ass. Quaraun braced his hands on the edge of the bed as Unicorn began to fuck his tight ass. Quaraun gasped and tried not to scream as the Vampire Faerie shoved his hard cock up into Quaraun's tiny ass. Unicorn continued fucking him, moving faster, harder, and impaling his cock deeper into the Elf's ass. Quaraun could hear the Phooka's moans of joy, as his juices flowed into Quaraun as though he were a woman. Quaraun howled like a wild animal. His own cum squirted onto the bed as he squealed to the pounding he was receiving. 

Quaraun loved most of all the feel of his balls slapping against Unicorn's with each thrust. As he entered Quaraun again, the Vampire grasped the Elf's butt cheeks, pulling him up off the bed. The two men lay beside each other on the floor, both breathing heavily. The Faerie started laughing hysterically.

Quaraun tried to focus on the Vampire's words, but he was focused more on the strong familiar aroma of the Vampire's cum and the gentle sensation of the Vampire's balls slapping up against his own. 

~From "Into The Swamp of Death" (Volume 8 of The Quaraun Series)


 Feeling Quaraun's growing desire made it difficult for GhoulSpawn to resist. Quaraun involuntarily mewed. A tiny expression of happiness.

In stark contrast to Unicorn's harsh forcefulness, GhoulSpawn was gentle and loving.

"Yi fucking pink penguins!"

GhoulSpawn immediately let go of Quaraun at the sound of Unicorn's voice.

"Ya got an explanation for this?" Unicorn asked as he stared angrily down at the two Elves.

"We fell down the stairs," Quaraun said simply, pushing GhoulSpawn off of him and acting as though nothing had been going on between them.

"Un ya forgot to get back up, I see. Of course de stairs is over dair."

"Well, you can help me up now." 

Quaraun stretched out his hand and waited for Unicorn to help him to his feet. And completely ignored the fact that he and GhoulSpawn were no longer anywhere near the stairs they had originally tumbled down. Unicorn was glaring at GhoulSpawn, who was sitting beside Quaraun trembling in fear and looking as though he was about to piss his pants. Quaraun snapped his fingers to get Unicorn's attention. The Phooka turned to Quaraun.

"Help me up," Quaraun commanded.

Unicorn grabbed the Elf's wrist and jerked him up violently, then slammed him very hard back into the wall, holding him up off the ground. Quaraun squealed in pain as his back made contact with the wood. Fear filled his eyes. He had not expected Unicorn's violent reaction.

"Unicorn, please," Quaraun begged. "Nothing happened."

"Ya has strange definition of nothingness."

"Unicorn..."

"No. I saw everything." The Phooka leaned in, gripping one hand tightly around the Elf's throat, pressing his lips to the Elf's ear and whispered. "I saw more then ya t'ink. I saw ya fall. I saw ya get back up. I saw ya seduce de half-Elf un pull him down on top of ya. I saw him try to get away un ya not let him. Nothing happened only because ya did nae have time before I stopped it. We is soul bound. Did ya forget that? I know every t'ing that happens to ya body. I feel what ya feel. I know when ya horny. Und ya been waiting to get alone with him ever since ya first saw him. Ya t'ink I did nae know that?"

"I wasn't..."

"Ya was. I does nay like being cheated on. Ya knows dat. Ya knows what happened to de Elves before ya."

"You ate them. It's why they call you the Elf Eater."

"No one cheats on me," the angry Faerie snarled as he tightened his grip on Quaraun's throat.

"Unicorn please..."

"How far would ya have gone if had I nae stopped ya?"

"I'm sorry..."

"No ya not." 

The Elf Eater squeezed his hand, cutting off Quaraun's ability to speak, choking the poor frightened Elf who was only now beginning to realize how truly angry Unicorn was.

"Ya just saying that cause ya no want me to rip ya throat out. Ya get alone with him again and ya'll whore yarself out to his all over again. Just like the trashy little slut ya are."

Unicorn tightened his grip more, blood trickled through his fingers as his razor sharp claws sliced through the Elf's flesh like butter. Quaraun's feet were no longer touching the ground. Terror filled him as his chest tightened from lack of air.

Franticly Quaraun clawed at Unicorn's arm trying to release the fingers that were strangling him. The Lich Lord's eyes glowed blue as his illusionary flesh stripped away, replaced by the boney blue crystal skeleton that was his true form. Though a Necromancer able to control the dead, Quaraun had been taken by surprise by Unicorn's reaction and not been prepared to fight back.

The Lich continued to tighten it's death grip on the wizard's throat until he felt Quaraun's body begin the seize. Only then did Gwallmaiic let go, knowing that if he did not, the Elf would die. Quaraun fell to the floor, sprawling on the ground, choking, wheezing, and gasping as his chest heaved to his lungs' desperate attempt to suck in air.

The Lich turned to GhoulSpawn who was frozen in terror. The eyeless sockets of the glowing skull glared at him. He had never seen the Lich's true form before.

~From "The Summoner of Darkness" (Volume 11 of The Quaraun Series)

When the two armies met, a bloody battle broke out between them and Quaraun, did what he does best: he ran and hid.

When the battle was over, the enemy retreated, but with heavy losses on their side and Quaraun now seen to be utterly useless, the soldiers turned on him.

“You damned nigger loving bastard,” the officer screamed as he punched Quaraun in the face, knocking him to the ground. “I ought to shoot you.”

“Gets away from me Elf,” Unicorn roared as he lunged at the soldier, pushing him to the ground, hitting him furiously over and over again. “Free yairself from me Elf, ya no touch him!”

“No!” Quaraun screamed. “Unicorn don't!”

But the Phooka wasn't listening, he was just pummelling the soldier over and over and over in a blind raging fury, smashing his head to a pulp with his bare hands.

One thing Humans often misjudged about the tiny Faerie, was his incredible strength. Phookas were well muscled flesh eating predators, built for killing. In their true form they had viscous flesh ripping fangs and horrific razor sharp claws. Monsters in the truest sense of the word, a Phooka was a formidable man eating beast. That these Trickster Faeries took on the outer appearance of Human form, was only to trick Humans into getting their guard down, so they could get close enough the kill them and eat them.

Another thing about Phookas were their fierce protection of their mates. A Phooka could be induced into a wild, murderous blood frenzy over nothing more then someone giving their mate a look they didn't like. Unicorn thought of Quaraun as his mate and was very defensive and protective of the frail little Elf, so when he saw the soldier punch the Quaraun, Unicorn simply lost it and let every once of raging fury he had in him, out on the Human.

Quaraun scurried back to his feet, and scrambled to pull Unicorn off the solder.

“Unicorn! Stop! Please! Stop!”

Quaraun pulled Unicorn away, as other soldiers were gathering around them. Quaraun stumbled, fallen backwards, Unicorn falling on top of him. The two lay staring up at the dozens of guns now pointing down at them. Other soldiers were gathered around the fallen officer. The soldier's blood dripped from Unicorn's hand. Fragments of his skull and brain were spattered on Unicorn's face. Quaraun didn't have to see the Human or hear what the men were saying to know that the officer was dead and they were now in a lot of trouble.

“You shouldn't have done that,” Quaraun whispered to Unicorn.

“Him was doing harm to ya. Yes?”

“I can take it, Unicorn.”

“No ya can'na. Ya is weak lil wimp.”

“No, you're right. I can't, but you didn't have to kill him.”

“I Phooka. I kill fucking bastard Humans. It what I do.”

“Unicorn, please...”

“I can kill all o them ones der in heartbeat un I shoulds. They is fucking bastards every which one of thems.”

"They are white, Christian Americans."

"Un that all the more reason dair is ta kill t'em. The whiter they are, the more Christian they are, the more American they are, the more they kill every last being is not them. They are the scum of the Earth, a plague upon everything that is decent. The vile white beast does nah deserve to live."

"The whiter they are, the less compassion they have towards life. That is the white Man's way. They are barely sentient beings at all. You know that.  We've been in this time period before, you know what the white Humans are like. Killing them only makes them more violent then they already are."

"Da more reason dair be ta kill them. Do the world a favour un get t'eir white asses off de planet, while dair still be somet'ing none white left to save."

"Their Christians, Unicorn. They march with the flag of the non-White God they murdered. The cross they killed him on, on every flag. The more Christian they, the more likely they are to kill us for not being white or Human. Murder is all the Christians know how to do, it's what their God teaches them. They eat the flesh of their God and drink his blood. Do you have any idea how barbaric Christians are?" 

"Killing dem stops dem afores dey kill again."

"I abhor killing."

"Even killing monstrous beasts like these white Christian Americans?"

“Unicorn please....”

“Why ya no let me eradicates them?”

“They brought us into the future. We can't do anything to change history. We need to get back to our own time without doing anything to disrupt the future.”

“This no be good future. I believe we kill them all, we make future lot much more better place. Ya want save life? How many persons they gonna eliminate if we no put an end to thems war, eh?”

The soldiers dragged Quaraun and Unicorn back to the Colonel’s tent. Quaraun did not resist and remained quiet, but Unicorn yelled and screamed and threatened the soldiers all the way there. The fact that Unicorn's black, whiteless, irisless eyes had turned a white blue and were starting to glow, was lost on the angry Humans, but not on Quaraun, who was dreading the level of anger Unicorn was being driven to.

Every once in a while, Unicorn would get lose and take a swing at one of the soldiers and this would result in several of them holding him down while others kicked him and beat him, resulting in Quaraun screaming and pleading with Unicorn, begging him to be quiet and stop resisting. The trip back to camp should only have taken an hour, but because of Unicorn's fighting them the whole way, it was several hours, before they finally reached camp.

The men quickly explained to the Colonel the events that had befallen them.

The Colonel shoved Unicorn towards the two soldiers standing by his desk.

“Keep that damned slave seated and quiet,” the officer ordered his men. “Shoot him if you have to. That black bastard has a mouth like the blazing pits of Hell on him. I hate niggers.”

The soldiers pushed Unicorn into a chair and stood on either side of him watching him suspiciously as though they expected him to run out and kill every white man among them.

“Damned nigger lover,” the officer sputtered to himself as he turned back to Quaraun. “I should have known you was useless, minute I found out you considered that black bastard a friend instead of your slave. Who's side of this war are you on?”

“I'm not on any side. I don't even know what this war is about. This is not my time period. You brought me here. I'm not from here.”

“Damn Hell you aren't. You haven't got a clue how to keep your slave in line.”

“He's not a slave.”

“He's blacker then tar, that makes him a slave.”

“Ya fucking Human bastards, all ya ever do is enslave every thing ya get ya filthy hands on.”

“Listen to the mouth on that black bastard.”

“Fucking piece of shit white Human bastards do no like the mouth of me fucking black ass. Fuck fucking fucked fucker fucking fuckups fuck fucking fucked fucking fuckup fucking fucker's fucking fuckup,” Unicorn began muttering to himself.

“I don't believe in keeping slaves.”

“Nigger lover. Should have known.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What should we call you, eh? You're roaming around the battlefield with a black devil following you and you say he's not your slave.”

“Iffy ya'd let me speak, perhaps it could be, I could clarify that,” Unicorn said.

The commander punched Unicorn in the face. Quaraun jumped away, terrified, but Unicorn just sat there, glaring at the officer.

“Ya fucking bastard, ya'll pay for that,” Unicorn said, licking the blood from his split lip.

The soldier hit him again.

“I told you I didn't want to hear a word out of your filthy black heathen mouth.”

“I is no heathen, I is Phooka.”

“I said shut up.” The Colonel hit him again.

~From "GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover" (Volume 22 of The Quaraun Series)

Quaraun woke up to the sounds of a scuffle. He sat up, blinking and looking around, trying to remember where he was and wondering who was fighting. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright mid morning sun, before he realized GhoulSpawn and Unicorn were fighting. Or rather Unicorn was beating up GhoulSpawn.

GhoulSpawn was on the ground, trying to shield his face from the blows, with his arms as Unicorn sat on top of the half-Elf punching him over and over again. Quaraun didn't know what to do. Unicorn was had many times his strength. Even he and GhoulSpawn together did not have half the strength of the undead Phooka.

Quaraun looked around wondering if there was anything he could use to help the half-Elf, but his attention was brought back to the fight when he heard GhoulSpawn's gurgled, choking screams. Unicorn now had his hands clenched tight on the Sun Elf's throat, strangling him. The poor half-Elf was struggling desperately against the undead beast. Quaraun knew he had to do something to break them up before Unicorn killed GhoulSpawn.

"No! Please!" Quaraun cried as he scrambled to his feet and ran to Unicorn, grabbing hold of his shoulders and trying to pulling him off GhoulSpawn. "Please don't hurt him. Stop. Please stop. Please!"

Unicorn let go of GhoulSpawn, briefly. Long enough to swing around and punch Quaraun, knocking the Moon Elf to the ground.

 GhoulSpawn was gasping and chocking, trying to breath, too dizzy to get away, before Unicorn pounced on him again, this time biting the half-Elf, sinking his fangs deep into GhoulSpawn's throat drawing blood.

"No!" Quaraun screamed. "Don't! Please don't!"

Quaraun knew the Vampire Lich would tear the half-Elf apart in seconds, if he didn't do something to stop the enraged undead creature. Quaraun's mind was reeling as he tried to think of what to do, how to stop the angry Phooka was eating his friend.

~From "GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover" (Volume 22 of The Quaraun Series)







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