This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322 ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @ https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322 ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
Quaraun The Insane: Volume 3 (usually - I keep renumbering these) BoomFuzzy
Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole (Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)
Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole (Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)
Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole (Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)
"Look at dat lack of a sunrise!" BoomFuzzy exclaimed as he looked out the window.
"What are you so cheerful about?" BeaLuna asked.
"I spent de night cumming on me favourite Elf."
"I didn't want to know that."
"Ya dragon sack of twinkies dragging me kiwis across yar face!"
"Why do you talk like that?"
"We should be two hours into daylight un it is as black as midnight out dere. I loves me blizzards!"
"You love blizzards? Are you crazy?"
"Aye, I is, I fucking out ta me gourd, but dat beside de point. I ai'na doing dis one. Dat be real snow un ya really trapped wid me now. Dis really be me favourite weader - I do'na live where I live for nay liking snow, ya knows! Haha! I used to live wid Christmas Elves."
BeaLuna turned to Quaraun and said: "He's crazy."
"He's absolutely off his rocker."
"That's why I like him, BeaLuna."
BoomFuzzy ran for the front door, opened it and stood staring up at the sky.
"It be right on top of us," cried BoomFuzzy as he watched the snowflakes blowing outside. "We be stuck in here for de duration, now. Listen to de trees! I wish I could see it. Not crazy enough to step out into de forest un look - de winds."
BoomFuzzy closed the door.
"I should nay has opened door, now I be fucking freezin' cold."
"Yes," agreed BeaLuna. "And of course - living in an gingerbread house, on the bottom of a mountain, in a storm like this - you really got hope these winds don't lift the whole "house" off the ground. In case you hadn't noticed, the walls are shaking like there's a mob out there tearing your candy frosting off. Is it safe to be in this thing during a storm like this?"
"Well, no turning back now," said BoomFuzzy as he turned back to the room. "Ya try to leave to get to some ot'er shelter, ya will freeze to death before ya get a foot away from de front door. Like it or no, we is stuck in here for de duration, now."
"I can't believe I'm trapped in freaking gingerbread house, with two crazy Elves, during the biggest blizzard to hit us in 50 years."
"Well, at least ya will nay starve to death. Plenty of house to eet."
"You're crazy, BoomFuzzy. Who lives in an edible house?"
"I does. Un I fucking loves it."
"And what kind of a name is BoomFuzzy? Who names their kid BoomFuzzy?"
"Nobody. Tis nay me real name. I made it up."
"What is your real name?"
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"What kind of a name is that?"
"Tis an aristocratic name o de Phookas. I used to be one o dem fancy pants aristocrats. I used to be a king. King Gwallmaiic. And I got sick o royalty un snootiness un keeping up appearances un doing de right t'ing for de wrong reasons un one day I says hell wid all of it, abandoned de t'rone, left me people widout a ruler, changed me name to BoomFuzzy, became a candy maker, un found me a lonely lil Elf who be desperate to be fucked. I be much happier now."
"Are you pulling my leg?"
"No! God! Tits! Suck a cock dick damn it! Dat be de truth."
"So you're telling me that you are a king?"
"Aye. It were frustrating as tits."
BeaLuna turned to Quaraun: "And you fuck him?"
"I'm a wizard of the Di'Jinn order. Thullids fuck no one."
BoomFuzzy raised a questioning eyebrow to Quaraun's Thullid reference.
BoomFuzzy whispered to the Gnome: "Iffy ya does nay gain dominance over a Thullid while dey is yang, ya'll never get an upper hand once dey are fully matured. Dere be not'ing more dangerous den a fucking Thullid Di'Jinn."
"Quaraun's not a Thullid."
"I beg to differ."
BeaLuna stomped over to Quaraun. "Do you know he thinks you're a Thullid waiting to hatch?"
"Yes. I know. He keeps telling me."
"I am a wizard of the Di'Jinn order."
"Which be no a very reassuring answer," BoomFuzzy pointed out. "Considering dere is nay such t'ing as a non-Thullid Di'Jinn."
"BoomFuzzy!" BeaLuna shrieked. "Look at him! He's a Moon Elf. He's a strange, insane, sexless Moon Elf who who thinks he's a Di'Jinn because he grew up with Thullids, but he's still a Moon Elf. Look no tentacles anywhere."
"Him be dressed like a Thullid."
"Yes. I've noticed. The whole village has noticed. Quaraun floats around the village acting and dressing like a Thullid, because he's insane and doesn't know any better."
"Have ya ever known a Thullid who was nay insane?"
"I've never known a Thullid."
"Nope. Never even seen one. Only seen drawings of them and heard stories. And what the hell is a Christmas Elf?"
"You said you lived with Christmas Elves."
"Oh dat. Aye. I dids. Years ago."
"What are Christmas Elves and why did you live with them?"
"Ah, well. I is by race a Phooka, which be type o shape shifting evil trickster Faerie, dat normally spends me time pretending to be an injured shaggy pony to lure humans to get close to it so it can eet dem, however I developed a taste for Elf flesh un is known by ot'er Phookas as 'The Elf Eater because I eet Elves instead o Humans. I ends up becoming somet'ing o cult leader, gat'ering up a following o ot'er Phookas who likewise give up eetsing Humans to eet Elves..."
"You eat Elves?"
"Aye. I be also known as The Elf Eater o Pepper Valley, un I soon discovers dat different types o Elves taste different depending on deir diet. De forest dwelling Wood Elves, who be hunters un gathers, has a wild game flavour, while de city dwelling aristocratic High Elves has delicate buttery flavours, caused by deir rich diets of de baked goods un sweets..."
"Elves have flavours?"
"Aye, like candy. Very tasty. Well, I discovers dat de farder North we travel..."
"De Elf Eater Gang. Me un me followers, anyways de farder North we travel de richer de diets o de High Elves get, until one day we reach de North Pole region where we find Christmas Elves who feast on gingerbread, eggnog, sugar cookies, fruit cake, un candy canes."
"Funny, you mention fruitcake."
"Prior to meeting Quaraun, I live for several centuries in Santa's Village up at North Pole..."
"You lived with Santa Claus?"
"Now I know your crazy."
"What for ya says dat?"
"Because Santa Claus isn't real."
"Him right jolly old Leprechaun."
"He's a Human myth. A bed time story."
"No. Him a great big fucking old fat Leprechaun King, strutting around in long red robes. Him live in big palace made o frozen eggnog. Has himself huge factory. Him keeps tens o t'ousand of Elf slaves up dere doing all him factory work. Right old tyrant dat one. Not at all like Humans says him is. Him got all dem Elves chains to de tables un chairs, doing all dat work, day after day, year after year. Hard slave driver, Santa Claus be. Un him do love cookies. Hmm."
"Okay, even if Santa was real, which he isn't, he's not some kind of tyrant slave master. He makes toys for children."
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"In de early days him dids. Before him started expanded his territory. In de early days, him was just wee lil Leprechaun making shoes for de child'en in his village. Dan he meet Krumpas. Krumpas was a fucking Phooka, like me. Krumpas wanted to eet de child'en, un de Leprechaun he was having hard time keeping up wid all de child'en. Took him whole year to make enough shoes. Him used to give out free shoes every month, but den he says, we do it once a year. But even den, too mony child'en in village. So Krumpas says, let us make list o de good un bad child'en - ya gives shoes to good child'en, un I do eet bad child'en, dat way we both get what we want un solve problem o too mony child'en."
"That's not the story of Krumpas."
"Have you ever meet Krumpas?"
"Aye. Him be Phooka like me. So Santa un Krumpas dey go into business toget'er un it good business until de Humans wise up un child'en no more be bad, so Santa have to expand territory. He get himself team o caribou so him can travel farder un start visiting ot'er villages. Soon, child'en all over country be leaving old shoes out of doorstep every Christmas, in hopes dat Santa will bring dem new shoes. It get harder un harder for Krumpas to find naughty child'en to eet, so Santa put spell on sleigh un start using time travel portals to fly all over planet looking for naughty child'en for Krumpas to eet, un while doing so, he find all kinds o child'en who can nay afford shoes, so him try to make shoes for all o dem, because him can no stand see person who nay have good shoes."
"Santa gives children toys, not shoes."
"Aye, now him do, but in auld daes him give kiddies shoes. But dat be problem, because parents start to t'inks, dey can find Santa un steal shoes from him house whenever dey need shoes for deir child'en. Some people are just begging to be killed, ya knows? So Santa un Krumpas dey move to place no one can find dem, un now, because it take so long to make fancy shoes, instead him make soft red boots wid no soles, for de child'en to wear in bed at night to keep deir feets warm. And him put candy un coal un toys in boots un hang dem on chimneys..."
"Santa only gives coal to bad children."
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Ya gots it all wrong. Santa put coal in velvet boots, so child'en can have warm fire to sit near to on Christmas morning. He give dem warm velvet boots to warm deir feets, un lump o coal to light deir fire, un cookies to fill deir belly, un a fucking toy to play wid so dey forget how cold un hungry dey are once food be gone un fire go out."
"I've never heard it like that before."
"Well, Santa him want to take care of all child'en every where, all over planet, but dere just be too mony un him could nay find enough people what wanted to help him, so him, build big factory un him, send Krumpas out to find slaves. Krumpas knows of me, fellow Phooka, how good I is at capturing Elves. He have me help him round up Elves for Santa's factory. De Elves do no knows dey is slave."
"Really? How is that possible?"
"I be very good chef. I be best chef on planet. Santa, him dids like me. Him made me head chef un I spent me time perfecting making gingerbread, sugar cookies, eggnog, candy canes, taffy, un chocolate, all o which I used to fatten up Santa's Helper Elves which I later eet. Santa do nay care if he lose an Elf here or dere, so long as Krumpas keep bringing in more. Well one day, Krumpas find himself a whole fucking forest o Cookie Elves..."
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"Aye. Tiny wee lil Elves, smaller den Quaraun here. Dey live in de hollow trees in de forests around Gichi-gami. Narcissistic lil t'ings. Dey make cookies shaped like demselves. Dey call demselves Keeblers. Gichi-gami Elves is among de tastiest."
"Dat big lake, few miles inland un south o us here. Krumpas found dis whole forest o giant deadwood trees, un all de trees was hollowed out un full o lil Elves who do not'ing but bake cookies all day. Krumpas herded dem all up, shipped dem up to de North Pole un now Santa got himself an entire factory full o tiny Elves making cookies un toys all dae long. Dey is addicted to eetsing cookies as much as dey likes cooking dem. Me? I loves to cook. And I loves to eet Elves. So I lived up dere wid de Santa Claus for a few centuries, baking cookies un eetsing Elves."
"You're crazy. Quaraun, he's crazy."
"Yeah, well, you think I'm crazy too."
"You're right. You're both crazy."
"Later, when I returns to de Deep North un finds de Moon Elf Village here a few miles south o Santa's Village, I sets up shop un once again goes to work fattening up Elves on sweets un eetsing dem. De secret to me success in getting Elves desperately addicted to eetsing me gingerbread un chocolate, be de greenhouse full o poppies at de back o me shop un de cave full o mushroom in me basement under me shop. Un all dose frogs in all dem tanks. Poison arrows. Me grandson sent dem to me."
"Grandson? You have children?"
"I has mony child'en. All over place. All o me candy, cakes, cookies, un drinks are brimming full o opium un fly agrillia un frog slime un causing de Elves to get uncontrollably addicted to eetsing only foods I makes."
"I've been eating your food for weeks."
"I knows it. I starts out intending to eet Quaraun, but finds de Elf too smart to eet me food, him knowsing it is drugged. In me decades o trying to get Quaraun to eet me food, I ends up falling in love wid Quaraun, un by de time Quaraun here finally does eet me cooking, I be no able to bring meself to kill Quaraun. Yis es correct. I may be crazier den even him is. We live toget'er as lovers for 30 years. During dat time, Quaraun eets not'ing but me drugged food un is no longer able to eet anyt'ing else, due to his addition to de opium in me food. It real reason him come prancing over here every dae."
BoomFuzzy stared at Quaraun with a wild look in his eyes and then said: "It being almost Christmas, I should ties ya up wid tinsel un stick a candy cane up ya ass."
Quaraun looked up from his book from the first time and stared wide eyed at the sex crazed candy maker.
"Nope. He's crazier then you are," BeaLuna said to Quaraun.
"Yes, I had noticed." Quaraun went back to reading his book.
"Why do I get the impression you'd let him do that to you?"
"What's saying he hasn't done that to me already?"
"Would you want to know if he had?"
"I... no. I don't think so."
"Ah, dids ya knows him also does likes being rolleds in chocolate?"
"Rolled in chocolate? He rolls you in chocolate."
"He's a candy maker."
"Quaraun, what is wrong with you?"
"I like him licking chocolate off of me."
"Yeah. I'm starting to realize what it is you two do when you're alone."
"Him uncut Elf. I should stuff a candy cane up him dick. Peppermint oil burns like hell. Sensative nerves on his foreskin, would have him screaming. Oooh! Makes me all tingly in me kiwis! I love screaming Elves."
"Quaraun, are hearing what he's talking about doing to you?"
"Why don't you stop him."
"No reason to."
"You're gonna let him do that to you, aren't you?"
"Why not! ... What do you mean, why not? You... you... he... YOU'RE BOTH CRAZY!"
"Well, take me eyes oot wid a melon baller und burn dem in hell for all eternity! Tell me somet'ing we does na knows."
"You are a sick, disgusting pervert. You have a filthy mouth and a dirty mind. I don't know how Quaraun can tolerate you."
"Habooski! We has a winner! Or was dat a whiener?"
"Don't make fun of me"
"Ha, ha, ha." BoomFuzzy laughed. "Insert coin for pissy tittieeeeeeees! Hell ya!"
"You're crazy, BoomFuzzy. You're crazier then he is. Do you know how hard of a thing that is to do?"
"Well, fuck titties dickeronnie! I be crazier den Quaraun de Insane? Oh my! Fright un shivers. I is sooooooo ofended."
"You are a horrible person and I don't like Quaraun spending time with you. You're a bad influance on him. You're just plain a bad person."
"Eat shitballs ya stupid cunt."
BoomFuzzy flipped both middle fingers in her face as he said this.
"I do not like you."
"Oh bananas! Poor wee lil Gnome. Is ya jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous of you? You are a psychotic. You are most certainly not something to be jealous of."
"Ahhh, but Quaraun spends too much time wid me, gets far too excited over me, un ya does seem to be hung up on him. I t'inks ya wants to be fucked by our pretty Elf here."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do," Quaraun said. "You said so. More then once. You keep talking about wanting to have my Gnomish half-Elf babies."
"I does nay rule out t'reesomes," BoomFuzzy said cheerfully.
"Why does that make you so happy?" BeaLuna snarled at the candy maker.
"I'll gladly fuck him, while him fucks you."
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"You... you..." BeaLuna sputtered. "I don't like being trapped in this gingerbread house with the two of you."
"Well, ya should have t'ought o dat aforeing ya came in here to get out o de blizzard, now, eh? Ya stuck wid us now. Now what was I talking about?"
"Eating Santa's Elves," Quaraun answered. "Eating Keebler Elves, feeding Human children to Krumpas, rolling me in chocolate, and stuffing my uncircumsised dick with candy canes."
"Ah Yes! Un dat excites ya. We shall try dat. So Krumpas brings back all dese Cookie Elves un, Santa his get addicted to dey cookies. So now Santa all he wants is cookies. He become like cookie monster. All t'inks aboot is de cookies. And so now he decides he will nay leave any t'ing for de child'en unlessing dey leave him out cookies. It de anise in de cookies dat does it, eh? Very addicting. So, very addicting."
"Isn't anise what you wash your hair with?"
"It is. It act as aphrodisiac. It why ya can no get away from me no more. Anyways, Santa him decide him need more cookies, un him get mad if him get to house un dey does no leave cookies. So instead o Krumpas eetsing de child'en, he tell Krumpas, eets de parents too, on acount o dem ones who dids no leave cookies. But den yeah kills too mony people ya start to get sloppy. Krumpas, he started getting sloppy. Leaving too much blood every where. Krumpas, him tell Santa, Ya large carcase is getting in de way of me murder here. Santa, him use him coat to wipe up de blood, un discover, hey, blood make good dye for coat."
"He's a FarDarrig?" Quaraun asked.
"Aye. Him is now. But him started out a Leprchaun. Dat be what I were saysing. Him got a taste for wearing blood. And Satna was all like, 'Yay! I murdered him! Woo hoo!' Now him only wears red. Him wear big coat too big for him, so he can soak up more blood wid it. Un no one notice. Parents, dey greedy bastards, so long as yeah leaves lots o toys to keep child'en quiet un lots o coal to keep dey house warm, un lots o shoes un whoolen red sock to keep deir feeties warm, dey do nay care if ya eetss a fucking child or two here un dere on de side. Humans be strange like dat. Does nay care for deir own, very selfish, self centred beasts. Him try to do dat wid Dwarves now, un him have kit un kaboodle o dem on warpath. Dey strong family bonds, Dwarves does. Taste terrible t'ough. Ick. Horrible. Stringy, grainy, un full o hair. Dey does nay make good cookies. No one wants hair in deir cookies."
"When you say Dwarves don't make good cookies... you mean you kill the Dwarves and use them as ingredients, don't you?"
"Aye. What else would I mean?"
"I don't know."
"Anyways. Santa, him does get old, un him t'inks to himself, I does nay want to die. I will live forever. Him knows I be Necromancer..."
"You're a Necromancer?" BeaLuna asked.
"I told you he was," Quaraun said.
"Yeah, but you're crazy. You see Faeries and Unicorns around every corner too."
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"Right now I see a Gnome and a Phooka, that means I'm looking at two Faeries.
"I'm not a Faerie, he's not a Phooka. I'm a Gnome. He's a psychotic chef."
"I be Phooka," BoomFuzzy stated, but BeaLuna wasn't listening. She was too busy glaring at Quaraun.
"Anyways," BoomFuzzy continued. "Santa be getting old un him nay wants to die un he knows I Necromancer, so him come up wid idea him going to become Lich un live forever. Him were one o first Liches I ever made, before I made de Lich Lords, wid help of our crazy lil Elf here."
BoomFuzzy pointed to Quaraun.
"Now Santa be undead Leprechaun Lich, who spend his time zipping t'rough portals on flying caribou sleigh, giving toys to any one who gives him cookies, un letting Krumpas eets any one who does'na. Dat de real story of Santa Claus. De one which de Humans do nay knows of."
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With the real blizzard snowing them in, BeaLuna and Quaraun now
really were trapped with BoomFuzzy and spent the winter snowed in the
gingerbread house. It wasn't until mid-Spring before the snow melted
enough for BeaLuna to leave and head back to check on things in the
Gnome village. She couldn't get out of that gingerbread house fast
While in the fist couple of weeks, Quaraun had been too shy to allow
BoomFuzzy to do anything to him with BeaLuna in the building, his
inhibitions had quickly given way to his lusts and soon BoomFuzzy and
Quaraun were all over each other, regardless of if the Gnome was in
the room with them or not.
That Quaraun was so ready to submit to anything Boomfuzzy did to him
surprised her, but it did not shock nearly as much as the things the
sadistic candy maker could think of to do to the Elf.
It would not have bothered BeaLuna so much, had it just been
BoomFuzzy doing things to Quaraun. She could have told herself the
candy maker was forcing the Elf agaist his will. What bothered her,
was that Quaraun was not just recieving pleasure, but givng it as
well. As BoomFuzzy had rightly said, Elves did become very addicted
to his opium infused chocolate, and Quaraun more so then others, and
once BoomFuzzy realized he could get the Elf to lick chocolate off
his dick, it became a daily activity for the couple. Both men had
become addicted to sucking the other's cock.
The thing which bothered her the most, though, was how incredibly
violent BoomFuzzy could get during sex. Quaraun, being a Thullid who
had never felt physical sensation, living in the body of a species
known for repression their response to physical sensation, was able
to take quite a bit of pain, before he made any outward indication
that he was actually hurting. The result was could tie up the Elf's
penis and scrotum in ways that would have sent most men screaming for
BeaLuna's initial horror at the thought of BoomFuzzy shoving a candy
cane up Quaraun's ass, was quickly replaced by the realization that
this was nothing compared to the other places BoomFuzzy could find to
force the tingling menthol infused candy sticks into. She discovered
this when one day she walked in on the amorous couple, to find
Quaraun tied done to the bed with silver garlands of tinsel. She had
gone in talking, but whatever she had to say was quickly forgotten
when when she saw what BoomFuzzy was doing to Quaraun.
The room was filled with the scent of their cum, mixed with the scent
of cloves and peppermint. The Elf was beyond recognition of anything
going on in the room around hm, totally lost in the escasty of the
lusts he was feeling, and the intense sensations caused by the
burning feeling of the peppermint oil melting off the peppermint
stick that was pushed several inches up into his dick. The Elf's body
was rigid and a pain filled whimpering moan escaped his lips. He
looked as though he were about to pass out from the pleasure he was
“I does no t’inks him gonna hears ya, Gnome,” BoomFuzzy said to
“I can see that. What did you do to him?”
“Nothing him did no wants.”
“You're hurting him.”
“Aye. And him loving it.”
“How did you get that... it's too big to... why?”
Quaraun arched his hips up and moaned loader, twisting his feet and
clenching his toes, as BoomFuuzy pushed the candy cane even father
into his pee hole, while at the same time squeezing his testicles
much harder then was comfortable for Quaraun.
“Because him likes it.”
Cum began to ooze out of Quaraun's swollen red slit, around the green
and white striped candy stick and dripped down his cock. BoomFuzzy
immediately licked it up, Without paying any farther attention to the
Gnome, BoomFuzzy began puting ice cream on the Elf's chest, then
drizzling hot melted chocolate sauce all over him, and was soon on
top of Quaraun, licking the melting ice cream off the Elf's nipples.
BeaLuna didn't want to see what would happen next and ran from the
After that she made a point of avoiding the couple any time she
thought they might be acting out one of the candy and sex fetishes,
and when Spring came, melting the snow enough for travel, BeaLuna
fled from the candy shop wondering how she would ever get the images
she had seen there, out of her head.
Three Hundred years before Quaraun meet Unicorn in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, he meet another Phooka, the same Phooka in another form, when an Elf eating candy-maker arrives in the Moon Elf Village and puts every one under a spell so that no one notices as villagers are one by one disappearing.
Young wizard Quaraun sees through the illusion, but instead of stopping it, helps the monster pick who to kill, and builds 13 phylacteries for the most infamous Lich making spell any wizard ever cast: the one that created the Thirteen Lich Lords, in the process falling in love with the leader of the Lich Lords, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself.
Life is going good for the young wizard, until his best friend BeaLuna the Gnome alerts his father that there's more going on in the gingerbread house the making candy, and a mob of Moon Elves sets out to kill Quaraun in a public execution.
Enranged by the near murder of his lover, the illusions melt away revealing the Lich Lord and his innocent looking gingerbread house for the monsters they really are.
With the Twighlight Manor now threatening to eat every Elf in the village, the Moon Elves plot to destroy the suicidal Elf Eater and his sentient house, not realizing that worse things walked among then then Phooka's and Liches: a Thullid has taken up residence in the Pink Necromancer's head, remaining peacefully dormant until BoomFuzzy's death unleash's it's fury on them all.
Another of the stories banned by fanfiction.net in 2012, this one contains three controversial scenes:
The torture scene when Quaraun receives his sex altering injury.
The graphically detailed suicide of BoomFuzzy
The bloody murder of Quaraun's four children.
By far the bloodiest story of the series, this novel contains disturbing details of death, abuse, torture, suicide, and murder and is considered to be Gorn.
As you follow the series along, you find that Unicorn's obsession with Quaraun reaches a point where Quaraun gives up and simply allows himself to be sexually abused, daily, for years on end, by the Unicorn, because he's realized he can't get away from the extremely obsessive creature that follows him every where he goes.
One of the most disturbing scenes of the entire series is in volume 3, BoomFuzzy, when it is revealed, just how long the Unicorn's obsession has been going on. While most of the series takes place when Quaraun is an adult and is actually quite old, the novel, BoomFuzzy, is a flashback, that takes place when Quaraun was a child.
As a young boy, about 9 years old, Quaraun finds an injured pony, badly abused, shackled in chains, and locked in a cage. Not realizing the little innocent looking Shetland Pony, is actually a Phooka (a type of evil Faerie Horse), he sets it free. Phookas a viscous black unicorns, fire breathing monsters who skewer people on their horns, and take delight in crushing people to death under their hooves. There is no such thing as a good Phooka, and they are killed on sight whenever they are found. That the boy let him go free, puzzled the demonic beast.
The boy went back to his life. The Phooka followed him. From that point on, Quaraun could not escape the black Unicorn that followed his every move.
When Quaraun was age of 15, the Black Unicorn took on a humanoid form, that of a candy maker named BoomFuzzy, and set up shop in Quaraun's village. Luring children to his gingerbread house, the beast set out to killing and eating every one who got near his candy shop... except for Quaraun.
Quaraun was small, sick, and liked wearing dresses, resulting in his being bullied by the other boys in the village. When one day the bullying got out of hand and Quaraun was nearly killed, the Unicorn swept in and slaughtered the bullies, saving Quaraun's life, then taking the injurged boy back to the gingerbread house.
From there the BoomFuzzy story took a darker turn, as the young boy now finds himself, both well care for by a loving protector, and sexually abused by an obsessed stalker. The duel nature of BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, both comforts and terrifies Quaraun, as he finds himself safe and protected, while simultaneously abused and kept under strict control.
The rest of the BoomFuzzy novel becomes a self battle, with Quaraun, both loving and hating the Unicorn that both protects and hurts him.
At it's core, BoomFuzzy is a novel that takes a dark look into the effects of child abuse, sex slavery, and the confusion caused by being a child who is both loved and victimized by a psychopathic adult.
Quaraun remains with BoomFuzzy for 30 years, with their relationship rocky, as Quaraun finds himself wanting freedom to choose to love someone of his own choosing, and at the same time his not wanting to hurt the beast that truly does love him, but is incapable of showing that love in none abusive ways.
After 30 years, Quaraun leaves. He finally escapes the monster that held him captive and sexually abused him for 30 years. A few weeks later Quaraun marries his first wife. And the next day, BoomFuzzy kills himself.
Quaraun finds the body of the dead Unicorn 3 days later and is devastated, realizing that had he not married, BoomFuzzy would not have commit suicide.
The theme of Stockholm Syndrome pushes front and center into the series from that point on, with Quaraun torn between the guilt of having caused BoomFuzzy's death, and the wife he can not look at because without her, BoomFuzzy would still be alive.
The wife, seeing that her husband cares more for his childhood captive than he had let on, takes to bullying Quaraun, belittling BoomFuzzy's memory at every turn. Quaraun grows to hate his wife. The more his wife, puts down BoomFuzzy's memory, the more defensive Quaraun becomes in protecting BoomFuzzy's honor and denying that BoomFuzzy had spent years sexually abusing him.
As the years go on, Quaraun starts to forget he was BoomFuzzy's victim, he forgets that BoomFuzzy was a child rapist, he forgets that he had spent those years wanting freedom from his captive. His memories become warped and he starts to think of BoomFuzzy as a past lover. On the anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, Quaraun's wife writes a nursery-rhyme song, belittling BoomFuzzy, and teaches it too their 4 children. Unable to take the constant belittling from his wife anymore, in a fit of rage, Quaraun lashes out at her and murders both his wife and their 4 children.
Horrified by what he's done, Quaraun flees into the mountains, not to be seen again for decades. When he does return to civilization, he's completly lost touch with reality, thus people begin to call him "Quaraun the Insane". When questioned as to why he killed his family, the only answer he gives anyone is: "I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more."
When the law tries to arrest him, he tries to escape and accidentally kills them too. Terrified, he flees again, now wanted for for multiple murders. Scared of his own temper, now afraid to be near anyone for fear he'll kill them, Quaraun becomes a wandering hermit, living on the run, never staying in any one place more then a day or two.
Several times his timing is bad and he arrives in towns, just as someone has been killed. Knowing he killed his family and the men who tried to arrest him, villagers are quick to blame him for any and every death, and soon reports calling him a serial killer are being spread across the entire country.
Responding To a Reader Response To "The Hanging Tree" scene from BoomFuzzy...
If you are unfamiliar with "The Hanging Tree" it is the original short story from which the entire BoomFuzzy novel was based upon.
It is also one of the single most graphic, grizzly, bloody, gory scenes of the entire Quaraun series.
And it is the scene that got the series banned off FanFiction.net.
In the short story called "The Hanging Tree" what happens is this:
Quaraun comes from a culture that outlaws same sex couples and is hiding that fact that he has a male lover. When he is accused of bedding with other males, he does not deny it and openly admits to having sex with other men, not realizing that this will incit his accusers into an angry mob, that next strips him naked, drags him to the center of town and publically tortures him, with most of the village coming forward to join in. They next hang him upside down in a tree in the town square, and continue to torture him.
The infamous highly detail, incredibly grizzly scene that got the series banned off FanFiction.net followed, as one Elf, pulled out a knife and forces it up into Quaraun's penis, then rippe the knife in a backward motion, slicing Quaraun's penis completely in half, leaving behind a scar known as "a sub penal incision". Following this Elf's example, other villagers slash Quaraun's belly, thighs, and groin with knives, leaving him horribly scarred for life. When they finished torturing him, Quaraun is left for dead, his bloody remains used as bait to capture The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.
Unknown to the Elves however is the fact that it was the Elf Eater himself who is Quaraun's lover, and upon discovering what the Elves did to Quaraun, the Elf Eater slaughtered the Moon Elves, then takes Quaraun and spends the next several months nursing the dying Elf back to health. Quaraun eventually recovered, but he is left with a crippled leg, severe PTSD, rampant phobias that cripple his ability to function in society, and the horrific scars that he often bemoans.
This entire story is just under 3,000 words long. And it shows a horrify look at bigotry, bullying, and herd mentality of a mob joining a bully and nearly killing a gay man.
This is one of the very early stories in the series, which happens when Quaraun is very young, still a teenager. This story is the foundation base point that the other stories reference back to and you see flashbacks of it, glimpse to it, and the horrific night terrors caused by it, in nearly every volume of the Quaraun series.
In dozens of stories written after this, readers see Quaraun's life as it goes into a downward spiral of depression and mental illness, as he turns first to drugs, then to drinking, then to cutting, and eventually to multiple suicide attempts.
Today, here is what one person had to say about this scene, and what follows is my response... Enjoy!
Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.
~January 30, 2018
please come to Maine and tell the 140+ LGBTQA+ citizens of Old Orchard Beach this. I'm sure they would love to hear that you think "the queers" are NOT victims of hate crimes.
40+ of them (myself included) have had their houses blown up by bombs
80+ of them have had their houses run over by backhoes (I've had to build 5 houses on my land in the past 12 years)
500+ pets, cats, dogs, and horses have been beheaded, their nailed to the doors of their LGBTQA+ owners (this has happened to me personally 13 times)
my cousin, he'd love to hear your sentiments... unfortunately, he was one of the 4 gay men whom were beheaded by the Ku Klux Klan in 2013
I used to be able to walk, but, you know as I was putting groceries in my car in WalMart parking lot when 2 gay haters decided to beat me up with a shopping cart (July 2016) I was paralyzed, they ruptured 3 discs in my spine; I'm crippled the rest of my life
you could come visit me and I can introduce you to the 8 foot tall KKK cross in my yard
2010 Portland Shaws (supermarket): an 80 year old black gay man was beaten to death while putting groceries in his car, while more the 40 shoppers cheered the attacker... his head was hit so many times by the shopping cart that by the time the police arrived, there was nothing left of his head, skull, or brain but a pool of jellied goo on the ground
April 2015, someone decided to fill my motorhome, you know the one that says "Transgender Awareness Tour Bus" on the side of it... they filled it with several thousand gallons of raw sewage/feces
August 2015 - public beheading of a transgender woman took place in the ice cream department of a local grocery store: Saco Shaws
Rotary Park, Biddeford, right next door, until 2 summers ago had the Guiness World Record for a very tall flag pole; they took the flag pole down because, they got tired of every weekend cutting down the gay men who were stripped naked and hanging by their balls from the top of the flag pole
THIS by the way, is the very real life event that inspired The Hanging Tree scene.
The first time this event happened... the gay man, was a 15 year old boy who was only SUSPECTED of being gay, because he wore a pink suit to a dance at school. Old Orchard Beach High School. The boy was striped naked, his ankels tied to the back bumper of a Old Orchard Beach Police Car, and then dragged the entire 14 mile drive, to the flagpole at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine. Because it happened at night, at a dance, no one noticed him missing at first... Because it was February, the month of the year, when our temperature plummet to -40F. He nearly froze to death. And with the park closed for winter, there was no one around to find him. He hung there, upside down, tied to a flag pole, hanging from the rope by his balls, for FIVE days.
That's the type of "jokes" the Old Orchard Beach police - grown men in the 40s and 50s, play on 5 year old CHILDREN, if the suspect the child might possibly be gay.
At night the Ku Klux Klan stands in the driveway of LGBTQA+ residents and shoots rifles fire at them.
January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUN POINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+
January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUNPOINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+
It took us 9 months and taking the case to Superior Court, but on October 21, 2016 Superior Court overruled the town's original court order as grounds of being "a gross violation of civil rights being committed by the United States Government".... for 9 months 140+ LGBTQA+ families were homeless and living in their cars while the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach court battle went on
November 9, 2017, 3 months ago - while eating at Biddeford, McDonald's, a the manager and 5 employees, spiked my gay brother's food with so much LSD. Molly, and Meth that he went into a coma seconds after taking a bite of his meal, he remained in a coma for 5 days and nearly died; the FBI agent in charge of the attempted murder of my brother knows who did it because the whole thing was recorded on one of the restaurant's security cameras
Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.
Glad to see you are comfortable using the hate slur queer on yourself; I suppose you must use it the same way black men use niggar on themselves right? Trying to reclaim that vile, hate filled word? Are you REALLY bi or are you just saying that to sound cool? You clearly have no issues tossing the word queer around which makes me question the validity of your claim to be a part of the LGBTQA+ community.
A REAL gay person knows queer is to gay what niggar is to black; wannabes let their TRUE colours fly when they use hate terms like queer to describe themselves. Nothing brands a straight person trying to fit in faster then how they use the word queer.
You are clueless to what REAL LGBTQA+ people live with everyday of our lives if you think the hate crimes against us are a trope and using the word queer is anything close to acceptable.
I dare you to come to Maine and tell any one you are bisexual... the Ku Klux Klan will be on you in less than 24 hours
Welcome to Maine
Most of the hate crimes against the gay characters of the Quaraun series are based off the real world hate crimes against gay men happening here in Old Orchard Beach on a DAILY basis.
If you are so fed up with LGBTQA+ people being victims of hate crimes, then why don't you prove it by getting off you ass, coming up here to Maine and doing something to stop the hate crimes going on right now?
Interview With EelKat On Writing The Quaraun Series
Old Orchard Beach's Nudey Shirts, Drug Dealers, Gangs, and Ivory Billed Woodpeckers - Interview With EelKat About The Real Life Town That Inspired The Monster Porn Yaoi Novel "BoomFuzzy" April 2 2016 Part 1 of 6
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I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.
The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.
Phrases he yells from the truck include:
"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"
"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"
if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"
He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"
My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.
After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here: https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw
This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.
As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.
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