EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author
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UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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BoomFuzzy

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
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BoomFuzzy

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
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BoomFuzzy

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
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"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."

"I know."

"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?"

"Gwallmaiic."



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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."

"Are you?"

"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."

"Never?"

"Nope. Never even seen one. Only seen drawings of them and heard stories. And what the hell is a Christmas Elf?"

"Say what?"

"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..."

"We?"

"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..."

"Santa Claus?"

"Aye."

"You lived with Santa Claus?"

"Aye."

"Now I know your crazy."

"What for ya says dat?"

"Because Santa Claus isn't real."

"No?"

"No!"

"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?"

"Have you?"

"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..."

"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."

"Gichi-gami?"

"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?"

"Has he?"

"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?"

"Yep."

"Why don't you stop him."

"No reason to."

"Really?"

"Nope."

"You're gonna let him do that to you, aren't you?"

"Probably."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"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.

"Aye."

"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 enough.

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 the door.



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 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 feeling.

“I does no t’inks him gonna hears ya, Gnome,” BoomFuzzy said to BeaLuna.

“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 room.

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.

The rest of this novel can be read here.


Volume 3: BoomFuzzy

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.


TRIGGER WARNING:

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.


Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish



The Gingerbread House From Hell (Part of Chapter 2)



Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole



The Hanging Tree



The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion



BoomFuzzy's Death



An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer



"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more..."



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.

Since 2001:

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?















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Old Orchard Beach's Nudey Shirts, Drug Dealers, Gangs, and Ivory Billed Woodpeckers -
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The Real Life Town That Inspired
The Monster Porn Yaoi Novel "BoomFuzzy"
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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

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.

~EelKat



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Reacting To Old Orchard Beach's
White Power Gay Hating Over Reaction Ban
Of The Quaraun Series:

  1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

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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