Some days I just want to be a monster with you.

[wolven7]

If you were a monster, what would you be?

Would you have talons and teeth? Poison sacks? Would you bleed acid (no not hat kind; the other kind)?

What kind of monster are you?

Comments

[karishi.livejournal.com]

The kind that reshapes the terrain during the kill.
The kind that is never seen.
Thus, the kind that leaves the question "What could have done this?" hanging behind it, like a wake.

I find that I play stealth characters in every game where they're allowed to be viable. I love the look as the second patroller comes to the scene and wonders, for a moment, what's wrong with the first. And then dies, never knowing.

[jonathankorman.livejournal.com]

I imagine my monster aspect is like Swanwick's Mephistopholes: a figure which shows up and speaks a few well-chosen words of truth which no human being could have had any way of knowing ... thus driving people to do terrible, terrible things.

“You'll find a loaded gun in the second drawer there. You know what to do.”

[triskelmoon.livejournal.com]

Dragon. A merger of both the western and eastern archetypes. Storm and Fire. Destruction and Luck. Capturing princesses and treasure and imperial symbol.

[thehobbit.livejournal.com]

Teeth, talons, and pointy, prickly skin. The thing that is born to destroy and none can get close enough to kill it because pokey skin causes death. A walking, stomping, roaring ball of death. As delicate as a sledge hammer.

BOOM!

[mendori.livejournal.com]

Just your friendly everyday neighborhood tentacle monster. *waves many arms*

[nausved.livejournal.com]

Something amorphous. Perhaps a storm.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Part of me says that you shouldn't even have to ask. And part says 'All of them, at some point or another.'.

[not-hothead-yet.livejournal.com]

a small rodent-type thing that scurries around obsessively collecting things and cleaning the terrain. Totally cool if you leave it alone but if you get in the way, mess up the arrangements, or threaten the children, you will be sliced with retractible talons so sharp and fine that you won't even know you've been sliced until you've already lost two pints of blood. You'll look around but I've already scurried away. I have large bright eyes, long front teeth and tiny delicate little paws with opposable thumbs. More like a solid-color raccoon I guess.

And when I speak, everyone is shocked, because they all assume I can't talk at all. When I do talk, I chatter in long bizarre sentences giving personal prophecies that no one understands or wants. Other monsters know I can tell the future (sort of) and sometimes they seek me out for that (and cleaning their dens)but no one ever stays very long. My eyes make them self-conscious.