Hello you,
Some time ago, we had our own book club, r/RottersBookClub. Then the dratted covid hit, and it kind of got forgotten about. Now two, lovely super people from our Discord server, are in the process of starting it back up again.
It's all going to be kicking off on Sunday 9th January, when we'll be reading "The Heart of Dominance" by Anton Fulmen. I've just ordered my copy. If this sounds like your sort of thing, then please pop over and join in.
Whilst, I'm here, I'd like to plug a couple of kinky subreddits aimed at kinky people in the UK. They're not my subreddits, but I'm very proud to be involved with them both.
r/UKBDSMPersonals is where UK kinksters can find love. Or something else.
r/UKBDSMChat is a super place to chat about kink, whilst eating fish and chips out of newspaper.
Pop over, and give them a go.
I'M SO SCARED. My rotty-rotter good boi fucking went for me earlier whilst we were playing Red Rocket and nearly ripped my heckin' throat out!! What I think has happened is the vaccine's effectiveness has worn off and the levels of soy in my blood stream have dangerously depleted!! I was booked in for my fourth BOOSTER yesterday but when I got to the vaccine clinic they were closed for some reason and there were a bunch of ambulances blocking my way!! Nurses and paramedics were flapping about like headless chickens, it was total chaos!! Maybe there was an outbreak of the Delta variant?!? I can't find anything online about it!!
Anyway, my rottweiler chased me around the house, snarling and snapping at my ankles until I managed to lock myself in the bathroom!! He's been throwing his whole weight at the door and scratching the fuck out of it for about half an hour now and cracks are beginning to form!! If he gets through I'm fucked!! I'm sat on the toilet, crying into my masks and scrolling through Reddit on my phone as I empty my bowels, terrified that at any moment my heckin' doggo might break through and tear me to shreds!!
Thing is I can't even be mad at him as he's just being a good old boi and doing his duty!! If I die, so be it!! I just hope I will be made co-moderator of the Eternal Zoom call in the sky!!
Update to the update: As I type this in floods of tears and literally shitting myself with trembling terror, I am face to face with my puppa: he's smashed his head through the door frame like Jack Nicholson in The Shining and is baring his chompers at me!! HE'S GROWLING LIKE FUCK. I am so screwed, you guys. He's wriggling his way in, I'm crouched on the toilet seat and brandishing the toilet brush as a weapon, I'm going to try and beat him away with it and make a run for it when OH GOD HERE HE COMESSHANFDUINJIABNFINBSAIFKNSAIKF
On Halloween night he spreads the blight.
Avoid his rot and don’t get caught.
Escape the stench, survive the slaughter.
Children Beware the Paynesville Rotter.
- Anonymous
October 29th
I stood on the crumbling sidewalk of our small midwestern town. The sour smell of old milk wafted over from the creamery and lingered in my nose with the cold fall air. My heart felt heavy with despair and my anxiety was at an all time high. Tonight was the night that would change my life forever and I wanted nothing more than to go back home.
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“Fucking UFO’s, take me now! If you’re going to abduct me, this is a good time to do it!” I screamed wildly at the stars above.
A bright, white light washed over me.
“C’mon, Q. The streetlights are coming on. It’s now or never.” Yelled Mel. She was standing on Sonny’s front lawn in full costume. It was impressive how much work Mel had put into whatever the heck it was she was dressed as. She seemed to nail all the iconic Halloween looks in one costume. Jack-o-lantern, bat, cat, witch…devil… honestly it was kind of a lot, whatever it was.
“Is it too late to choose never?” I asked, stepping out from under the lamplight.
“Yes.”
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Sonny’s front door opened and he stumbled out. The plastic sword of his samurai-ninja-anime-whatever costume got caught on the railing of the steps and he struggled with his overly ornate costume.
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“Sonny, that’s a lot of stuff you got on there.” I said.
“Me? Look at Mel.” He argued, adjusting his belt.
“What about me?”
“You got bat wings, a pumpkin head and goat feet over a cat costume.” Sonny replied, finally securing himself.
“At least I put in some effort. Look at Q!”
-
Mel was right. My costume was less than imaginative. I took one of our old white sheets and cut out two eyeholes.
“I’m a ghost.”
“Clearly.” chuckled Sonny.
“It was the only thing I could come up with that actually hid everything about me.”
“Come on, we’re late!” said Mel, already walking down the dark autumn block.
Dry leaves crunched beneath our feet and our breath hung in the air as we hurried to catch up to Mel.
-
“If Bentley knew I crashed the party, I’d get thrown out on my face. This way, I’m incognito.” I attempted to explain.
“Just saying.” Sonny cut in “You could have at least tried.”
He slowed to let me catch up.
“I did try.” I mumbled.
Mel turned around, walking backwards and lifted up the carved pumpkin-head she was using as a mask, “Well you could have asked one of
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Vores hus fra 1911 er med krybekælder. Den årlige tur derned afslørede desværre (ikke uventet) at jeg har haft rotter indlogeret. Det ser ud til at der er huller 3-4 steder ned i jorden som jeg mistænker er der de kommer ind/ud.
Hvordan får jeg lettest/bedst overbevist de "små venner" om at de skal finde sig et andet sted at leve?
Since the Book specifies "any creature" can be sacrificed I was wondering if killing the Shambling Mound on the pedestal work ?
