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The Animorphs Audiobook Project / Re: Megamorphs 1 is released!
« Last post by Dogman15 on January 07, 2018, 05:54:48 AM »
I can't believe http://hiracdelest.com/news/ Hirac Delest hasn't posted about this yet! I submitted this to them, maybe the guy who runs it will write a blog post about it.

I only just now found this, but I look forward to listening to it! Sorry for the bump and necro!
Animorphs Forum Classic / Re: Questions about things I either forgot or didn't know
« Last post by Dogman15 on January 07, 2018, 05:44:13 AM »
1. I think Visser One favored a secret invasion because she had two human kids, Darwin and Madra, while she was controlling Allison Kim, and was married (in two ways) to Essam 293 (controlling Hildy Gervais; Allison and Hildy married each other while under the control of Edriss and Essam.) So in a bizarre four-way relationship, Visser One had human kids somewhere on Earth that she didn't want to be destroyed. I think they cover this in one of the books narrated by Marco, or perhaps right there in Visser. http://animorphs.wikia.com/wiki/Edriss_562
2. Basically, the Andalites didn't rush to help Earth because they kind of didn't expect it to be worth anything, and they were hoping it would go under like the Hork-Bajir planet did. I think. I might be wrong on that, but that's probably covered in book 38 (The Arrival) or book 54. http://animorphs.wikia.com/wiki/The_Arrival
3. Because as soon as they show their hand of cards, the Yeerks would overpower them, and Earth would be doomed.

I welcome better responses from other people who are even more of an expert on the series than I am.

You might also find information here: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Literature/Animorphs
Animorphs Forum Classic / Re: Which edge of an Andalite's tail is sharp?
« Last post by Dogman15 on January 07, 2018, 05:31:10 AM »
Ax and Elfangor (main series covers, The Andalite Chronicles) seem to have tails that are concave-edge towards the tip of the tail.  But Alloran and Aldrea (VISSER, The Hork-Bajir Chronicles) have blades that face the opposite direction.

A noticeable difference between the art of David B. Mattingly and Romas Kukalis.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on January 06, 2018, 07:08:09 PM »
New chapter.

Please, Don't Be Our Guest

Helen was silent, glancing at Parker for help, but he was still too busy cursing Tyr with every name under the sun that the SPARTAN could conjure up.

"Point is," Cloak continued, "we have to make contact with whatever is making these constructs before we can discern his, or her, or its, intentions. Good or bad, that is the first step that must be taken."

Helen couldn't find a fault with this logic, and said nothing. She felt a bit mollified at this, but did her best not to announce the feeling. While she could be empathic, she was not an empath. She couldn't manipulate emotions, or sense them with absolute certainty. And, if she was honest, without her Star Sapphire ring, she'd be an ordinary, if athletic, flat-scan human. A human without powers of any kind.

Suddenly, the entire environment blinked in and out of existence seeming. Although, to Cloak, it was more like a ghostly environment was striving to take over reality but remaining somewhat translucent. The hologram present a hardwood floor, with Japanese paper walls and sliding doors. All four appeared to be a sixteenth their normal size, in scale with the furniture in this holographic corridor.

"Well, this is new," Az commented.

Then, suddenly, a wave of flesh and Armani suits came barrelling down towards the four. These were apparently very gluttonous people, who wanted to eat them, despite having had plenty of flood set in front of them. All of them seemed incapable of walking on their stubby legs, so they moved along rather like a seal or a walrus. Cloak did not flinch at all, but did not see the reactions of the other three.

"Oh, look," Cloak said, dryly, "it's the one-percent."

"Huh?" Helen asked, not really paying attention to anything but the hideous mass of holographic bodies and holographic flesh that was undulating their way towards them with alarming rapidity.

"They never can have enough," Cloak said, more to himself. "Even in this realm, they never can have enough. These voraciously greedy, ravenous, gluttonous, pantagruelian, rapacious, edacious esurients -- all they know is 'take, take, take', and they think that they they're entitled to it."

Cloak didn't flinch as they proceeded ever closer.

"Sadly," Cloak muttered, "such things seem universal."

"Cloak, can we focus here?" Parker said. "These slobbering things --"

Cloak formed the two swords mounted from his wrists again. Then he slashed the right blade left, leaving a crescent of energy behind it, apparently breaking off the sword in a deliberate fashion. Then he made a downward slash, intersecting the other energy crescent, breaking off the sword at the bottom of this arc. It made an energy "+" construct, and Cloak pulled back his right arm. Then he slammed his right hand, open palm, at this intersection.

This fired the construct forward at the speed of a sluggish bullet. It shattered this hologram just like all the others. Cloak watched intently, as he forced the construct to dissipate. He was hoping to notice a reaction of some sort.
I’m going to not be as active as I normally am over the next few months... gotta go back to college... But I’ll be back soon and I hope everyone does well while I’m gone!  :)
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Myitt on January 05, 2018, 02:04:50 AM »
Jorek glances at Yeden and says, "What do you say, old friend? Shall we allow ourselves to be entertained? A moment of letting the proverbial guard down?" He snickers at this, for some unknown reason.
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Shenmue654 on January 04, 2018, 09:18:24 PM »
"Isn't it though?" Keshin says. The waves of disorientation cascade over them, but Keshin tries his best to ignore it. He's not doing that well. "A magician is...never supposed to reveal their secrets, but...I could show both of you..a more interesting showing. A regular phantasmagoria. Outside the Bar. Not in it." Keshin shakes his head. "Too chaotic in here to pull rabbits out of hats."

"Interested?" Keshin says, rather impassively himself for all the internal turmoil turning around inside him.
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Myitt on January 04, 2018, 08:59:11 PM »
Jorek watches, smiling impassively.

"It appears you've broken your comm link," he says lightly. "What a strange magic trick."
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Shenmue654 on January 04, 2018, 12:19:36 PM »
Keshin's expression is entirely unreadable. He ****s Joanne's head. "I imagine the two of you, having traveled throughout the vast reaches of the galaxy, and encountered more sentient species than I can even fathom...have seen a great many things. But what if I told you..."

Keshin walks at a leisurely pace back towards their table, and then meets their gaze with Joanne's hazel eyes. "...that I might just have something that you've never seen before?" For just the briefest of moments, less than a minute at best, Joanne's eye color seems much, much brighter, maybe a few stages down from emerald or malachite green. Keshin puts his own comm on the table in that same span of time. When Keshin takes his hand off it, the comm crackles and sputters, going dead. It sparks a bit, for a moment, but wood doesn't conduct electricity well.

Keshin clears his throat and coughs, expecting but not entirely thrilled with sudden nausea that takes hold of Joanne's throat and stomach that comes now from even this extremely minimal degree of discharge. Keshin grips the side of the table with Joanne's hand but maintains physical composure. Powerful anxiety takes hold of Joanne, but Keshin doesn't allow it to reach her body. Being a Yeerk had its advantages. <Kess, what, what, what the **** do you think you're doing?! Do you get what you just did?! Why in blue flaming **** would you ever---- You can't-->

<I can. And who knows? Perhaps they won't even have an interest. They'll think it's nothing, perhaps.>
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on January 04, 2018, 05:58:15 AM »
Sorry, still developing that other idea. And catching a shiny Grumpig.

New chapter.

Chef Boy,-Are-Dead

"That still doesn't disprove what I said," Helen said. Cloak was starting think that she was being fairly sanctimonious about this.

"No one said that it did," Az said, trying to defuse the tension. He really should be applauded for undertaking such an endeavor.

Cloak said nothing. He wasn't even really paying attention to the conversation anymore. His interest in it was lost completely.

He was hunched into a more feral position, acting very much like a hungry cat having smelled a mouse. He watched, very carefully observant, with both his eyes and Metalsight (as the floor was metal, despite the heavy soot). Only the tip of his tail moved, twitching ever so slightly, as he pulled his ears flat against his head. He was incredibly focused -- well, as focused as any cat was on a hunt. And he waited. Waited for the one who was creating these holograms to make a move, to make even the slightest vibration through the metal floor. He'd be on them in an instant, with just a feline pounce.

Then came a shrill sound. A sound of exclamation that caused Cloak's fur to bristle. He did not move, though he was tangentially aware that the others had a brief battle with their respective flight or fight responses. They all chose fight, evidently. Cloak chose fight as well, as he was a rather obstinate sort.

The creature was at least five or six times Cloak's height, the top of the dirty white chef's hat it wore actually appearing to clip through the ceiling. It was a fat humanoid creature wearing a filthy white smock and an equally filthy apron. Its head and face looked as if it was melted and had many rolls of fat, and looked far more like a mask that sat directly on the wearer's shoulders, akin to the way the helmet of the Juggernaut (from Marvel Comics) did. Its main body looked rather like a stereotypical fat suit one would wear as a mascot character. In its short, stubby, sausage-like fingers on its left hand it wielded a meat cleaver, that glistened ominously threatening in the low light.

"It's not real," Cloak assured the others, having not stopped his scanning of the room. The one generating this holographic construct was not within the construct again. Cloak tried to pay extra attention to the area that the creature construct did not want them to go near -- but this was exceedingly difficult to discern. The low light wasn't a problem, of course, as Cloak's feline eyes cut through the gloom, but the amount of detris that it could be hiding behind.

It gave another one of those shrill calls -- Cloak really wished it didn't. He really didn't like the sound. But he was prepared to --

But Az beat him to the punch.  The RAFian held his hands outward, forming several thick icicles around this chef construct, sharp points aimed toward the chef's person. It was not unlike Kyurem's Glaciate attack. The chef gave a shriek in alarm.

"I've really have had enough of this," Az said, before his chopped his right hand down as if he was calling for a scheduled fight to begin. The thick icicles became spiked and barbed as the rammed into the chef construct. It shattered within minutes, like a Yu-Gi-Oh! monster.

"It's just scared," Helen insisted.

"Be that as it may, Helen," Cloak said. "It's dangerous. We can handle it because we've experience and powers or equipment in which to competently deal with it. Have you considered the kind of damage it could inflict if it went beyond our borders?"

"It wouldn't --"

"It wouldn't mean to?" Cloak finished. "You can't know its intentions anymore than the rest of us. While it is admirable to see the good in people, its foolish to not even acknowledge the bad, as well."
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