Happy Halloween, everyone! It's only fair to tell a scary story for the occasion, and having finished this one a few days back I figured now was as good a time as any to post it. This is the first adapted story of mine, i.e. originally written by someone else, but rewritten and expanded on a bit by myself. Several CBT blogs I know of have done the same thing with other stories floating around on the Internet, so it's not like I'm alone in doing that lol, but the original was just so good even if it was quite clear that the original writer's first language wasn't English. More or less everything from the original was kept intact here, save for grammatical corrections on my part; I did, however, add a few... personal touches. I don't know if the original writer is still active, since the last activity on their blog was around seven or eight months ago, but I hope they don't mind this version existing online!
While he isn't outright named in the fic itself, the original writer clearly intended for the hapless victim to be Sol Badguy, the main protagonist of the Guilty Gear videogame series, and the above artwork (which is just one of those provided in the source links below) clearly indicates as such. My knowledge of Guilty Gear is unfortunately extremely lacking, but the story itself was written so that in-depth familiarity of the games isn't required, which is a huge plus. As such, the same can be said for this adaptation, though if you remove or adjust certain parts of it such as physical description and abilities, you can imagine basically anyone you desire as the victim. In any case, I know what you're all really here for, and hopefully this delivers. :)
The original version of this story will also be posted on this blog soon, for reference. Again, the original writer of this story was not me, but I highly recommend checking out their art and writing. Fans of CBT and especially tentacles certainly won't be disappointed! ;D
Guilty Gear (c) Team Neo Blood
Sources:
- https://iceweaver.tumblr.com/post/169431185139/when-the-flame-of-corruption-disappeared-in
- https://iceweaver.tumblr.com/post/169431470649/long-time-passed-by-the-hunter-slowly
- https://iceweaver.tumblr.com/post/169431532004/after-several-days-that-unbridled-milking
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When The Flame Of Corruption Disappeared (Skaea version)
Adapted by Skaea, originally by iceweaver
Contains: */M ballbusting, urethral sounding, and graphic testicular harm. NSFW.
Word Count: 7,050
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In a faraway land, beyond the prying eyes of civilization, there lies a pristine forest that is surrounded by the tallest and most treacherous mountains in the region. The lush, verdant branches seem to cut the sunshine into pieces, just like the shards of the crystals are shining upon the ground below. The floating particles that are always in the atmosphere seem to linger, and to reflect the psychedelic glimmer.
This lush green forest is often shrouded in a dense fog, the kind that indicates the presence of water vapor. If one is quiet, and listening attentively, it may seem that they can hear a distant waterfall, its cascade singing in the temperate air. In addition to the sylph often playing at the treetops, causing the boughs to rustle, the songs of birds staking out their territory also add a sense of liveliness to this otherwise silent forest.
“The Emerald Fog,” that is what the locals call it. But here of all places, in such a beautiful forest, there has been a strange rumor circulating recently…
Outside the forest, there is a town of considerable size located in the foot of the hills. The infrastructure is all but perfect, and people live and work here without fear or misery. It can be described as like a sparrow, small but complete in every detail, seemingly unassuming but with a harmonious song that clearly advertises its presence. One of the prominent spots for travelers here is a well-known inn. The wooden house, although lacking in exquisite and beautiful decoration, has a simple design which is very suitable for welcoming those hoping to spend the night here. There is a tavern opposite the inn as well, always noisy and bustling with activity. If travelers wish to collect intelligence or understand the local situation, all they need is just come here.
But whenever any new visitor arrives, the local residents will warn them: If you want to enter or through The Emerald Fog, please be careful. The forest has something horribly wrong within its depths, and some people have gone missing. Some people will go missing.
It is not known when it started, but after the first few were taken, news quickly spread, attracting the concern of all walks of life. The bravest people of the village formed a team to investigate, but the investigation was unsuccessful. Many entered. No one has returned.
After that first attempt, although there were more investigate teams formed, and although many mercenaries from neighboring regions went with them, they were all lost regardless, and none know their whereabouts to this day. The truth remained covered by clouds, making people all over the region begin to panic.
In the wake of these mysterious disappearances, the village soon became the epicenter of a great uproar. Authorities and people of power presented the promise of a high reward, asking the bounty hunters to find out the truth. If the events had anything to do with monsters, if such monsters existed, then the hunters had to be sure to completely eliminate them.
So it was that the matter eventually passed to the ears of one man in particular, a person who was partaking in the trip around the world to complete commissions of his own. It was only a matter of time before this one began drawing his interest.
This bounty hunter, unlike the rest, had come prepared. He had, alone and with no allies, strove to complete a variety of extremely difficult tasks and succeeded, carrying his beloved sword as his only armament. Said sword was now sheathed as he entered the hub building where his colleagues gathered, and soon came across the task board. His eyes met at all kinds of graded commissions, but it was less than a minute before he quickly tore off the one with the highest difficulty rating on it, and left without a word.
”Difficulty levels SSS: Unravel the truth of the disappearance events in the forest.”
