Stream 5





The camera buzzes to life. This time there is fanfare. Digital, yes, but confetti covers the screen, a tune is played on what sounds like a dozen trumpets, and a pair of animated characters appear on the screen. One looks like a cartoon-ified version of the host of the stream, jumping up into frame. The other is an animated version of the bunny girl. The two of them do a quick little dance before retrea

The Jaggies.





They weren’t typically a problem. Small lizards, not even half the size of the “Great” counterpart. Jagras were scavengers. Small, nimble, quick. They typically ate whatever Great Jagras didn’t. They were also rather easy to kill. Hunters to the New World and Astera always started their journey by slaying anywhere between 6 and 20 Jagras. They weren’t dangerous. At all.

Stream 4





The camera buzzed to life, an excitable little rabbit’s face taking up the screen. They smiled, winking before sitting back. Behind them, fiddling with something off camera, was the usual host. “Heya folks. So we haven’t quite reached the donation goal yet, so our little fairy friend won’t be spelunking with a coating a wolf spunk. We’re all hoping for the goal to be made t

The

Stress Eater

.





Twilight didn’t want to do this one. Not at all. She didn’t like snakes; she didn’t like legless reptiles. Anything that moved in a seemingly nonsensical way but still made faster progress on no legs than some animals made on four did not make sense to her. And snakes she’d always seen as slimy. But she

Stream 3.





The camera buzzes to life, static at first with jumbled barely audible words as it focuses. Before long, a familiar wolf face is seen, just barely under the desk as he fiddles with something. Seated behind him, a new girl. This one is a rabbit with dark fur, long ears, a tuft of shoulder length blonde hair going from the middle of her head down behind her left ear, and no clothing to speak of.

The camera buzzed to life, a notification ping sounding. Aaron looked at it and sighed. “Hey everyone. Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. It’s been a while. Finals week hit, my friend got sick, I lost my part time job. It…” he paused and sighed again. World weary, tired, broken. “It just sucks.” Notification pings made him look up.

“No, she’s… she’s fine. She’s recovering but it’s slow going.” He

A camera buzzes to life, revealing a rather plain room. White walls, a white door opened into what looked like a closet. A messy table loaded with random bits and bobs sat under a window. The blinds to said window were closed, save for a single square in the bottom corner where six of the slats were broken. Commotion can be heard from somewhere in front of the camera, followed by a thunk that shakes the view.

“Ow, shit, fuck… Why does the plug have to be th

The Riddle Master.





Twilight stared at the unmoving statue in front of her. Her guide had to be pulling her leg. That was a statue. She knew sphinxes were real. Right? AK Yearling wrote about one in her books. If she’d encountered one, they had to be real. But this was just a statue. The head was pony like with a lion’s halo of fur rather than a pony’s stripe of a mane. The body was lion. The ta