Flight Rising Discussion

You were just browsing through the forums when an interesting topic caught your eye. 'FR creepypasta', it read. You clicked on it, and were immediately hooked. It ranged from short little jokes to terrifying stories with many paragraphs, and you somehow managed to read the whole thing in one night. And though many stories were excellent indeed, there was one that stood out to you. It contained a Spiral called '26'. The story was just so brilliant and creepy to you-you couldn't stop thinking about it. And then, a wide smile crossed your face as you got just the most wonderful idea. You headed over to the AH, and searched for dragons with gem genes and XXY colors of obsidian and gold. You were expecting to have to do a bit of breeding to get a dragon like 26, but were shocked to see a dragon just like him for a low price! After your initial shock, you immediately try to purchase it. But to your dismay, you're brought to the 'Error 404' page. You downheartedly think that someone else had got to him first. But maybe you could haggle for him? You click the 'Search' button and immediately search for all of the Spiral's characteristics. But immediately after searching, you find out there is no dragon exactly like him at all.

Someone create a creepypasta with what looks like a normal dragon... [img]http://flightrising.com/image_generators/dragonpic2.php?body=30&wing=1&style=9&gender=1&ages=1&prig=13&secg=2&tert=123520&elem=7&tertgene=1&spec=prev.png[/img] ...but isn't a dragon at all. [img]http://flightrising.com/image_generators/dragonpic2.php?body=30&wing=1&style=9&gender=1&ages=1&prig=13&secg=2&tert=123520&elem=77&tertgene=1&spec=prev.png[/img]

It’s about rollover time, and you hop onto flight rising to grab your gathering turns before the site resets. You spit your turns evenly into everything you can do, going from hunting to scavenging. You click to your hoard and convert your food, sell your random materials, and click back to your lair. Instead of going to your lair, you get kicked to the front page as it is rollover time.
When rollover is finally over, you head back to your lair, and notice that all of your dragons are missing their armor, except for your fully gened shadow progenitor, a beautiful female dragon who you decked out in full alabaster filigree armor.

Grunting in frustration, you went to the apparel tab in your hoard to find that none of your armor is there. You check the vault, and find that nothing’s there either, except for the filigree rapier that you got as a present.

Sighing, you took it out of the vault, and proceed to go to your progenitor’s profile, clicking into the apparel tab, wishing you could put it on her. You never had enough gems to get the space you needed to finally finish her armor set because of your tendency to binge buy, but as you looked, you could see that there was indeed an extra, unfilled apparel space.
Quickly, you put the rapier into the free space. You smiled, pumping your arm in triumph.
You clicked back to your lair, and immediately felt uneasy.

You were met with a den full of unnamed hatchlings. They all had the image of the broken egg that represented an eternal youth dragon. The only dragon still named was your progenitor.
Suddenly, you felt the urge to go to your nest for no real reason. When you got there, you saw your progenitor next to one of the nests with one purely black egg in the nest. There was no male dragon, and you hadn’t bred this dragon in years.

The nest as ready to hatch, so you pressed the hatch button, despite to horrible feeling of foreboding that you were getting.
Instantly, you regretted your decision, being met with the image of a broken egg with black sludge flowing out of it.
Startled and afraid, you go back to your lair. Now all of your dragons are gone except for your progenitor, who now has the full bloody bandages set in place of the filigree armor, and a seemingly corrupted image of what seemed to somewhat take the shape of a mirror, guardian, imperial, and wildclaw all mixed up.

Hands shaking, you clicked on the dragon, and was met with a terrifying sight.
“No.” You gasped as your eye fell onto the unmistakable shape of an Emperor dragon.
The base body of this abomination was not an imperial at all, but took the shape of some unknown breed. The 10 other heads, however, had their mouths gaping in what seemed like fear or pain. They were all imperials from your clan or a dragon that you previously owned, but was mysteriously turned into an imperial, and each one was a different flight, except for Shadow.

Suddenly you notice the name.
“THE FIRST” was in bold and caps.
You clicked over to your progenitor, who still was completely normal, despite the bloody bandages, and scrolled down to her info box.
A shiver ran down your spine as you read the words,”A lone shadow will be the first to bring darkness upon the lands of Sornieth”
Terrified, you flee to the forums and go to the help center, only to be met with a page full of the terrified complaints of the players. Clicking to other’s lairs, you find the same sight you had in your own lair. A shadow dragon with the full bloody bandage set, and an Emperor dragon.
They all had names like,”THE 27584375TH” and,”THE THIRTIETH”
Suddenly, you’re kicked from the game.

You know it’s not rollover, so you cautiously click the refresh button.
When the page reloads, you are met with all of the dragons on the front page being replaced with Emperor dragons, and the flight rising logo completely missing.
The profile images of Undel, Aequorin, Xhaztol, and Mutron have all been replaced with images of their own specific Emperor dragons.

The page suddenly reloads once more on it’s own.
Under latest news, there is only one post now.
The picture on the update post was completely black with no text in it. But under it, the update said,”The shade has returned to take what belongs to it.”
Suddenly, the page reloaded once more, and you waited in anticipation for the page to return, but you are suddenly met with a 404 error saying that the page www1.flightrising.com does not exist.

Thoroughly shaken, you leave the page and go do something else.
A few days go by with the site still giving the same error whenever you go to it, and trying to get into it any other way causes your browser to randomly crash.
One faithful day, however, the site returned.

It was the same as how you left it, but now, your old progenitor was gone, replaced with the terrifying corrupted lair image of “THE FIRST”, and your lair was filled to the brim with breeds of dragon completely unknown to you.
You clicked to the Emperor's page.
It had the full bloody bandage set on, and was just as menacing as it was earlier, but it was the info box that scared you the most.
“Let the reign of the Shade begin.”

@hearttale Emperors are Imperial zombies, created by fusing many Imperials after their death. You can read about them here!

@Hearttale
Oh! Thanks! I would tell you what Imperials are, but I think that tahwarts got ya covered.

Scary storybook

The ribbon, by Edgar Allen Pearlcatcher.

One night, A group of dragons went out to hunt for the clan. The group was made up of four dragons who separated to do their own work. One of the dragons was a Beautiful mirror, an xxx obsidian female with crystal, facet, and glimmer genes, whose name was Lace. She was the best hunter in her clan, but she preferred to hunt alone. Crouching, she followed the heat signature of an onyx cobra until it suddenly disappeared.
Confused, she sat back, cocking her head. She sniffed, and then recoiled in disgust as the horrible scent of death came to her.
She leapt forwards, fear pricking her heart as she moved towards the scent.
She finally came to the source of the smell.
A dead dragon, laying in blood crusted grass and ferns, was beginning to show the first signs of rot.
Lace stalked forward, advancing slowly, the jumped back as a maggot wiggled out from under the bow on the dragon’s neck.
Lace struck out, catching the maggot on her claw, and swallowed it. After all, she was hunting for herself as well as her clan.
She came closer and tucked her claws under the spot where she found the maggot, and pulled up.
She saw the dragon’s head come off of the body with a wet squelching sound. Feeling bile rise in her throat, she let go, and stepped back.
She turned to leave, but before she could, her eye was drawn to the bow on the dead dragon’s neck.
It was a pretty dark red ribbon that, though she did not really wear apparel normally, seemed to synchronise with her. Before she realized it, her claws were skillfully detaching the ribbon from the dragon.
Tying it securely around her own neck, she slipped away from the grizzly scene so that she could continue her hunt.
Finally satisfied with her catch, she returned to her clan, ate, and retired to her den.
For the next few days, things were fine. Everything was normal, except the fact that the ribbon around Lace’s neck had become slightly tighter every morning for some inexplicable reason. Even so, it was never any problem, because she always just loosened it.
However, one night was different. After a long day of rounding up hatchlings that had escaped their nest, she laid down to rest, but found that she couldn’t, because the ribbon around her neck had become tighter.
Digging her claw under it, she tried to loosen it as usual, but it wouldn’t budge. She tugged harder, but It still wouldn’t move. She tried to untie the bow, but then felt something hot and wet on her claws.
Looking down, she saw blood coating her claws.
She suddenly became aware of just how tight the ribbon was around her neck.
Letting out a strangled roar, she stumbled blindly out of her den and took to the skies, frantically scratching and clawing at her neck and the ribbon with her sharp talons, drawing blood with every scratch.
Writhing, she fell back to the ground quite far from the clan camp.
The ribbon was getting too tight, she couldn’t breathe.
She stomped through the undergrowth, bloodstained grass following her wild and panicked rampaging.
Suddenly, Lace stopped in her tracks, and slumped to the ground, blood covering the grass she laid.
Her eyes growing dull, her body twitched once and fell still. Just under the place where the ribbon was tied, blood flowed, hot and sticky. If you looked closely, you could already see a fat maggot burrowing just under the dead mirror’s flesh.

Here's a page out of the Scary storybook inspired by the info box saying that you shouldn't read the one about the neck ribbon. I was bored. :)
Also, bad puns are really bad.
Note: I know the story, but I wanted to do something different from what it's supposed to be.

[quote name="AimzVador" date=2017-11-06 10:14:28] Inverntory limits for your hoard. Now that's scary [/quote] Oh dear. That's probably the scariest thing on this thread...