JackMoz
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(OOC: This is a thread to follow the adventures of Lum, a politically correct tentacle monster who wishes to fight the stereotyping of tentacle monsters everywhere, while (unsuccessfully) repressing his own tentacle desires. If you'd like to jump in, please instant message me with your idea for joining).
Lum was depressed. It had happened to him again. A super villian had wanted to recruit Lum to help the super villian conquer the world. Lum's job was to detain and simultaneously ravish several superheroines at once.
Not that Lum minded simultaneously ravishing several superheroines at once. But still, Lum felt it made him seem so....one-dimensional. Ralph loved the finer things of life: classical music, renaissance arts, superheroines with great heaving bosoms and silken thighs...
Steady there, Lum.
Lum pondered as he absent mindedly scratched his trunk with a tentacle. Why must everyone try to pigeon hole me, he thought. Lum thought he was actually a rather good looking fellow, as tentacle monsters went. He was twelve feet tall with dark blue eyes (seven of them). He wasn't slimy at all. He didn't produce slime, or ichor, or ooze, or anything. Well, occasionally saliva, but he had to adapt one of his tentacles for sucking or tasting to do that. His skin was smooth with a very light white fur. His tentacles were incredibly flexible, adaptable and morphable. And Lum wasn't even a carnivor or a herbivore. He collected energy from the sun, and once in a while, he would root himself to gather water and nutrients from the soil. Lum was environmentally friendly, politically progressive, aesthetically appreciative.
So why did everyone want to typecast him?
Lum sighed again. Maybe he should get some kind of therapy. That seemed to be in vogue these days.
Lum was depressed. It had happened to him again. A super villian had wanted to recruit Lum to help the super villian conquer the world. Lum's job was to detain and simultaneously ravish several superheroines at once.
Not that Lum minded simultaneously ravishing several superheroines at once. But still, Lum felt it made him seem so....one-dimensional. Ralph loved the finer things of life: classical music, renaissance arts, superheroines with great heaving bosoms and silken thighs...
Steady there, Lum.
Lum pondered as he absent mindedly scratched his trunk with a tentacle. Why must everyone try to pigeon hole me, he thought. Lum thought he was actually a rather good looking fellow, as tentacle monsters went. He was twelve feet tall with dark blue eyes (seven of them). He wasn't slimy at all. He didn't produce slime, or ichor, or ooze, or anything. Well, occasionally saliva, but he had to adapt one of his tentacles for sucking or tasting to do that. His skin was smooth with a very light white fur. His tentacles were incredibly flexible, adaptable and morphable. And Lum wasn't even a carnivor or a herbivore. He collected energy from the sun, and once in a while, he would root himself to gather water and nutrients from the soil. Lum was environmentally friendly, politically progressive, aesthetically appreciative.
So why did everyone want to typecast him?
Lum sighed again. Maybe he should get some kind of therapy. That seemed to be in vogue these days.