Snypiuer

NEVER MIND!!! I got it and will be introducing something shortly!!!

I've been trying for a while now, does ANYBODY know how I can post an image that is also a link you can click on? I've been able to make them several different ways, but when I post them here, they either don't work or the image doesn't appear. I could just post an image with a link AFTER it, but I have an idea for the site and clickable image links are the hook. IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!

Grabs popcorn and a soda . . .

Well-reasoned, IF Glups could shed excess mass as smaller Glups. I'd have to call that a mutation because Glups grow until their size simply becomes too big to hold together structurally or they, eventually, dry up from lack of absorbing new goo. To be able to excise a portion of itself, a Glup would need to be able to create a pseudo pod or appendage that it then severs. Glups can NOT create pseudo pods or appendages. Even if it could, cutting a piece of itself off, the Glup would lose structural integrity and fall apart. The addition of a new gas or liquid could grant the ability to do so, but that would also fall under the no mutations caveat. The closest I could get involves accidently sliding into a small depression and getting stuck. Not even a big or deep depression in the ground - just enough so a Glup is unable to wiggle hard enough to get out of it. Glups would call it "The Hole". I have no idea how to make that an epic adventure though. I then realize that I'm thinking like a being with arms that can hold a weapon or manipulate objects and legs that can move me from place to place and up, down or around things in my way. A voice that allows me to communicate beyond base emotion or simple expression. Not to mention the lack of knowledge as to what will ACTUALLY happen after my demise. *By the way, the reason Glups have a low-level emphatic connection isn't totally because they share the same goo, it's because the goo, itself, retains the essence and memories of ALL previous forms it took. So, while the community of Glups are only a "not quite" hive mind, each individual Glup, basically IS a hive mind of all its' past selves and each of those past selves are spread out amongst all other Glups that absorbed that goo. So Glups don't actually die, even when they dry up, once their powder is absorbed, they rehydrate and, boom, they're right as rain. Glups are pretty much immortal when you think about it.* So there's the dilemma: NOT what is an epic adventure to ME, what is an epic adventure to a GLUP!? I try to get in the mindset by sitting on my hands, cross legged in the middle of the floor. When my niece comes in and asks what I'm doing, I whisper until she gets close enough to hear, then I wiggle and whisper one-word thoughts like, "bored" or "hungry". By the way, should I be concerned that NO ONE in my family is troubled in the slightest at my behavior? Not one of them has said, "You know what, we ought to have him evaluated." They used to. When I was younger. Now, not so much as a "what have you".😕

Or like the old Spaghetti Westerns where the cowboy is CLEARY inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke and NOT making a deadly threat, THEN you hear him inhale/exhale while his lips move. I think you would do it like Peredhil's example, but you'd have to do it line by line - the original line that the author WANTS the reader to "see" and then, underneath it in brackets, what the reader ACTUALLY "sees".

O.K., I simply don't know how to write this story. Here's the parameters: Naggal is a Glup, from the planet Glup. Glups are, basically, gelatinous cubes with no pseudo pods/appendages (they can't change shape in any way) or acidic digestion. Glup was once a lush garden planet, but it has been millions of years since the cubes (Glups) have, LITERALLY, sanitized the planet - there is NO other life but the cubes. It has been so long since a Glup has had to digest any type of organic matter, the ability to produce acid has been lost for hundreds of thousands of generations. Glups move by jiggling themselves and, slowly, seeing where they go - it's kind of like those old metal football games where you placed plastic players on it, and it vibrates and the players randomly move about the board. Glups are just a LOT slower. Because of this, about 90% of all Glups never wander beyond eyesight (Our eyesight of course, since they don't, you know, have eyes) of where they are created. A Glup will grow until it can no longer hold itself together, at which point it will fall apart, leaving behind goo and small Glups. In order to grow, Glups are able to absorb the goo and, if they move over the smaller Glups, they can mush them into goo and absorb that. If a Glup doesn't grow big enough to fall apart, it will eventually dry up and crumble into a powder that other Glups absorb when it lands on them (when wind blows it about) or they move over it. Because of this, Glups are all, basically, made of the same goo that they have been sharing for countless generations and, therefore have a low-level emphatic connection where they can tell the "emotional" state of nearby Glups - sort of a, not quite, hive-mind. This connection, along with wiggling allows for them to communicate with each other. With all this, Glups don't really even think about dying, they know they will just become part of another Glup and live on. Now, here's my dilemma: Without introducing outside factors such as aliens, demons, mutations, magic, etc. (just regular Glups on planet Glup), write an epic adventure with a heroic Glup named Naggal.

Do you have a link for where you're also posting this?

He does have a dark fantasy trilogy and a crime thriller. The trilogy looks interesting, when I can afford it Imma get it!

*Snypiuer does his writers' energy dance (Yes . . . yes . . . it requires him to be nekkid - sorry)* Hooga hooga HA! HA! Hooga hooga HO! HO! Waga waga WEE! Waga waga WEE! Ooga ooga OOO!!! Hold on, that's some POWERFUL juju coming your way.

I'm not a real big fan of horror, but I've read the descriptions and snippets of some of this authors' work and think a real horror fan would enjoy his books. This is his site: Horror Author David Viergutz He's trying to become a full-time writer, the dream, so give him a look and, if you like his work, recommend him to others.

Snypiuer sees his niece headed from her room to the bathroom. Snypiuer is not wearing his glasses, so he just sees a fuzzy figure . . . with an orange face!? He puts his glasses on and gives out an uncontrollable gasp. Snypiuers' niece is in a makeup faze and follows makeup tutorials . . . yeah. Snypiuer: *GASP!!!* Niece: *Stops and stares at Snypiuer* Snypiuer and niece stare at each other for an uncomfortable moment . . . then, Snypiuer: *Starts to sing* Oompa loompa doompa dee do I've got another puzzle for you Oompa loompa doompa da dee If you are wise you'll listen to me Who do you blame when your kid messes up Covering her face with a bunch of makeup How can you make . . . her understand She looks like she's trying to kill . . . Bat . . . Man You look like a cartoon villain Niece: MOM! *Stomps away* Snypiuer hears his sister in the distance: WHAT THE!? HA! HAHA!! Snypiuer hears the stomping return as his niece enters the bathroom and slams the door. Snypiuer: HEY! Mr. Wonka called, he says you need to get to work because there's so much time and so little to do! No! Wait! Strike that! Reverse it! Niece: *From behind door* YOU'RE NOT FUNNY!!! Snypiuer: YES! YES I AM! AND SO'S YOUR FACE! Snypiuer LOVES his niece! She's his BESTEST BUDDY EVER!

Vibs is actively seeking counseling and Snypiuers' luck is running. And I mean RUN-NING. Once I figure out where to start . . . well . . . we'll see.🥴😵🤯

Please log off at the end of your shift And, your monitor, fully power it down The glow of the screen And electrical hum Makes a hostile workplace, We have found. The demon that lives in your cubicle . . . Of which you were unaware Makes constant HR complaints, And threats of lawsuits, So its presence We now share. No need for concern that it lives there Or to know the reason why Just be mindful that when you leave Be sure to log off, fully power down And if you see the demon DON'T look it in the eye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NEXT LINE: Gently, gently as the shadows grow

Are you thinking of publishing it?

Snypiuer has been busy. How, pray tell - you ask. Well, Snypiuer had accumulated over 4,000 unread emails. So - you respond. Snypiuer also has OCD. Guess what Snypiuer HAS to do with unread emails. Delete them - you ask. No. READ them, ALL - you ask, incredulously. Each and every one. WHY - you ask in disbelief. Because, what if there is something IMPORTANT in one? You stare at Snypiuer. Snypiuer stares back until it becomes uncomfortable, then asks: You know how you lock a door and then you check it to make sure it really IS locked, then you recheck it to make sure you didn't accidently UNLOCK it when you checked to make sure it really IS locked, then you check it AGAIN, just in case you accidently unlocked it when you checked to see if you accidently unlocked it when you checked to make sure it really IS locked, THEN you unlock it and relock it to make sure that the lock actually still works, then you check it to make sure it really IS locked . . . You see where Snypiuer is going with this? Now . . . What if there was something IMPORTANT in one of those emails!?