Can someone write a short story/fanfic with Marsey as a character? I can pay up to 1000 DC. You choose how much you want. If I'm out of coins, I guess I can try drawing Marsey artwork for you or wait until I have more coins. There are a lot of things I don't know how to draw though.
No sexual content or anything like that please.
No plagiarism!
Some ideas (you don't have to choose any of these):
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Marsey being a troll or causing drama
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Marsey raising kittens
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Marsey's backstory (make one up)
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Marsey being a hate symbol
If you have a story idea, you can comment the idea first and post the story once you're done with it.
Edit: I'm pinning all original stories that are more than a few sentences long.
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Once again Marsey was hearing furious clicking and keyboard tapping noises coming from the basement, the curious percussion was only briefly stopped by exclamations of "Stochastic terrorism!" "Does he not know this violates ROfC #23?" and other even more eccentric cursing. Marsey never understood her owner's son, she had been adopted by the Akins' for about four years now yet she could count on one paw how many times she saw him leaving the house.
Even fewer times had she managed to sneak in and explore the basement. The last time she got in there was probably about a year ago, a long time in cat years. Much to her disappointment there wasn't much in there other than piles of books, an old bed covered with ragged blankets and empty pill bottles. Everything in there looked old and unkempt, except for a computer. The bright shine of the monitor contrasted deeply with the dark ambient surrounding it. Marsey had looked at the monitor, but all she saw was some weird orange and white website (great colors on a cat, but otherwise not very interesting!) and quickly lost interest and decided on leaving the room before her owner's son came back.
"Rule violation number 7.21! That's an indefinite ban!" - the noises from the basement continued and snapped Marsey back to the present. In a single jump she managed to reach the wooden window sill, where the wind blew through her fur.
Outside the Sun shined bright. Marsey then jumped down masterfully, landing on the grass.
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That's great and all, but I asked for my burger without cheese.
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