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Freaks of Nature?

Getting your tongue pierced is nothing compared to what some of these guys have done to their body. If your mom squawked at the tongue piercing, she should meet Enigma and his horns. Is it possible to grow horns? You tell us. Which, if any, of these freak of nature stories are made up?

Lizard Tongue

And you thought biting your tongue hurt. Lizardman purposely sliced his tongue in two, from about the middle to the end. Ouch! With a tongue like that, there's no question where he got his name. With time, patience and practice, Lizardman could even move each side of his tongue separately. Lizardman also had his skin tattooed with green scales and put subdermal implants above his eyebrow. Now he has small round lumps there instead of hair. The split tongue is just the beginning of his lizard look.

Devil With Horns?

Who says only devils have horns? Enigma's not a devil but he has the horns. They aren't big now but give him some time. Horns are put under the skin in stages. Each stage is called a generation. Enigma was on his fourth generation not that long ago. At that time he had 3/4 inch Teflon horns in his forehead. He plans on having horns over an inch high by his seventh generation. He also has blue jigsaw puzzle pieces tattooed all over him - but that's nothing compared to those horns.

Most Tattooed Man

Tattoos aren't anything new. People have been changing their skin color for years. Lots of people get one, two or even a few tattoos in their lifetime. Then there's Tom Leppard. The retired soldier holds the record for the most tattooed man. He has 99.9 percent of his body tattooed. The only parts of his body that he hasn't tattooed are the insides of his ears and the skin between his toes. And just what does Tom have tattooed all over his body? Leopard spots, of course.

What do you think? Is one of these stories made up? Are all of them made up? Take our poll and see what others think.

Last week I wrote about strange diseases. Some of you are obviously on top of your medical symptoms. None of those diseases are made up - so don't compliment blue skinned people or hairy people on their Halloween costume if it's not October 31st.

Here are last week's poll results:

Which One of These Stories is Made up?

Vampire disease: 28 percent
Blue skinned: 42 percent
Werewolf syndrome: 0 percent
None of them: 28 percent

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Which Story is Made up?

  • Lizard Tongue.
  • Devil with Horns.
  • Most Tattooed Man.
  • None of them.

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(So, along with being a fanfiction of  The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time , this story is an attempt at a [character] x reader thing, with Duana representing the reader. It'll be Sheik x reader, but... well, you'll see how it works in the story. There'll be plenty of action and people-hitting to go 'round during it, and the buildup to the ship will be gradual. I promise that things that happen in parts 1-3 aren't necessarily terrible attempts at showing affection. I'm not sure how long it'll go, but it'll have at least ten parts of varying length. At the moment, I have four parts done, but I'll not be posting twice in a day. Feel free to voice any ideas or opinions through comments/PM! If you don't like it, I'd appreciate  constructive criticism , not a rant. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!) Part One A Man and a Lyre [Image courtesy of some random person on the Internet. Taken from Google Images.] Duana’s eyes snapped open. A forest. But her last memory was… of being cut into by a Thief's scimitar and falling… in the desert . Was this death? She grunted; attempted getting up. Failed. The nausea finally registered, and the trees spun about her vision. But she couldn’t go unconscious. The king’s forces could be anywhere. Duana would be easy pickings if she was unconscious and they happened to stumble upon her. A second attempt at rising succeeded, and she tightly gripped a tree, sagging against it as the spinning intensified, and she nearly vomited. Slowly, it faded, and she became alert again. She stood upright, looking around; scanning for signs of movement. Her sharp, red eyes at first saw nothing, then noticed a slight trembling of some undergrowth. Duana tensed, but knew she wouldn’t put up much of a fight--regardless of whether she actually fought or decided to run. Promptly, the swaying increased, and then the bushes parted… and a figure came into sight, heading straight towards Duana… ...with the red eye and tear on the navy blue tunic he wore. His eyes were also red, and his ears were pointed. The symbol was the symbol of Duana’s own race; a people trained in shadow and dedicated to protecting the royal family as well as their country, but who had failed miserably in it. Duana gasped in relief, releasing the tension. “I was so paranoid that you were someone working for Ganondorf….” The young man, a fellow Sheikah, tilted his head and frowned. “Ganondorf? He was exiled two decades ago.” “Wha…?” “Nabooru, Sage of Spirit, is now temporarily serving as the Gerudo queen until the next male is born. How do you not know this?” “I….” He peered at her. “What tribe are you from?” “Kakariko.” For a few seconds, he remained staring silently, his face unreadable. “What is your name? And who is your father?” “Duana. My father is Alechjo.” “Alechjo… he doesn’t have a daughter named Duana.” “What… what tribe are you from, then? What is your name?” He paused, drawing himself from thought. “Sheik, son of Geron, of Kakariko. You seem discombobulated. Are you alright?” Duana smiled. Her lips parted to say something, but another wave of nausea slammed into her. It felt like a punch, and she lurched, but the tree kept her upright. “I’m sure you’re not alright,” Sheik firmly said. As he dug through a pouch on his belt, Duana then noticed the lyre peeking around him, held in place on his back by a leather strap running across his chest in a diagonal line. Some of his blond hair escaped a ponytail a few inches long, hanging around his face as it was bent to see inside the pouch.
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