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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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unicornsrule626
So i'm a pretty positive person and love to be positive all the time. And sometimes i hide my emotions from my sister and family, who are all also very positive and supportive. I don't know why i do it, i just don't like to cry in front of them. I usually wait till my sister is asleep and everyone is downstairs then i lock myself in the bathroom and cry my heart out, then i dry my eyes and walked out like nothing has happened. Is this a problem?  Or is it just my teenage brain making my act all weird? Please give me some advice
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December 27 :/
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my bday is may 9th!!
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ThePaleWalker636
(Requested by @snoopynwoodstock123 ) (Sorry this one's shorter than usual. I wanted it to be to the point, but it was fun to write. Enjoy!) Shin and Oka were bent over an array of smoking potions, dark vials, and musty powders, arranging them in the intricate patterns of ritual. Silent except for panicked, labored breathing, Oka grabbed a vial of a sickeningly sweet, dark red liquid and began tracing the lines of charcoal pencil already drawn onto the stone floor. Oka closed her eyes for a second, holding her breath. “Shin, hand me the book.”  He did so with trembling hands, and Oka turned to the proper page of the dusty book. The pages almost crumbled in her hands because of age and wear. The exotic and disgusting ingredients, the pentagram drawn upon the floor, and the pages and pages of Latin text proved that this was not your every-day ritual, but instead the last ditch effort of defeated prey to escape from a hunter that prowled throughout the hallways, prodded on by insane lust. For the past six hours, a first year student had been rampaging throughout the school, slaughtering all in her path, and, after being contacted by the police, she took hostages of all surviving the initial attack. Oka and Shin had just managed to escape and begin to prepare an attack of the supernatural kind. Oka took a deep breath and began reading the accursed text. Shin held his breath as the words on the water-damaged page began to glow a faint red, glowing brighter and brighter and pulsating like a heartbeat as the seconds ticked by, each feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, they heard a sound that sent chills like spiders of ice racing down their backs: a giggle, a laugh from just beyond the door and footsteps prowling the surrounding halls. There was a monster lurking outside with an intent to kill. Oka’s voice lowered to a barest whisper, but she could not stop the chant, or they would have to begin the process over again, and that would take time they didn’t have. The footsteps grew closer, each foot fall sounding like a sledgehammer in the silence of the corpse-ridden school, echoing in the ears of the two hidden students. Shin began to tremble, and Oka wanted comfort him so badly, but she could not put down the candle of dripping black wax in her hand or murmur any words except for the ancient Latin text. Then, with a glint in his eye of fierce determination, Shin stood up, and Oka’s eyes followed him curiously while her mouth continued to usher forth the chant. What was he-? “Oka,” he whispered. “She- no, it is going to find us before the ritual is complete.” Oka’s eyes suddenly widened in panic as she began to predict in her mind what he would say next. Shin continued, “I won’t be of much help in the fight, but I can be a distraction.” Shin held up is hands to try and calm Oka as she began to shake her head furiously, but unable to say any words to stop him. “It’ll buy enough time for you to achieve power enough to stop her. Goodbye, my friend.” Shin bent down and gently kissed Oka on the forehead. Oka screamed internally, begging him not to go, but he could not hear her thoughts. With the fate of a martyr before him, Shin reached up to the door that was framed by streams of light, and at the last second, he turned back to Oka and smiled sadly. He blinked, and a single tear rolled down his face. Then his head turned back to his fate. He reached up, and pushed the door open. The last seconds he was in view felt like slow motion as Shin stepped away from the dark room into the harsh, unyielding light that enveloped him like a gateway to wherever Shin was going after death. Then, the door swung shut. Oka could only watch the doors close and hear the echoing screams of laughter and the disgusting sounds of a knife penetrating human flesh. Screams were swiftly silenced but ended with bubbling croaks. Oh, Shin, she thought in agony to herself as tears streamed down her face. Shin, why did you have to do that? Curse this ritual that prevented me from saving him, from stopping him! It’s all my fault, oh, Shin!! A final, gasping gurgle issued from the space outside, signaling Shin’s death.  Oka said the ending words of the ritual with gasping, sobbing breaths. A dark mist began to swirl, like living shadows, and Oka could feel the rush of strength and passion that was poured into her form as arms, pale as ghosts with fingernails red as blood, erupted from the ground like hellish flowers in a circle around the now-floating Oka. They responded to her thought and will, twitching with anticipation of vengeance. Oka could feel the strength and speed coursing through these new extensions to her form. With a mere flick of her finger, the arms reached up and tore the door separating Oka from her enemy effortlessly, leaving the doorway dusty and open. Yandere-chan, the monster, a psychopath for love, stepped through the door way, covered with the blood of one of Oka’s only friends. She looked at Oka while stroking her dripping blade with the look of someone exhilarated by the thought of a true fight at last, and Oka screamed with tormented laughter somehow more nightmarish than Yandere-chan’s own. This was going to be a hell of a fight.  
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endlesssky
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