ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴏʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ! ══════════════════════════════════ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ: ○ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ○ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ: ɴᴏ ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ (ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ) ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏx ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ══════════════════════════════════ I have put new sprites, Lightfox Engine and Lightfox Sketch, to show what a "lightfox" would look like if you choose to use my story. Thank you, and enjoy my entry!
I am writing this in 2nd person, assuming that the person reading will be the fox. -- Entry -- You hear the crunching of leaves under your feet as you run. Where to? You don't know. You just know you have to run. Keep running. You need to get as far away as possible. So you're following this light. It gives you something to do, you know. It's going in the right direction. And, you're kind of curious. What is it? Yet you can never seem to catch up to it. At least it gives you something to run towards. You're far away enough now. But you can't stop running. And running. Why? You don't know. Is it something to do with that mysterious light? You don't know. But you keep running. And running. You get faster and faster and faster, until everything looks like a blur. Except the light. The light. The light. And then, it stops. You stop. Then you keep going. You touch the light, and you are transformed. You become the light. Or were you always? Were you ever a fox, running? Were you ever not the light? You are the light. You soar through the skies, guiding many fearful foxes to their new homes, each becoming a light as you guide them. You become a skulk of light-foxes, away from the world. Away from fear. -- The end! I hope you liked it! --
