Dove Crow

Hi, just wondering if there is a specific way I should be writing October’s prompt. Like in a third person god-like way (He walked through the woods at night) or as if they are telling a story (“It was a cold dark night….”)

Jenny151618
There is no specific way you should be writing your entry for this month - it’s entirely up to you! :)

Nothing is so frightening as what’s behind the closed door. The audience holds its breath along with the protagonist as she/he (more often she) approaches that door. The protagonist throws it open, and there is a ten-foot-tall bug. The audience screams, but this particular scream has an oddly relieved sound to it. ‘A bug ten feet tall is pretty horrible’, the audience thinks, ‘but I can deal with a ten-foot-tall bug. I was afraid it might be a hundred feet tall Stephen King

This is by Bruce

My October entry featuring my Blue Morpho butterfly Ninn <3 https://www.mycenacave.com/profile/pet/7162

My October entry can be found here. It’s something of a continuation from last month’s, but can be read on its own.
I tried for different kind of horror. Comes with a warning because of bad abuse.

Features Alex and Will

((Edit: I just want to mention that the art is completely original for this event, I just decided to also use the version without ghosts on Bismuth’s profile because then it’s not seasonal.))

I decided to try something a bit out of my comfort zone this time - charcoal! *dramatic violins* This drawing features Faye, telling an innocent tale with shadow puppets - but his fleeting creations may be more sinister than they seem….

I am so sorry for how long my entries end up running OTL

Here is my October entry! It features Sen and Amatsuki.

Thank you to everyone who entered October’s Mycenaissance! We had a great time reading your campfire stories! :D

We had 9 qualifying entries this month, which means we will be drawing our standard four winners. Each will receive a random Cave Capsule!

1. jenny151618
2. thewordeater
3. OregonCoast
4. Hyasynthetic
5. Nyhkan
6. Losty
7. Vely
8. Unspoken
9. azurrys

Congratulations to Vely, Hyasynthetic, [@Unspoken], and Losty! Each of you will be receiving a random Cave Capsule shortly, and participation prizes will also be distributed ASAP!

This month’s spotlight is awarded to azurrys’ submission. Azurrys, please let us know which of October’s OotS items (Faerie Chimes or Midsummer Fantasia) you would like to receive as your prize!

The full submission is quoted below, but you may also read it in its original post here

Warnings: mentions of death, non-explicit sexual content

“To this day, I still don’t understand why humans like ghost stories.”

Sen’s tone was amused, as it always was when he spoke of humans. Amatsuki laughed, sidling a little closer to lay his hand over Sen’s. The campfire crackled merrily at their feet, scattering bright embers across the night. Whatever Sen said, it was the perfect night for a ghost story. “It’s the thrill,” Amatsuki answered. “The fear of the unknown. Humans don’t know anything about ghosts—or if they exist—and that’s what make ghost stories so fun. At least, that’s how it was for me.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Amatsuki. You know ghosts exist now; we’ve met a few. Where’s the element of the unknown for you, hmm?”

Amatsuki poked Sen lightly. “Quiet. You promised. Now tell me your ghost story. You’re a demon—you must have better ghost stories than humans.”

Sen sighed exaggeratedly, but from the deep breath he drew afterwards, he was ready to begin. Amatsuki sat up a little straighter, focusing his full attention on him. “This story is an old one. You may have said that demons have better stories, but I actually first heard this from a human, though a demon gave me a much more detailed account later on.” Sen glanced over, as though to make sure Amatsuki was still listening. “It starts in a mountain temple, far from civilisation. There was only one village nearby at the base of the mountain, and after a temple was built within the village proper, the mountain temple barely ever saw a visitor. The temple was tended by a lone monk who dedicated his life and soul to its upkeep. Some say he was the most pious of all; that no other monk in the region, or maybe even the country, could hold a candle to his devotion.

“But eventually, the man’s faith was defeated by time. And with his passing, the temple fell to ruin.”

Sen was now staring steadily ahead, his gaze fixed on the campfire. With the bright glow picking out the colours in Sen’s inhumanly pale features, he almost looked human himself. Amatsuki could barely bear to take his eyes off him. “It was then that the rumours started. While the temple itself was no longer a place of worship, travellers through the mountain range often took shelter beneath its roof. Not all was well, however, for these travellers emerged with strange and fantastic tales of their experience.”

Sen paused, seemingly lost in memory. Amatsuki gave him a moment or two before his curiosity got the better of him. “What did they say?” he asked.

“Most of the stories had common elements. The first was that travellers didn’t realise it was abandoned until later. Some said that when they came across the temple, they saw lit candles within. The altars were tended to, with fresh fruit and burning incense laid out as offerings. Nobody appeared to greet them, of course, but they simply assumed that the monk had stepped out.

“As for where the stories differed, that would depend on the traveller. Some would bed down in the temple without disturbing the altars, and though the candles were burnt out the next morning, everything was always otherwise undisturbed when they went on their way. Those travellers never had good stories to share, beyond being mildly unnerved that the temple had appeared occupied when it was, in fact, abandoned. It was when travellers were disrespectful that the stories became interesting.”

Sen stopped again, infuriatingly. Amatsuki realised that he must have drawn closer somewhere along the way; Sen’s hand now rested on the small of his back, and their thighs were almost touching. “And then?” Amatsuki pressed, sure that Sen was waiting on all the dramatic moments just to frustrate him. From the faint smirk that Sen gave him, he was right.

“Well, where do I start? Let’s give a hypothetical name to this pair I’ll be talking about… let’s say the Chang brothers. They were hiking across the mountains together for sport, and like so many others, they decided to spend the night at the temple.

“Unfortunately, they were also woefully uncivilised. Upon realising that the monk was out, they decided to help themselves to what little the temple had to provide. The first thing they did was pick out the best fruits from the offering dishes for their meal. The fruits looked much more appetising than their dried rations, after all. When they had eaten their fill, they began to lay out their bedding for the night, but the younger brother noted that the temple floor was dirty—dusty, scuffed, and with the evidence of numerous animal visits upon it. To that end, the brother suggested they make their beds on a much cleaner place: the altars.”

“…You can’t be serious. Did they believe in another religion?” Amatsuki paused, frowned and shook his head. “Never mind. Even if they did, that was just rude.”

Sen laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair. Amatsuki was about to launch a protest when Sen picked up the story again, and the words lodged in his mouth. “Well, whether or not they were believers, the Chang brothers agreed this was a wonderful idea. They removed the idols, dusted the altars off, and settled in for a good night’s sleep… or so they hoped.”

Sen glanced over at Amatsuki, and he must have been satisfied with what he saw, since he began again without a delay. “No human truly knows what went down that night. The next day, a villager hiking up the mountain met them halfway along the path—but they were barely recognisable. According to this man, the brothers were stark, raving mad. They scrambled down the mountain path as though demons were on their tail, screaming unintelligibly and shoving at each other as if the other was but an obstacle to escape. The villager barely got out of the way in time, and watched in disbelief as they simply stampeded past him, completely heedless of his calls. It was as though they no longer heard or understood human words.

Several paces down the path was a narrow pass, just barely the width of one person. Travellers knew to traverse the pass with caution, for a single wrong move could cause one to plummet down the cliffside to certain death. The villager called out a warning to the brothers, but it was again unheeded. He watched in horror as the two brothers’ desperate struggle reached its peak—and together, they both tumbled down the sheer cliff face, never to be seen again.”

Sen fell silent after that, and Amatsuki let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he was holding. For a long moment, the only break in the silence was the sound of the crackling fire. It almost came as a shock to Amatsuki when Sen spoke again, his voice quiet. “The villager was greatly shaken by what he had witnessed, but he nevertheless decided to press on to the temple to gather his nerves before returning to the village. It was there that he saw what the Chang brothers had done to the temple, and he began to put the pieces together. He had lived in the village for many years, since before the monk of the mountain temple had passed on and the temple fell to ruin. What, then, could it be but the dedicated monk continuing his life’s work even after his death and punishing those who dared to be wantonly disrespectful?

“The man carefully set the temple to rights again. He removed the Chang brothers’ bedding, replaced the idols, and from his own store he set out fresh offerings of fruit. After lighting the incense, the man left the temple to return to the village, eager to share his tale.

“The stories spread far and wide from there. Soon, the haunted temple and the would-be ghost of the monk that resided there became famous. The village saw more and more travellers passing through, all eager to see the temple for themselves. Before long, though, some villagers began to grow concerned. While most of the travellers returned unscathed, several were never heard from again. Once, two travellers set off together and only one came back, stammering out a terrified account about how his friend had accidentally knocked over an offering bowl and the ghost had visited his wrath upon them. The villagers feared that eventually, the old monk’s ghost would start to harm innocents.”

Sen cast another sidelong glance at Amatsuki, a faint smile teasing at his lips. “And that’s where I come in. Like I said, I first heard the story from a human: one of the villagers. I was still actively working as an exorcist then, and they were quite relieved when I happened to visit the village. They begged me to visit the temple and set the monk’s spirit to rest, so that all travellers would be safe. I had actually lodged at the temple myself on several previous occasions, so the tale concerned me personally. Of course I agreed, and set out to check on the temple the next day…”

Amatsuki could see the hint of a smirk at Sen’s lips. It had him wondering what manner of creature was behind the story, to put that expression on his face. Sen was right—the ghost stories had been more fun when he was an unknowing human, and the creatures had been far more fantastical. They’d been out of reach and all the more terrifying for that.

Now that he was with Sen and the spirit world had opened itself up to him, there was a different kind of thrill to it. It had changed from mystique to merely mystery. But well… that wasn’t all bad.

“And? What did you find?” he asked.

Sen shrugged, leaning back and bracing himself on the log. “Nothing.”

Amatsuki stared at him disbelievingly, but Sen didn’t bother meeting his gaze. When another beat went by, he leaned over to glare straight at him, their noses almost brushing. “Sen! Stop playing with me. Tell me what you found.”

Sen laughed, hooking Amatsuki a little closer. “I’m not joking. There was absolutely nothing, and that’s what I told the villagers. But do you remember that I said that a demon gave me a more complete account?”

“Yes. Please tell me that account has more of a climax.”

“Oh, well… that depends on how you look at it. But I’d say it does.” Sen was still smirking a little when he settled back to continue his story. Amatsuki was half-inclined to poke his cheek to make him stop. “I didn’t dismiss the temple as having nothing immediately. What the villagers had told me did indicate that there was a demon or spirit of some sort living there. When nothing presented itself, I thought to ask another demon—one who lived in the mountain—to come and spend the night there with me…”

“Wait, let me get this straight,” Amatsuki interrupted. “When you say ‘spend the night’, do you mean that you ‘spent the night’ with that demon… investigating?”

Sen’s laugh sounded a little too amused. “We investigated. That’s all I’ll say. Why, are you jealous?”

Amatsuki rolled his eyes, jabbing Sen in the chest. “I would have no time left to do anything else if I worried about your past conquests. You’ve slept with gods. I asked because I was trying to figure out if you were being deliberately disrespectful to lure out the spirit.”

“For the record, he was a guardian spirit. But really, you see right through me.” Sen’s tone was affectionate. “Yes, that was the intention, but we actually never got around to the deed. You see, the demon enlightened me as to the true nature of the spirit before we did.”

Amatsuki sat up straight at that. “Really? So what was it?”

“Be patient. You’re the one that wanted a good story.” Sen reached over to tweak his nose, making Amatsuki wrinkle it. “Anyway, you recall that I’d visited the temple and stayed there before?”

“Yes, and?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary happened on most of those visits, except one. I usually slept in the rafters when I visited, as the floor wasn’t much to sleep on. On this visit I speak of, I was half-asleep when two travellers came in—brothers.”

Sen had absently started stroking Amatsuki’s hair while he told the tale. He barely seemed to notice he was doing it, and Amatsuki couldn’t exactly say he minded. “I left them alone at first. They weren’t bothering me, so I wasn’t going to bother them. I dozed a little until their banging and clanging woke me up, and that was when I looked down and realised what they’d done. They were removing the idols from the altars—”

“Okay, wait.” Amatsuki knew he probably shouldn’t be interrupting at this point, but he was starting to get an inkling of what Sen was building up to. “This is all sounding eerily familiar.”

“Just listen, dearest.” Sen grunted when Amatsuki jabbed him hard in retaliation at the pet name, but continued anyway. “Anyway, the brothers removed the idols and spread their bedding out on the altars. I realised that they’d also helped themselves to the offerings—which, by the way, I had set out. I decided I wasn’t going to let that slide, so I determined to teach them a lesson…”

“By driving them mad until they fell off a mountain path?” Amatsuki finished dryly.

“Please, no. I just, ah… well, let’s just say that most humans are very sensitive to invisible touches. All I did was hide my presence and drop some feathers on them from the rafters.” Sen shrugged. “They were both cowards. I got them all worked up, and before I knew it they were blaming each other for going along with the plan to sleep on the altars. The next thing I knew they were grappling, so I just gave them a little extra push with a few ominous noises that humans think are ghost-like, and finished off by toppling a loose beam from the rafters. Then they shrieked like babies and scurried out of the temple, and I settled back in to finish off my night’s sleep while congratulating myself on a job well-done. I thought to set the temple to rights when I awoke, but by the time I did, someone else had already done so.” Finallly noticing Amatsuki’s pointed gaze, Sen protested, “Hey, how was I supposed to know that they would fall off the path?”

“Oh, god.” Amatsuki dropped his head against Sen’s chest. “No, Sen. This is not a fitting climax. I wanted a ghost, not—not you.”

“You asked me for the story. This was the best I could come up with, and I’m a demon. You can’t say the supernatural wasn’t involved.”

“Fine… but wait. So did you light the candles all those other times?”

“Ah, yes. About that.” Sen smiled. “It was actually Aiyu that did that—I mean the demon that lives in the mountain. The one I asked to spend the night with me. She knew that I visited the temple sometimes, so if she heard someone coming up the mountain, she would light the candles and burn incense so I would know she was there. But it so happens that after she started the habit, the next time I visited was at the behest of the villagers. I hid my presence the first night to make sure no spirits would notice me, and the next night I asked her for her help before I went, which was when she explained everything to me. That was when I made the connection between the brothers I’d scared off and the apparently-mad duo as well.”

“What about the traveller who accidentally knocked over the offering dish?”

Sen raised his hands in surrender. “I have no idea about that. My best guess is that they knocked over the dish, panicked, and fell to their death while trying to make their way back to the village. A tragic accident, but nothing to do with me.”

Amatsuki made a face into Sen’s robes. “I have a feeling you told me this story just to prove to me how uninteresting ghost stories are now that I’m no longer the innocent human.”

“Are you calling me a bad storyteller?” Sen teased. “You seemed intrigued for most of it. I would say that I delivered on my promise.”

Amatsuki lifted his head at that, regarding Sen thoughtfully. Eventually, he breathed out a sigh, unable to fully stop the smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, you win. No more ghost stories. The explanations feel so much more mundane now that I know that the terrifying crane demon behind all of this is actually just an overdramatic, ridiculous, silly—”

“Alright, you don’t need to say it all.”

“—idiot that I love.”

Sen was clearly caught off-guard by the finish, and Amatsuki smiled in satisfaction. Sen had spent all that time setting up his plot twist, but he was still so easy to catch unawares. “I’ll count your promise as delivered… on one condition.”

“Which is?” Sen asked in interest.

“That you’ll show me what kind of ‘investigating’ you intended to do with Aiyu that night.”

A slow smirk suffused Sen’s face. “I can certainly do that.”

Ghost stories were the last thing on Amatsuki’s mind after that.

azurrys

This month, we’re doing something a little different! In lieu of a provided prompt, we are asking you guys to submit prompt ideas that you would potentially like to see run! At the end of the month, we will select six of the submitted prompt ideas to use in the upcoming months (we will be alternating between player-submitted prompts and our own prompts every other month).

Since this is a bit of a shift from the norm, we have a few guidelines for you to keep in mind:

• All prompts should be submitted in the format provided below.
• Each player may submit as many prompts as they would like. However, we will only be choosing up to one prompt from each player.
• Please keep all of your prompt submissions in a single post!
• Prompts may be serious, silly, or somewhere in between! Likewise, they may be either art-only, writing-only, or mixed media. (Keep in mind that art or writing only prompts tend to be less popular - they can dissuade players who are not very strong in the selected medium from entering!)

• Each player who has one of their prompts chosen for future usage will be awarded a random Cave Capsule
• Players whose prompts are chosen will be offered the opportunity to be our guest judge during the month that their prompt is run. This is optional. If you do not feel comfortable or do not think you’ll have the time to be a guest judge, that is totally okay!
• Each player who submits at least one prompt suggestion will receive their 1 gem participation prize

All prompts must be submitted in the following format in order for us to accept them. If your prompt is chosen and any tweaks need to be made before the month it goes up, we will be happy to work with you!

Prompt Title: (Title of prompt)
Prompt Type: (Mixed media, art-only, or writing-only)
(body of prompt goes here - this is typically a little bit of flavor text that sets the stage for the prompt! The prompt itself is typically explained at the end along with any specific instructions, but you may format this as you see fit!)
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? (Yes or No)

[quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] (Title of prompt)
[b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] (Mixed media, art-only, or writing-only)
(body of prompt goes here - this is typically a little bit of flavor text that sets the stage for the prompt! The prompt itself is typically explained at the end along with any specific instructions, but you may format this as you see fit!)
[b][u]If chosen, would you like to guest judge?[/b][/u] (Yes or No)[/quote]

.....Oooooohhh!!!!  *scribbles down an idea .... 

Congratulations to this month’s winners!!!  Crow  thank you so much for the feedback <3

My entry for November c=

MERU I AM LAUGHING SO HARD AT YOUR COMMENT (but seriously, thanks for the feedback!)

Congratulations to all the other winners!

I have no idea what my life is going to look like months from now, so I just marked no on the guest judge. I included code in spoilers just because I could. :D

1.

Prompt Title: A Little Rebellion Never Hurt (or did it…)
Prompt Type: Mixed media
We all have that rebel in us that tells us to do the things we know we shouldn’t. Whether it’s sneaking an extra piece of candy from the jar at the office, or calling in sick to go shopping, everyone has their rebellious moments. Tell us about a time your character rebelled against the system. How did they get away with it, or why didn’t they?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? No

[quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] A Little Rebellion Never Hurt (or did it...)
[b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] Mixed media
We all have that rebel in us that tells us to do the things we know we shouldn't. Whether it's sneaking an extra piece of candy from the jar at the office, or calling in sick to go shopping, everyone has their rebellious moments. Tell us about a time your character rebelled against the system. How did they get away with it, or why didn't they?[/quote]

2.

Prompt Title: Love at First Sight
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Have you ever walked down the street and seen someone and thought to yourself ‘wow, they’re hot’. No? What about your characters? Tell us about a time one of your characters ‘fell in love’. What attracted them? Did they pursue it? Were they rejected, or did it work out?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge?No

Prompt Title: Irrational Fears
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Afraid of Spiders or Snakes? At least those are common. What about moths, ladybugs… water? Everyone has one of those fears they’re unsure what to do with. What about your character? What kind of fear or phobia do they have to deal with and how do they cope?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? No

Prompt Title: To Give is to Receive
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
The season of gift giving is coming soon. Do you have a character that enjoys giving gifts, or just receiving? Write about gifts your character has given!
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? No

Eep, thank you for the spotlight and to Meru for the kind comment! <3

Crow I would like a Faerie Chimes, please c:

Hyasynthetic
Apologies, I copy/pasted wrong when I was compiling the post. It’s been fixed!

Azurrys
Will do! :D

That’s a really interesting idea! I’ll probably come back later to put more prompts here! :)

Prompt Title: All Work and No Play…
Prompt Type: Mixed media
Your character had a long day doing the daily grind. Maybe their coworker was being unbearably irritating, or their current task is needlessly difficult. Either way, when they return home, they are met with the unnecessary need to unwind. Maybe they’ll pick up that abandoned hobby, or just stare at a wall.
Use any medium to show how your character spends their free time, however that may be.
If chosen, would you like to guest judge?No, thanks.

Prompt Title: Remembering Lost Ones
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Everyone experiences loss at one point or another. The emotions brought forth from such an experience can be tremendously powerful in both positive and negative ways, and have the potential to change someone’s life forever. Has your character ever experienced such a loss? Who was it, and how did they react emotionally? If they haven’t lost anyone, who are they most afraid of losing in the future? Abstract pieces are welcome.
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? Yes, I would love to be! :D

This is the first month I’ve been here for this, and it looks like such fun! :D I can’t wait to write something for December!

Dove Thank you for the comments! That’s one thing that always gets me in horror movies, how dumb the charas are about whatever it is going down.

Prompt Title:The Greatest Gift
Prompt Type: Mixed media
Some gifts are tangible, some intangible. What is the best present your character has ever gotten, from a friend or from family, or perhaps the universe in general? How did it affect them emotionally? Did it change their life in some way, large or small? Tell us about the experience and what came after it
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? Yes Please!

Prompt Title: Ties that Bind
Prompt Type: Writing Only
Everyone has that person or people in their life that is with them to the end. Whether it’s a relative or a close friend, whether you want them to be there or not, they are unshakeable. Does your character appreciate having them by their side? What is their relationship like?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge?Yes please!

Crow If I come back with more (which I certainly hope to) do you guys have a preference as to whether I edit this post or make another one?

Losty
Edit them all into one post, please! :D It will make compiling everything much easier.

Prompt Title: Memory Loss
Prompt Type: Mixed media
Your character has somehow lost their memories! It’s up to you to decide how it happened. How do they, and their closest friends, react? What would they do to jog their memories? How would they feel about forgetting what they know?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? Yes, please ^_^

[quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] Memory Loss
[b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] Mixed media
Your character has somehow lost their memories! It's up to you to decide how it happened. How do they, and their closest friends, react? What would they do to jog their memories? How would they feel about forgetting what they know?
[b][u]If chosen, would you like to guest judge?[/b][/u] Yes, please ^_^[/quote]

Prompt Title: Markings
Prompt Type: Mixed media
Everyone bears marks that they get throughout their lives. Sometimes they carry a deeper meaning or a memory best left forgotten. What’s the story of your character’s markings? Their scars, tattoos, the symbol they always wear. What does it mean to them? How did it happen? What do others think of these marks and do they know the real story behind them?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? Yes, please!

[quote][b][u]Prompt Title:[/b][/u] Markings
[b][u]Prompt Type:[/b][/u] Mixed media
Everyone bears marks that they get throughout their lives. Sometimes they carry a deeper meaning or a memory best left forgotten. What's the story of your character's markings? Their scars, tattoos, the symbol they always wear. What does it mean to them? How did it happen? What do others think of these marks and do they know the real story behind them?
[b][u]If chosen, would you like to guest judge?[/b][/u] Yes, please![/quote]

Prompt Title: A Second Chance
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Most people have regrets in their lives. Whether it’s one minute or one decade later, they look back at something and wish they could have done things differently. Is there something your character did that they regret? Did they pass up a chance to do something that they now wish they had done? Is there still a way to make things right—and would it be worth it?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? No

Prompt Title: Furry Friends
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Hopper isn’t the only one in the cave who likes animals! Share your character’s experience with them. Have they ever had a pet? Befriended a stray creature? Do they have a more magical companion, one they might call a familiar? Or do they want nothing to do with animals?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? No

Prompt Title: The Mycenian Job
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Your character is poised to perform the heist of the century, to steal the impossible! What is it? Shimmering jewels, stacks of cash, or something else? Does your character choose to work alone or with others? What part does your character play in the heist? Are they the hacker, the getaway driver, the muscle, or someone else?
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? Yes, please!

Prompt Title: World War MC
Prompt Type: Mixed Media
Oh no! The apocalypse has occurred and the Cave has dissolved into chaos! Your character and their brave band of adventurers must find a way to survive. Who does your character chose as their allies? What are they facing off against? Hordes of the undead? Natural disaster? Or something else? Everyone in the stalwart band has their own role- what’s your character’s? The healer, the fighter, or someone else? Choose carefully… The fate of your band may rest in your paws!
If chosen, would you like to guest judge? Yes, please!