Daily Screams

A philosophical question - XGC

As usual, I want to tear Stephenie Meyer's fucking head off.

Well, not just her, but all of the pulp-fiction, trash-TV and B-movie producers that make shape-shifting look painless. Let me be quite clear here. It is not painless. It is not smooth. It is not majestic or regal or any bullshit like that. It is the mind-splitting crack of every bone, of every tendon, ligament and muscle, in your body breaking and reforming. Shape-shifting is quite simply your body shifting fucking shape.

And. It. Hurts.

Have you ever broken a bone? How about two, simultaneously? Three? Four? Now let's make those major bones; have you ever broken your femur? Probably not, most who do die. What about your sternum, your clavicle, humerus, cranium? All at the same fucking time. Can you honestly tell me you know what it feels like to have the very marrow of your bones drain away as your blood filters into all those crevices and hollows?

But - I'll play along if you will - let's pretend you have broken multiple bones and felt the calciferous crunch of bone grinding on bone. Let's imagine that you can imagine the soul-scraping agony, and let's add in the snap of your tendons and the unravelling of your ligaments.

Did I mention you can hear this? Not that it really matters; when each and every muscle in your body is dissolving away so fast it might as well be boiling dry, just to reform in a thousand new ways, sound really isn't a main concern. The fact that your screams of pain become quite literal howls doesn't really matter either. By this point, you don't give a damn about the yellow piss running down your legs or the filthy sludge splattering out of your arse either. Hell, I've been known to projectile vomit nearly three metres, whilst shitting another two. Impressive, no?

It isn't a matter of what can and cannot be shown before the watershed. It isn't a matter of turning another angsty teen-flick into a gore-fest. It is what is real.

So I will reiterate; changing shape is fucking agony and anyone who tells you different is a liar. Not deluded. A liar. No-one, not even a madman - and plenty of us are -, can experience shape-shifting and claim it to be anything other than a living, breathing, mind-destroying torment.

And yet we go through it every month. Every. Single. Month.

Twice.

Is it really any wonder we are like we are?


Prompt: Werewolf