I need info on becoming a werewolve

reply to post by xmancool03

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Hey everyone.....

I need help finding the magical wizard of Oz, because I'm stuck on the golden brick road.


And the scarecrow guy is pissing me off....

reply to post by Revolution-2012

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LOL wait untill you meet the Lion his a right pain in the ass

reply to post by Oreyeon

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Hey Oreyeon, I thought i was the only one to have that photograph of Jesse Marcel and the alien in the window. I thought it was very interesting because the photographer claimed to have taken only eight photographs and this was not one of them. Do you recall where you found it? I have posted it in several places and i am just curious. I even send his son a copy of the photo, as i recall, he had not seen it before. anyway, it makes a great avatar. There is also a photo of Col. Easton taken outside that window, he had aliens also. The entire 509th bomb group were infiltrated by aliens.......thats what happens when idiots try to keep secrets. The aliens are the source of werewolves and bigfoot and other cryptids.

I made that avatar. It is one of my original artworks. I created the alien head in ZBrush 2, and then textured it and integrated it into the photo using photoshop. I even had it displayed once on Rense.com as their mainpage artwork. Took me 3 days to make it. And if no one believes me, I have the model and pics of the same head in different positions before I did the photoshop magic.

I'm going to be blunt. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you cannot become a werewolf. I was like you once, I thought there might be a way, but this is the real world, nothing cool ever happens.

reply to post by xmancool03

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rofl sometimes there are wulfs in sheeps clothing

u never know who is next to u until u feel

The wolfman!!!!

(sniff, sniff) Ignore these postings, you CAN become a Werewolf.

Er... a friend of mine, actually an aquaintance really,
well, he got bit by a Werewolf while vacationing near
Kennebunkport.

It was evening and the stars were just starting to prick
the velvet sky, a bloated moon reflected off the slow-
moving waters.
I, I mean he was walking along near the jetties of the
tidal estuary there, when he hears a low growling sound.
Being brave and that he was on his 5th bottle of Ship Ale,
he ventured towards a large reed bed on the side of the
road.

The beast hit him like a rocket, they wrestled in the dust
and gravel on the roadside and it wasn't until a passing car
shone it's lights onto(scratching behind my ear) them,
that I, I mean he saw a furry wolf-like animal snarling in
his face.
Well, I cr*pped myself and as he I... flung the creature off
him, he felt a sharp pain on his hand... he'd been bitten.

Two weeks later and sure enough, as mentioned above,
he's chasing cars and defacating on lawns. But as the
cliche goes... He's alright Nooooowwwwww!!!

But of course he is OK now!!!!
More than just "OK"!!!!
Now he is..... the WOLFMAN!!!

I always figured the "werewolf" thing was a myth based on the Lunar Effect...(where the word lunatic comes from)

en.wikipedia.org...

Afterall, someone who just tends to behave rabidly during certain moon cycles could easily propagate this creature's myth.

reply to post by xul

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Thanks xul, but it reminds me of a vacation I had with my friend,
Jack Goodman.
It was a cold afternoon in a small village in England, called East
Proctor and after our 'romp' on the Pennines, we agreed to call in
at a slightly run-down Inn called The Slaughtered Goat.

On entering we were relieved to find a roaring fire and a bar
to whet our whistles! The rain had started outside and we pondered
on whether we maybe able to rent a room.

Then Jack nudged me and whispered "look, what's that on the wall?"
It's a five-pointed star.

I hissed "Maybe the owners are from Texas!"
The Woman brought us some tea and Jack asked her "Remember
the Alamo?" The large barmaid clentched her face and muttered
"I beg your pardon?"
I put on my best smile and said politly "He was joking. Thank you".

The lady had seen better days, she placed her hands on her ample
hips and crowed "Joking? I remember The Alamo. I saw it once in
London, in Leicester Square".
A couple of farmers were playing chess and one, who looked
remarkably like the Games Teacher from Kes, said "She means in
the cinema, that film with John Wayne".

I looked at the floor and said "Oh, yes, of course". Jack was always
likeable and he threw the sentence "Right, with Laurence Harvey
and everybody died in it... It was very bloody".
The bald farmer snickered "Bloody awful if you ask me!"

Well I could go on, The bald farmer told a funnie and then we left.
Jack got killed by a beast that roamed the moors and apart from
a slight scratching to my face, I got off scott free!
Lucky really I suppose.

Anyway, that's my werewolf story, but needless to say, Ozzie went
on stage and did a great show... I almost remebered something else,
but it's gone now.


[edit on 11-1-2009 by IronMan]

There was always a 'factoid' that I've never checked out...
Everyone knows that dogs can't look up... Can Werewolves?

This really works, and my source is ehow


Step1
Go on top of a hill where the full moon can shine upon you. Then at midnight, draw two circles on the ground: one 3 feet in diameter, surrounded by the second, which should be 7 feet in diameter.
Step2
Build a fire in the middle of the two circles and place a cauldron over it.
Step3
Add henbane, opium, hemlock, aconite, poplar leaves, soot and cooking oil to this steaming concoction.
Step4
If one or more of those magical ingredients can't be found at the grocery store, try mixing cowbane, sweet flag, cinquefoil, bat's blood and belladonna into the quagmire. Say a number of enigmatic incantations as the recipe boils.
Step5
Be creative, reciting things like, "Spirits of earthbound dead that glide with noiseless tread, be kind to me."
Step6
Remove your clothes and smear yourself from head to toe with the magic ointment. Make sure it's cooled.
Step7
Drape a wolf skin over your body, or maybe a wolf skin belt, three fingers wide. Kneel in the moonlight and come up with some more chants. Strike the ground with your head three times - and watch out for them silver bullets!


And remember, you can do anything you put your mind to!

Ah, forget it

[edit on 11-1-2009 by infinite]

Note that I am not a true ''werewolf'' but if you know Wolfman from discovery channel? well if I didn't shave I'd be something like that.

If you wish to become like that, you'll have to be born like it.

Of course the alternatives being proposed here should do quite fine as well.

I've got it...

Too become a wolfman...

You must have sex with a wolfman....

Why is everyone laughing?

i asked my neighbor, he is a Centaur and he told me that you have to be bitten by a shamen in order to be become a werewolf.

The 'bite' idea may well be the way forward... and I've
heard that biting a Werewolf is also away to become 'pube-ridden'.

I knew a shaman, did I tell you that? well, he lived down near
a stream not far from my village. A strange chap... wore a robe
of black silk and in the right light, you could see straight through!

We came to know him as the Sphinx and I remember some of
his words of advice.
1. To learn my teachings, I must first teach you how to learn.
2. He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions.
3. You must be like wolf pack, not six-pack.
4. When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you will head
off your foes with a balanced attack.
5. When you care what is outside, what is inside cares for you.
5b. Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress
and played girl bunny?

6. Oh, this one's a good 'un, I was feeling a little down because I'd
just found out that my wife for 8 & 1/2 months had been seeing James
Woods while I was away running a Casino, what's the odds huh?
To boot... my car blew up.

Anyway, I'd been a little snappy with 'Shincter-Boy' and he awarded
me with: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to
master your rage...
I butted in and sneered "...your rage will become your master?
That's what you were going to say. Right? Right?
He went to number 7.
7. We are number one. All others are number two, or lower.

So if you go down to the woods, let's say today, and the light from the
Steel foundry is shining bright and Sphinx is in his robe...
YOU will be in for a BIG surprise.
Hope that helps.


[edit on 13-1-2009 by IronMan]