Just wondering...was the psychiatrist bit something that you cooked up from watching The Howling?

ok, i read the first page and i can see 95% of these people think its a joke. I agree with you that werewolves are real. My ex girlfriend was a werewolf although she was, like you said, bitten.
So, i can only tell you folklore, but it may be true, it had to be based on something, right?
you can: take off all your clothes and wear a belt made from wolfskin or drink rainwater out of the footprint of a wolf (or whatever creature you wanna turn into)
the other ones involve enchanted streams, sleeping outside on a certian summer day on a wedsday or a firday with the moon in your face(if you wanna sleep outside all summer lol)
also theres something about a Satanic allegiance but I wouldn't recomend that. its not worth it, in my book.
hope I helped

I used to be a werewolf, but i'm alright nowwwwww-ooooooow oooooooow ooooooooooooooooow

Originally posted by Oreyeon
I actually have a copy of the steps to perform to become a werewolf. I got it out of some old book a friend of mine had when I was a kid. I "borrowed" his book and wrote the whole thing down. It's actually pretty messed up, as it involves some sadistic stuff. I'll dig it out of my lockbox tomorrow and post it up, look for my thread on it. I'm going to start a new thread for it, because I want to know if anyone has seen it before and they can tell me what book it came out of. I want to try and get my hands on that book again. True or not, it was some very very interesting reading, that's no doubt.

Our renaissance will be borrowed with from technology in the past instead of wanting to believe that aliens are about to takeover our culture with debt pastor counselors hounding us because of Macbeth again, I swear umm constantly looking at red ladybugs.

A werewolve can fly up and down the rivers or inquire and use the sewer systems, about the technological aspect of rivers. And I am drinking some tea and feeling a theatrical soul, my freaking backpack and it was on that crawling on it as if it knew I was a writer or something.