The Daily SPUF

You may want to read this first.   “Hm…” Nuhvok-Kal shouldn’t have been awake. But he couldn’t sleep. Not when there was that feeling in his body. Since he’d arrived in this messed up, backwards world, he’d get this feeling occasionally. He didn’t like the feeling. Luckily, it was easy to get rid of. He just needed some form of sweetness. Normally, he’d have the sweetness made for him. But it was dark. No one else was awake. He needed to do this himself. The first thing Nuhvok did was sneak down stairs. Everyone else was asleep, but not everyone… [Continue Reading]

The smell of sweet, freshly cooked sponge cake was insulting his nostrils. It wasn’t fair. He wanted cake. And he wanted it now. Nuhvok-Kal didn’t understand much these days. It felt like years since he had fought the Toa Nuva and been sucked into a black hole created by his own, out-of-control powers. He had no idea what had happened to his siblings. He didn’t even know if the nest or the Bahrag or anything still existed. He could have been completely alone. Except he wasn’t. The smell was taunting him through the gaps of the old, rusty ‘oven’. Not… [Continue Reading]