All your waifus; Better with a dick!
Planets raced past the dash of the ship. Each individual little speck a vast world filled with either life or ruin. Samus watched them zip by and turned her head vacant yet cautiously to the back of her ship where cargo of great import rested. She knew each planet she was staring at could be blotted out by what she was carrying.
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It was also not unheard of for demons to use these selfsame discoveries and devise them instead as implements to be wielded. Draconic wings, shark like tails, anything it took for them to merge into their mercurial forms to become ever more dangerous predators.
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This fucking guy was huffing fumes like a god damn truck. A real honest to god mouth breather, he was leaning over the bar perched like a chromed out hyena. Not quite a metalhead, but the guy was chromed to the nines and had more in common with the rear end of a big rig than your typical person. Lucy could barely tear her eyes away from him, not sure what to make of him. He seemed shaky, ready to crack any moment and become another cyberpsycho splattered all over the evening news and he was hinging it all on if he could get the bartender’s attention soon enough to medicate his condition with pretty neon bottles decorating the wall.
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Valiant Rescue
Drip… drip…
(Icon art by R4, who kinda posts mostly on Discord nowadays)
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Walls of sound emerged from the bouncing neon speakers. The hall was filled with willing, sweaty bodies swaying to the mythic rhythms emerging from the walls. Bodies rubbed and touched, danced and jumped, and spilled tiny blue glasses of thin pink liquid and trip over heels into willing hunk’s arms. Dylan watched it all from his seat at the bar with his arm around his date. His glasses reflected the glare of the rave lights pink and cyan and his blonde hair was short cut and well kept. His date was a bombshell blonde turned bombshell pastel goth. She looked like she belonged here with her candy green hair and piercing bubbly blue eyes. Layla was her name.
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Fraud Correction
A Twisted Tale from The Dark Skies
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From town to town, village to village, people made their living. In the tattered ruins of the broken world, little settlements eek out a living worthwhile. They farm and delegate, build and aspire, and all this builds to the gathering of coin and currency to enter the world of trade. And what was most enjoyable, delectable, and fascinating about these hardy people? How easy they were to rob blind.
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Ebony fluid rolls inside the glass container. In his hand, Chris rolls the bottle gentle by the neck, watching the ichor inside sway heavy like pitch dark syrup. He didn’t hold it long; Just that one bottle was worth more than he really thought it could ever live up to. The main attraction to this specific bottle over the usual stuff was its appearance. The bottle was this fancy older style, circular with a broad neck with lips that laid over lime an umbrella, creating a comfortable place for the fingers to rest. The body was decorated with a grizzly cartoon skull and crossbones.
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Dungeons and Goo-Dragons
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The temple door was desecrated in a layer of a thick drooling substance. The strange fluid wasn’t too runny, thick mucus like slimes only ran with the mind to expand and retain rather than some mindless existence. Mandy really, really didn’t think this was a good idea. The job was supposed to be easy. It had a low difficult wager according to the contract handler, it came from a trusted group as well. The datyr people were rarely in need of mercenary help themselves, but they were often the mouth for the jobs needed by the various peoples who traveled through their cities and outposts or came seeking the faith of the fertility nature goddess Dewdona. Any race protected by the one of The Dragon Princesses was pretty trust worthy and not likely to send a spoof job to trick well geared adventurers into getting jumped and dropping their trinkets of various origins and values for quick payout.
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The power outage killed her phone. Tessa tugged herself out of bed with that lethargic rising like the world was being repainted for you as you woke. As it all loaded into being, Tessa became aware that she wasn’t awakened to the dulcet tones of a song called Wake Up You’re Dying, a song that starts with what can only be described as a ‘thrash against reality.’ That made her nervous as she walked out into her drab and dark apartment with wood floors cold against her bare feet.
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Gloria lifted her skirt and scurried over to push her bare loins against the metal device. The lass looked a wee bit nervous at what was going on, but she had volunteered for giving her scientist friend a helping hand. Professor Penelope was running her hands through her clipboard papers, positioned at a “runaway safely but stand reassuringly” distance away from Gloria who stood conjoined to the strange machine.
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