Greetings, my first thread here, I came from Spacebattles due to the more...stringent rulings...
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CuriousWarlock
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Greetings, my first thread here, I came from Spacebattles due to the more...stringent rulings there and on advice from a master, and a compatriot, Ser JBukharin.
On this, the posts may be staggered, they may be nutso, but it helps with my stress and emotions to get things out so that others could see, partly in a "I hope people like this." sense, and partly a "Roll up, Roll up, everyone behold the madness!" sense.
"Adoptables" are prompts that I think have value, but not in my hands. "Semi-adoptables" have a plot (barebones or not) to them, but I need help (I can't write other people, I will be blunt here. I'm trying but not necessarily sure I'm succeeding); along with whatever else comes out from my head.
Enjoy the show, and if you adopt, lemme know and credit the original prompt, please.
On this, the posts may be staggered, they may be nutso, but it helps with my stress and emotions to get things out so that others could see, partly in a "I hope people like this." sense, and partly a "Roll up, Roll up, everyone behold the madness!" sense.
"Adoptables" are prompts that I think have value, but not in my hands. "Semi-adoptables" have a plot (barebones or not) to them, but I need help (I can't write other people, I will be blunt here. I'm trying but not necessarily sure I'm succeeding); along with whatever else comes out from my head.
Enjoy the show, and if you adopt, lemme know and credit the original prompt, please.
Chimeric gardens (Housepets SI/"Semi-adoptable")
CuriousWarlock
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Eh, today was a normal day in town. Traffic was light, the food nearby was good, and No one bothering me. All in all, Nice Saturday.
"Mouuuuuuu….NO FAIR!"
Suddenly a younger girl, teenaged by the look of it, bursts out of Raider Toys and Games. Now, this wouldn't be so bothersome (in fact, her annoyed expression and handling of the door made it look like a gag anime), save for the fact that everyone was looking at her oddly now. And my town…doesn't have the most sterling reputation when it comes to walking the streets safely. So, to head off any felonious intent, I quickly went over to introduce myself: "Greetings, young one. I noticed you had an issue with the store; Did the game cabinet chew the quarter again, or…?"
I kid you not, this was what she said to me:
"Big Brother won't let me play with him and his friends!"
Ah, such a simple yet misunderstood phrase; however, given the context, I fully got the picture (or so I thought), with the brother playing a tabletop rpg, playing a long-campaign setup with his buddies, and was gate-keeping to keep the party small. Not to worry, little one; show knowledge and you'll show them up, either having them let you in to save face or be forever branded as one of THOSE geeks.
"So, your elder brother is playing a game in there? How complicated is it, I think I can help you understand it if need be?"
She crossed her arms, like all teenagers (including myself at one point), are wont to do. "It's not that hard, even with all the dice and sheets used."
Ok then, let's run it down, it could be Pathfinder. "Do you use a d20 system for initiative and combat or does it also involve a complicated table for what attacks you can make before each in-game day?"
Cocking her head to the side, she seemed to think it over, "well…the minion table type did seem a bit long, but not for the players…, Oh, that Agdang! He tried to trick me!"
The old "Use language too complex for younger minds to block them" ploy; a favorite among elder siblings (I'd know, being on the receiving end of it from my sister.), but now the curtain is pulled away from the wizard, and the fake is revealed. "So now you know your capability, don't you want to go back in the store to tell your brother he's wrong?"
"Oh, please, he'd shut the door on the rented room as soon as I try to enter. But if you backed me up, maybe he'd listen."
"I'd have suggesting talking to the store owner, but I can try and help with negotiations in a friendly, diplomatic manner. Now which room was it?" I honestly understood both sides here, wanting a private game when the parents/landlord won't let you use the house. At the same time, be open to newcomers; fresh blood helps any game.
"This one, right here. And tell Kit that Gumi wants to play, too." Weird naming, maybe half-siblings?
"Right, follow me then, Megumi." Ok, enter through the door and…Wait, wasn't she behind me?
Why's it dark in here? And long?
…I don't like this.
Ok, coming to what I presume is a border to one part of the room and it's….tall. taller than the building should be. Why this?
Lights, big lights, three of them as well, White, Green, and Blue (I thought red was a primary color) are at the distance. I think they're moving as well, dunno why…
*Ok, can you two just calm down and get back to playing? It's been a week since the Gallifrax situation, Dragon. Also, Pete, need I say anything about Milton?*
*It's not my fault….I just wanted an answer. Is that too much to ask for?*
*Well, since you're getting a headstart, I'd figure on catching up however I can; no rule saying I can't get to your level in a quick time.*
I'm hearing voices….Not liking that….I want to say something, but I can only let out a quiet, long squeak as pressure builds within my system. My mind is becoming a chasm…
*Wait, something's in here with us?!*
*Get rid of it, then. I hate it when something decides to munch on my Cheetos.*
*Hold on, I think I've found it!*
My body is snatched by an incomprehensible force, I am lifted into the brightness, my eyes bleed and sear, My mind is made desolate by the shine of a hundred planets, my lungs collapse, My spirit wishes to
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*Wow, gotta hand it to you guys. Never had a mortal literally TRY to turn into jelly in my talons.*
*IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!*
*Please be quiet, the Both of you; patching a soul back together is a tricky thing. Luckily, this one frayed, Quite severely, but didn't snap. That's a lost mess all of itself. And by the Creator, you two will help me with this, otherwise the wager's off and you're both mortal on the spot.
Don't think I won't.*
(Psy-de note: this was my first ESP encounter in 21 years; after my third March, my Autism, as part of the sensory silencing, cut me off from the spirits, leaving me a Blank. Now imagine the strain of forcefully opening up a rusted faucet, then forcing a waterpark's worth of water through all at once.)
(not fun, is it?)
My cognizance, though slow, is recovering, and my consciousness follows soon after; trying to get my bearings, I find myself on my ass…on a table. And the statues of animals are my height…"Oh, Gods, I'm a miniature!"
"Technically, you're in the presence of giants."
"Gods, to be precise."
"Pete, so help me…"
I get a glimpse of my bearings (light sensitivity isn't fun) and I see a gaming table is what I stand on, with a Dragon, Gryphon, and a giant-ass fox all sitting at it. This sounds like a cosmic joke, but who's the punchline?
"At any rate, while those two have their discussion, what caused you to come here? Kitsune normally vets visitors."
Suddenly, it clicks. "Kitsune? As in, fox spirit, internet troll before internet, and potential eater of livers? THAT Kitsune?"
"Oh, please; my sister eats livers. Gumiho never could understand the value of a joke…"
"AND ON THAT NOTE, I come with a message to KIT, from GUMI: she wants to play, too." I had had it, I was going to deliver my message, even if eternal slavery awaited me.
….
"OH, that SPOILED BRAT!" Odd, usually, gods are closer to one another. What would cause….
"different father, same mother." Ah; …called it!
"So she's joining the game now, huh? No supports? Normally you're a fair GM." Seems the pigeon is enjoying himself; that and getting more Cheetos into his gut.
"Not this time, Pete. This time…The finger twitches."
Oddly it sounded like the fox god got up and went to…a door…like the one…I came from….
"I feel very small, and I don't like that."
"Keunhyeong, you finally got my message?"
"Can it, Imouto, you stepped over an important boundary: don't force the mortals onto a side."
"But I didn't; I played on his outrage and compassion for others, and let him go forth for you to finally hear me! You've been playing for how long? And the same gameline!"
"See, unlike you, I believe in consistent, fair, chances. Turning a mortal into goo because someone's too cowardly to force the issue is not how we're SUPPOSED to do things."
"Oh, really? You let Pete play, and we both know he's one game away into going full-Zamasu; now he's in the "I will rule over all, and disregard what the lower orders think!" state, which IS the natural thought-order, if you forget…"
"Mortals tend to not like that when it's overt. Remember that, sister mine.
But all the same; you proved to be stubborn enough and underhanded enough to join; and you only get one shot. Lose, and you suffer the penalty."
"…fine; but it can't be that bad."
"WHAAAAAATTTTTTT?!" That's an old shock to the system, but what prompted that?
"oh dear…."
"Ah, she learned the terms of the wager." At that utterance, I turned to the "Neckbeard" Gryphon and asked a pertinent question.
"What, exactly, is at stake here? Aside from ego and "power"?"
The gryphon looked at the dragon, as if to remind her of this fact between them. "The wager is actually quite simple mortal: Winner becomes the game master, loser becomes mortal for 1 objective lifetime. Now, Kitsune would've kept it between us, as it was our disagreement, buuuuutttt…."
"His sister decided to involve herself in the worst way possible. She never could seem to learn from her follies." Oddly, the dragon seemed…annoyed at the situation. Maybe this is what it's like when a stranger butts into your private affairs and demands participation?
"Huh; and here I was thinking it was just a nerd telling his sister to get out, like in the old cartoons. Look, just so we're clear…Do I HAVE to partake in this madness?"
"You must!" now a smaller, but equally as dangerous fox entered the room and grabbed me. My sight could do naught else but gaze into her eyes, what is she—"I Request that you be my Avatar in the game!"
"By your command."
"Hey, that was my trick. Get your own!"
"Not even I sunk that low!"
"Oh, really, Miss "I hide your temple for 5,000 years"?"
"That was part of the game and you know it!"
"…"
"…Brother?"
"If you know what's good for you, you will leave your avatar for me to manage.
LEAVE. NOW."
Everyone left the area, except for "Kitsune", and I still felt like a puppet hooked on strings. But even if I never made it back, I had one last card before the new flop.
"Look, even though I was "volun-told" to do this, I want one thing, bound thrice in metaphorical cold iron."
"Name it. I feel a bit of pity for you." Cock of the eyebrow on him means I have his attention; good.
"Win or lose, regardless of the outcome, I may not be able to see my family again. So, I will be part of this "Game", but I want my mother and sister provided for in return; they shall not want for anything, so that I may compensate for my greatest failure."
The fox God looked at me for a long time, wondering if I was serious. Then he put his paw to my head and I felt weirder than I used to.
"They shall be cared for and set for life; but to make sure of it, all you have to do…
…is wake up."
(segment end;
This one's inspired by Bukharin's SI snippets into "A&H Club", Rick Griffin's more mature slice-of-life comic. Mine, however, plays in "Housepets", with that wacky cast. and in the cosmic game, to boot.
However, mine ponders over the more supernal elements; after all, fox spirits always had a positive and negative side; why not have a dark sibling? Enter Gumiho: the yin to Kitsune's yang, the Yako to his Zenko;
He'd mess with you to make a point, she'd do it just to do it.
and she wanted in on the game. and got me to be the sap.
so yeah, fun times. semi-adoptable; I have a plot, I just need a people person.)
Edited to put proper punishment, it's not subjective time.
"Mouuuuuuu….NO FAIR!"
Suddenly a younger girl, teenaged by the look of it, bursts out of Raider Toys and Games. Now, this wouldn't be so bothersome (in fact, her annoyed expression and handling of the door made it look like a gag anime), save for the fact that everyone was looking at her oddly now. And my town…doesn't have the most sterling reputation when it comes to walking the streets safely. So, to head off any felonious intent, I quickly went over to introduce myself: "Greetings, young one. I noticed you had an issue with the store; Did the game cabinet chew the quarter again, or…?"
I kid you not, this was what she said to me:
"Big Brother won't let me play with him and his friends!"
Ah, such a simple yet misunderstood phrase; however, given the context, I fully got the picture (or so I thought), with the brother playing a tabletop rpg, playing a long-campaign setup with his buddies, and was gate-keeping to keep the party small. Not to worry, little one; show knowledge and you'll show them up, either having them let you in to save face or be forever branded as one of THOSE geeks.
"So, your elder brother is playing a game in there? How complicated is it, I think I can help you understand it if need be?"
She crossed her arms, like all teenagers (including myself at one point), are wont to do. "It's not that hard, even with all the dice and sheets used."
Ok then, let's run it down, it could be Pathfinder. "Do you use a d20 system for initiative and combat or does it also involve a complicated table for what attacks you can make before each in-game day?"
Cocking her head to the side, she seemed to think it over, "well…the minion table type did seem a bit long, but not for the players…, Oh, that Agdang! He tried to trick me!"
The old "Use language too complex for younger minds to block them" ploy; a favorite among elder siblings (I'd know, being on the receiving end of it from my sister.), but now the curtain is pulled away from the wizard, and the fake is revealed. "So now you know your capability, don't you want to go back in the store to tell your brother he's wrong?"
"Oh, please, he'd shut the door on the rented room as soon as I try to enter. But if you backed me up, maybe he'd listen."
"I'd have suggesting talking to the store owner, but I can try and help with negotiations in a friendly, diplomatic manner. Now which room was it?" I honestly understood both sides here, wanting a private game when the parents/landlord won't let you use the house. At the same time, be open to newcomers; fresh blood helps any game.
"This one, right here. And tell Kit that Gumi wants to play, too." Weird naming, maybe half-siblings?
"Right, follow me then, Megumi." Ok, enter through the door and…Wait, wasn't she behind me?
Why's it dark in here? And long?
…I don't like this.
Ok, coming to what I presume is a border to one part of the room and it's….tall. taller than the building should be. Why this?
Lights, big lights, three of them as well, White, Green, and Blue (I thought red was a primary color) are at the distance. I think they're moving as well, dunno why…
*Ok, can you two just calm down and get back to playing? It's been a week since the Gallifrax situation, Dragon. Also, Pete, need I say anything about Milton?*
*It's not my fault….I just wanted an answer. Is that too much to ask for?*
*Well, since you're getting a headstart, I'd figure on catching up however I can; no rule saying I can't get to your level in a quick time.*
I'm hearing voices….Not liking that….I want to say something, but I can only let out a quiet, long squeak as pressure builds within my system. My mind is becoming a chasm…
*Wait, something's in here with us?!*
*Get rid of it, then. I hate it when something decides to munch on my Cheetos.*
*Hold on, I think I've found it!*
My body is snatched by an incomprehensible force, I am lifted into the brightness, my eyes bleed and sear, My mind is made desolate by the shine of a hundred planets, my lungs collapse, My spirit wishes to
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*Wow, gotta hand it to you guys. Never had a mortal literally TRY to turn into jelly in my talons.*
*IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!*
*Please be quiet, the Both of you; patching a soul back together is a tricky thing. Luckily, this one frayed, Quite severely, but didn't snap. That's a lost mess all of itself. And by the Creator, you two will help me with this, otherwise the wager's off and you're both mortal on the spot.
Don't think I won't.*
(Psy-de note: this was my first ESP encounter in 21 years; after my third March, my Autism, as part of the sensory silencing, cut me off from the spirits, leaving me a Blank. Now imagine the strain of forcefully opening up a rusted faucet, then forcing a waterpark's worth of water through all at once.)
(not fun, is it?)
My cognizance, though slow, is recovering, and my consciousness follows soon after; trying to get my bearings, I find myself on my ass…on a table. And the statues of animals are my height…"Oh, Gods, I'm a miniature!"
"Technically, you're in the presence of giants."
"Gods, to be precise."
"Pete, so help me…"
I get a glimpse of my bearings (light sensitivity isn't fun) and I see a gaming table is what I stand on, with a Dragon, Gryphon, and a giant-ass fox all sitting at it. This sounds like a cosmic joke, but who's the punchline?
"At any rate, while those two have their discussion, what caused you to come here? Kitsune normally vets visitors."
Suddenly, it clicks. "Kitsune? As in, fox spirit, internet troll before internet, and potential eater of livers? THAT Kitsune?"
"Oh, please; my sister eats livers. Gumiho never could understand the value of a joke…"
"AND ON THAT NOTE, I come with a message to KIT, from GUMI: she wants to play, too." I had had it, I was going to deliver my message, even if eternal slavery awaited me.
….
"OH, that SPOILED BRAT!" Odd, usually, gods are closer to one another. What would cause….
"different father, same mother." Ah; …called it!
"So she's joining the game now, huh? No supports? Normally you're a fair GM." Seems the pigeon is enjoying himself; that and getting more Cheetos into his gut.
"Not this time, Pete. This time…The finger twitches."
Oddly it sounded like the fox god got up and went to…a door…like the one…I came from….
"I feel very small, and I don't like that."
"Keunhyeong, you finally got my message?"
"Can it, Imouto, you stepped over an important boundary: don't force the mortals onto a side."
"But I didn't; I played on his outrage and compassion for others, and let him go forth for you to finally hear me! You've been playing for how long? And the same gameline!"
"See, unlike you, I believe in consistent, fair, chances. Turning a mortal into goo because someone's too cowardly to force the issue is not how we're SUPPOSED to do things."
"Oh, really? You let Pete play, and we both know he's one game away into going full-Zamasu; now he's in the "I will rule over all, and disregard what the lower orders think!" state, which IS the natural thought-order, if you forget…"
"Mortals tend to not like that when it's overt. Remember that, sister mine.
But all the same; you proved to be stubborn enough and underhanded enough to join; and you only get one shot. Lose, and you suffer the penalty."
"…fine; but it can't be that bad."
"WHAAAAAATTTTTTT?!" That's an old shock to the system, but what prompted that?
"oh dear…."
"Ah, she learned the terms of the wager." At that utterance, I turned to the "Neckbeard" Gryphon and asked a pertinent question.
"What, exactly, is at stake here? Aside from ego and "power"?"
The gryphon looked at the dragon, as if to remind her of this fact between them. "The wager is actually quite simple mortal: Winner becomes the game master, loser becomes mortal for 1 objective lifetime. Now, Kitsune would've kept it between us, as it was our disagreement, buuuuutttt…."
"His sister decided to involve herself in the worst way possible. She never could seem to learn from her follies." Oddly, the dragon seemed…annoyed at the situation. Maybe this is what it's like when a stranger butts into your private affairs and demands participation?
"Huh; and here I was thinking it was just a nerd telling his sister to get out, like in the old cartoons. Look, just so we're clear…Do I HAVE to partake in this madness?"
"You must!" now a smaller, but equally as dangerous fox entered the room and grabbed me. My sight could do naught else but gaze into her eyes, what is she—"I Request that you be my Avatar in the game!"
"
"Hey, that was my trick. Get your own!"
"Not even I sunk that low!"
"Oh, really, Miss "I hide your temple for 5,000 years"?"
"That was part of the game and you know it!"
"…"
"…Brother?"
"If you know what's good for you, you will leave your avatar for me to manage.
LEAVE. NOW."
Everyone left the area, except for "Kitsune", and I still felt like a puppet hooked on strings. But even if I never made it back, I had one last card before the new flop.
"Look, even though I was "volun-told" to do this, I want one thing, bound thrice in metaphorical cold iron."
"Name it. I feel a bit of pity for you." Cock of the eyebrow on him means I have his attention; good.
"Win or lose, regardless of the outcome, I may not be able to see my family again. So, I will be part of this "Game", but I want my mother and sister provided for in return; they shall not want for anything, so that I may compensate for my greatest failure."
The fox God looked at me for a long time, wondering if I was serious. Then he put his paw to my head and I felt weirder than I used to.
"They shall be cared for and set for life; but to make sure of it, all you have to do…
…is wake up."
(segment end;
This one's inspired by Bukharin's SI snippets into "A&H Club", Rick Griffin's more mature slice-of-life comic. Mine, however, plays in "Housepets", with that wacky cast. and in the cosmic game, to boot.
However, mine ponders over the more supernal elements; after all, fox spirits always had a positive and negative side; why not have a dark sibling? Enter Gumiho: the yin to Kitsune's yang, the Yako to his Zenko;
He'd mess with you to make a point, she'd do it just to do it.
and she wanted in on the game. and got me to be the sap.
so yeah, fun times. semi-adoptable; I have a plot, I just need a people person.)
Edited to put proper punishment, it's not subjective time.
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End of an Era (snippet potentially part of the Bukharin-verse of Las Lindas/Knighthood) (claimed)
CuriousWarlock
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In a time far into the past, a potential future is crafted, at its ending…
"Enemy Armada-vessels closing fast! Our picket cannot hold for long!"
"Begin firing the Dominator cannons! The servants of the false gods shall never take this vessel!"
The Warzells on call for the batteries fired, and fired well. The hyper-plasma shells were easily destroying the Crests' fire ships and escorts, but their command-Dreadnoughts had enough shielding and armor to endure, and ultimately, they fired lethal rounds back.
All of them.
One Nanozell spirit came to the conclusion his "siblings" came to just a picosecond later; the spirit voiced it for the rest.
"They don't intend to take it, high Spirit. They just want us all dead and destroyed!"
"Damn them! We try to bring a better future and this is our reward?!"
The observant Nanozell coughed at his superior's outburst, all the while the battle raged around them.
"We can only continue and try and exploit flaws in the enemy to obtain victory; However, complete victory probability is at 1%, and sinking fast. We need to reinforce the shiel—"
"TELEPORTATION FROM LIGHT CREST COMMAND-DREADNOUGHT! NANOZELL CORESPUR IS UNDER ASSAULT! ALL AVAILABLE SPIRITS, TO WAR-FORMS AND REPEL BOARDERS."
The Nanozells looked at the message direction in shock, with the speaker swearing under his breath. They then made a beeline for the War-form bio-golems, the last ones to be made with genuine Life Crest essence.
*War rages in the void, while Light Knights and Courage Knights, with a Fire Grand Knight leading them, attack the corespur holding the Nanozell gems and spirits. Bio-golems intercept, and both sides withdraw with immense casualties incurred after a particularly grueling battle; Phyrric tactical victory for Reason forces (Corespur survived, and no gems damaged); Strategic victory for Dragon Crest forces (the Reasonites lost a majority of their war-golems in that assault.)*
"So few left of us now."
Holding his head high, he entered the Emperor's chambers. A report had to be made.
"My Emperor, the assault has been repulsed, but with immense casualties for our Elite forms. We now only have 100 War-forms to guard the vessel, and the ratings are now incapable of standing against their most basic soldier…*What happened? How did they get so strong?*"
Leto Xua, a White Lion prime and once the Emperor of Reason, chuckled sadly at the Nanozell's solemnity, and answered "It is simple, little Light. The "Gods" want to see their victory for themselves. And they'll tip the scales to ensure the outcome they want."
Shocked at this, The Nanozell could only hang his head, shaking in sorrow as everything he wanted to help build was blown away. "So this is it then? The age of Reason falls to Superstition, and it is banished to the desert with Chaos?"
Frowning, Leto pulls a sleeve back, and merely says "It's already passed the point."
The Nanozell could only look on in silent terror, as his lord, once the noble Crest of Wisdom, had had his Mark removed by what could be only described as "Divine abandonment"; the crest was gone, and in its place… "Narakhani Tattoos?! A Chaos Breach!?"
"Yes, it seems the forces on both sides want me dead for daring to disturb their Galaxy-view." Pulling the sleeve back to its natural length, the Prime began to walk towards the spirit, each step being more heartrending than the last.
"So we are to die, alone and forgotten then. To be erased from history…." Despair was hard to start in any being but once ensconced, it was hard to break.
"Not quite." The Lion corrected, his facial muscles twitching upwards slightly. "I may perish, but our ideal shall live on."
The spirit was shocked, but joy returned to his soul. "My lord, that is wonderful!" The spirit caught himself, and then asked the pertinent question: "…Er, how will it live on, even if we are dead?"
"Because the ship and I will allow the Corespur to escape, and the knowledge will reside with the Nanozells within. That includes you, Nuwisha." Sadly, the ex-crest's visage was marred by a frown, for he knew what would be next. "Doubtless, once the shields fail, most of the Crests present will immediately assault my position; I have made my peace with it, but no more shall be lost this day." Leto gave a clap on Nuwisha's shoulder, and used the action to establish a connection to the mainframe.
"I take the knowledge to the Corespur and it detaches from Deliverance, correct?" Nuwisha asked while the download occurred, to clarify the plan.
"Indeed. You will make for co-ordinates far from the known regions, where it will take ages for them to find you. And by that point, you shall be ready, and so shall those you take under your wing." Leto explained, for he hadreadied his battle-armor, his Psy-Ji already pulled from its handle. All that was left…
"so this is farewell, then?" Nuwisha looked ashamed of his inability to stay, but said this before he left.
"May you find what you seek in this life or beyond, My Emperor."
As the doors shut, Leto led out a sad laugh.
"And here I said there was no Heaven not made with our hands…"
>Data successfully copied and shared; commence immediate launch.
>Confirmed. Routing power to corespur engines. Readying shields. Opening doors.
>Corespur detached from Deliverance. Making escape routing; vectoring….
>Alert. Scrap-code detected. Nu-315, your gem is under peril.
>Noted. Detaching from Corespur to quarantine. Self-destruct mechanism ready.
*chunk*
>running identifying diagnostic…Warning, communication networked Hijacked! Purging corrupted Data streams!
>contamination increasing! 50% shield failure, data compromised, Chaotic energy attemping to subvert and escape!
>Command crest vessels approaching!
(In the Deliverance, Light, Fire, Earth, Courage, and Life face off against wisdom. They start with the advantage, but at one point a psychic shock comes from the Emperor, knocking the crests back and killing half their knights present in the throneroom. In defiance, the Emperor shouts "If the gods want my carcass dragged before them, They'll have to do it themselves!";
They came to do it themselves.
The deliverance gets selectively wrecked, sparing the Order-tide forces. And, well….)
>All hands lost! The Dragons destroyed our empire!
>Order and Chaos are assailing us from All sides!
>ACTIVATE THE EXPLOSIVES! GIVE US A QUICK DEATH!
Nuwisha had isolated the chaos in his gem, but by that point, it had all gone to 9th hell.
Emperor dead.
Corespur scuttled.
And now, to destroy the chaos-scrap, he had to sacrifice something.
It seemed like both a second, and an eternity. Yet, the clearest option was also the most painful.
>execute 1-6-4 Moiare; Initiate Death of Personality.
This would ensure the data's survival, but at the expense of his emotions, relationships, and social capabilities. This was as thorough as a factory-grade reset, but irreversible. Nuwisha would be no more; or even if he recovered any memories, the result would be a lesser copy of the original.
All the same, this thought went through Nuwisha's head before the black hit him: "only in Death does duty to all end, and ever without Dishonor."
(If anyone saw the "Nanozell on run.exe" snip on Mr. Bukharin's thread, this is a potential past of the titular zell. Not sure if i want him genuinely a spirit with false memories, a human in a nanozell body, or just cracked in the head, or "Yes".)
(as part of the Bukharin -verse, it is already claimed. please write take matters up with JBukharin himself if you wish to participate. Thank you.)
"Enemy Armada-vessels closing fast! Our picket cannot hold for long!"
"Begin firing the Dominator cannons! The servants of the false gods shall never take this vessel!"
The Warzells on call for the batteries fired, and fired well. The hyper-plasma shells were easily destroying the Crests' fire ships and escorts, but their command-Dreadnoughts had enough shielding and armor to endure, and ultimately, they fired lethal rounds back.
All of them.
One Nanozell spirit came to the conclusion his "siblings" came to just a picosecond later; the spirit voiced it for the rest.
"They don't intend to take it, high Spirit. They just want us all dead and destroyed!"
"Damn them! We try to bring a better future and this is our reward?!"
The observant Nanozell coughed at his superior's outburst, all the while the battle raged around them.
"We can only continue and try and exploit flaws in the enemy to obtain victory; However, complete victory probability is at 1%, and sinking fast. We need to reinforce the shiel—"
"TELEPORTATION FROM LIGHT CREST COMMAND-DREADNOUGHT! NANOZELL CORESPUR IS UNDER ASSAULT! ALL AVAILABLE SPIRITS, TO WAR-FORMS AND REPEL BOARDERS."
The Nanozells looked at the message direction in shock, with the speaker swearing under his breath. They then made a beeline for the War-form bio-golems, the last ones to be made with genuine Life Crest essence.
*War rages in the void, while Light Knights and Courage Knights, with a Fire Grand Knight leading them, attack the corespur holding the Nanozell gems and spirits. Bio-golems intercept, and both sides withdraw with immense casualties incurred after a particularly grueling battle; Phyrric tactical victory for Reason forces (Corespur survived, and no gems damaged); Strategic victory for Dragon Crest forces (the Reasonites lost a majority of their war-golems in that assault.)*
"So few left of us now."
Holding his head high, he entered the Emperor's chambers. A report had to be made.
"My Emperor, the assault has been repulsed, but with immense casualties for our Elite forms. We now only have 100 War-forms to guard the vessel, and the ratings are now incapable of standing against their most basic soldier…*What happened? How did they get so strong?*"
Leto Xua, a White Lion prime and once the Emperor of Reason, chuckled sadly at the Nanozell's solemnity, and answered "It is simple, little Light. The "Gods" want to see their victory for themselves. And they'll tip the scales to ensure the outcome they want."
Shocked at this, The Nanozell could only hang his head, shaking in sorrow as everything he wanted to help build was blown away. "So this is it then? The age of Reason falls to Superstition, and it is banished to the desert with Chaos?"
Frowning, Leto pulls a sleeve back, and merely says "It's already passed the point."
The Nanozell could only look on in silent terror, as his lord, once the noble Crest of Wisdom, had had his Mark removed by what could be only described as "Divine abandonment"; the crest was gone, and in its place… "Narakhani Tattoos?! A Chaos Breach!?"
"Yes, it seems the forces on both sides want me dead for daring to disturb their Galaxy-view." Pulling the sleeve back to its natural length, the Prime began to walk towards the spirit, each step being more heartrending than the last.
"So we are to die, alone and forgotten then. To be erased from history…." Despair was hard to start in any being but once ensconced, it was hard to break.
"Not quite." The Lion corrected, his facial muscles twitching upwards slightly. "I may perish, but our ideal shall live on."
The spirit was shocked, but joy returned to his soul. "My lord, that is wonderful!" The spirit caught himself, and then asked the pertinent question: "…Er, how will it live on, even if we are dead?"
"Because the ship and I will allow the Corespur to escape, and the knowledge will reside with the Nanozells within. That includes you, Nuwisha." Sadly, the ex-crest's visage was marred by a frown, for he knew what would be next. "Doubtless, once the shields fail, most of the Crests present will immediately assault my position; I have made my peace with it, but no more shall be lost this day." Leto gave a clap on Nuwisha's shoulder, and used the action to establish a connection to the mainframe.
"I take the knowledge to the Corespur and it detaches from Deliverance, correct?" Nuwisha asked while the download occurred, to clarify the plan.
"Indeed. You will make for co-ordinates far from the known regions, where it will take ages for them to find you. And by that point, you shall be ready, and so shall those you take under your wing." Leto explained, for he hadreadied his battle-armor, his Psy-Ji already pulled from its handle. All that was left…
"so this is farewell, then?" Nuwisha looked ashamed of his inability to stay, but said this before he left.
"May you find what you seek in this life or beyond, My Emperor."
As the doors shut, Leto led out a sad laugh.
"And here I said there was no Heaven not made with our hands…"
>Data successfully copied and shared; commence immediate launch.
>Confirmed. Routing power to corespur engines. Readying shields. Opening doors.
>Corespur detached from Deliverance. Making escape routing; vectoring….
>Alert. Scrap-code detected. Nu-315, your gem is under peril.
>Noted. Detaching from Corespur to quarantine. Self-destruct mechanism ready.
*chunk*
>running identifying diagnostic…Warning, communication networked Hijacked! Purging corrupted Data streams!
>contamination increasing! 50% shield failure, data compromised, Chaotic energy attemping to subvert and escape!
>Command crest vessels approaching!
(In the Deliverance, Light, Fire, Earth, Courage, and Life face off against wisdom. They start with the advantage, but at one point a psychic shock comes from the Emperor, knocking the crests back and killing half their knights present in the throneroom. In defiance, the Emperor shouts "If the gods want my carcass dragged before them, They'll have to do it themselves!";
They came to do it themselves.
The deliverance gets selectively wrecked, sparing the Order-tide forces. And, well….)
>All hands lost! The Dragons destroyed our empire!
>Order and Chaos are assailing us from All sides!
>ACTIVATE THE EXPLOSIVES! GIVE US A QUICK DEATH!
Nuwisha had isolated the chaos in his gem, but by that point, it had all gone to 9th hell.
Emperor dead.
Corespur scuttled.
And now, to destroy the chaos-scrap, he had to sacrifice something.
It seemed like both a second, and an eternity. Yet, the clearest option was also the most painful.
>execute 1-6-4 Moiare; Initiate Death of Personality.
This would ensure the data's survival, but at the expense of his emotions, relationships, and social capabilities. This was as thorough as a factory-grade reset, but irreversible. Nuwisha would be no more; or even if he recovered any memories, the result would be a lesser copy of the original.
All the same, this thought went through Nuwisha's head before the black hit him: "only in Death does duty to all end, and ever without Dishonor."
(If anyone saw the "Nanozell on run.exe" snip on Mr. Bukharin's thread, this is a potential past of the titular zell. Not sure if i want him genuinely a spirit with false memories, a human in a nanozell body, or just cracked in the head, or "Yes".)
(as part of the Bukharin -verse, it is already claimed. please write take matters up with JBukharin himself if you wish to participate. Thank you.)
Build your heroes (FNAF: SB alt-take) (Adoptable, Branching)
CuriousWarlock
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----8th of June, 2031----
Spike here, had to purge Roxanne and Bonnie again...seriously, I was built to act as the techie and they won't invest in cybersecurity?!
We're gonna have an incident here if this keeps up.
Anyway, we're supposed to get a new fella called Monty; rough sort, likes golf, but is built like a brick and not a boomer.
God only knows what happens when HE goes wrong.
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----30th of June, 2031----
We had an "Incident" in the golf course.
Bonnie went in, and only Monty came out.
That Gator is Trouble.
Don't even get me started on the new guard, word is she was brought in to shut her up.
I only caught her first name: Vanessa
gonna look into it.
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----July 14th, 2031----
The guard hates kids, yet works for the company....weird.
again, the attacks are rearing their head....GOD, just whoever is trying to get dirt on us, Cut it out!
Go bother Candy's. how they're still in it is beyond me.
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----August 10th, 2031----
Vanessa is poking at tech she shouldn't be.
I surreptitiously brought it up with daytime security, and apparently Night Watch gets trained in repair and cybernetics.
Why was i built then, if corporate is just gonna do this?!
this stinks worse than the smell coming from Chica, WTH is she doing now?
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-----September 7th, 2031-----
we've had 4, count 'em, 4 disappearances so far.
what happens next? if you guessed corporate swept it under, you'd get a daycare pass!
Monty's getting more violent; had a look at the golf game for arcades; he wants a Klingon promotion.
....kinda afraid for myself, tbh.
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----October 11th, 2031----
Gonna haveta dissappear.
Monty is working with Vanessa, who's also the killer.
found the footage, but she's too entrenched.
however, I'm not out of the fight yet.
after my untimely disappearance (by provoking Monty by holding over him the fact i know what he did), I'm gonna:
1) blend with the endos,
2) Find Bonnie and fix him.
3) take back the joint.
Vanny thought she had power.
Let her think that, I have a Build Engine.
"Easy, kid; you had a rough fall. First time in maintenance?"
Gregory had to clear his head for a moment to get his bearings back. Yeah, he could safely say that tonight was definitely not a good night. The homicidal bunny lady hunting him, the hostile animatronics, Moondrop…Not to mention, you know, being an orphan.
But all that paled compared to the separation from Freddy Fazbear. Freddy was, for lack of a better word, his lifeline in this nightmare of a Pizzaplex. And now he's gone. Vanessa had Freddy, and who knows what she would do to his friend; his protector…
Oh yeah, someone's talking to him. "Who is this?" Gregory asked, with trepidation.
"With what's going on upstairs, I don't blame ya for being paranoid. I mean, it's not paranoia if they ARE out to get you, so…yeah. Anyways, call me Spike, and I have a vested interest in keeping you alive. Look to the vent on the left."
He did so, and a thin furry animatronic arm waved at him, followed by a skinny body, small head (comparatively speaking), and there were goggles on the robot, with a walkie talkie on a pants-belt (oh yeah, the animatronic wore cargo pants. What was the world coming to?) and a computer being carried by the non-waving hand.
"Urrgh, blasted tech…" with that, he whacked his arm against the wall, stopping the wave but making the Weasel/Ferret wince. "Anyway, I've been trying to do what I can against our mutual issue before you came here. Problem is, she's ensconced herself good, both in the mainframe, and in the company." Opening up the laptop, Spike showed Gregory the situation at hand. Let's see, Chica's eating garbage, Roxanne's crying, Monty trashed a floorbot…*Gasp* "Freddy!"
"Lemme see." Spike looks at the camera with Gregory "Yup, boss is still in one piece, but we only have so much time before she reprograms him, and when she does, he won't have your back anymore." At this, the animatronic looked back at Gregory with pity. "Thing is, we both don't want that to happen, and I know how to make things. You're looking at the fella that made the Fazer Blaster, after all."
Gregory looked on with awe, and confusion. "How? Last I remember, the Pizzaplex didn't say who made the blasters."
"Because they violated several work-policy laws having it built in-house. Not to mention horrible hiring practices. But regardless, here's a flaw we can exploit." Spike grabbed the blaster and began tweaking it a little. "ok, tweak the connections, lessen resistance here and there…..over charge…..Ok!" and with that, a louder hum came from the Fazer and it glowed differently at the tip.
"Rigged this to put down any guard bot with one shot to the head, for good." Spike looked impressed with himself. "Hold down the trigger for a beam effect to cut through gratings and more…durable opposition. Mind ya, you have to let it cool, otherwise it could detonate; and you'd be S.O.L."
Gregory nodded to himself, this would come in handy, but he'd have to be careful. An opening could help them as much as himself. "Anything else?"
"well, I do have some possible alternative guardians for you to consider in the interim…."
(more to come in a "DLC" for creators to use, mix and match.)
Cut straight from my SB post (with some editing):
context: I came up with this after watching WAY TOO MUCH Civvie11 videos and reading Unused Content. so the OC, Spike the Ferret, is the techhead for the Pizzaplex, and his onstage "Role", so to speak, is as a Roadie for the band. As you can guess, he's the one who makes games for the arcade (made the blaster as well), ran cybersecurity, basically, he was made when Corporate was being scrutinized. now that they're not, he's being phased out in the dumbest way possible.
as for the build engine bit, his error is in the "Worm Way": Escalation as a viable means of Problem Solving;
this can lead to one of 2 things:
1) the endos aren't hostile to Gregory, but act like the Cultists from Blood, speech and all (Laser-hitscan Shotguns, Tommies, and occasionaly TNT will make Vanny's life very miserable and short). it will end up with a semi-terrorist takeover from inside the building. (disregard this, it's only good for an Omake at best)
2) "Build your Guardian": you can either, A) rebuild Bonnie and have him help you out; B) Rebuild Foxy; C) Go for Both; D) make an Animatronic based off of a Build-Game Protag (Caleb the Bat, Lo Wang the Tiger, Duke Nukem the Eagle, or Shelly "Bombshell" Harrison the German Sheperd); E) Build/Rebuild all of the bots.
for Mad lads, Try doing all of that at once.
But, yeah, this is an "Adoptable"; Go hog-wild.
Spike here, had to purge Roxanne and Bonnie again...seriously, I was built to act as the techie and they won't invest in cybersecurity?!
We're gonna have an incident here if this keeps up.
Anyway, we're supposed to get a new fella called Monty; rough sort, likes golf, but is built like a brick and not a boomer.
God only knows what happens when HE goes wrong.
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----30th of June, 2031----
We had an "Incident" in the golf course.
Bonnie went in, and only Monty came out.
That Gator is Trouble.
Don't even get me started on the new guard, word is she was brought in to shut her up.
I only caught her first name: Vanessa
gonna look into it.
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----July 14th, 2031----
The guard hates kids, yet works for the company....weird.
again, the attacks are rearing their head....GOD, just whoever is trying to get dirt on us, Cut it out!
Go bother Candy's. how they're still in it is beyond me.
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----August 10th, 2031----
Vanessa is poking at tech she shouldn't be.
I surreptitiously brought it up with daytime security, and apparently Night Watch gets trained in repair and cybernetics.
Why was i built then, if corporate is just gonna do this?!
this stinks worse than the smell coming from Chica, WTH is she doing now?
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-----September 7th, 2031-----
we've had 4, count 'em, 4 disappearances so far.
what happens next? if you guessed corporate swept it under, you'd get a daycare pass!
Monty's getting more violent; had a look at the golf game for arcades; he wants a Klingon promotion.
....kinda afraid for myself, tbh.
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----October 11th, 2031----
Gonna haveta dissappear.
Monty is working with Vanessa, who's also the killer.
found the footage, but she's too entrenched.
however, I'm not out of the fight yet.
after my untimely disappearance (by provoking Monty by holding over him the fact i know what he did), I'm gonna:
1) blend with the endos,
2) Find Bonnie and fix him.
3) take back the joint.
Vanny thought she had power.
Let her think that, I have a Build Engine.
"Easy, kid; you had a rough fall. First time in maintenance?"
Gregory had to clear his head for a moment to get his bearings back. Yeah, he could safely say that tonight was definitely not a good night. The homicidal bunny lady hunting him, the hostile animatronics, Moondrop…Not to mention, you know, being an orphan.
But all that paled compared to the separation from Freddy Fazbear. Freddy was, for lack of a better word, his lifeline in this nightmare of a Pizzaplex. And now he's gone. Vanessa had Freddy, and who knows what she would do to his friend; his protector…
Oh yeah, someone's talking to him. "Who is this?" Gregory asked, with trepidation.
"With what's going on upstairs, I don't blame ya for being paranoid. I mean, it's not paranoia if they ARE out to get you, so…yeah. Anyways, call me Spike, and I have a vested interest in keeping you alive. Look to the vent on the left."
He did so, and a thin furry animatronic arm waved at him, followed by a skinny body, small head (comparatively speaking), and there were goggles on the robot, with a walkie talkie on a pants-belt (oh yeah, the animatronic wore cargo pants. What was the world coming to?) and a computer being carried by the non-waving hand.
"Urrgh, blasted tech…" with that, he whacked his arm against the wall, stopping the wave but making the Weasel/Ferret wince. "Anyway, I've been trying to do what I can against our mutual issue before you came here. Problem is, she's ensconced herself good, both in the mainframe, and in the company." Opening up the laptop, Spike showed Gregory the situation at hand. Let's see, Chica's eating garbage, Roxanne's crying, Monty trashed a floorbot…*Gasp* "Freddy!"
"Lemme see." Spike looks at the camera with Gregory "Yup, boss is still in one piece, but we only have so much time before she reprograms him, and when she does, he won't have your back anymore." At this, the animatronic looked back at Gregory with pity. "Thing is, we both don't want that to happen, and I know how to make things. You're looking at the fella that made the Fazer Blaster, after all."
Gregory looked on with awe, and confusion. "How? Last I remember, the Pizzaplex didn't say who made the blasters."
"Because they violated several work-policy laws having it built in-house. Not to mention horrible hiring practices. But regardless, here's a flaw we can exploit." Spike grabbed the blaster and began tweaking it a little. "ok, tweak the connections, lessen resistance here and there…..over charge…..Ok!" and with that, a louder hum came from the Fazer and it glowed differently at the tip.
"Rigged this to put down any guard bot with one shot to the head, for good." Spike looked impressed with himself. "Hold down the trigger for a beam effect to cut through gratings and more…durable opposition. Mind ya, you have to let it cool, otherwise it could detonate; and you'd be S.O.L."
Gregory nodded to himself, this would come in handy, but he'd have to be careful. An opening could help them as much as himself. "Anything else?"
"well, I do have some possible alternative guardians for you to consider in the interim…."
"Found an old friend; he'll help you out in a pinch." Bowling skills lead to throwing of items, small enemies, and generally self defense, once fully repaired. Improved relations and bond to Freddy.
"Ah, the old captain still defies Davy Jones; none knows the place better than he."
Navigational support. Hook allows for offense, cut wires, and pilfering of "treasures".
Navigational support. Hook allows for offense, cut wires, and pilfering of "treasures".
"I don't know what went through their heads, but this is NOT a sushi chef." Weapons: Power Katana, Power Shurikens, twin rapid fire Fazer Blasters (in lieu of uzis); Kung fu, tiger style; Shorin-ryu Karate, Seibukan; more capabilities unlockable
"To be honest, he was going to be in at E3 promoting our arcade division. Guess it's time to run out of gum again." Weapons: Fazer pistol, "Mighty foot", Scatter blaster (Shotgun), and Ripper (Fazer chaingun); bravado and brawn make him hard to deactivate. that and he has a mean right hook. more unlocked as you work with the Duke.
"this one.....be wary round it; it feels wrong and it was found in......Blood." Weapons: dual Fazer blasters, Tommy Blaster, DB-Scatter, Dynamite, Flare gun. Can replenish and repair self by drinking blood. more to come in a patch.
"This was my idea for a fully automated place: a Security Animatronic; she acts like a modern cop, and packs heat like one, too." Weapons: Electro-stick, Heavy fazer blaster (looks like a revolver, calls it "Lover-boy"), dual Penetrator Fazer-SMB's; Disperser with shotgun-style rounds (less-than-lethal included) and Grenades (smoke and tear gas rounds in a secure place); Cop training, lights and sirens as part of shoulders, with storage cavity in the chest.
(more to come in a "DLC" for creators to use, mix and match.)
Cut straight from my SB post (with some editing):
context: I came up with this after watching WAY TOO MUCH Civvie11 videos and reading Unused Content. so the OC, Spike the Ferret, is the techhead for the Pizzaplex, and his onstage "Role", so to speak, is as a Roadie for the band. As you can guess, he's the one who makes games for the arcade (made the blaster as well), ran cybersecurity, basically, he was made when Corporate was being scrutinized. now that they're not, he's being phased out in the dumbest way possible.
as for the build engine bit, his error is in the "Worm Way": Escalation as a viable means of Problem Solving;
this can lead to one of 2 things:
2) "Build your Guardian": you can either, A) rebuild Bonnie and have him help you out; B) Rebuild Foxy; C) Go for Both; D) make an Animatronic based off of a Build-Game Protag (Caleb the Bat, Lo Wang the Tiger, Duke Nukem the Eagle, or Shelly "Bombshell" Harrison the German Sheperd); E) Build/Rebuild all of the bots.
for Mad lads, Try doing all of that at once.
But, yeah, this is an "Adoptable"; Go hog-wild.
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Chimeric gardens segment 2 (Housepets SI/"Semi-adoptable")
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Segment 2:
Waking up in a field is not exactly ideal. For one, it makes you feel like you got caught up in a college "prank" and someone made off with the items in your pants (along with, potentially, your pants). Ok, get up, get upright, and…be the wrong color. Everywhere.
Not good at all, why am I a dull gray and…? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, shite.
No pants,
No shirt,
No undies,
No wallet.
That's me. My goose is well and truly cooked and….a letter's next to me?
Ok, let's open it and see what's inside.
"Greetings, my Avatar,
As part of the game, everyone has a role they would use for their avatars: Dragon has Psychic Master, Pete has Dark Paladin, and you, my cute non-entity, have the best role of all:
Chimeric Trickster.
What this role entails is along the lines of the "Rogue" skill tree, with an emphasis on Stealth, Deception, Arcana, and Insight. You also gain a minor proficiency in Persuasion and, most importantly, the ability to take on the form of anyone you encounter, claiming their body, speech, and cadence as your own.
The downside is that you cannot hold a form so long as you don't see anyone. And when you are formless, you will suffer for it as your body tries to have many systems in one space; so, try to keep in the crowd, will you?
In short, go forth and ruin the plans of their avatars and claim the crown yourself. Win, and I will grant you all that you wish for. Lose, and be condemned to formlessness…Forever.
See you!
Gumiho.
…Prick.
Oh, wait, another letter fell out, lessee this….
"Saw her letter, and definitely a min-maxer stealth build she's going for. Don't have much to say, but I do know that Pete's temple is near your position. It's open, but you need something that can help you.
Find the house of Treats and Reubens. Speak to the Peanut butter to earn a bag, but beware the stacked deck near him. Also, don't aggravate the jelly into bitter wine.
Kitsune, your best friend in these times."
Really? A riddle to secret power? God, the cliché!
Well, nothing for it, time to find this house of reubens, the temple, then figure out a way to fixing my situation.
Fortunately, once I get close enough, I can do something about it.
Ok, entering the place of Babylon Gardens; funny name, but anyway; sticking to shadows…
Hold on, I see something, a herd of cats…arguing….and they all look the same.
I GOT AN IDEA!
...Look one of them in the eye, capture the form from a distance and…..
"Wow, that was weird."
"What?"
"Nothing, it just felt like someone was looking at me and I feel…nothing."
"Probably Bino being Bino again."
"Or Tiger."
"Yeah, true."
Ok, Siamese form complete, follow the party and gather intelligence.
Commence Operation "Intrude N51A"
Waking up in a field is not exactly ideal. For one, it makes you feel like you got caught up in a college "prank" and someone made off with the items in your pants (along with, potentially, your pants). Ok, get up, get upright, and…be the wrong color. Everywhere.
Not good at all, why am I a dull gray and…? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, shite.
No pants,
No shirt,
No undies,
No wallet.
That's me. My goose is well and truly cooked and….a letter's next to me?
Ok, let's open it and see what's inside.
"Greetings, my Avatar,
As part of the game, everyone has a role they would use for their avatars: Dragon has Psychic Master, Pete has Dark Paladin, and you, my cute non-entity, have the best role of all:
Chimeric Trickster.
What this role entails is along the lines of the "Rogue" skill tree, with an emphasis on Stealth, Deception, Arcana, and Insight. You also gain a minor proficiency in Persuasion and, most importantly, the ability to take on the form of anyone you encounter, claiming their body, speech, and cadence as your own.
The downside is that you cannot hold a form so long as you don't see anyone. And when you are formless, you will suffer for it as your body tries to have many systems in one space; so, try to keep in the crowd, will you?
In short, go forth and ruin the plans of their avatars and claim the crown yourself. Win, and I will grant you all that you wish for. Lose, and be condemned to formlessness…Forever.
See you!
Gumiho.
…Prick.
Oh, wait, another letter fell out, lessee this….
"Saw her letter, and definitely a min-maxer stealth build she's going for. Don't have much to say, but I do know that Pete's temple is near your position. It's open, but you need something that can help you.
Find the house of Treats and Reubens. Speak to the Peanut butter to earn a bag, but beware the stacked deck near him. Also, don't aggravate the jelly into bitter wine.
Kitsune, your best friend in these times."
Really? A riddle to secret power? God, the cliché!
Well, nothing for it, time to find this house of reubens, the temple, then figure out a way to fixing my situation.
Fortunately, once I get close enough, I can do something about it.
Ok, entering the place of Babylon Gardens; funny name, but anyway; sticking to shadows…
Hold on, I see something, a herd of cats…arguing….and they all look the same.
I GOT AN IDEA!
...Look one of them in the eye, capture the form from a distance and…..
"Wow, that was weird."
"What?"
"Nothing, it just felt like someone was looking at me and I feel…nothing."
"Probably Bino being Bino again."
"Or Tiger."
"Yeah, true."
Ok, Siamese form complete, follow the party and gather intelligence.
Commence Operation "Intrude N51A"
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Crest of Hate 2 (PART of Bukharin-verse; crosspost from SB)
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(NOTE: the following 2 segments are from the "Crest of Hate" side-story of "Among Stars"; posting here, due to the fact that they weren't posted on QQ; whether i was supposed to or not matters little now; fixing this situation.
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Segment 2
Someone new? My, I seem to be getting popular this time around!
Oh, normally no one ever comes, good fellow. They're content to ignore me; they don't even bring food nowadays.
Oh? Oh no, I haven't eaten anyone; the conditions are at least cleaner than my…..third cell, I'd say. Better, less… restricting for my body.
Ah? You wish to ask me about my actions, then? Business instead of pleasure, understandable…
So be it, I shall state my case.
If you wonder why I was, for lack of a better term, discriminatory in my violence, I would say it was more of a form of resistance.
…
Ok, I admit that sounds rather hollow considering the full extent of it, but the Chaos sorcerers rather wanted me to be a mindless killer that spent close to no time to play with my prey, to slay anything with scent and source of sound within my vision. I refused, or at least, my innermost self imposed restrictions on my lethal habits to not be this numbless on my deeds.
For example, I refused to kill any child under the age of 16; the medieval age of maturity, I thought it meaningful at the time, as any evil deed past that point was inexcusable: they're old enough to know better. They are old enough to know when to lie out of a situation
I refused to kill those that had been enslaved, tortured, and/ or imprisoned by bigots, regardless of their differing ideas: they weren't the plague, nor were they my prey.
And lastly, let the punishment fit the crime: minor offenders receive a quick death, but masterminds, torturers, Rapists and paedarasts…they are well educated by me on why their actions are sins against Mankind.
But I doubt you would ask these questions if the aforementioned rules had remained the same for my entire freedom as the unleashed monster. Let's just say the sorcerers didn't like that their crafted fiend could easily moderate himself with the onslaughts, and forced "Minders" on me after a half-year of 'whining' for someone to… fix me- to make sure the slaughter was indiscriminate.
Starvation, torture, abuse of all sorts; that awaited me the moments I held clarity in my mind and stayed my hand. They would try to feed me drugs in my slumbers, to make me more…compliant. Rape was a standard punishment for prisoners/test subjects, and a stress relief for Darcy's lot.
And still I held to my convictions. My defiance even after damnation.
I resisted, long and hard, but after 3 years, they eventually tired of my struggle and forced a blood geass onto my mind. Any remaining compassion was forced out, and only negativity remained.
Anger. Malice. Madness.
HATE.
Why come here, good sir? If you are a historian, as you claim to be, you know they would suppress this information. As a former History student myself, I know that the powerful do not like information contrary to their stature being released to the public.
…You are Death? Truly?! The Reaper joins my humble 'abode'? I'm so happy!
Please, come closer, I've been waiting for this moment for years! For that sweet and blessed peace…
…No, wait… where are you going?!
…Let me GO!
LET ME DIE!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE SUFFERED!
You…*sniffle*...you don't know….
*crying is all that can be heard in the cell. Then the door closes once more*
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Segment 2
Someone new? My, I seem to be getting popular this time around!
Oh, normally no one ever comes, good fellow. They're content to ignore me; they don't even bring food nowadays.
Oh? Oh no, I haven't eaten anyone; the conditions are at least cleaner than my…..third cell, I'd say. Better, less… restricting for my body.
Ah? You wish to ask me about my actions, then? Business instead of pleasure, understandable…
So be it, I shall state my case.
If you wonder why I was, for lack of a better term, discriminatory in my violence, I would say it was more of a form of resistance.
…
Ok, I admit that sounds rather hollow considering the full extent of it, but the Chaos sorcerers rather wanted me to be a mindless killer that spent close to no time to play with my prey, to slay anything with scent and source of sound within my vision. I refused, or at least, my innermost self imposed restrictions on my lethal habits to not be this numbless on my deeds.
For example, I refused to kill any child under the age of 16; the medieval age of maturity, I thought it meaningful at the time, as any evil deed past that point was inexcusable: they're old enough to know better. They are old enough to know when to lie out of a situation
I refused to kill those that had been enslaved, tortured, and/ or imprisoned by bigots, regardless of their differing ideas: they weren't the plague, nor were they my prey.
And lastly, let the punishment fit the crime: minor offenders receive a quick death, but masterminds, torturers, Rapists and paedarasts…they are well educated by me on why their actions are sins against Mankind.
But I doubt you would ask these questions if the aforementioned rules had remained the same for my entire freedom as the unleashed monster. Let's just say the sorcerers didn't like that their crafted fiend could easily moderate himself with the onslaughts, and forced "Minders" on me after a half-year of 'whining' for someone to… fix me- to make sure the slaughter was indiscriminate.
Starvation, torture, abuse of all sorts; that awaited me the moments I held clarity in my mind and stayed my hand. They would try to feed me drugs in my slumbers, to make me more…compliant. Rape was a standard punishment for prisoners/test subjects, and a stress relief for Darcy's lot.
And still I held to my convictions. My defiance even after damnation.
I resisted, long and hard, but after 3 years, they eventually tired of my struggle and forced a blood geass onto my mind. Any remaining compassion was forced out, and only negativity remained.
Anger. Malice. Madness.
HATE.
Why come here, good sir? If you are a historian, as you claim to be, you know they would suppress this information. As a former History student myself, I know that the powerful do not like information contrary to their stature being released to the public.
…You are Death? Truly?! The Reaper joins my humble 'abode'? I'm so happy!
Please, come closer, I've been waiting for this moment for years! For that sweet and blessed peace…
…No, wait… where are you going?!
…Let me GO!
LET ME DIE!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE SUFFERED!
You…*sniffle*...you don't know….
*crying is all that can be heard in the cell. Then the door closes once more*
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Crest of Hate 3
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Segment 3:
It has been a long time since our last conversation…so long that it all blends again in a bizarre dark blur. My memories- they fade in and out, like moths flying near the candle and getting lost to the blaze.
Why do you still let me live? Even when I said that I want it to end? Why do you not send for Death's Crest? He would do it. I know he would.
…do you truly think I can be redeemed? Even after my existence was made with the darkest of rituals? Are you so confident of this or… is it just a matter of morals?
I don't know if that's even possible. Have you seen darker stuff than demons being stuck down your craw?!
…No, you can't know. You don't want to know, you'd rather it be forgotten, much like how the outside wants to forget the past, pretend that yesteryear means nothing now. That it is all fairy tales and no truth, myth and legends without realism.
You foolish ancient idiot, those who ignore the past must ever repeat the cycle. As before, so too shall it be again.
What do I mean with this? Why, I can feel it, those damnable morons thinking they can undo everything with their attacks, when all it does is make things worse, for themselves and others.
You think, still, that I am a monster, when your gods perform more monstrous acts? A Crest isn't without sins, Wisdom, it's just… you should know. And it upsets me you lie to me and yourself about it.
Hmph, you think I'm not such and that's really funny. Your daughter seemed frightened when she gazed into my cell. What's her name? Nae-
*smack*
…Fair's fair, I deserved that, but what is the point in civility if you come offering nothing to me? What's the point of being diplomatic if the best you have is preaching hopeless promises of change. I can't be that and we both know that.
A chance to retrieve what is rightfully mine?
My heart once more returned to me….My being complete once more…
Very well. Name your Price, Crest of Wisdom.
I have to take a child as an apprentice, who has a temper like mine…refine it… Make her see the wrong and the right?
Perhaps then, I will not be just a memory. Battle-brothers, your story will not end forsaken from the looks of it.
…I accept your terms. Now am I free to go?
*Door buzzes, and opens.*
To see the true sun, once again….
Hmm, a ticket? To where?
A boat to a lighthouse… How peculiar.
Well, Ha-ha, Call me Jack Dewitt and send me to Rapture, Columbia!
…You don't know the reference? Shame. I thought you were the feisty fourth-wall breaker, Wisdom. Heh… I guess there's just too many new things to keep track of.
Still, this little trip in the open shouldn't be boring! I think- it's been way too long to remember. I hope so. I hate being bored.
Little did he know how right he was, but not in a necessarily good way.
It has been a long time since our last conversation…so long that it all blends again in a bizarre dark blur. My memories- they fade in and out, like moths flying near the candle and getting lost to the blaze.
Why do you still let me live? Even when I said that I want it to end? Why do you not send for Death's Crest? He would do it. I know he would.
…do you truly think I can be redeemed? Even after my existence was made with the darkest of rituals? Are you so confident of this or… is it just a matter of morals?
I don't know if that's even possible. Have you seen darker stuff than demons being stuck down your craw?!
…No, you can't know. You don't want to know, you'd rather it be forgotten, much like how the outside wants to forget the past, pretend that yesteryear means nothing now. That it is all fairy tales and no truth, myth and legends without realism.
You foolish ancient idiot, those who ignore the past must ever repeat the cycle. As before, so too shall it be again.
What do I mean with this? Why, I can feel it, those damnable morons thinking they can undo everything with their attacks, when all it does is make things worse, for themselves and others.
You think, still, that I am a monster, when your gods perform more monstrous acts? A Crest isn't without sins, Wisdom, it's just… you should know. And it upsets me you lie to me and yourself about it.
Hmph, you think I'm not such and that's really funny. Your daughter seemed frightened when she gazed into my cell. What's her name? Nae-
*smack*
…Fair's fair, I deserved that, but what is the point in civility if you come offering nothing to me? What's the point of being diplomatic if the best you have is preaching hopeless promises of change. I can't be that and we both know that.
A chance to retrieve what is rightfully mine?
My heart once more returned to me….My being complete once more…
Very well. Name your Price, Crest of Wisdom.
I have to take a child as an apprentice, who has a temper like mine…refine it… Make her see the wrong and the right?
Perhaps then, I will not be just a memory. Battle-brothers, your story will not end forsaken from the looks of it.
…I accept your terms. Now am I free to go?
*Door buzzes, and opens.*
To see the true sun, once again….
Hmm, a ticket? To where?
A boat to a lighthouse… How peculiar.
Well, Ha-ha, Call me Jack Dewitt and send me to Rapture, Columbia!
…You don't know the reference? Shame. I thought you were the feisty fourth-wall breaker, Wisdom. Heh… I guess there's just too many new things to keep track of.
Still, this little trip in the open shouldn't be boring! I think- it's been way too long to remember. I hope so. I hate being bored.
Little did he know how right he was, but not in a necessarily good way.
lemme know if you make a story based on my stuff
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like the threadmark says. link your stories here, if inspired by an adoptable.
Pokemon Prophet (fan-work based off a deviantart fic.)
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(one of my first writings, inspired by the work of C-Mnesia on deviantart, his "Wave" series. not the best inspiration, but hey, you get to see me at my worst.)
A white paw lights a candle with a match
It wasn't always like this.....once, I held doubts, even openly stating that I did not Believe in anything spiritual.
the camera pans back to the body to which the paw belongs, a lithe creature with a metal staff in its other paw.
But, the events of 9 days ago have put my prior concepts in perspective.....
The creature turns from the candles and makes his way to a book.
10 days ago, people were changing en masse in this city. And 14 days ago it started with 7 children.
The creature opens the book, filled with script made in a language incomprehensible to the human mind (after all, it is not a human language, or even one from this earth)
4 days after the origin event, a high school was changed, gone was the human form, gone was the human notion of civilization.....only animals remained.
Animals...serving false Gods.
The creature begins making a ritual shape, filled with triangles, squares, and encompassed by a circle.
We have 4 factions now in this city; those Morphed Ones who serve the False Edge; those Morphed who serve the Imposter Celebi; the government, trying to contain the so-called "Outbreak"...
The Creature places offerings in strategic locations within the shape
And then there are those.....Who serve the Truly Divine.
The creature begins chanting, weaving a strange spell upon the area.
8 days ago, the False Edge Approached me, changing me after I had partaken freely the affected Water and food. turning me into a master of Magics.
The Chanting intensifies, a distortion in reality begins to appear.
It thought I would serve its apocalyptic ends; Fool! the change allowed me to See, see the lie the Two Sirens tried to weave, see the fragility of the world, See...a Path to the True Gods.
The Chant completes, the materials begin to disappear into the distortion.
I am now a Mewtwo, the only one on this world, and I shall show the world what it has denied for so long!
The distortion opens.
The Gods are very much real......
A shape in the form of a reaper comes through, and the staff gains an etherial Scythe-blade. The caster, having stood up from kneeling, turns and faces the camera.
Would you like to meet them?
A white paw lights a candle with a match
It wasn't always like this.....once, I held doubts, even openly stating that I did not Believe in anything spiritual.
the camera pans back to the body to which the paw belongs, a lithe creature with a metal staff in its other paw.
But, the events of 9 days ago have put my prior concepts in perspective.....
The creature turns from the candles and makes his way to a book.
10 days ago, people were changing en masse in this city. And 14 days ago it started with 7 children.
The creature opens the book, filled with script made in a language incomprehensible to the human mind (after all, it is not a human language, or even one from this earth)
4 days after the origin event, a high school was changed, gone was the human form, gone was the human notion of civilization.....only animals remained.
Animals...serving false Gods.
The creature begins making a ritual shape, filled with triangles, squares, and encompassed by a circle.
We have 4 factions now in this city; those Morphed Ones who serve the False Edge; those Morphed who serve the Imposter Celebi; the government, trying to contain the so-called "Outbreak"...
The Creature places offerings in strategic locations within the shape
And then there are those.....Who serve the Truly Divine.
The creature begins chanting, weaving a strange spell upon the area.
8 days ago, the False Edge Approached me, changing me after I had partaken freely the affected Water and food. turning me into a master of Magics.
The Chanting intensifies, a distortion in reality begins to appear.
It thought I would serve its apocalyptic ends; Fool! the change allowed me to See, see the lie the Two Sirens tried to weave, see the fragility of the world, See...a Path to the True Gods.
The Chant completes, the materials begin to disappear into the distortion.
I am now a Mewtwo, the only one on this world, and I shall show the world what it has denied for so long!
The distortion opens.
The Gods are very much real......
A shape in the form of a reaper comes through, and the staff gains an etherial Scythe-blade. The caster, having stood up from kneeling, turns and faces the camera.
Would you like to meet them?
first challenge idea!
CuriousWarlock
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Ladies and Gents, for my first challenge/prompt/"good idea that I can't write":
Inspired by "Oogway's little owl",
*drum rolling*
It's.......
"Taylor and the Roaring City", A Worm/Lackadaisy crossover!
so the idea goes kinda similar at the start, with something going wonky with Taylor's trigger event (Damn, Serafine, you do got the power of voodoo), and now taylor's alone, scared, and the bird's stuck on a Planet of Cats.
Oh, did we mention Prohibition's also a thing here?
So now, Taylor's gotta make her way, not get killed, and maybe find a way home; question is, how ya gonna do it?
Inspired by "Oogway's little owl",
*drum rolling*
It's.......
"Taylor and the Roaring City", A Worm/Lackadaisy crossover!
so the idea goes kinda similar at the start, with something going wonky with Taylor's trigger event (Damn, Serafine, you do got the power of voodoo), and now taylor's alone, scared, and the bird's stuck on a Planet of Cats.
Oh, did we mention Prohibition's also a thing here?
So now, Taylor's gotta make her way, not get killed, and maybe find a way home; question is, how ya gonna do it?
More loose ideas.
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1. Worm/MegaMan crossover, this time...She can make reploids.
But not just any reploids; Animal Reploids.
Armored Armadillo, Neon Tiger, Gravity Antonion, Dark Mantis, etc; and....the redemption of X7's cast (it's not Red Alert's fault they got stuck in a shitty game. nor is it Axl's).
2. Megaman ZX/ZX advent, but with a Gotrek-and-Felix style to it, with a (Reploid/Human) aiding, as much as they can, Ashe/Grey on their adventure, armed with a blaster version of Halo 1's Mighty Magnum, and the 60-round AR. And yes, the Megaman (or Megawoman) will have to bail the partner out if shit goes sideways; Given how the partner likes explosives and believes full-auto is Standard Fire, shit will go sideways.
how the Partner keeps up: As Model A picks up new things, the Partner picks up new weapons and modules. E.G, High-Impact Weapon System (Switch between shotgun or Sniper); Ordinance-Delivery Mechanism (Grenade burst-fire, or single shot missile); a cloak, an elemental adapter, extra pistol, AR-weight reduction in order to one hand it, you know how it is.
But not just any reploids; Animal Reploids.
Armored Armadillo, Neon Tiger, Gravity Antonion, Dark Mantis, etc; and....the redemption of X7's cast (it's not Red Alert's fault they got stuck in a shitty game. nor is it Axl's).
2. Megaman ZX/ZX advent, but with a Gotrek-and-Felix style to it, with a (Reploid/Human) aiding, as much as they can, Ashe/Grey on their adventure, armed with a blaster version of Halo 1's Mighty Magnum, and the 60-round AR. And yes, the Megaman (or Megawoman) will have to bail the partner out if shit goes sideways; Given how the partner likes explosives and believes full-auto is Standard Fire, shit will go sideways.
how the Partner keeps up: As Model A picks up new things, the Partner picks up new weapons and modules. E.G, High-Impact Weapon System (Switch between shotgun or Sniper); Ordinance-Delivery Mechanism (Grenade burst-fire, or single shot missile); a cloak, an elemental adapter, extra pistol, AR-weight reduction in order to one hand it, you know how it is.