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CLASSIC: After Humanity
August 26th, 2022 at 3:06pm
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After her extensive research in the fields of genetic modification and synthesis of biological tissue, Dr. Elizabeth Green reaches out to famous engineer Dr. Thomas Light with a proposition to collaborate. The project itself is something never before done: a robot made of flesh. There were genetically-modified children already running around, with antennae on their heads or bodies with unnaturally pronounced muscles, but she proclaimed it to be completely different. Something that will combine the strongest aspects of man and machine.
Something to surpass humanity.
21XX
Many years after the passing of both of her creators, Roll Asterisk is released out of hibernation in Light Labs. Even so many years into the future, and even with her apparent crudeness, she was revolutionary. She woke up to a world where genetic modification was in full swing. Rich families used genetic modification to make their bloodlines appear exotic and beautiful. Many sub-humans, and subsequently biorobots grown from Asterisk’s data, were made for research and physical labour on alien planets, many were made as weapons for still-warring factions…
...Some were made only because humanity wanted to play God.
212X
It backfired. Subhumans were fed up with being toys and tools. They began to rebel. They had elected their leader, Backslash. He was a subhuman, specialised war fodder, specifically. His manufacturers thought him to have died in one of their wars. The conflict had began escalating more and more under his command, and his goal? Eliminate all humans. “Rip it out with the root”, he said. Setting up base on Lua, he sent out “rescue missions” to subhuman-inhabited worker colonies, taking down their human leaders, and inviting them to join the cause. Shortly, all humans off Earth were hunted down and contained in one place.
Despite being part of the oppressed, most biorobots had little interest in joining the now human-dubbed “Mavericks”. Most only had an illusion of free will, and Asterisk herself, despite being truly autonomous, thought the resistance to be barbaric and violent. However, her diplomatic attitude had to be reluctantly thawed as she was called to be a leader of the "Maverick Hunters"
2180
To everyone involved, the conflict felt like it would never end. Both leaders, Asterisk and Backslash, were blamed by everyone for their losses, and their ideas of "thawing for pacifism" and "taking out the root" seemed like demented fairytales.
Nowhere near Earth was safe as it had become a massive battlefield, and the only advancements made were in the field of weaponry…
Weaponry that Backslash had directed at planet Earth on January 1st, 2180… and fired, as if to celebrate the new year. And it wasn’t long until Asterisk sent her response back to Lua…
Soon, both Earth and its moon were turned into shards.
Humans are now extinct.
Currently it is the year 20 A.H. (or AD 2200), January 12. Many have only recently finished celebrating the beginning of a new century.
With more completely sentient biorobots and no baseline human species, the concept of Humanity is being redefined.
Earth may be in shambles, but that only means there is more reason to delve into and explore the infinite vastness of space.
And so, as the wheel of history begins to spin again, a new start awaits Humanity.
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CLASSIC: After Humanity
Posted by YouTasteNice on August 26th, 2022 at 3:06pm
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Posted on August 26th, 2022 at 4:58pm
Posted 2022/08/26 at 4:58pm
#1
Runnin' Down a Dream - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
A figure flies through the calm sky at supersonic speeds.
WHOO-HOO!!!
Performing a wide loop-de-loop, the figure - a winged humanoid with jet exhaust coming out their legs - descends towards a series of jagged, snowy mountaintops, weaving through the air between them without ever slowing down, then begins following a stream yet further down. As the stream becomes a full-blown river carving out a canyon, slowing down allows the blurry mess to turn into a goggled guy flying so low above the water that he is kicking up higher waves than a speedboat would. Following an opening from the canyon into a large plain, he takes a sharp up-and-left turn, flying towards a section of the airspace teeming with various volant vessels from ground level to the edge of space...
Soaring high over minty green fields only sparsely tamed by agriculture, leaving a meandering river that reflects the lavender of the sky in the distance as he zeroes in on the center of activity: cargo holds, hangars, a dozen long runways constantly busy with arrivals and departures, a powerful radar tower being built and an older one making do for the timebeing; in short, the main spaceport of the planet Fabri I. A familiar cacophony of precise communications between pilots and the tower fills his radio receivers as he dives headfirst into the port's airspace. Normally, he would be on the ground, helping ships navigate safely up and down.
But right now he's on vacation.
Having singled out a specific vessel, a cargo ship ascending into the sky, he grins before increasing his speed. Slowly spreading out his wings - something in between those you'd find on a moth and a fighter jet, before they sprout hard-light extensions - the forward acceleration turns into lift, causing him to rapidly ascend directly upwards, just barely catching up with the ship and securing himself within a cubbyhole in the hull. He barely manages to activate a mask covering the remainder of his face before nearly falling out due to the ridiculous rise in speed as the ship bumps its thrusters up to full power, exiting the atmosphere and breaking orbit within minutes.
A figure flies through the calm sky at supersonic speeds.
WHOO-HOO!!!
Performing a wide loop-de-loop, the figure - a winged humanoid with jet exhaust coming out their legs - descends towards a series of jagged, snowy mountaintops, weaving through the air between them without ever slowing down, then begins following a stream yet further down. As the stream becomes a full-blown river carving out a canyon, slowing down allows the blurry mess to turn into a goggled guy flying so low above the water that he is kicking up higher waves than a speedboat would. Following an opening from the canyon into a large plain, he takes a sharp up-and-left turn, flying towards a section of the airspace teeming with various volant vessels from ground level to the edge of space...
Soaring high over minty green fields only sparsely tamed by agriculture, leaving a meandering river that reflects the lavender of the sky in the distance as he zeroes in on the center of activity: cargo holds, hangars, a dozen long runways constantly busy with arrivals and departures, a powerful radar tower being built and an older one making do for the timebeing; in short, the main spaceport of the planet Fabri I. A familiar cacophony of precise communications between pilots and the tower fills his radio receivers as he dives headfirst into the port's airspace. Normally, he would be on the ground, helping ships navigate safely up and down.
But right now he's on vacation.
Having singled out a specific vessel, a cargo ship ascending into the sky, he grins before increasing his speed. Slowly spreading out his wings - something in between those you'd find on a moth and a fighter jet, before they sprout hard-light extensions - the forward acceleration turns into lift, causing him to rapidly ascend directly upwards, just barely catching up with the ship and securing himself within a cubbyhole in the hull. He barely manages to activate a mask covering the remainder of his face before nearly falling out due to the ridiculous rise in speed as the ship bumps its thrusters up to full power, exiting the atmosphere and breaking orbit within minutes.
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Posted on August 26th, 2022 at 5:32pm
Posted 2022/08/26 at 5:32pm
#2
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Anything within a 15 meter radius is probably deaf, thankfully the only thing that matters here doesn't have eardrums to be pierced.
A drill finally manages to pierce the surface of the rather arid planet
It's small, but has enough materials for a certain...diverse robot to be sent to operate there.
A hand comes from the hole made by the drill.
A bulky, seemingly familiar robot crawls out, holding a single gem of a blackish hue.
If those original Doc Robots could see me now they'd be ashamed.
The robot manages to get his body and legs out, standing up, dusting himself off, and disconnecting the drill arm, grabbing his buster arm off his back and switching it with the drill arm.
Not like I give a heck about combat.
He is aware of the irony in saying that, looking at his shoulder and barely seeing one of the spikes from the mace on his back.
He looks at the gem once more.
Doesn't look like anything I've seen before.
They better let me call it Docite.
From his buster, he lays down a flare, takes a seat, sending a radio signal that his job is done.
...Whatever his job is supposed to be...
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Anything within a 15 meter radius is probably deaf, thankfully the only thing that matters here doesn't have eardrums to be pierced.
A drill finally manages to pierce the surface of the rather arid planet
It's small, but has enough materials for a certain...diverse robot to be sent to operate there.
A hand comes from the hole made by the drill.
A bulky, seemingly familiar robot crawls out, holding a single gem of a blackish hue.
If those original Doc Robots could see me now they'd be ashamed.The robot manages to get his body and legs out, standing up, dusting himself off, and disconnecting the drill arm, grabbing his buster arm off his back and switching it with the drill arm.
Not like I give a heck about combat.He is aware of the irony in saying that, looking at his shoulder and barely seeing one of the spikes from the mace on his back.
He looks at the gem once more.
Doesn't look like anything I've seen before. They better let me call it Docite.From his buster, he lays down a flare, takes a seat, sending a radio signal that his job is done.
...Whatever his job is supposed to be...
Anti-Cloud Militia
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Posted on August 26th, 2022 at 6:09pm
Posted 2022/08/26 at 6:09pm
#3
Mars
A massive crowd of sub-human's, from adult age to children watch as a street fight commences like it was a wrestling match on television. One fighter, a martian, is currently winning against his competitor, a sub-human with some odd veins sticking out of his limbs and neck.
???: Come on, human man, when are you going to fight back eh? I thought your reputation as a fighter would be-
???: SORE!
Then, the challenger jumps into the air with a flaming red aura.
???: What the-!?
The challenger lands on his feet, clothes changed from something resembling common street thug clothing to that of a red do-gi, and uppercuts the martian right into the proboscis with a flame-drenched fist, causing said martian to fall to the floor!
???: How'd you like me now?
The martian then slowly gets up...
???: Well then... I suppose that... I admit... defeat, good sir...
The audience claps in delight over an underdog victory!
Announcer: Colconeux declared forfeit! Our winner and new planetary champion, is Jimmei Leigh!
Jimmei: Aw yeah! Hail to the Red Dragon baby!
Colconeux then hands Jimmei his belt and tells him something.
Colconeux: Human, I hope you realize that, with you becoming our new champion, there is a responsibility you must carry.
Jimmei then nods, looking to the possibly black skies of mars, imagining what to come as best he can...
Unknown Dojo - Neptune
A blond sub-human with gills on his torso and the same vein-like situation as Jimmei, is practicing some form of martial art, wearing a horribly old f1-racer outfit, while having a look that resembles a sort of emptiness...
???: Hooooh....
The gilled sub-hume then jumps into the air like Jimmei! But the end result is a blue do-gi instead of a red one. Then, stiffening his legs, he does n a flip kick, but the kick itself was just like a magnet... for a geyser of pure blue energy almost unseen in an underwater dojo like this!
???: Billeigh!!!
The blonde then lands on the ground, like nothing happened as the geyser dissapates.
Billeigh: Master Ryn!
Billeigh turns behind him, as a younger neptunian sub-human with black hair but no veins, tries aiming for Billeigh's neck only for the blonde to block it, narrowly avoiding a sort of black out situation!
Ryn: What'd I tell you about the Blue Dragon Unleash under the water?!
Billeigh: Not to do it...
Ryn: And why?
Billeigh: It might attract the wrong people... but I forgot about that though-
Ryn: No excuses! Now guard the front entrance and Blue Dragon Scroll as per. tradition!
Billeigh: Yes master...
He then grabs a scroll from a pedestal, puts it in his left pocket, and goes outside the dojo to guard it...
YouTasteNice
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Posted on August 31st, 2022 at 6:45am
Edited on 2022/09/03 at 5:21pm
Posted 2022/08/31 at 6:45am
Edited 2022/09/03 at 5:21pm
#4
This night, all throughout Cas II’s probably most beachiest, most neon, most seizure-inducing area, resounds rhythmic music. It’s apparent that a couple of bigshots are in town – and expected at a time like this. After all it’s the start of a new century, everyone wants to laze off for a couple of weeks.
Compared to even all the other locations of such nature – this one has to be the most exquisite. It’s a multi-layered, intimidatingly shiny building extending with it’s terrace way into the beaches of the island, with multitudes inside and outside bar stands.
It’s incredibly crowded, with people in the best moments of their lives hopping and dancing to the music on the massive moving, pulsing floors, while waiters fly above, carrying expensive meals to the VIP lounges. – Probably the only places in the whole building that don’t reek of sweat.
On one of the higher-up VIP balconies, lies B.W. – Quite a well-known celebrity, famous for their insane charisma – debuting in many game shows, comedy programs and movies, and always sporting the signature sunglasses.
Gee, that really your style? You’re beginning to resemble ol’ Big Bett there with your “business investments”.
Laughter emerges. They seem to be having quite the time with their fellow rich folk, cracking a joke every 5 minutes.
As the drunk millionaires laugh, they take a moment to take a bit of a look around. It’s a bit unclear what, but they seem to be counting something. They then look directly at the singular bouncer to the entrance of the lounge… Probably the third shortest person in the whole place.
...This better be one hell of a midget if she’s the only one designated to protect me.
B.W. turns back to the conversation before anyone can point their staring out.
Honestly if I cared for my cash I’d bet on Rave for the next one. Much more blast for that buck, no?
Compared to even all the other locations of such nature – this one has to be the most exquisite. It’s a multi-layered, intimidatingly shiny building extending with it’s terrace way into the beaches of the island, with multitudes inside and outside bar stands.
It’s incredibly crowded, with people in the best moments of their lives hopping and dancing to the music on the massive moving, pulsing floors, while waiters fly above, carrying expensive meals to the VIP lounges. – Probably the only places in the whole building that don’t reek of sweat.
On one of the higher-up VIP balconies, lies B.W. – Quite a well-known celebrity, famous for their insane charisma – debuting in many game shows, comedy programs and movies, and always sporting the signature sunglasses.
Gee, that really your style? You’re beginning to resemble ol’ Big Bett there with your “business investments”.Laughter emerges. They seem to be having quite the time with their fellow rich folk, cracking a joke every 5 minutes.
As the drunk millionaires laugh, they take a moment to take a bit of a look around. It’s a bit unclear what, but they seem to be counting something. They then look directly at the singular bouncer to the entrance of the lounge… Probably the third shortest person in the whole place.
...This better be one hell of a midget if she’s the only one designated to protect me.B.W. turns back to the conversation before anyone can point their staring out.
Honestly if I cared for my cash I’d bet on Rave for the next one. Much more blast for that buck, no?
Raise the Tedd
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Posted on September 2nd, 2022 at 5:27am
Posted 2022/09/02 at 5:27am
#5
Satellite -39562 - T (2 years prior)
Downtime on the satellite was rare, with the constant traffic of traders and explorers arriving and leaving the small space station, so to have absolutely no one on the satellite besides those who made it their home was unheard of, but honestly? It's what Dr Redac, the resident scientist, preferred, less visitors meant she could finally stop and think for half a second and focus on her research, less noise from the outside traffic meant that she could concentrate, the quiet was comforting to her.
But, as soon as she began to return to her research, the loud sound of static emitted from her computer, the loud noise continuously rung out, spreading to the rest of her technology instantaneously, Redac ran outside of her makeshift lab, encountering the rest of the stations inhabitants as she headed to the main area of the station, coming out of the speaker system came more noises of static,but burried within, something only Redac noticed, was that within the garbled noises, patterns of beeps could be faintly heard.
Morse code.
After 39 minutes exactly, the static stopped, and so did the faint beeps. The inhabitants of the satellite were confused, but simply defaulted to the easiest answer to the 'event', simply space radiation from a nearby star must have messed with the systems. But Redac wasn't convinced, as soon as the static cut off, Redac scuttled back to her laboratory, and began to scan through her computer for any possible causes of what happened, assuming that some kind of malicious computer bug had caused it.
Instead, what she found was a file containing the components of an AI, which was strange, because Redac didn't know how to code.
how strange... I'm supposing you must have been behind all the code and the static?Redac stated at the files, expecting some kind of response.
ah, right, can't really communicate! No need to fear, I'll craft something up for you! I'm sure I have a design for a biorobot lying around here..Satellite -39562 - T (Present day)
Compared to this time two years ago, the satellite is much busier, the main trading square bustling with activity from traders and explorers buying and selling goods, in the corner of the square, Infront of her now much less makeshift lab, Dr Redac stood,trying to put a sign above the entrance, well, she's not exactly doing the work, rather she's trying to guide her assistant who's putting up the sign due to being significantly taller.
So...remind me again why you want this sign up?Why it's simple! There's too many people who frequent this place and try and barge into the lab thinking we're just another shop! We're scientists NT! I'm not just going to give random tourists anything that you risked your metal to find! ...can't argue with that, don't want another confrontation like last time-Napalm T finally mounted the sign, which essentially boiled down to "KEEP OUT" in several different languages, He rolled back, looking up at the sign alongside his creator
...People are absolutely going to ignore the sign and barge in right?Oh absolutely.
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Posted on September 3rd, 2022 at 5:21pm
Posted 2022/09/03 at 5:21pm
#6
Though, soon enough B.W. internally becomes quite bored of the aristocrat talk. And who wouldn’t? All they talk about is money, but B.W. came here for a different reason.
Another laugh emerges, another time they look across the fence. They seem to scouring through the crowds at first, and with a comedian’s quick thinking, they find their target.
Allowing themselves to make a stupid smirk, B.W. Drops something off the edge.
Plonk.
It hits the empty skull of some rando passing by… Catching her attention.
Huh?!B.W. makes a beckoning motion with their finger, before the dumbass smirks and storms off right to the VIP balconies.
Heh…
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Posted on September 4th, 2022 at 3:45pm
Posted 2022/09/04 at 3:45pm
#7
Space - ???
A small, arrowshaped spacecraft zooms through the space around it. A cloaked figure with their arms on a steering device stares ahead beyond the domed windows they are encased in as they navigate the spacecraft. All the while, a radio-like device seems to communicate from a distance.
It's been 48 contracts so far... but I've never bothered to question why you bring the Max-Proiect with you from planet to planet during missions.. especially when you clearly have access to warping most of the time.
.....Things have gone so smoothly, that it may seem unnecessary. But hits can range from everyday common folk to leaders of advanced civilizations. People can be vengeful. If methods of warping are shut down, I need a method B. B for Better safe than sorry. I see. That's quite the methodical approach. I'd expect no better from the best assassin in the galaxy. ..... ...How many. Hmmmm? How many Credins. When they contacted me, the contractor didn't specify the sum reward of this assignment. And I would surely expect them not to be so moronic as to attempt to swindle me. Ah. I should've known better. 400,000ȼ. A reminder that your target is of a fairly highly regarded entity... although, it seems they've made a few enemies too many... ...Whatever the case may be... personal affairs aren't my business, so long as it doesn't involve hurting tykes. If there's some petty politics at play, I don't have any horse in it, so long as I'm paid. Fufufu... All this time, and I've still never met a character as consistent as yours. I have principles... and I stick to them. But enough of the idle chitchat. We're getting close.... give me a breakdown of Furor's ecosystum, stat.
YouTasteNice
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Posted on September 10th, 2022 at 6:16pm
Posted 2022/09/10 at 6:16pm
#8
Trying a new writing style today. Tell me what u think
As the dumbass nyeoows up the stairs, the stupid idiot (I really have to empathise that she’s STUPID) is stopped abruptly by the VIP Lounge’s bouncer.
Well u know how things go. After a few “No”’s it quickly escalates into VIOLENT SHOUTING!
Piss off! I’ve been invited here! By them!
Both look at BW, but they show no sign of response.
…No official invitation detected. Leave.
You’re being SO ANNOYING.
A SWING, then a POW!!!
Nothing happens though. The Bouncer stands completely unaffected by these STUPID(get it) attempts at shoving her. Infact Id say it hurt the Idot more than it did the bouncer.
Obviously the woman at the entrance has lost her chill by now. Dumb:the character is promptly shoven down the staircase.
DING!
OW!
THUD!
OWCH!
KABOOM!
…
…Wait what.
As the dumbass nyeoows up the stairs, the stupid idiot (I really have to empathise that she’s STUPID) is stopped abruptly by the VIP Lounge’s bouncer.
Well u know how things go. After a few “No”’s it quickly escalates into VIOLENT SHOUTING!
Piss off! I’ve been invited here! By them!Both look at BW, but they show no sign of response.
…No official invitation detected. Leave.You’re being SO ANNOYING.A SWING, then a POW!!!
Nothing happens though. The Bouncer stands completely unaffected by these STUPID(get it) attempts at shoving her. Infact Id say it hurt the Idot more than it did the bouncer.
Obviously the woman at the entrance has lost her chill by now. Dumb:the character is promptly shoven down the staircase.
DING!
OW!THUD!
OWCH!KABOOM!
……Wait what.
NintendoPanda101
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Posted on September 11th, 2022 at 1:08pm
Edited on 2022/09/11 at 7:00pm
Posted 2022/09/11 at 1:08pm
Edited 2022/09/11 at 7:00pm
#9
A space faring helicopter arrives to pick Encore up. Inside is a pilot and a scientist, both of the Pandarian species.
Alright. Good work, I'll take this to those schmucks who ordered this contract.
And when do I get my payment?
Our. Our payment. You're not the one who needs food.
He tosses the sample mineral, rather carelessly, into the passenger pilot seat.
Take this to those idiots. Me and Encore have a stop to make at Cas II.
Roger.
Ya can't just say yes to your son can you?
The chopper swoops above a large patch of brightly colored sand. Or what the cool kids call, a beach.
The not pilot Pandarian and Encore both hop out.
You see that nightclub up there? Rich suckers will give all the money they can for anything that remotely benefits them.
The pair start walking towards the building, and approach the front door.
Alright. Good work, I'll take this to those schmucks who ordered this contract. And when do I get my payment? Our. Our payment. You're not the one who needs food.He tosses the sample mineral, rather carelessly, into the passenger pilot seat.
Take this to those idiots. Me and Encore have a stop to make at Cas II. Roger. Ya can't just say yes to your son can you?The chopper swoops above a large patch of brightly colored sand. Or what the cool kids call, a beach.
The not pilot Pandarian and Encore both hop out.
You see that nightclub up there? Rich suckers will give all the money they can for anything that remotely benefits them.The pair start walking towards the building, and approach the front door.
YouTasteNice
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Posted on September 11th, 2022 at 6:53pm
Posted 2022/09/11 at 6:53pm
#10
Crimson Fluxx Nightclub Cas II - Dance District
The music stopped.
The music stopped.
What.
It’s hard to tell, but the bouncer is completely baffled at the the outcome. Like, when you drop people off stairs, their heads don’t randomly turn into jelly! That’d be too convenient!
The entire club stained in blood, it doesn’t take long for management to be blamed. Shouts start emerging from the crowd.
- It’s her! It’s all the bouncer!
- What, she thinks she can just get away with killing a woman?
Like a conga line, they start going up to the VIP loung–
MOOD ENHANCEMENT TIME! The DJ doesn’t hesitate to put something on.
A clubfight, eh?
I have been saving this one!Konga Conga Kappa - OverClocked
Proceed, and I may have to take self-defense* measures*.A BIG GUY comes up first! The bouncer waits for him to throw his BIG PUNCH!
Blocking, she GRABS the fist, and FLINGS him off!
An approaching pair of two grab her by the shoulders, but before they can push her into the ground, she knocks them back with a controlled explosive blast!
...Ineffective. I suggest: trying bet-Someone managed to sneak by, pushing the bouncer down from behind!
As more and more IDIOTS drop down into OTHER IDIOTS, in typical club fashion they’re kicked the crap out of before, also in typical club fashion, it spirals into EVERYONE KICKING THE CRAP OUT OF EACHOTHER!
B.W stares down from the balcony in awe.
They hop onto the rails, and after muttering out a few words to the rich people behind,
Deepest apologies, but I have business to attend.They’re off!
NintendoPanda101
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Posted on September 11th, 2022 at 7:00pm
Posted 2022/09/11 at 7:00pm
#11
You stay out here. You only come in if anything goes wrong. Got it? I'm not willing to spend another months work of money getting a pass for this crappy club. Go ahead. I don't want to be here anyways.The Pandarian enters, he gets out his pass to take to the desk, but it's clear that it's a bit too chaotic for anyone to check him in.
Almost getting trampled, he tries his best to get through the crowd to the meeting point, but he honestly has no freaking clue where he is.
Oh god damn it, I fffffffffffffffffffffffffREAKING DESPISE RICH PEOPLE I guess I'll just have to practice my worm skills.He gets down on the ground to, wiggle? It's not quite clear what he's doing in the chaos but he's moving forward, almost getting stepped on quite a few times.
He slithers past the remains of Valdia Dumb and notices her...completely bust open head.
POG! Free alien grey matter! This oughta be worth a fortune!The disgusting twat mixes around the slosh of gray matter in the punch bowl that is Dumbs chin, taking the chunkiest bit he can find and putting it in his pocket, before proceeding to slither.
Somehow, he makes it to a table in the corner that hasn't been destroyed yet.
Ok now...where the hell is Viken. That rich snot bubble said he's be at this table.
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Posted on September 11th, 2022 at 9:25pm
Edited on 2022/09/11 at 9:29pm
Posted 2022/09/11 at 9:25pm
Edited 2022/09/11 at 9:29pm
#12
Space: The Final Frontier
In some corner of the galaxy, a space vessel can be seen flying about. The vessel has no name, and no destination, simply content with aimlessly roaming the vast, immeasurable depths of the known universe.
Within the ship are five roamers. With no home and no family, they made a home and a family among themselves, and spend their lives, going wherever the stars may take them.
Wow... Such a pretty sight... You sure you don't want to see this, Simile?Pastel, a Frostven from the icy planet Ullr of the Odinorse System. Born from one of Marzanna's warrior clans, Pastel was abandoned by xer parents for being a soft-spoken individual- a sign of weakness for xer battle-born lineage- and due to the culture of the planet, was never adopted by another family. Xe spends xer time sightseeing, and sometimes sketches what xe sees.
Sorry, but the autopilot's a bit on the fritz at the moment, and somebody's gotta fly this thing until we can find a place where I can fix it. But maybe some other time, ok?Simile, a Fire-Belly of the swamp planet Amphibios, located in the Arthurion System. Known for their four arms and froglike appearance, Simile left their family behind at a young age to become an engineer. However, since their planet is not as technologically advanced as most others, they still have a lot to learn.
What is the purpose of watching the stars, anyway? We see stars all the time, and I could hardly call it interesting at this point.Orthostates, a Marbleman of the planet Marblex of the Minera System. A race comprised entirely of marble, they are known for their serious nature and lack of a sense of humor. They are also known as a race of architects, having the most beautifully built cities in their galaxy. Orthostates lost his parents in an off-planet tragedy, when bombs planted within a building they were constructing left them shattered, a moment referred to as a cross-galaxy act of sabotage.
Ah, give xer a break, won't you, Ortho? If xe wants to look at the stars, then let xer.Sync, a Biorobot who claims to have once been from Earth. Nobody, not even his fellow roamers knows where he came from, or what his past was... Only that he and another member were the ones who first established this nameless group.
...To be fair, I've been doing my fair share of sightseeing myself...Rehearse, a Subhuman of unknown origin. In an unknown occurrence, she has lost all memories of who she once was, and have spent many of her years wondering just who she really is. All she knows, however, is that her entire body constantly grows some kind of rare gemstones that are either clipped off like fingernails, or even falls off over time. But despite the incredible value of these gems, the group doesn't use them as their primary source of income- only selling them as a last resort.
Rather, their main source of income comes from taking small jobs wherever they can; Not in the same sense as mercenaries, but mostly crafty jobs, such as repairing a fense, mowing the lawn, and walking the occasional Snarvoth. Of course, not all jobs are small, and there have been many times an employer got rather annoyed at them for quitting by the week's end. Bar owners have been especially annoyed; The group has been previously banned from 5 different bars just for this simple reason alone.
But this is the life our travelers have chosen, and they don't blame a single person for not understanding. As long as they can get their fair share of credit to spend on food and fuel, there's simply nothing more they can ask for.
Anti-Cloud Militia
Anti-Cloud Militia
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Posted on September 12th, 2022 at 1:59am
Edited on 2022/09/12 at 2:08am
Posted 2022/09/12 at 1:59am
Edited 2022/09/12 at 2:08am
#13
Neptune
Billeigh, going through his punishment of guarding the underwater dojo, looks around seeing that things are currently... silent for some reason. Usually, vehicles from above would be hovering above the water, going from their point a's to b's, like it was the end of the world.
Billeigh: (Wonder what's going on up there this time?)
We then see what's up above the water, seeing floating cities, but with no people in sight, aside from shadows from curtained windows. We can't see their exact shape of being, but from the looks of it, they sort of look more like fish creatures with limbs than humans, suggesting that they're the indigenous inhabitants, unlike the sub-humans below. Inside one of the houses, it appears a lone Neptunian is watching some sort of news report of an unknown object crashlanding to whatever remains of earth.
???: (I don't like the sounds'a dis one bit... for some reason.)*
Earth's atmosphere...
The object, then starts falling to it's surface, never to be seen again...
*All we can hear, is guttural growling, but through some translation efforts on my end, I was able to do a rough translation.
YouTasteNice
YouTasteNice
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Posted on September 20th, 2022 at 6:05pm
Posted 2022/09/20 at 6:05pm
#14
The STUPID LITTLE PANDERIAN can suddenly feel a large metal hand grabbing him.
He (stupid) hears a voice behind him. It sounds deep and doubled, as if two voices talking over one another.
Kid, you’re gross…The lil pander is lifted off the ground, and promptly rotated to face who picked him up.
Really going to do anything for a quick buck?He looks like someone who works here. Probably a bartender. Rlly bulky too
Hand that brain ove—BOOM!
The bartender (out of pure instinct) shields the panderian from the explosion, even if it was distant.
Just what the heck is going on there?
…Wha?! It’s…
Heh… This place doesn’t smell that bad anymore.B.W.?
They use the crowd as coverage, throwing small explosive devices all round as they approach some sort of target… They’re clearly enjoying the havoc..
Meanwhile the bouncer is dropped down from the stairs, blocking and rebounding people trying to jump onto her!
She quickly gets up… Surrounded by the crowd!
...Nonoptimal.She stretches her arms out to the sides.
j
j
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Posted on September 21st, 2022 at 4:36am
Posted 2022/09/21 at 4:36am
#15
A huge beam of energy suddenly coalesces into a giant freight spaceship headed at great speed towards a spaceport visible in the distance. The stowaway could easily disembark there and take a shuttle down, but why would he? Kicking himself away from the walls of the vessel, the aviator briefly remains careening at the same speed and heading as the ship as he struggles to orient himself headfirst towards the planet below - a planet of oceans and vibrant gradients of sand color, looking almost like a melting ice cream. Without even spreading his wings, not that those would do him much good outside an atmosphere, he blasts off straight at it.
YouTasteNice
YouTasteNice
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Posted on September 21st, 2022 at 6:31am
Edited on 2022/09/21 at 6:33am
Posted 2022/09/21 at 6:31am
Edited 2022/09/21 at 6:33am
#16
@TheHighTower : The earth doesn't have an atmosphere or surface. It's a bunch of asteroids
Raise the Tedd
Raise the Tedd
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Posted on September 21st, 2022 at 7:34am
Edited on 2022/09/21 at 4:06pm
Posted 2022/09/21 at 7:34am
Edited 2022/09/21 at 4:06pm
#17
after staring at their homemade sign for a good few hours to make sure it didn't fall off, Redac and Napalm T head inside Redac's lab, locking the door after entering
So what's the plan? we've probably got a few days before traffic begins to pick up around the place and one of us (most likely you) has to stay and make sure snooping tourists and traders don't come breaking in.As Napalm T turns to Redac, he sees that she's already pulled out a comically large map of the nearby solar systems and strewn it over the large table in the centre of the laboratory, NT winces as in the process, Redac almost knocks an important rack of test tubes, each filled with different elements, off the table, only barely managing to catch them mid fall.
I'm glad you've asked my great assistant, you see, there are plenty of areas that I would love to go to myself, do some on the field experimentation and research you know? but a lot of those planets arrreee-Really dangerous and would probably be fatal for you if you spent more than 5 minutes on them?Exactly! which is why I propose we head to somewhere that's got a decently big settlement, we might be able to get some of those materials and artefacts we've dug up and researched, We could finally get recognized as scientists AND historians? what do you say?Napalm T pauses for a second, looking over at the "interesting finds" filing cabinet
...yeah why not, what could go wrong?Redac grins, before jumping onto napalm T's back, pointing towards the door
Onward my assistant! This universe won't know what hit them when we finally publish our findings!Napalm and Redac then begin move the items from the large filing cabinet into Redac's personal space ship, making sure to that they aren't being watched. They aren't smuggling anything illegal but, Redac was adamant about keeping a low profile incase of "Rival scientists stealing our hard earned work and research", it was funny, Redac reminded napalm T of someone.
...But he couldn't remember who that person was.
NintendoPanda101
NintendoPanda101
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Posted on September 21st, 2022 at 4:23pm
Edited on 2022/09/24 at 6:23pm
Posted 2022/09/21 at 4:23pm
Edited 2022/09/24 at 6:23pm
#18
The Pandadrian struggles a bit, a lot, actually.
Urgh...VIKEN!
A deep voice comes from the floor, coming from a bug in what appears to be a suit.
A hologram appears in front of him, its of himself, just bigger
???: Nah fam.
Are, are you freaking Viken? HOW THE HELL DID YOU REPLY TO MY EMAILS?
A tiny phone. Anyways, see you in hell, I don't deal with psychopaths.
He takes his leave, the Pandarian continues to struggle...
ngh.....ENCOOOOOOOOOOREE!
...
...
...Hey, uh, big guy, I'll give you the brain back i-
Get off of Terian. Now.
Encore is holding his mace in his hand.
Hes covered in a couple dents just from getting here.
Urgh...VIKEN!A deep voice comes from the floor, coming from a bug in what appears to be a suit.
A hologram appears in front of him, its of himself, just bigger
???: Nah fam.
Are, are you freaking Viken? HOW THE HELL DID YOU REPLY TO MY EMAILS? A tiny phone. Anyways, see you in hell, I don't deal with psychopaths. He takes his leave, the Pandarian continues to struggle...
ngh.....ENCOOOOOOOOOOREE!...
...
...Hey, uh, big guy, I'll give you the brain back i- Get off of Terian. Now.Encore is holding his mace in his hand.
Hes covered in a couple dents just from getting here.
ch4s3man
ch4s3man
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Posted on September 21st, 2022 at 4:33pm
Posted 2022/09/21 at 4:33pm
#19
In space...
A strange ice-like spaceship was flying around
???: Okay...we're almost there. Once we landed, we must hide from any of those police chasing us. And it because you attack someone for making fun of you, Frosthowl.
A werewolf-like robot appears
Frosthowl: Well, that guy wouldn't be injured if he just leave me alone! Beside Shade, you really think we can be safe there. We don't know if there are people there.
Shade: Well, it better than nowhere.
They're ship heads towards an unknown place
A strange ice-like spaceship was flying around
???: Okay...we're almost there. Once we landed, we must hide from any of those police chasing us. And it because you attack someone for making fun of you, Frosthowl.
A werewolf-like robot appears
Frosthowl: Well, that guy wouldn't be injured if he just leave me alone! Beside Shade, you really think we can be safe there. We don't know if there are people there.
Shade: Well, it better than nowhere.
They're ship heads towards an unknown place
YouTasteNice
YouTasteNice
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Posted on September 22nd, 2022 at 2:14pm
Posted 2022/09/22 at 2:14pm
#20
The waiter puts the stupid idot Terian right into the skeleton’s face.
You seem well-acquainted with this kidd-o, eh?Well, I ain’t the one to stall. Should he drop the brain, I’m lettin’ him go.There are some moral boundaries I ain’t lettin’ be crossed.THE CROWD!!!
The bouncer puts up a shield, pushing everyone away!
People try to penetrate it, but to no avail. She uses the safety to think of a course of action.
...The protocols for such situations will be difficult to execute– Although I should be able to manage it.She scans all over the room, clearly seeking something.
Fourteen dead so far. Five have been members of staff.She looks up above at the stage.
DJ intact.Disabling regard for visitor health, building optimal path…Three seconds of computing sounds… Then, a dwoop signifying the deactivation of the shield.
The bouncer puts the two massive shields on her arms together, and BASHES throughout the crowd!
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