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THE WORLD that Hates You
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[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS
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REFURBISHED [Morbitia Ren...
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Scrap City: Terror Town
Forum: [ADVENTURES + COMICS]
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whatcha watchin/playin
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11-07-2025, 10:07 PM
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[GAME] Create a TCP based...
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11-07-2025, 01:16 AM
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{blood}
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11-05-2025, 08:45 PM
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Coming up with abilities ...
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Ello
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THE TCP TYPE PREFERENCE S...
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-07-2025, 10:07 PM - Forum: [GENERAL CHAT]
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because i'm too tired to make formal review posts while playing Good Landlord, Bad Landlord- a low effort media sharing thread. what are you currently experiencing? how's it going? comment on other peoples shit and ask questions idgaf
things i am experiencing
bejeweled deluxe- lucy got us a steam deck as a present to help us decompress from discord/social media stress and distance ourselves from our computer, and boy, has it been good. spent the first few weeks playing primarily bejeweled though. truly a good use of the power involved here. that said, it's kind of the perfect platform for it. i really recommend if you have a deck, you try this out. it's kind of a perfectly simple old game, i grew up with it and i'm really happy to see it still slaps. also, one of the best OSTs ever. i should really pick up 2.
siralim ultimate- the first actual In Depth game ive started using the deck for, that i am now utterly fucking obsessed with. jesus christ. this game is like, built for how i like to play games and learn mechanics. i will likely do a proper rundown of what i like about it when i'm less tired and busy. it does have, admittedly, SOME REALLY FUCKING BAD RACIST DESIGNS IN IT, which is the only major issue i have with it- and it is major. otherwise id be recommending this 100% freely.
pluribus- watched the first ep of pluribis last night. us and como are huuuuuuuuge vince gilligan fans and jesus christ this one is something special. i will have to parse thoughts after ep 2 but if you can handle post-pandemic horror in all of its terror i cannot recommend it enough. just prepare to be reallyy really REALLY anxious.
to be hero x- i think this is the first time i've seen chinese animation on a more major scale- and damn, i would really like to see more. it's very fucking cool seeing more countries place their cards down in the animation industry and this one is REALLY, REALLY COOL. im gonna have to break this one better later.
second life- i do the second life as usual
hollow knight- technically i'm watching como play this one, but that's the main way i experience games. i cannot fucking believe it took us this long to get to this. this would have been completely formative me if i hopped on this at release. it's everything i want in this kind of weird cartoon horror setup. really cool! cant wait for silksong to break como's soul.
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| Coming up with abilities for TCP types that don't have them |
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Posted by: Headful_of_Eyeballs - 11-05-2025, 01:21 AM - Forum: [GENERAL CHAT]
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Sitcom: LAUGH TRACK Whenever a sitcom type does anything even remotely funny, everyone nearby is forced to laugh
Cartoon: SQUASH AND STRETCH Cartoon types can extend and contort their bodies as if they were made of rubber hoses
Warning sign: LOOK BOTH WAYS Warning sign types can spend health to predict upcoming danger and project a appropriate warning onto their sign
Nothing THERE'S NOTHING LEFT After entering their ascended form, Nothing types can inflict feelings of absolute desolation and despair in any nearby creature
Ball Maze: LABYRINTHINE Ball Maze types can shrink down items and put them inside themselves
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Posted by: King-Clod - 11-01-2025, 03:27 AM - Forum: [ADVENTURES + COMICS]
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(Project CWs: Abuse, Child Abuse/Endangerment)
(1/4)
Mutation Log: I’m cataloging our appearances so we can tell if we’ve mutated in case of future bites. Treaty is doing one as well, but I figured it’d be useful to have a second copy. Chapter: Dopple. 5’4”. Has the voice of a snare drum and the complexion of a golf ball. They have white fur with speckles of black on their back and hands, and their face is littered with acne scars. They have medium ears that come to a point, and an orange trapezoid marking on their stomach. They have short, uneven, black hair. It had grown rather long in the facility, so the first thing they did after we got out was cut it themselves with a piece of shrapnel. Despite its appearance, they take good care of it.
Only mutation so far is two extra fingers on their left hand; they don’t seem to suffer from hunger pangs or paranoia yet. It could just be that they’re very good at hiding it, but they seem to have a pretty laissez-faire outlook despite how bleak everything’s been. I’m not sure if the situation has really hit them yet. Fence: Ruffneck. Heavily mutated. I haven’t taken exact measurements as per his request. His face shape suggests that he might have been a Devil morph before his encounter with the facility. He’s much larger than Chapter and I, around 2 and a half times their height standing up. He walks on all fours, both to fit in rooms with us and because his arms mutated to be much more muscular than his legs. His left arm is about half the size of his right arm, and his legs are about half the size of his left arm. His right eye looks like two eyes stuck together with an elongated pupil, as if it was conducting mitosis and was interrupted. He has tusks, thick brown fur, spindly spiked metal deposits on his neck, and he doesn’t produce smoke anymore other than a smoky cough whenever he gets heated. The cigs we scavenge for him keep that in check. Definitely struggles with paranoia. It took months for him to say more than a few words to Chapter and I, and he's generally distrustful of any traders or factions Chapter mentions, or any resources gathered from them. He also still isn't comfortable around Treaty - freezing and tensing up whenever she enters the common area, not taking his eyes off of her for a second. But I wouldn't chalk that up to paranoia, honestly. He has complete memory loss of his time in and before the facility, but still remembers her. And from how she talks about him, I can't imagine those memories are good. He probably resents me for letting her in here. I wouldn't blame him if he did. Treaty: Snapshot morph Amerveille. 5’2”. Light grey fur with purple markings on the snapshot bits, and a red to blue gradient underneath. She doesn’t mark up her fur often - Fence made a comment once that her markings looked like a child drew them and she stopped wearing them around us since. She sometimes marks down important formulas or other information on her arms to save paper, but nothing close to the little stars and moons she wore the first week we settled in here.
She has cat-like eyes, and a voice of a pen against paper. No physical mutations from what I can tell. Paranoia is hard to gauge since she doesn’t really interact with us much in general, save for when she updates her mutation logs or when she works on her gear upgrades with Chapter. I might check in with them later to ask their gauge on her disposition, but they're typically tight-lipped about their conversations. Pierce (me): Pockitt. Mouse morph. No pocket, that was surgically removed years before this. I have tan fur with white and black markings on my wrists, chest, and tail. I have pink eyes and hair. Mutations are two extra eyes on my shoulders (one on each) and a barbed tail. I currently stand at 4’1” and haven’t been feeling increased hunger, tusk growth, or irritability. I fear I may be growing paranoid about Treaty, though I’m having difficulty telling if that’s because of horror radiation or...other factors. Pelle: Dopple. My fiance. She isn’t staying with us anymore. Lost all of her hair, but not her fur. Bouts of extreme paranoia, loss of memory. Loss of voice. Animalistic behavior. I'm not sure what she looks like now, and I won’t journal what she used to look like in case she never looks like that again. Whatever she looks like, whatever shape she’s in when we get her back, she’ll be Pelle. And that’s enough.
Elsewhere, something taps on the glass. "Tell me, little one. Are you a clever monster?"
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| THE WORLD that Hates You |
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Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 10-15-2025, 05:20 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS]
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[image description: Our protagonist and perspective character, standing in a ominous castle hallway. His clothes are tattered, worn, stained in blood. His face is cut off by the frame. He has fought many battles.]
For the past god knows how long you've spend your days fighting through towers that tear the sky, each one punctuated with the ambiance of a hallway before its respective lord casually rips you a new one.
Break rooms, last bastions of rest and light that gnaw you with anxiety for what's to come next.
Increasingly taller pillars that make the world look smaller.
That make it more obvious that you are no longer the same as the world you're leaving behind with each conquest.
You stopped being what many would consider human a long time ago.
You doubt you're still a good person.
You absolutely cannot return to a good night's sleep ever again.
You exist to kill the world that hates you.
"You doing alright kid?"
Your mentor behind you checks in on you, his voice kept you company on this journey longer than anyone else.
Much as I can be...
"'bout the answer I expected, yeah... take a breather."
Doing that..
"If you're on the verge of hyperventilating, it's not really a breather."
You're right.
"Just a few more to go."
Feel like I've heard that a lot by now... You know what happens next? Like, after all this?
"Never made it this far before so... no. Shit as me smoking a pack a day lately."
Should really stop..
"I know.."
Does it bother you?
"Yeah, good amount. Half of me says that's plenty, my soul can relax knowing I did this much. But don't really believe that til I see it all through to the end."
Scares me...
![[Image: Swansong%20Final%201-2.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/NewCrankshafrt/Swansong%20Final%201-2.png) [image description: The mentor looking back at the protagonist. His lens are cracked, his smirk is cocky, you see him mostly in silhouette, Behind stands the decaying previous room, horrific gazes watching though the cracks. The world is ending in front of everyone.]
"It should, nothing about this is right."
All this fighting, the killing.. it never feels good but it doesn't really hurt anymore. You get me?
"Yeah, a lot."
Used to throw up, used to cry. Now I just.. don't. I used to feel bad for the other guy but.. a lot of the time it feels like they had it coming, you know? For putting us all through this at all.
"You're still restless about it, yeah? Feels wrong that it doesn't feel wrong anymore."
Guess so.
"Then you still got your heart intact."
Mmmm.. are you really gonna stick it out? Like.... I dunno.
"What do you mean?"
Everyone who got us this far's either had to drop off cause they couldn't keep going or well..
"Yeah I know."
At some point you too, right? You leave or you die?
"Haven't hit my wall just yet."
The last few of these got close....
"If I leave you on your own now, your odds are worse. 'sides, know you'd get lonely fast."
I don't want you to die just because-!
"Then I won't."
You can't fucking promise that!! Too many people said the same thing and-!"
"And I'm still here after everything. I'm washed up, old, still somehow got that in me. You know why?"
No...
"Cause your mom would kill me if I didn't push through."
Mm..
"You want to survive as long as you can? Worry about someone else as much as yourself. Make some miracles."
You're so weird sometimes...
"Gotta be. Strange world, stranger people... you wanna do a little meditative work before we go on ahead? Kill some nerves?"
Yeah please..
"Alright... I want you to remember from where you came."
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This is not a interactive project, The beginning of the end is locked in place.
This is a story of a cursed world and the child destined to take it with them.
However, your blessings are welcome no matter how small.
Let's keep things simple.
Name the Ferryman.
![[Image: Swansong%20Final%201-3.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/NewCrankshafrt/Swansong%20Final%201-3.png) [image description: Our protagonist, young and intense. He is a cartoon anthro rabbit. He is dressed in a coat with a baseball cap marked with some offmodel alchmey symbol, hair messy. He is drawn incredibly angular. His eyes are red in a otherwise monochrome piece of art. It appears to be a mugshot on a poster, the words "WANTED" are bold and red. There's ominous cryptic text in the background.]
Offer them a tribute of their favorite meal.
Which of these items sparked their curiosity?
P* C* A* - A Romance novel following the consequences of a couple who were never meant to meet, banned from a number of schools including yours.
The Crowned Land - A historical fiction piece centered around a Knight and her plight to kill the 7 Dragons in order to free her people. May be taking artistic liberties.
Return to the Origin: Will the Shrimp Fry? - A speculative book about how the future of bioengineering may be sea life, often considered crackpot conspiracy despite claims of "insider knowledge"
When mind and body are attuned, the child's adventure will begin.
The world's end starts on the day after Darkest Night, when the most spirits are said to walk the Earth.
You are this world's euthanasia, you will walk the path of most suffering.
Kill it out of kindness.
Until the time comes, please stay safe.
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Posted by: knux400 - 10-08-2025, 07:29 AM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS]
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[content warnings: i don't know!!!!!! i am very very bored and attempting to run a quest ENTIRELY by the seat of my pants. if something comes up i'll CW for it in the beginning of that post and spoiler the relevant sections.]
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...It's officially been 4 hours now. There's no clock on the wall or anything, but I've been counting on my phone.
The receptionist saw us, took Stream in, and then... nothing. Total silence. Not a single person has come in or out of the waiting room since the receptionist left. They haven't even come back to their spot. If anyone else were here, they'd be worse off than we are right now.
It was 9:43 when we came in. It's now pushing midnight.
I've already shouted into all the hallways I can see from here, and I've rung the bell on the counter so many times I'm surprised it hasn't exploded or something. I sigh and glance around again. I don't know why, it's the same damn room I've been glancing at for hours. I feel like I've memorized every inch of this place.
Except...
No.
That sign was not there before. There's no way I wouldn't have seen it before now.
It's mounted onto the wall in a little frame, for crying out loud. There's no way anyone could have put it up when I wasn't looking. Did I doze off for a while? I might have. I don't remember.
"TEXT 22977 FOR HELP"
That's it. No indication of what to text, or how this would help me in any way. Muttering under my breath, I pull out my phone.
(776)-832867: im in the waiting room and the receptionist hasnt come back. can you tell me how my friend is doing? (776)-832867: my name is Balld'r Slatecase. remember to put the apostrophe in otherwise it wont come up. friend's name is Stream Corobanon. i brought him in for a persistent migraine and the receptionist said theyd check him out?? didnt get her name but shes literally the only one here i think. (776)-832867: is anyone in the building rn???
There. A bit rude, but it's not like it's unwarranted at this point. I let my hand drop to my side and lean back in the awful waiting room chair, sighing.
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| [FANDEV EVENT] MORBTOBER 2025 |
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Posted by: AceOfNothing - 10-01-2025, 05:25 AM - Forum: [FANDEV]
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MORBTOBER2025Welcome back everybody! Simple rules, be nice about people's work and don't give criticism that isn't asked for. You can pick and choose whatever days to enter, and whatever creative means you want to use. This year's feature character is Death God!I'd like to note this year I'm switching to simple daily things, with an overall week theme to tie them together. I'm hoping people can maybe build a little scene with everything, or with most of it. I'm encouraging people to do this any way they want! Pick a character, make a moodboard for the week of things you think they'd have. Build a kitchen in sims you think is "morbit themed". Show me things from second life that fit. It doesn't have to be art; it doesn't have to be morbit specific. Name a cat hairbrush in clangen and see if they can survive alone for a week, just have fun! Please keep it sfw and spoil if needed. ![[Image: 9_01_10_25_5_22_27.png]](https://homebrewdeviants.com/forum/gallery/9_01_10_25_5_22_27.png) If anything is hard to read please let me know. Feel free to enter for any days or do them in whatever order you like, this is just my personal guide for people. I will not be upset if you don't follow it. Please share anything you make and remember to have fun!!! Side notes: You can find last year's thread here: [FANDEV EVENT] MORBTOBER 2024And I'll take suggestions for next year here: [MORBTOBER] Suggestion Thread (homebrewdeviants.com)
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Posted by: Lucy - 09-22-2025, 04:58 AM - Forum: [ADVENTURES + COMICS]
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YEAR ZERO OF THE PERMANENT REVOLUTIONI, THE, great reliable and magnanimous supreme communist idol have finally landed in my promised land to enact my grand utopia upon the earth. Observe! ![[Image: my-start.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/hDXrtVfg/my-start.png) I have established myself as the leader of the local people, they stand in awe at me. They do not understand the eternal science, but I am a patient person. They'll all know in time, by hook or by crook, they'll all know.
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Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 09-05-2025, 07:41 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS]
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A relaunch of Mulligan to move away from the interactive format in favor of the monthly release style adopted by other projects such as Crankshaft and Refurbished. Recommended as a starting point for new readers.
This is the story of the heroes that were remembered and their comrades history forgot.
A time where the machine became standarized and the last of the old magic was snuffed out.
Everyone started here.
The core perspective cast is split between:
Tiles Tutor: The Executioner: A knight of endless resolve who carries the burden of wearing her fallen guild's name. (She/Her)
Eddie Gallows: The Comedian: A failed champion from another land host to a otherworldly merchant. (He/Him)
"The Starman": The Prisoner: A leader who's ability to organize chaos is practically an art. (They/Them)
The Starman and the Refugee Prince Part 1 Perspective: Gallows The Arrival of The Comedian in the Land of Crowns and the interview that follows
![[Image: Mulligan%201-1%20Small.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/NewCrankshafrt/Mulligan%201-1%20Small.png) The Starman: New recruit, rescued from the shores after locking directly into our radio frequency. Comes from far away but talks like a local. Bunny in a dress with a tiny boat, traveling incredibly light on anything useful.
Gallows: That sounds about right, yes-
The Starman: Excommunicated and escaping the scene of a war. That the overall gist?
Gallows Mm...
The masked rebel tilts their head at you, clothes soaked in rain and days since your last meal.
Under most circumstances you'd offer a handshake or a smile but you feel especially pathetic today.
The Starman: Then I gotta give my crew a bonus for managing to handle that job so clean. Transcripts are hard when you got a panicked soul on the other end. Aye?
Suppose so..
Gallows: Given.
the Starman: Know a little bit of the civil war going on in Zero Paradiso. Refugee?
Gallows: Something like that, bit on someone's shitlist.
The Starman: In on that chaos then. Former combatant.
Gallows: Not a very good one admittedly. Marked for death, became ultimately a liability to the people I was hiding with. Their suggested, had to argue a good bit before I finally caved...
The Starman: You've been running non stop since.
Gallows: Aye..
Their face tilts toward your horns, one broken off.
The Starman: Conedia, yeah? No halo, injury. What happened there?
Gallows: Shattered, part of the process when they remove you from the church. Catastrophic for my kind. Bad for health, cuts your lifes down hard.
The Starman: Well.. unfortunately you came to the wrong place if you wanted peace but have to imagine this is the better option.
Gallows: Too many enemies there to make it viable, can never really return methinks.
The Starman: Fair enough. That big dress of yours from back home?
They waggled their finger roughly at your outfit.
You give them a little nod.
The Starman: And it's held up through all that? Must be some kind of special or you're just a little crazy.
Gallows: Both really.
The Starman: Mm, funny type.
Gallows: Not really feeling that tonight to be frank.
The Starman: Suppose that's fair. At the very least we can start looking around for a place to stay long term tomorrow. For now you're more than welcome to the safehouse beds. Sadly this spot's a bit on the smaller end. Can't take risks with folks like you.
Gallows: You think I'd snitch on you?
The Starman: Well you don't seem like a plant but..
Gallows: Go one.
The Starman. You smell like royalty. Type to relapse when offered luxury comforts, no offense.
Gallows: Royalty: You've gotta be mistaken-
They quickly grab you by the wrist and hold up your hand.
Gallows: Need you to let go-
The Starman: Gonna need you to explain something.
They traced a finger do your palm up to your finger.
The Starman: Delicate, soft, never worked a day in your life. Know how Paradise works, care to explain?
Gallows: You don't have to flatter me..
The Starman: I'm not flirting with you, seriously do explain yourself.
Gallows: Look closer, under the sleeves...
Their grip relaxes a little, carefully lifting the sleeves of your dress up enough to catch a glance of something more.
Surgery markings, subtle but patterned like seams on a doll. They tild their head a little, a noise of both concern and amusmenet from them.
The Starman: What'd you have done there?
Gallows: It's a lot to explain, I really would prefer not to-
The Starman: I can tell and unfortunately I can't take chances. Go on.
Gallows: Right now? I'm still not fully dry... Think I'd rather be waterboarded.
The Starman: Please reconsider the words coming from your mouth-
Gallows: Should I start asking you about your mum?
The Starman: I'd rather make a new comrade than have to give you the boot. Until I get the sense I can trust you, you're not leaving this room.
They're not going to let you go without answers...
I could try-
I don't think anything but the truth will save you right now.
I hate this..
No love for it either but I'd like us not to be killed tonight.
The Starman: So? We screen you, things go smooth. We settle you into a nice room and we'll talk further accomidations. Not like you're entering this region legally anyway, options are pretty much exclusively under the table.
Gallows: Are there really no others I can ask for this?
The Starman: I can put in a word but this may be truly what you're looking for most right now. Pretty face like yours will get mugged quickly on the way as well.
Pretty, mm?
Not my type, I'll pass..
If you don't I might...
Gallows: Alright, give me your worst.
The Starman: The obvious first, what's your deal? You had to be something back home.
Gallows: Enforcer for a local gang, had to feed myself and my folks. Candidate for the next Exalted one crops up, only those of a certain blood get to enter the running. Boss' business partner had a kid my age. Thought I could do some change, had a guy who could do a peeling job, replaced everything we could and-
The Starman:... You thought you could make a difference.
Gallows: I mean why not? You've got the same game running at a different table.
The Starman: Really not, you went for some freak shit there. Actually ran for office under another guy's name-
Gallows: It's not a election, it's a trial. Test of character, strength. Bit more complex than that....
The Starman: Deathsport.
Gallows: Not wrong no...
The Starman: So from there?
Gallows: Things didn't go our way, you know enough from here if you're read enough on big international press.
The Starman: God left. People panicked, tensions worsened til the church started a civil war. You wouldn't happen to know where that god went, do you?
Gallows: I have a clue.... as far as what's on record.
The Starman: Off the record?
Gallows: Not one people would like to hear or one I feel comfortable talking in a first meeting. Surely we can have some sense of boundry here, no?
The Starman: You were the one who made it happen. Attacked and dethroned..
Gallows: Can't say for sure. Memory's a blur, I just can't go back without becoming a head on a pike. No crown, expected to become a martyr.
The Starman: And the other guy with you? What's the whole deal there?
Gallows: Other guy-
The Starman: One in your head, I can see your eyes working a little.
Gallows: Just tired is all-
The Starman: Inner monologuing? Having a friend help you pick your words?
This one's a freak..
Gallows: Bout as much as anyone else I think, yeah?
They laugh to themselves a little.
The Starman: True... but the work on your body needs some strong magic you know? Besides..
They maneuver to catch your tail, long and striped and snakey.
You're immediately stiff and unable to react.
This one knows their stuff..
Feels bad....
Speak for yourself, pull harder...
The Starman: I never seen a rabbit with one of these before. That belong the other guy?
They release your tail, body pounding enough that you can feel your own pulse.
The Starman: Double tension, happens when a entity and their client both get caught off guard. I know how Zero Paradiso works enough to know that you're breaking a million rules there. Not that I mind, look for folks with guts like that.
Gallows: Touch me again-
The Starman: I know, sorry to pull that on you but gotta know for sure. Don't fool around with screening around these parts, many counting on places like these. You understand me?
You can't help but maddog them after that.
Are you upset or-
If you like them so much, take point...
You coil your tail on your lap.
The Starman gives you a bit of distance.
The Starman: Sorry, maybe went too far with that one.
You don't have anything nice to say right now.
The Starman: I do gotta talk to the other guy too, much as I like you I can't exactly give them a pass just cause you do. You understand me-
Gallows: Don't touch me again and I'll make it quick.
The Starman: Sorry...
Gallows: If you'd like to talk to the other guy you're more than welcome. Just... don't make any deals and I'd appreciate if you didn't bed him in the first day.
The Starman: Bed him-
Gallows: Not even a thought, I'll know.
The Starman: Easy enough. Show me this "other guy" of yours.
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Posted by: SHIVERS - 08-19-2025, 05:24 AM - Forum: [FORUM GAMES]
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You have a 1.[TASK] to complete. You feel 2.[FEELING] about it.
The {blood} leaking from your head is not a priority. It stains your 3.[LIMB]. You hardly notice.
The {trunk} leaves you little room to move. You pull the release lever, but {rope} bars your escape.
You are {wasting time}.
Luckily, you find a/an 4.[WEAPON/TOOL], and use it to {cut} the rope.
You climb out of the {trunk}. Your 5.[BODY PART] doesn't seem to be moving/working well, due to 6.[RECENT INJURY].
You {don't care}. You can {hardly feel it}. You are {wasting time}.
You find yourself in 7.[OUTDOOR LOCATION]. The 8.[WEATHER] is 9.[UNPLEASANT QUALITY].
You {push on regardless}.
You reach a/an {old theater}.
You {walk inside}.
Inside, near the {stairs}, you find an {altar}.
You know {what you have to do}.
You step closer.
You {offer} 10.[OFFERING]. You allow the {altar} to {remove} it {from yourself}.
You think of 11.[CONCEPT/IDEA/BELIEF/ELEMENT/CONDITION].
The {ritual} {commences}. You feel {pain} and {disorientation}.
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