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- skinny friend: omg I wish I was skinny
- smart friend: omg I only got a B+
- athletic friend: omg I wish I could run
- not single friend: omg I hate my boyfriend
- popular friend: omg people always want to hang out with me
- me:
- me:
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- me: *cries in the shower*
A Rhythm of Spears
“It was a Terrible night; haunting forever and always. A horrid sound it made with Its creaking legs, crackling and popping like toppled trees. We were not to expect any reinforcements in months, so we set up for a siege. And that’s what it gave us. We were In a rhythm, we had to be, Every Harpoon Launched needed to be followed with sister shots after sister shots while the previous ballista reloaded. Had we fallen off the beat then a leg would crush a tower on our walls! Such a demand weighs heavy on nerves and focus and it was inevitable for one of us to drop an arrow, disrupting our rhythm. We barely survived that fumble, for even when teams started firing wildly in cluster shots it gave the giant room openings. Screams echoed through the chasm and the sound of cut stone bashing against mountain echoes forever in my mind. It’s what I listen for when drowning out that evil shrieking when we finally sent that monster gushing and crashing into the depths below.
Aim to Educate
“Yes, I was a service model, served 10 years for corporate terrorism. For my decade I was completely erased and was tasked as a hunting hound model. I somehow survived my sentence but because I had no memory of humanity I was to be shipped off to the front lines to serve indefinitely. Had it not been for the efforts of a young man who postulated to generate and save memory data for a girl he knew who also was servicing a sentence...well, I was part of the first thousand models submitted for the rehabilitation program. Now, although most of the flesh was shot off, I was given replacement synthetics and my face was reconstructed to the memory before my conscription. Now a free woman, and served my rehabilitation, I aim to educate more members of my kind. So that they too can adjust into a new life.
Its Efficiency
Its efficiency. There are criminals of all sorts and of every caliber Throughout Conglomerate space. Everything from rapist to terrorists, People who we can’t have about free and running, distracting the many Corporations at work for the war. So. We repurpose. And product Numbers have skyrocketed since we have recycled potential assets. We call this model the siren spider as an inspiration to Owtlorn barking spiders. See, we have overdeveloped the models nerve sensitivity so that once it is harmed it emits a bloodcurdling scream. Now to bypass it pain sensitive we have made it so that the machine itself becomes over aggressive. That way it’s not convulsing on the ground. A simple “if and then” program. And if the flesh of the model finally expires then the machine will emit a loathsome wailing as it attacks until it’s shutdown. We are always looking and finding more ways to disrupt enemy advancements through psychological warfare.
Savior From Helplessness
The Hellmouth was opened to the world. All of the Humans were now Subject to Receive their Faustian Birthright. But as People Awake In Charred beds and Struggling with their infernal revelation one child did not. Not all the humans became demons, And they were content with themselves but not this one child. She who had Faced much adversity in foreign borders, non human lands, and hated for her Species. The Violations, The beatings, the threats. Couldn’t stand it anymore. She took up magic but it wasn’t enough. She learned herself around Sword and arrow but it wasn’t enough. She tried almost everything reasonable but it wasn’t enough. So now, something unreasonable. After hearing News that The capital had a Hellmouth opened beneath it the girl sought a contract. The Girl researched the necessary rituals and incantations and found her secluded spot in the forest. She sung the Faustian Song, spilled the Blood Of sacrifice And she waited. And waited. And then from the heavens a Black
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yeah it'S OKAY
we are the SAME :C
we are the SAME :C