Worship is sat on a rooftop with the hyde Co egg she stole, examining it in an attempt to learn more about it.
The veins running across the egg's surface pulse rhythmically, every second, exactly to the millisecond. After a few seconds... Worship feels a heartbeat in their chest, perfectly in sync with that of the egg.
She pauses, holding a metal hand against her chest as she feels the beat of both the egg and what's in her chest
After about a minute or so, the egg cracks, bleeding a yellow substance profusely from the new opening in its shell. An eye with a triangular pupil and green iris stares out from the hole, looking around before its eye meets yours. The strangest sensation washes throughout your entire body...
Then, with no warning at all, the egg is crushed in your hand. You had no control of your arm as your hand squeezes the life out of this newborn... thing, its yellow blood spurting out from between your fingers. The odd sensation dissipates soon after, your hand relaxing as the crushed corpse falls to the floor.
She seems at the most annoyed with this outcome, "Wasted specimen" She sighs, checking which hand crushed the egg
Her left hand was the one that crushed the newborn creature, and other than the fact that it's soaked in the yellow blood of the creature, there's nothing wrong with it at a glance. *Roll Investigation if you want to explore further*
Investigation: 23
She notes that this means it wasn't hyde co covering their tracks, as the other arm was replaced, not her left
For the faintest moment, you think you see something moving inside of your hand... make a Wisdom Save.
Wisdom save: 13
It's nothing.
You saw nothing.
Or, at least that's what your mind assures you.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A Half-elf roams the streets. He has pale skin that is also the color of snow. His hair is like the color of the night with no stars. His eyes are a pale grey color like storm clouds. He wears simple leather armor that has been dyed black and a black cloak. Both are fastened with silver buckles. He carries two simple shortswords on his hip and, connected to a strap that goes around his shoulder, is a longsword sheathed in leather.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A Half-elf roams the streets. He has pale skin that is also the color of snow. His hair is like the color of the night with no stars. His eyes are a pale grey color like storm clouds. He wears simple leather armor that has been dyed black and a black cloak. Both are fastened with silver buckles. He carries two simple shortswords on his hip and, connected to a strap that goes around his shoulder, is a longsword sheathed in leather.
When he arrives, he appears to be on top of a building. The streets below look deserted: No traffic, no lights, only old abandoned cars on the sides of the roads. Most of the buildings seem to have been demolished, heaps of rubble in their stead, and those that persist are dilapidated beyond repair. Bits of broken glass and garbage are scattered across the flat rooftop you stand upon, crunching under your boots with nearly every step.
Whatever this city was- it never will be again. This is City 73: One of the many Dead Districts.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A Half-elf roams the streets. He has pale skin that is also the color of snow. His hair is like the color of the night with no stars. His eyes are a pale grey color like storm clouds. He wears simple leather armor that has been dyed black and a black cloak. Both are fastened with silver buckles. He carries two simple shortswords on his hip and, connected to a strap that goes around his shoulder, is a longsword sheathed in leather.
When he arrives, he appears to be on top of a building. The streets below look deserted: No traffic, no lights, only old abandoned cars on the sides of the roads. Most of the buildings seem to have been demolished, heaps of rubble in their stead, and those that persist are dilapidated beyond repair. Bits of broken glass and garbage are scattered across the flat rooftop you stand upon, crunching under your boots with nearly every step.
Whatever this city was- it never will be again. This is City 73: One of the many Dead Districts.
He stares at the rubble and jumps down from the building. He lands softly as he walks past the debris and such.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Worship is sat on a rooftop with the hyde Co egg she stole, examining it in an attempt to learn more about it.
The veins running across the egg's surface pulse rhythmically, every second, exactly to the millisecond. After a few seconds... Worship feels a heartbeat in their chest, perfectly in sync with that of the egg.
She pauses, holding a metal hand against her chest as she feels the beat of both the egg and what's in her chest
After about a minute or so, the egg cracks, bleeding a yellow substance profusely from the new opening in its shell. An eye with a triangular pupil and green iris stares out from the hole, looking around before its eye meets yours. The strangest sensation washes throughout your entire body...
Then, with no warning at all, the egg is crushed in your hand. You had no control of your arm as your hand squeezes the life out of this newborn... thing, its yellow blood spurting out from between your fingers. The odd sensation dissipates soon after, your hand relaxing as the crushed corpse falls to the floor.
She seems at the most annoyed with this outcome, "Wasted specimen" She sighs, checking which hand crushed the egg
Her left hand was the one that crushed the newborn creature, and other than the fact that it's soaked in the yellow blood of the creature, there's nothing wrong with it at a glance. *Roll Investigation if you want to explore further*
Investigation: 23
She notes that this means it wasn't hyde co covering their tracks, as the other arm was replaced, not her left
For the faintest moment, you think you see something moving inside of your hand... make a Wisdom Save.
Wisdom save: 13
It's nothing.
You saw nothing.
Or, at least that's what your mind assures you.
She keeps an eye on the arm, worried she's getting paranoid. 'Can i get paranoid?'
Worship is sat on a rooftop with the hyde Co egg she stole, examining it in an attempt to learn more about it.
The veins running across the egg's surface pulse rhythmically, every second, exactly to the millisecond. After a few seconds... Worship feels a heartbeat in their chest, perfectly in sync with that of the egg.
She pauses, holding a metal hand against her chest as she feels the beat of both the egg and what's in her chest
After about a minute or so, the egg cracks, bleeding a yellow substance profusely from the new opening in its shell. An eye with a triangular pupil and green iris stares out from the hole, looking around before its eye meets yours. The strangest sensation washes throughout your entire body...
Then, with no warning at all, the egg is crushed in your hand. You had no control of your arm as your hand squeezes the life out of this newborn... thing, its yellow blood spurting out from between your fingers. The odd sensation dissipates soon after, your hand relaxing as the crushed corpse falls to the floor.
She seems at the most annoyed with this outcome, "Wasted specimen" She sighs, checking which hand crushed the egg
Her left hand was the one that crushed the newborn creature, and other than the fact that it's soaked in the yellow blood of the creature, there's nothing wrong with it at a glance. *Roll Investigation if you want to explore further*
Investigation: 23
She notes that this means it wasn't hyde co covering their tracks, as the other arm was replaced, not her left
For the faintest moment, you think you see something moving inside of your hand... make a Wisdom Save.
Wisdom save: 13
It's nothing.
You saw nothing.
Or, at least that's what your mind assures you.
She keeps an eye on the arm, worried she's getting paranoid. 'Can i get paranoid?'
You notice the crushed embryo slowly crawling away from you, and before you can even think to react, the creature is dead under your foot. Again, it seems as you had no control of this action...
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Worship is sat on a rooftop with the hyde Co egg she stole, examining it in an attempt to learn more about it.
The veins running across the egg's surface pulse rhythmically, every second, exactly to the millisecond. After a few seconds... Worship feels a heartbeat in their chest, perfectly in sync with that of the egg.
She pauses, holding a metal hand against her chest as she feels the beat of both the egg and what's in her chest
After about a minute or so, the egg cracks, bleeding a yellow substance profusely from the new opening in its shell. An eye with a triangular pupil and green iris stares out from the hole, looking around before its eye meets yours. The strangest sensation washes throughout your entire body...
Then, with no warning at all, the egg is crushed in your hand. You had no control of your arm as your hand squeezes the life out of this newborn... thing, its yellow blood spurting out from between your fingers. The odd sensation dissipates soon after, your hand relaxing as the crushed corpse falls to the floor.
She seems at the most annoyed with this outcome, "Wasted specimen" She sighs, checking which hand crushed the egg
Her left hand was the one that crushed the newborn creature, and other than the fact that it's soaked in the yellow blood of the creature, there's nothing wrong with it at a glance. *Roll Investigation if you want to explore further*
Investigation: 23
She notes that this means it wasn't hyde co covering their tracks, as the other arm was replaced, not her left
For the faintest moment, you think you see something moving inside of your hand... make a Wisdom Save.
Wisdom save: 13
It's nothing.
You saw nothing.
Or, at least that's what your mind assures you.
She keeps an eye on the arm, worried she's getting paranoid. 'Can i get paranoid?'
You notice the crushed embryo slowly crawling away from you, and before you can even think to react, the creature is dead under your foot. Again, it seems as you had no control of this action...
She paused as the creature is ground underfoot, wondering if this is latant programming, or.... something else.
"Failures! All of you!" The Doctor slams their hands on their control panel, shaking in anger. They grab a device that looks similar to a cattle prod, and head down into the laboratory.
Horrific monstrous screams echo throughout the lower floors of Hyde Co. that night.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Failures! All of you!" The Doctor slams their hands on their control panel, shaking in anger. They grab a device that looks similar to a cattle prod, and head down into the laboratory.
Horrific monstrous screams echo throughout the lower floors of Hyde Co. that night.
"Absurd... They actually managed to do it." The Doctor watches on a screen as the coordinate points of Elsanova's tracker leave the map for the planet's atmosphere. They press a few buttons, and the projected flight path appears as a blinking green line. "Despite all odds, they prove to be a nuisance in the most extravagant of displays."
They press another button, and four red dots appear on the side of the screen, along with some text.
"It's a good thing I kept the Culicidae from that asteroid mining venture. Their weaponry is crude, but it should do more than adequately."
Four metallic objects soar into the smoggy sky of Konton, emitting a loud buzzing as they fly. Suddenly, four bright flashes, and the Culicidae are gone.
"Now, we wait."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
O'Loren's is a long way from the Hyde Co. building, about a half-hour walk. On the outside, it resembles a little convenience store, with a little neon sign. Through a window, you don't seem to see anyone around.
Sliver walks up to it and knocks on the door.
"Come in, the door's unlocked." The gruff voice seems to come from inside the building, and when you look through the window again, you see a tired-looking orc with a comic book in hand, deep in his reading material as he sits behind the store counter.
"Hi! I'm Sliver. I'll cut to the chase: a compatriot of yours directed me here."
"Ah, Phoenix sent you? Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if ya knew." O'Lean grunts faintly as he gets up from his chair, and heads over to to a closet door. He opens it, and reveals what looks like an elevator shaft.
"Down that elevator is where the magic happens."
"Interesting!" She seems strangely excited for how dangerous all this conspiracy stuff is. "Anyone watching this place?"
"Preferably not. Phoenix messed with the cameras, so we shouldn't have to worry about being watched." O'Lean then realizes what you were talking about. "Oh, that kind of watching the place! Yeah, there ain't anything in here worth stealing, unless some crook is obsessed with greeting cards and cheap sports drinks."
*If this is still on after all these months.*
"I've met stranger." She skips into the elevator.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A pale white gnome in a commoners outfit is wondering the streets of City 60.
MY INFO
It's nothing.
You saw nothing.
Or, at least that's what your mind assures you.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A Half-elf roams the streets. He has pale skin that is also the color of snow. His hair is like the color of the night with no stars. His eyes are a pale grey color like storm clouds. He wears simple leather armor that has been dyed black and a black cloak. Both are fastened with silver buckles. He carries two simple shortswords on his hip and, connected to a strap that goes around his shoulder, is a longsword sheathed in leather.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
When he arrives, he appears to be on top of a building. The streets below look deserted: No traffic, no lights, only old abandoned cars on the sides of the roads. Most of the buildings seem to have been demolished, heaps of rubble in their stead, and those that persist are dilapidated beyond repair. Bits of broken glass and garbage are scattered across the flat rooftop you stand upon, crunching under your boots with nearly every step.
Whatever this city was- it never will be again. This is City 73: One of the many Dead Districts.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He stares at the rubble and jumps down from the building. He lands softly as he walks past the debris and such.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She keeps an eye on the arm, worried she's getting paranoid. 'Can i get paranoid?'
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
You notice the crushed embryo slowly crawling away from you, and before you can even think to react, the creature is dead under your foot. Again, it seems as you had no control of this action...
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She paused as the creature is ground underfoot, wondering if this is latant programming, or.... something else.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Failures! All of you!" The Doctor slams their hands on their control panel, shaking in anger. They grab a device that looks similar to a cattle prod, and head down into the laboratory.
Horrific monstrous screams echo throughout the lower floors of Hyde Co. that night.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Interesting*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Absurd... They actually managed to do it." The Doctor watches on a screen as the coordinate points of Elsanova's tracker leave the map for the planet's atmosphere. They press a few buttons, and the projected flight path appears as a blinking green line. "Despite all odds, they prove to be a nuisance in the most extravagant of displays."
They press another button, and four red dots appear on the side of the screen, along with some text.
'-MQ-1: 'CULEX'- ONLINE'
'-MQ-2: 'AEDES'- ONLINE'
'-MQ-3: 'LUTZIA'- ONLINE'
'-MQ-4: 'OPIFEX'- ONLINE'
"It's a good thing I kept the Culicidae from that asteroid mining venture. Their weaponry is crude, but it should do more than adequately."
Four metallic objects soar into the smoggy sky of Konton, emitting a loud buzzing as they fly. Suddenly, four bright flashes, and the Culicidae are gone.
"Now, we wait."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*If this is still on after all these months.*
"I've met stranger." She skips into the elevator.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*finally found my way back to this. Sorry for never following up on stuff if I missed anything*