Known as the Revenants by others, these enigmatic mechanical beings keep to themselves in large hidden complexes, always travelling in small groups, repairing themselves with whatever they can, despite this semi hermetic lifestyle they have been known to trade with merchants, offering prosthetic limbs or simple components for the construction of levities such as furniture, usually in exchange for electronics or mechanical components. Many are wary of them as they operate of a moral code impossible to decipher for many.
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WIP summary poll
@mrbexwrites got me with this one and it's too good to pass up! Here go the bad summaries of my WIPs (and unpublished projects). I'm not including every single idea I want to work on, because we'd be here all day; these are just the recently-finished and ongoing ones.
Pick your fave, or don't, and pass it on! I tag: @pinkchaosart @omokers @dyrewrites @pb-dot @holdmyteaplease
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- - - - crawl out through the fallout !
stay tuned to our tag #falloutjcink for more news regarding our upcoming 18+ fallout forum roleplay based in the fallout universe.
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Sephy was tired.
She had slept 16 hours, but she was tired. She was always tired, this wasn't new, and maybe, sometimes, it wasn't annoying, but today it was. Today she had to work, she had to get up and do what the company told her to do, be their good little HAZED and kill anything they threw her at.
She got out of bed, pushing her stuffed rabbit to the side. Her stomach turned - too fast, had to slow down. Gotta remember not to go that quickly, throwing up on her bedsheets wasn't a fun way to start her day, and besides, she didn't have the cash to buy new ones again - rent was due.
The notification light on her phone blinked, probably her handler, a medication reminder, and a debt collector, if she had to guess. At least one of those were useful.
She fumbled around, looking for her medbag. The dim light filtered through the blinds didn't help any, but “bright lights” and “I just woke up” didn't mix - best case scenario she get a migraine, worst case scenario, a seizure. She found the autoinjector, pulled up the side of her nightgown, grit her teeth, and jabbed the device into her thigh.
It hurt.
It hurt.
It hurt so much, she wanted to cry.
At least it was better than being sick.
She changed - from the nightgown into her pilot suit, plugging in the neural adapters into the ring of plugs around her neck. The third-generation dive system was supposed to be safer. It was supposed to be easier. But it made her sick - she was the only HAZED that got sick.
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You ever want to just do something a little different so you don't burn yourself out? Same. Working on a small diorama.
The setting is a post apocalyptic universe where bandit clans roam the wasteland in supped up vehicles. Heavily inspired by Mad Max, Twisted Metal and Gaslands.
It's very much in the early stages, but I like it so far.
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SODAZ continues to deliver some of the most rad animation out there. And to have it be Fallout as well? Amazing.
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Cursed with a wretched lot in life the people unfairly named "Sloppers" are the spawn of mouldering cloning machines, tirelessly birthing parasite infested mutants with extremely unstable genetics. Many do not survive their first day.
A paranoia of Sloppers comes from their ability to "contaminate" other lifeforms with their genetic instability, doing so lessening the burden of the initial Slopper, despite this many Sloppers aware of this ability choose to live alone, out of a desire to spare others from their plight. This noble sacrifice often goes unnoticed.
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