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once again, vickers is a walking recycling bin
>>12210
> just as things were getting interesting, it gets dropped
bad omen prediction: md will teach us why liam never finishes his series
Does anyone find it a little strange that Nori of all characters had the subject number of 02? By my estimate Doll is the character in MD who most resembles 02/Lauren from Design.
>Both had powers seemingly much greater than the protagonist's
>Both were aloof/hostile toward the main characters goals
>Both died alone and pretty terribly in spite of their superior powers
Or am I retarded here?
Why? I mean don’t get me wrong I love Cliffside and all but this catalog is called Murder Drones not Liam Vickers, feels off topic
>>12582
Anon. Even before this board existed it was always somewhat agreed upon that the discussion or posting of other Liam Vickers shows was okay. If this was a something like a Hazbin general then you'd have a right to complain since it would massively be off-topic
With Murder Drones ending soon, what do you think/hope Liam will do next? Revisit an old project? Or maybe start something new entirely? I think it will be interesting either way, since he'll now have completed his own animated show, he should have an easier time with whatever he does next.
>>17298
My guess is going back to 2d animation stuff, which he was doing just before
HOPEFULLY finish C U B E
>>17459
Yellow Halogen got canned for future seasons in part because the incest fetish people glued themselves to it.
>>17873
I've only heard things secondhand and I think a lot of his original interviews are lost now but that's what I've heard.
>>17847
>Yellow Halogen got canned for future seasons in part because the incest fetish people glued themselves to it.
I don't think this is the case. While there were some unhinged people in the comment section of Part 9, he still intended to go through with Yellow Halogen S2 well into writing Design Season 3. It was just never fully realized.
Stargazing With Murderous Intent [lofi/chill beats]
Feeling sick today and listening to this while I rest. The SSTWL medley feels really nice. It's also amazing (to me) that he's able to adjust his music into a different genre and make it look easy. With Di being in the picture, I just hope he has the time to complete the concept of Let's Split Up someday.
Siren
I like that it doesn't seem to be native to the arid setting at all. Stuff like tentacle limbs with suckers, fish hooks, seaweed on its back, the weird getup. Like who wears a raincoat in the middle of a desert? It feels like there might be an interesting story route for it to end up in the town of Cliffside, maybe via trains that transport goods from port towns.
>>54471
You could almost do like a carpetbagger kind of angle with the sirens coming in from wealthy shipping hubs. Iirc aren't the sirens in the original Yellow Halogen sort of like secret royalty anyway?
>>57237
It's true, he walks with the swagger of the most background street crosser to have ever crossed a frickin' street.
>>62650
All I really need to fix my life is a girl who wants to kill me
Very nice art
>>69033
>>69096
>>69113
>>69193
thanks. i like that it has the X eyes design that carried over to Cynwalker. since they're written as 'pissed off entities', i imagine the hypothetical episode they'd be in would push the horror factor a bit more since they're capable of illusion, telekinesis and some degree of reality manipulation (just based on the stuff Liam left on his tumblr on them)
SSTWL creating the best music you will ever hear for absolutely no reason.
Fun mix. Have to admit it's solid, only Ponder's part just felt a little out of place. Daughter Program was extremely on point.
The further into Liam's other works I dive, the more random shit in Murder Drones suddenly makes sense. I'm listening to puppet game and now all the "robots have bio mechanical parts suddenly due to coding" shit has context.
>>90146
The explaination Sarah gives for Ponder's origin, without giving spoilers for Pupoet Game, is basically "shitty coding leads to flesh horrors", which, considering that is also a story where multiple other stories are connected, explains the whole "Solver-infected robots bleed" thing.
>>97367
Shows the majority of this board's population came from Murder Drones with no/little knowledge of his previous stuff.
Good stuff by the way.
>>97405
>Shows the majority of this board's population came from Murder Drones with no/little knowledge of his previous stuff.
Well, yes. Cliffside has 16 million views. The entirety of Internecion Cube has 6 million. Even within the target demographic of Murder Drones, that's not an "you've at least heard of this" level of popularity.
I've been meaning to try and connect all of Liam's stories into a single uni/multi verse, but I've yet to watch the rest of SSTWL outside of the first two seasons of Design.
>>137103
The cubism lives forever in my heart
wait, isn't that a bad thing?
>>97937
Without spoiling things, Liam kind of does that for you eventually. At least for the stuff on SSTWL. Not sure how you'd connect Internecion Cube, Cliffside, and Murder Drones, but there's at least one possible connection between puppet game and murder drones.
Would it be appropriate to post Vickers-Like characters that we come up with on our own, or those of other artists clearly referencing Liam?
I ask only because I've been working on some drawings I've been enjoying but haven't been posting anything in the Drone thread because it's totally non-drone related.
The character is however heavily Vickers-inspired, so what say you fellow Anons?
>>143247
Ok! I'll post here once I have something concrete finished, don't want to spin off a whole extra thread purely for my own personal autism.
New character, inspiration drawn from allover my interests, but my overall inspiration is very much from Liam, especially Design and Internecion Cube.
A brief synopsis of the lore I have for her so far:
At the age of 16, she developed a fictional immune disease I'm naming Metchnikoff Syndrome. At the time of her setting (sometime in the 2030s-40s) it's incurable and invariably fatal, usually within a short time. It completely eats up the immune system and demolishes the blood's ability to clot.
She fights the disease for two whole years, but by her eighteenth birthday shes in hospice care with a prognosis of less than a month.
Her family is approached by the Blue Mesa Dam research facility with a highly experimental untested medical procedure.
The PREY initiative involves using nanotechnology to destroy diseases, cancers, or replace damaged cells including immune cells. She would undergo a risky procedure with very low survival chances, but of course the family accepted the thin odds.
During the procedure her heart stops for six minutes, she is ruled medically dead.
Unknown to her family PREY's primary goal was developing nanobiological weapons for DARPA, and when she revived she finds herself property of the US Government.
Magnolia is the only current survivor of the procedure, thirteen previous subjects failed, ten had to be destroyed and 012 and 013 are currently trapped in vegetative states.
She's been living in her current state for over a year, and is 19 and some months old, her memory however contains large gaps following her revival.
>>144924
Maybe in the same sense that the YF-23 was a real fighter jet. There's only one of her (at the moment) and her health is delicate and costly to maintain, her full capabilities are unknown and still developing.
Her strength and powerset are completely dependent on the level of nanites available in her blood, they wear out when used and her body can only regenerate them very slowly, she relies on booster injections to keep the levels high.
Without them she's a paraplegic too weak to stand on her own power and unable to maintain a stable body temperature, with just enough nanites to keep her from dying.
Fully "charged" with a superdose of nanites she can do thinks like create near-impenetrable shields, molecule thickness whip-like blades that can shear effortlessly through metal, bench press a truck, levitate, and express a Wolverine-level healing factor.
These abilities only last as long as the nanite overcharge, and rapidly diminish as the extra nanites are consumed.
>>144899
Oops i may of accidentally lewded your character, how clumsy of me
>>144926
Hmm, so a heavily armed SWAT team can kill her. Even if they all die.
Cool, she looks awesome.
>>144958
Cant, file is too big
>>144996
She would actually be quite shy, she’s a virgin. Two years of terminal illness immediately followed by a traumatic medical procedure, six months of physical therapy and a year of confinement away from any outside human interaction has left her totally isolated.
>>145559
More of Magnolia, without her suit and gear.
>>145931
And an alt
Im gonna start posting my human Y's here because technically they are not drones. but she is a character in my Liam Vicker AUs so why not. I AM VERY ANNOYED THOUGH as my art quality went from
>>144943
to
THIS today but whatever.
>>146741
I think somewhat the same way Liam does, I hold onto character concepts for years at a time, rolling them through multiple permutations, adding or pruning things from them, but keeping some kind of underlying theme.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been brainstorming characters with another well known artist from the threads, one whom I look up to and whose input I value greatly. Those idea swapping sessions got me out of a creativity rut and spun off several characters and a setting similar in concept to Design or Internecion Cube.
I’ve already got enough ideas for it that it could be its own entire thing, I had been fantasizing about a webcomic even, however considering my time constraints it isn’t realistic. Unlike Liam who made his first animations for college and then got Murder Drones as a professional job, my irl employment is totally unrelated to my art hobby and it’s a full time gig.
To get the more fleshed out artistic training to take on something as ambitious as a webcomic I’d need to basically put my entire life on hold, which simply isn’t possible anymore.
Bugdrones when someone makes a cool request that interests me.
>>146757
NTA, but remember that a decent number of successful cartoonists managed to get toeholds despite less than stellar interplay between their employment and aspirations (Bill Watterson comes to mind)
The bigger trick then trying to carve out snippets of time here and there to formulate a comic would probably end up being marketing it, your art's further along than a lot of people and you'd probably only need to hammer out a truly finished product for a pitch to get funding, with less fleshed out ideas of where to go from there
>>144899
I've got a few WIPs hanging around right now that I'll post too, I'm a bit behind because I've been suffering an awful week at work full of sleep disruptions and difficult, touchy jobs.
Here's Elizabeth, Subject 011. By far the least-stable and most powerful of the current five named characters.
>>148991
015 Yvonne, lent to me courtesy of YAnon, his beloved failgirl now has another setting to job in. Second successfully revived subject, notably more stable than her predecessors. Her abilities work much more consistently but are inflexible and her inexperience leaves her more prone to errors in judgement.
>>148993
Final WIP that I've gotten bashed out and even less complete compared to the previous two. Much-loved fan favorite for anyone who knows the PhoenixAnon lore, transplanted to my newest project, it's Marcy!
Somewhat the group baby, her nanoswarm symbiote is almost entirely dormant for unknown reasons, she has almost no ability to project or direct it outside of herself, but can use it to massively enhance her physical capabilities.
One more to go before I move on to other characters!
>>149751
Glad you like what I've been cooking Anon, I need to make some refinements and all of these are super WIPs that are going to be redrawn over the weekend, but I do feel like I've settled on a set of themes that I like and can draw regularly.
More to come soon.
>>150835
This art makes my neurons work extremely actively.
>I do what i want, because, I can
Holy based.
Thinking whether or not to draw Yvonne in a Bundeswehr uniform.
>>150835
To be colored at a later date, maybe
>>183764
financial enrichment for you
spiritual enrichment for us
Working on a piece starring Kali (Design) and my own character Magnolia (PREDATOR/PREY), since I've decided to refocus my drawing projects down to fewer subjects with more focus on non-drone characters what little drawing I do will mostly be here for the forseeable future.
For clarity, my own setting is totally unrelated to Design and only takes inspiration from it, these characters could not plausibly meet without some kind of dimensional shenanigans, I just wanted to draw them together.
>>186025
It looks very beautiful. I hope you'll be posting more of your work here, anon.
>>186288
Huh, I hadn't thought of it like that but now that I look I can sorta see it, with the two-tone military greens and desaturated orange highlights.
It is meant to evoke a military theme, with the various labels and markings implying a sort of prototype state, as well as emphasize her physical frailty with the medical equipment hanging off her like at any moment she might need to be administered drugs with the clasps and buckles and obvious zippers and seams and lack of bulky armor implying that the whole thing could be stripped off of her quickly by nurses or scientists.
You can note that each arm and each leg piece has a sort of clasp where the green transitions to black, each of those clasps holds that whole part of the suit on and so any one or all of them could simply be unclipped and tugged right off the limb beneath if necessary.
>>186045
Posting a moderate update, gave them outfits, facial expressions, adjusting the limbs and will probably adjust them more before I start in on lineart. Tired though and going to sleep, to avoid spam I'll hold off on any other updates until I hit the first pass of lineart.
>>187363
Finished enough
>>186844
Didn't quite make it to lineart today, had a short weekend and had to cram in a lot of chores, so I threw together a temporary color test instead just to give a preview of approximately what they'll look like once all the lineart and color really does get finished.
Who will fire the first shot and create the first Non-Murder Drones Liam Vickers greenfext?
>>187920
We talking greentext of another existing Liam story, or just a new story following the common Liam conventions. Because I could do the latter since I'm already simmering ideas for my own Liam-esque story.
>>188328
I'd need to simmer on a prompt for something from an existing Liam story, and probably go back and re-listen to it a few times to capture the characters correctly. As for the latter I'm the procrastinating retard who's slowly (glacially slowly) working on a story called PREDATOR/PREY, starring this bitch
>>144899
>We're in for a new grentext in Liam style
>And they're gonna be sexy
That's why I love anons.
>>187792
Speaking of the PREY universe
>>190324
An alt, everything still WIP
So considering that Murder Drones was essentially the same story that Liam had been trying to tell forever with his other abandoned projects, what is the possibility that he's going to do something new?
>>190487
I've noticed that the whole fandom is unironically assuming that Liam's next show will also be about a monster girl with a manic smile and a cute guy she wants to fuck.
That's not saying much of course, but I also think Liam will use his old formula and just change it up in some parts, though I'd also like to get something brand new as well.
>>190487
0%
You WILL get another vickers girl, and you WILL like her.
>>190693
Oops
>>190702
Fixed
>>190741
YAnon basically lent her to me, and we just bounced some ideas back and forth about general things about Yvonne comparing her to the other PREY Subjects and how she'll be personality-wise.
I haven't written anything except the little character bios further up in this thread and less than a page of very loose notes.
I bounce ideas off of my friends all the time, some of them cook up into full character concepts, greentexts, stories, etc, most just simmer in the back of my mind.
I couldn't call what I've done with YAnon and others a collaboration, not because I don't value their input but because PREDATOR/PREY is mostly an aesthetic draped over the bare bones of a story idea as of this moment.
>>190741
Phenoix was the one who originally came up with PREY Yvvones designs so technically its kinda fanart? Mostly ive just tried streamlining her design from femix's sketch.
Ok, still getting back into my groove with drawing but I got Magnolia's lineart close to done, over the course of the week I'm going to see if I can work up a few blocks of greentext which will serve as at least a prototype for the prologue of PREDATOR/PREY, to be posted here.
No concrete promises, as usual, but that's where I plan to be pointing my focus over the next week.
>>191421
my man you gotta hone up on your proportions
> stapling yourself
brings up memories of hideous destructor
>>191669
I did see some of their videos, along with some other online tutorials, mostly on basic shapes and poses but the longer it goes the more I lose interest and can't pay attention. I found it more motivating to draw if I just visualise the rougher stuff in my head plus look at other artwork both MD and non-MD related for a pose/object/etc. and figure out things as I go.
>>191705
Eh, whatever. I just draw for fun, don't really care if it might look weird.
>>191856
Maybe? I dunno, it's hard for me to keep paying attention if a tutorial just keeps going.
>>192135
i still think you should do some practice specifically for it
seeing your own improvement is a great a feeling
>>194278
Me too
>>191413
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 1/?
>"Nothing...at all?"
>"I'm very sorry Mrs. Hayes, but total immune system regeneration is still extremely new and, frankly in Magnolia's case the chances were very slim. In a normal case of immune deficiency the hospital probably wouldn't have even authorized us to try. As it is there isn't anything else we can do here, I've corresponded with the seven other specialists who have been working with your daughter over the past two years, and our consensus is...that we've exhausted all the conventional and most of the exotic treatments for Metchnikoff Syndrome. My advice would be to, ahem-, transfer her to hospice care and...ah, spend as much quality time with her as she...has left."
>"Time? H-how long...?"
>"In all honestly Mrs. Hayes, my colleagues and I are astonished by how long she's held on already. To be totally transparent, the hospital only gave us special dispensation to attempt immune regeneration because based on the progression of her symptoms compared to other cases, the Dean of Medicine and I agreed that her case should already have been terminal by the time you came to see us. She's already held on a month longer than our most optimistic estimates."
>"So you're saying..."
>"We don't honestly know, Mrs. Hayes, right now she's OK, she was able to eat a little this morning. The renal failure isn't progressing any faster than predicted, and while I can't predict how...it...will happen, the most dangerous thing is of course infection, followed closely by pulmonary hemorrhage ah, that is bleeding into the lungs."
>"Doctor Collins...are you absolutely sure there's nothing else you can do? We don't care about the costs, we'll go anywhere, try anything at all...please...my daughter..."
>"Well, there might be one place left we can send you...but are you sure? I don't want to dissuade you but Magnolia might be more comfortable...ah well. Here's their card. For what it's worth, I hope they can do something for your daughter, Mrs. Hayes."
>Magnolia turned the expensive feeling plastic business card over and over in her hands
>It was almost more like a credit card, but without the usual numbers or signature line on the back, embossed into the face of the card was a sharp, impersonal looking logo: "B.M.N Blue Mesa Dam Nanomedical Institute" and bellow it, smaller and with stark white letters contrasted against a fancy sword motif "Subsidiary of Calibern Research & Development"
>The motif held her attention, each way she tilted the card it faded to a different shade of blue, one way storm blue almost grey, then reflective silver, then a deep iridescent beetle blue
>A pothole jolted the car and nausea surged up from the pit of her stomach, cold sweat instantly springing out on her forehead and she screwed her eyes shut, counting backwards from ten and battling to swallow the bitter copper taste that surged into the back of her mouth
>"Ma, we almost there? Need a puke break soon..."
>She hated the cross country drives, hospital to hospital, state to state almost every other month for the past year. Each drive had become progressively worse as she got sicker. This time she'd been unconscious for most of it, but that wasn't a comforting sign. For the past week catching her breath had become increasingly difficult, and the rare bouts of vomiting that used to strike only once or twice a week had started coming on at least once a day. Today she'd already thrown up twice, both after trying to eat some of the bland, sterilized food her mother had packed for the trip. Both times it had come up clotted with blood.
>Her fingers fumbled with the card, they felt cold and mostly numb these days. Half of the problem, the doctors explained, was anemia which made sense. The other cause, according to Doc. Collins was nerve damage. They'd never seen it before because nobody with Metchnikoff had lived long enough for it to take hold.
>The road abruptly evened out, and Magnolia risked a glance out the window.
>Ahead of them the dense woods of the Blue Mesa wildlife preserve were cut abruptly by a massive, imposing, supermodern security wall, thirty foot tall nets of thick metal cable suspended between thick plasti-concrete pillars crowned with dimly glowing red warning lights converging on a solid looking brushed steel security gate.
>"I think...we're here Maggie..."
>"Great, I'm gonna get out and puke now."
>>195178
Apologies for being slow on this, weekend was crammed with chores because overtime work backed up my schedule, but I did promise last week to get some writing done and I hope this is at least enough bait to keep any readers interested until next weekend.
Isn't this thread supposed to be about Liams' works?
>>195817
It is, I put out feelers prior to posting any of my OC shit if anyone thought it would be too off-topic in >>142842 post. Reaction to that question and the first post seemed generally positive.
The greentext story and characters I've been working on are directly inspired by several of Liam's own works, however I will spin off a containment thread for Liam-Inspired art, stories, etc if other posters here find what I'm posting to be disruptive or too far off topic.
>>196094
IMO while the letter of the law says this is for other LV series, the spirit of the law has accepted this thread for vibes based offshoot OC and non-drone stuff
Plus the activity is so sparse there's plenty of space for both
TBH im open to anything Liam related, and yes that includes OC's and all of the other stuff too
>>195817
The vast majority of anons have been familiar with Liam's work for a while, and have been wanting a full project from him for a while, so we definitely wouldn't mind getting something inspired by him.
>>195522
Strange team building exercise
More bullshit Cant be bothered to finish it, already taken me 7+ hours lmao. I really have to learn how to draw better sketches faster, its getting ridiculous.
>>195178
>Consciousness returned in a series of waves of pain, starting from her her guts and radiating outward, pain in her chest as a too-liquidy cough forced its way up her throat and out her mouth reeking of clots and iron
>The pain started to throb in time with her pulse, her overtaxed heart felt like it was beating up against the inside of her ribs, the ribs were a throbbing cage, and a vicious slow wave of pins and needles started at her elbows and moved down until it reached the numbness in her hands and subsided
>For some wavering, watery period of time she swam between sleep and wakefulness. Too slowly, the pains began to recede and she could faintly make sense of things one sense at a time.
>There was a cool, clinical feeling softness underneath her...she wasn't kneeling on the rough cement with sun beating down on her back, every tendon knotting as she prepared to throw up...this felt like some kind of bed, a plastic-feeling sheet covered her and the air had the unmistakable dry chill of being heavily conditioned
>She tried to shift her body slowly, one numb distant finger at a time, encountered a fresh throb in her wrist and the familiar invasive under-the-flesh shifting of an IV, a shift at the crook of her elbow implied the presence of yet another IV, more shifting revealed two more, one piercing her leg...that was a new one, and another uncomfortably slithered against the inside of her collarbone, the needle piercing neck just where it met her shoulder
>Her eyelids felt like lead panels, the muscles shivering with the strain of cracking open, panic needled her because for a few moments she saw nothing but vague red toned blurs
>Something warm and moist rolled down her cheek, the blurs swam slowly into shape as she concentrated all of her effort on bringing her eyes into focus
>"Oh she's awake! Nurse, someone! Oh baby your eyes...oh my God"
>Something white filled her vision, softness dabbed her cheek then pulled away blotched red
>Awareness wavered again, human figures Magnolia couldn't quite recognize seemed to leap across her narrow field of view in fast forward, somewhere far away from her a machine made a complex pneumatic sound
>Cold liquid fire trickled through the IV line in her shoulder, pain faded and fell to the back of her mind, and her vision assumed an abnormal sharp clarity, she heaved herself upright barely feeling how the deeply indrawn breath rattled deep in her lungs
>There were two other people in the room, she focused her too-sharp eyes on them both
>One was her mother, she looked...older, much older than the last two years should have made her, there were stress wrinkles around her mouth and at her forehead, her eyes looked sunken, her hair, which Magnolia had always thought of as beautiful looked brittle, and was shot through with gray. The woman who had run with her and laughed with her and who sometimes felt more like an older sister to her had been shrunken by grief that Magnolia had barely noticed until now...
>The man on the other hand...looked as though he had rolled off of an assembly line for "trustworthy physicians", salt and pepper beard, short and cut ruler straight, hair similarly grayed at the temples but almost as if the age were cosmetic, steel rimmed spectacles, brushed chrome stethoscope, brushed chrome belt buckle...like he was only playing a doctor on TV
Ok this is like a half-update, but there will be a second one later today after I've slept a bit.
>>202359
Going to see if I have enough time tonight to write a little something, Monday morning (my evening) was pretty rough, giga thunderstorm and a bunch of extra shit to do pre-work week.
>>199502
>>202662
Sorry for the sluggish second half, week had a bit of a hectic start, consider this a slow-acting dose.
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 2.5/?
>The too-perfect doctor stepped up to her bed, extending one large, long fingered hand to shake. It was cool, dry, the skin obviously subjected to regular cosmetic treatment and...she could FEEL the pressure
>She could feel the handshake in fingertips which had become first painful and then numb months ago, fingertips which had been insensate and cold the last time she had been conscious.
>Her eyes flickered from him to the IV piercing her just above the clavicle, which led to a bag of what appeared to be donor blood...except for the label, the type label which would normally be front and center and which should read "O-" was crowded out by a large symbol that she'd never seen before.
>It looked similar to the biohazard trefoil, but with a large N contained in the center, and in another section of the level "Type O-/S, Synthetic Blood Analogue, Additive A-v0.4"
>"What is it?" Her suspicious gaze latched onto his eyes...his eyes were just like the rest of him, cool, professional...false in some way she couldn't quite put her finger on, even with this strange and sudden clarity
>"It's part of the treatment we may be able to offer to you, you were in respiratory arrest and your mother signed a waiver to allow us to administer this treatment as an emergency life saving measure. I'm pleased to see that it has."
>His eyes were neither pleased nor displeased, she could see how they flickered from her to the large suite of diagnostic screens by the bed, his eyes focused more sharply on the data than they did on her.
>"But? There's something else?"
>The pleasant mask didn't shift as much as a single degree, either he practiced this speech a lot or..."Unfortunately, yes. Our medical nanotech is very, very experimental, each batch has a very short lifespan under most conditions. The nanites circulating through your body now will soon wear themselves out, at our current level of development they can't really repair the harm caused to you by your illness. What they're doing now is replacing the functions a healthy body could perform."
>"How long?"
>"Perhaps a few hours, we aren't entirely sure. No two batches have come out identical and we've never administered them to a human subject with a preexisting illness. Excuse me, would it be much of an imposition Mrs. Hayes, if I had a few minutes to talk in private with Magnolia? Part of the government grant stipulations, a bureaucratic technicality really..."
>Magnolia's mother stood uncertainly, and the girl reached out one gaunt hand to give her a reassuring shake, before turning her attention back to the doctor.
>He unlocked the exam desk with an ID card tapped to a nearly invisible reader, before producing an eye-catching scarlet binder
>The face of the binder was embossed with bold, bright white letters and the same trefoil symbol as her "blood" bag
>It read in ominous all-capitals "PROJECT PASSOVER - PREDATOR/PREY SYSTEM" and in subtext "This Document Is Classified Top Secret By The United States Department of Defense, Copying, Dissemination or Unauthorized Examination Of This Document Punishable by $2,000,000 Fine or 20 Years Imprisonment"
>Leafing through the file past several sections she couldn't make out, he withdrew a thin sheaf of some heavy, official looking documents and handed them over to her, along with a chromium pen from his coat pocket
>"Before we can continue any further with your treatment, I would need you to read and sign these."
>>202977
Thank you for the new part.
No need to apologise, anon, we're all well aware of how real life can suck away time and desire.
>>202977
Hell yeah
The accursed 'real life' getting in the way of creatives as usual
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45431782
Kirie is best Vickers girl.
Kirie's whole deal-formerly human monster hellbent on avenging her ruined life and stolen humanity-and IC-313n apparently being Krow's actual literal sister intrigue me the most out of anything in Internecion Cube. If I were making a Liam-influenced project like PREDATOR/PREY, those two things would be the seed for it. Would be kinda Kamen Rider meets Guyver meets FMA meets revenge story. Girl who got Cronenberged into a horrific biomechanical kaijin needs to go through life pretending she's still normal and human around everyone else while pursuing Total Horrific Biomechanical Kaijin Death, while her surviving family-her brother and her grandma-do their best to keep her emotionally grounded.
If you'd like to hear more there's a smattering of other ideas I have in mind for it.
>>207110 (me)
*do their best to keep her emotionally grounded as the only people she trusts with knowing what she really is now
>>207110
There is definitely some of that planned, although at this rate it's still a fair number of updates away.
>>207443
Yes. Not exactly how you describe but I will be digging into the conflict between characters humanity and the inhuman abilities imposed on them.
>>207815
>abilities
I'm talking, re: my thing, MC literally becoming a fucking skellington monster who needs to eat major organs (not necessarily human, but animal organs are the equivalent of a starvation diet) to live and can't outwardly emote anymore ('nother thing lifted from Kirie; yes, that fic I posted earlier got under my skin), where taking on a human form feels viscerally wrong to her but she does it anyway because she can barely stand to look at what she's become.
>>207832
Oh you're doing your own liam inspired story? Neat, I'll be interested to see what comes of it if you decide to post it!
>>202977
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 3/?
>She barely read them...of course she didn't. Who actually read through all the waivers and disclaimers in these things? Partway through the forms it dawned on Magnolia that the awful, wonderful razor sharp focus that had gripped her was beginning to dull at the edges.
>Pain nibbled at the corners of her awareness, barely palpable but present in her where minutes ago it had been...far away and meaningless. The pen felt slightly clumsy in her hand, but even so the last lines at the bottom of the page, marked around with bright red hazard stripes forced her to pay attention.
>"[THE SUBJECT HEREBY CONSENTS THAT SHOULD THEY BECOME DECEASED THEIR REMAINS IN WHOLE WILL BECOME PROPERTY OF THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES]"
>She waivered.
>Months ago she had made her peace with the idea that she was going to die very soon. Each week some new problem had arisen, a new doctor every month, pills and injections that made her body flame with fever or made her vomit constantly. One supposed to protect her blood vessels from bursting just made it feel like she'd been injected with molten lead, and in the end it had only held the symptoms at bay for a short time, on and on and on until now.
>Her guts did something liquidy and unpleasant. She sneezed, a sneeze so violent that her vision narrowed and she felt her laboring heart leap and flutter against her ribs.
>Heat rolled down her face and she instinctively knuckled at her nose. Her hand came away smeared scarlet and a wave of chills rolled down her spine, for a brief moment she lost all feeling in her extremities and it was only with difficulty that she held the pen.
>Magnolia turned a glare on the doctor, he KNEW, she could see it in his face, in those cold, grey, brushed metal looking eyes. He had known exactly how long this nanite stuff would hold her up, and had known exactly when to spring this document on her. She wouldn't have enough time to go back and read through the dozens of crammed paragraphs of technical jargon, by now she could tell when an attack was coming, first the nosebleeds and nausea, soon she'd pour blood from every orifice, even patches of her skin would randomly leak it...shooting, uncontrollable muscle cramping, seizures as her nerves continued to die...
>She signed her name under the highlighted warning on the line, and then laid back, exhausted.
>The attack was slowly beginning to ramp up, her vision wobbled and waivered with black splotches nibbling at the edges.
>Faintly she could feel herself being lifted, and hear the rippy sound of velcro straps being drawn across her body, another wave of chills rolled through her body and she could feel the presentiment of the clenching jittering coming into her fingers and toes.
>Someone pressed her hand with desperate force, warm skin sending lancing pins and needles pain shooting up her arm, she could see her mother out of the corner of one eye...saying something, almost yelling it as they moved down some corridor or other.
>Magnolia attempted to squeeze some confidence back into her mother's hand, but her cold fingers only twitched and spasmed, muscles leaping and jittering in her palm.
>The gurney reached a door...not a normal hospital ward door but a great steel faced slab that looked like a bank vault door, already drawing back like like a metal mouth to swallow her.
>Mother's hand suddenly gone from her own, whisked away by two burly men, they were wearing body armor with great, oversized looking military rifles slung across their chests, final flash of mother's panicked expression over one of their shoulders.
>Magnolia wanted to call out to her, to turn over and wave to her, but she was locked inside of herself, teeth clenching uncontrollably her muscles rhythmically spasming against the velcro restraints
>The great steel maw swallowed her, and now she was in a strangely rounded corridor, the floor was hospital white, the curving walls and ceiling were blood red...in fact, everything seemed to be red now
>Her consciousness began to swim, tunneling down that surreal scarlet corridor, she was only vaguely aware of a second colossal door drawing open with an almost silent pneumatic sigh, except that it had a strange color to it, burnished gold, almost bronze, it caught the light oddly and gave off a blue sheen...then she was in...some kind of operating theatre, small-ish, filled with doctors in bright scarlet suits, entirely sealed behind full face hoods.
>Every metal surface in that room had the same, strange golden metallic sheen to it, her timesense began to take on a nightmare like quality and as a technician fiddled with one of her IV lines, she felt that the was beginning to fall away down a deep well
>Something cold rushed into her veins, agonizingly cold, her body felt as though it were falling away from her and she could only faintly feel its feeble thrashing now, her entire world was an ocean of ice
>Waves of freezing water crashed against a beach
>She exhaled until her breath fogged the window of her family home so she could draw a smiling face at her parents covering plants outside
>The glass was exquisitely cold against her fingertip
>She was outside on a snow day, school had been canceled, and she had wanted to know just how cold it really was...it had been stupid, her in nothing but a bathing suit falling backwards into a snowdrift because of a silly dare from a friend
>A crisp shock all along her spine, her skin throbbing as it belatedly pierced her
>Time stopped for Magnolia Hayes, crystalized in a moment of perfect recall
Right down to the wire before I have to get to bed for work, enjoy!
>>210184
>(You) tell her this
>her expression remains unchanged, as usual
>but black crap that probably shouldn't come into contact with human skin is still pouring from her eyes
>someone knowing what she really is now and still thinking she's beautiful...
>>209934
Cleanup
>>211487
Only problem is she might claw you by accident during a flashback nightmare to when she was transformed into a Cube monster.
>>211240
Good enough lmao
My rotted brain produced the rest of this moment:
>buildup to look like Kofi's a dead man because he knows too much now...
>followed by Kirie not killing him, but trauma dumping on him because she finally has a chance to talk to someone, anyone, about being warped into a monster and having everything taken from her
>cut to another scene
>when that scene is done, cut back to school
>Kirie's finally gotten this thing off her horrible biomechanical skeleton monster chest and looks slightly hopeful despite her true form's face being frozen in a predatory rictus
>Kofi speaks, and he completely misunderstood everything she told him
Apologies for the behind PREDATOR/PREY update for this weekend, I had to spend a lot more time this weekend on vehicle maintenance and my drawing tablet also encountered an issue that I had to burn some hours figuring out so I could order what I hope is a replacement part that will resolve it.
I'm going to see what I can do about making one or two small updates over the course of the week. So far I haven't felt any burnout so be reassured that I'm not simply abandoning the story.
>>213528
Glad to hear you're still interested in writing this story, anon. I'll be looking forward to it.
>>213914
Well, at the minimum free time will be, my drawing tablet is dead, replacing the cables and updating the software didn't work, so I'll not be spending any more time on that hobby for at least a couple weeks while I save up money.
Circe Parsons is revealed to be Narrativistic, she then states that she wants to kill God/The Author. Later she discovers that she can use her glitch abilities to travel to other timelines/stories, and then Desgin immediately ends.
What if it was intentional bros and she was supposed to have killed Liam?
>>214775
Small update, ordered a new tablet, giving the old one away as a sort of fixer-upper gift to somebody who may be able to get it working. Until it arrives and I get it all set up I'll be writing more over this weekend, I may end up producing one extra large greentext or splitting it up across two separate days over this weekend.
>>208481
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 4/?
Cryonics Technician
>The surgical technician checked his instruments as the large wheeled medical device hummed and purred, one side of the large cart holding a five-quart flask which was rapidly filling with the subject’s visibly diseased and clotty blood.
>The machine’s other wing was much larger, a second flask rimmed with frost was emptying of a cloudy bluish liquid into an insulated IV line which pierced her arm, already the skin there was taking on a distinctly pallid color which could be mistaken for the chalky cyanosis of death. It wasn’t.
>He bent to the readout screen, carefully tracking the increasing number of temperature points as other assistants clinically and impersonally used hospital shears to cut away the subject’s clothing, and specially coated trimmers were rapidly brought into play to buzz every square inch of her hair away. Immediately small coin sized sensors were applied to her shaven and hastily sterilized skin. Each sensor fed into several large pieces of equipment with dedicated technicians hovering over them. On his console they read out a rapidly dropping temperatures from each sensor that produced a three-dimensional scan of the subject’s body.
>”Temp?”
>”Sixty and dropping, cryogel is stable at minus four degrees.”
>”Heart?”
>Another technician listened with a stethoscope “just stopped, four minutes and counting”
>”How long on that damn temp?”
>These moments were some of the most important, the lowering and later raising of the subject’s body temperature had to be managed with incredible speed. Doctor Hawthorne was always agitated during these steps and after all of the previous failed attempts the technician didn’t blame him.
>”Bellow thirty and still dropping, core temp will be four bellow in less than a minute, negligible ice formation, theatre humidity is at thirty percent and holding right on the needle.”
>Hawthorne approached the now completely exsanguinated girl, her flesh had taken on an almost powdery ashen blue color, lips and eyelids cyanotic. He gave her biceps an experimental pinch, her skin was icy and too firm, evacuated of every drop of blood and flushed with the antifreeze-like cryogel which would give them the time they needed to operate without freezing her solid.
>He took up his position over her bare chest, there were faint purplish blotches under the skin of her stomach and on her thighs, she’d been bleeding out internally even as they had revived her with the Phase-0 unsynchronized nanites, that leftover clotting would have to be vacuumed out. He extended one gloved hand “Number 22 scalpel please.” As he felt the metal placed in his gloved palm “for the recording, this is Doctor Hawthorne, surgical theatre, level 5, time is two-thirty PM, May eighth, 2042.”
>”Attempt number twenty, subject number fourteen, making the first incision now...”
This part is short but the second half is longer
>>217893
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 5/?
Nanoswarm Technician
>The nanite technician nervously drummed her fingers against the edge of the console; it’s display read “-100m” and steadily ticked down.
>By now she knew that the final terminus was exactly two hundred and fifty meters down, a quarter kilometer down and more than a full kilometer horizontally deeper into the mountainside.
>Her entire body twitched as the subterranean cable car settled with a pneumatic sigh, the straw gold mirror polished hatch made a solid “THUD” of metal-on-metal gas tight seals, before opening on totally noiseless magnetic bearings.
>A computerized voice spoke in flat monotone “Level 6, Vault, Double check suit integrity now, the outer hatch must be closed and sealed before inner hatch will open.
>She did so, double checking the golden hafnium seals of the thick but skintight scarlet copolymer surgical gloves, the similar seals at the grippy rubberized boots, the gas tight zippers of the single piece vibrant red suit, the two insulated hoses plugged into the sealed rebreather that made every suited person look like a symmetrical hunchback.
>All good, every latch positively shut, clever closures pressing leaves of metal together to form unbreakable seals. The regulator hanging over her shoulder read six hours of filtered air, and she knew from experience that the task ahead would take only a short portion of that time.
>The vault was enormous, three wings stretching off deep into the mountain, to her right was the Subject Wing, dozens of full hospital recovery suites, almost all of them empty and evacuated of air until they were needed, three of them were currently occupied.
>Subjects 13, 12, and 11 lay in an apparently permanent comatose state, for reasons not yet understood the procedures had failed to take, leaving the three girls vegetative in an almost death-like stasis.
>They made the technician’s skin crawl, their stiff contorted limbs, the waxy grey pallor of their skin that made them look like unearthly corpse-dolls, the way they would sometimes convulse, shake or scream uncontrollably...despite having no readable brain activity. If she hadn’t signed an NDA with a lifetime prison sentence attached, she would have cut and run or leaked, except that she had been shadowed at least twice when traveling to visit her parents.
>She hadn’t left the company town since then.
>The technician repressed a shudder as she passed the Subject Wing, and then a much more violent one as the next colossal airlock sealed with a final sounding thud behind her. The lighting ahead was dim and pinkish orange, and a heavy mechanical pulse throbbed overhead.
>She reached a caged utility elevator at the edge of a precipitous cylindrical shaft, it’s walls lined with numbered hatch doors, all of which the elevator passed by as it descended further and further, into the directionless ruddy glow rising up from the lowest level of the chamber, a colossal metal sphere pierced at the apex by dozens of hanging cables, flexible pipes and braided metal hoses.
>Heat rose up to meet her, she could feel the faint vibration as the suit’s life support pack labored to compensate, the regulator’s screen read out a sharp spike in humidity as well. Unidentifiable entrail-like tangles of machinery throbbed and boomed like distant thunder, replicating with uncanny pneumatic hisses the respiration of vast invisible lungs, and the terrible metronomic regularity of a heart which should not beat.
>The “thing” floated in it’s confinement tank, drifting slightly in a current of seething blood-tinted suspension fluid behind six inches of transparent metal, stenciled in block letters above the tank was a simple and ominous label “[SUBJECT 000, ORIGIN]”
>What reposed in the tank could only charitably be called a girl, it was an uncanny porcelain white, it’s flesh unwholesomely pallid and almost rubbery looking, where it hadn’t been flayed away from the structures underneath by some cataclysmic violence. One side of its head had been brutally subjected to the implantation of dozens of long metallic probes from which fluid hoses and data cables snaked up into the tube’s ceiling. More than half of its flesh on the right side was simply gone, leaving blackened, twisted bones upon which perversely shuddering strips living muscle tissue still clung. A tangle of black hoses pierced its abdomen and spilled out in coils like living viscera. One eye stared vacantly into space, the eyeball itself cloudy and dead looking, but lit from within with a sinister “X” of scarlet light.
>The chest was the worst of it, whatever had ruined the thing has erased all traces of femininity here, bare carbon colored ribs and muscle were exposed, and certain modifications had furthered the grotesquery of the injury, a spider like metal armature had been used to violently split and spread the ribs, leaving the quivering, living lungs and spastically trembling diaphragm exposed, laying bare what could only barely be recognized as the remnants of a human heart.
>It was no longer a heart. Strange geometrically perfect, mirror reflective black cubic structures had burst from within it or perhaps devoured it. One triangular face of it was perfect, a surface so smooth and mathematically precise and black that it seemed more like a void. The thing was incomplete, the other half of it divided and then subdivided again and again, growing outward like a geometric cancer to pierce or fuse with other organs.
>Turning quickly away from the horror she prepared the extractor, a two-meter-long hypodermic device which slotted into an access port. With excruciating care she moved the needle forward, eyes locked on the targeting display which sent it between the splayed claws of splintered ribcage, until the ultra-sharp monomolecular needle pierced the “heart”, and a positive light flashed.
>[REPLICATORS SUCCESSFULLY EXTRACTED, NEUTRALIZING, PLEASE WAIT...]
That's all for now, more tomorrow/later today.
>>217895
Very rough sketch related to this, taking the new tablet for a spin.
>>219940
Cool. Can you tell me, pleas, more about the faces? Did you just draw until you got it right or did you use specific guides and videos?
>>220088
I mostly just look at faces i like and construction of them. If i had to recommend some video it would be Josh Black, and Mick Cortes (He doesn't have videos but i like his faces. here is some of Josh black's work
Little Magnolia sketch on the new drawing pad. Story update sometime this evening. If anyone has thoughts, critiques or wants me to focus on certain aspects of the story I'd be pleased to know.
Partly this is of course an exercise for me to enjoy myself with writing and character art but I find input from others helpful, especially since the goal is to capture that "vickers story" feel that drew us all here to begin with.
>>221842
Genuinely peak design and execution. Absolutely succeeds in capturing a vickers girl's energy at least, that's sure
>>221842
Even through her glasses, I can see the fucked-up look in her eyes and the desire to rape someone.
Awesome work, anon, she really looks like the Vickers girl.
And damn, I'm afraid to ask any questions because I don't want any spoilers or reveals, I already like the story and the intrigue in it. I guess I'll just ask, what size story are you planning? Is it going to be big, or do you plan to finish it in half a year?
>>217895
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 6/?
Doctor Hawthorne
>He stepped back from the messy work and surveyed the fresh candidate, toweling smeared blue cryogel that had oozed sluggishly from her cut flesh away from the insulated gloves.
>She lay on the cold metal operating table like a freshly vivisected autopsy patient, the lack of any true human blood giving the entire operation a slightly eerie lack of reality
>A heavy Y-incision had been made first, opening her from collarbone to hip level and the entire front of her ribcage had been quickly hacked away and discarded with a powerful electric saw, it would be replaced with a relatively crude titanium implant, the nanoswarm would perfectly fuse and adjust the implant as needed...if it took anyway
>The heart was the key to this operation, and other internal organs had been rudely pushed aside to make room for the necessary modifications
>On the left side of the now stiff, purplish organ a flexible semi-organic signal receiver had been pinned and bio-epoxied crudely in place, if she lived through this procedure it would dissolve in about a year. For now it would facilitate communication directly between the nanites and the subject's body.
>On the right side was the true focus of this project, a slick coil of branching black tubes punctuated at intervals by grape sized spherical nodes
>The airlock leading back from the vault section of the complex cycled and that bumbling nanoswarm tech made her way back into the surgical theatre, proffering the heavy protected cannister of fresh nanites to other team members
>"You're two minutes behind schedule, what kept you?"
>The woman jumped, as if she hadn't expected him to comment on her tardiness
>"A-ah t-the...uh, subject zero moved again, sir. I was...uh, checking for any anomalies"
>"The diagnostic equipment does that regularly, stop anthropomorphizing IT, stop gawking at IT and just complete your job next time."
>Meanwhile the armored flask had been plugged into a special hypodermic dispenser, it's tiny almost microscopic tip was then extended down into the subject's chest cavity until it pierced the heart
>As the machine ran, an inky blackness suffused the vessels of the bestilled organ, crawling under the glistening muscle like oily worms
>Another technician checked his terminal "Nanites are live sir, and are talking with the adapted Alpha sample we got from the subject's blood, good synchronization ratio, 98 +/- 1.5% and holding steady, suppression factor 99.999% effective, Origin mutations are being efficiently culled. Registering normal low-temperature replication, we're good to go sir."
>"Excellent, get the ports installed and close her up...send her mother the usual "we're sorry to inform you" and lets get on with it"
Magnolia Hayes?
>Magnolia's eternity had narrowed down into a thin, sharp, frozen point, at some infinitely distant time in the past there had been thoughts, whole memories but they had come slower...then slower still, withdrawing and contracting down to this point of thoughtless awareness
>Something changed...a drop of ink? of blood? Something strange had stained her, was saturating her like oil poured onto a white cloth
>Then there was more, a point of heat, a point of pain which at first she couldn't comprehend, there was still not enough thought for her to understand anything except the abstract sensation...somewhere far away, there was a body in unbearable agony
>Another darkness began to nibble away at the fleeting corners of her awareness...this was not the crawling, living strangeness...it was absolute nothingness, the corners of her mind were beginning to unravel, memories fluttered like flashing lights across her awareness and then were gone, the relaxation into nothingness gave way to panic, dramatically slowed by the encasing cold her sluggish consciousness was perceiving it's death, microsecond by microsecond
>That other, crawling, oozing darkness reached out to her, through her agonized and dying flesh
>She lunged for it, desperate as a wounded animal
>There was contact
>>222401
No real idea at this point, we aren't even halfway done with what I have planned for the "prologue" yet, I can't really be accurate but I would ballpark it's completion at 15-20 parts. If each "chapter" is the same length as the "prologue" I have enough planned out for something like sixty parts.
>>222407
I'd like to see the genius who decided that implanting some weird otherworldly nanites into just-dead people that can do indescribable shit was a good idea.
Good green, anon.
>>222407
my intrigue builds
>>223168
Have patience, we are getting to the first slasher moment in the upcoming update, I moved to it as fast as I could without a flat out time skip.
>>223388
I was talking body horror, not violence. Things have been pretty tepid and sterile up to this point.
>>224238
Bloody hell, she's delicious.
I wish I could lay my head on her belly and feel the warmth and firmness of her body.
Will you post the drawing process when you finish the drawing, anon?
>>224238
Eh
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>>226275
bit better
>>222407
Just a status update, I spent the weekend with my family which is why there's no writing to show for this weekend.
No burnout situation going on, just life priorities. I've got the next section fairly well planned out and am happy to report that what Anons have been looking forward to will certainly take center stage for the first (but not last) time in the story.
>>222407
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 7/?
Doctor Hawthorne
>"Time and temperature?"
>Technicians swirled like ants, disconnecting some machines, connecting others. The subject's chest had been closed like an autopsied corpses, rudely stapled shut, the slightly uneven titanium implant showing weirdly under her abused and pallid flesh.
>The cryonics technician looked up from his station, a fresh clear flask of blood gurgling as it slowly moved up the IV lines protruding directly from the subject's lower chest.
>In a normal human any one of these procedures would on it's own be fatally intrusive, but if only the nanites would WORK this time, his team were so close to success...he could practically taste the awards, the aura of power and authority which would hang from his shoulders...
>"Sir, two minutes, eighty degrees"
>There was still time...the other subjects had had delayed reactions as well
>"Technician Song, what's the network looking like?"
>The diminutive woman hunched over her console, head moving in short birdlike movements as her eyes drank in data
>"We're getting steady delta-wave analogue activity throughout the entire network, wait!...thats odd...for a moment there I was seeing a huge gamma-analogue spike and and markers for SDS...now it's gone again, low delta pulses sir, almost too low for the equipment to detect."
>"Time and temperature again dammit!"
>"...five minutes thirty seconds...nominal body temperature."
>"FUCK"
>He threw the scalpel down, sending it spinning across the surgical station and onto the cold metal operating table
>"Sir..."
>Embarrassed at his own loss of temper he stormed for the airlock, swiping his authorization code
>"D-doctor!"
>What the fuck was he going to report to the board now? This subject should have been perfect, every previous issue they'd had was with immune system interactions, somehow this worthless subject despite having no immune system at all had failed to-
>"DOCTOR!"
>The airlock cycled open with a pneumatic sigh, but he turned, snapped out of his own thoughts by a shout so loud it made his hazard suit's headphone speakers pop
>The scalpel he had cast down onto the table vibrated, jittering across the metal slab as if gravity had tipped, the sound of metal on metal clattering suddenly deafening in the stunned silence
>Magnolia Hayes' cold, corpselike hand twitched
>The scalpel twitched
>Her hand closed, joints audibly creaking and popping strangely
>The scalpels vibration ceased abruptly, and then, as if by magic it slowly rose from the table's surface and into the air, supported on a nearly invisible faint smoky distortion
Eveline Song (Nanite Technician)
>Her blood went cold as she saw the scalpel rise into the air above the subject, distantly she watched as the lethargic, nearly comatose delta wave readout spiked nearly straight up into the gamma range, exceeding what the sensors affixed to the subject's shaved head could measure.
>The young woman's body suddenly, violently flexed. Bones grated and crackled inside of her like wet twigs and spurts of too-dark blood emerged from the hastily sutured and stapled cuts in her bare chest
>The subject's chest inflated like a bellows, blood audibly gurgling in her recently closed chest cavity and then she SCREAMED
>Evie Song tried to throw her hands over her ears as a wall of nerve-tearing sound erupted from the patient's frothing mouth
>Medical instruments leapt and danced, Evie could vaguely feel from the raw pain in her throat that she was screaming herself, curled in a ball on the floor, stunned
>The ear-rending, sawing scream changed, it became a basso boom that no human lung could possibly produce and it pounded in every hollow space of Evie's chest and in her sinuses, then wailed up through a dozen synthetic-sounding modulations into a banshee screech that tapered away into an ultrasonic buzz the shellshocked technician could feel somewhere in her brain and nowhere else
>The subject's body began to dance in a rictus of convulsions, the bones of her arms creaked and her hands splayed into claws with fingers spread so wide the joints audibly dislocated before clenching into fists that pounded down with such tremendous force that they bounced the shivering body up off the slab for a moment, leaving visible dents in the nearly indestructible hafnium coated metal
>The horrible noise cut off as if guillotined and the subject began an intense, vibrating seizure on the slab, black stains spread along her veins from the center of her chest and with them came a bizarre, doll-like stillness even as the muscles seemed to writhe unnaturally under the pallid, cyanotic flesh
>Seeping scalpel cuts began to steam with heat as the flesh at either edge writhed as if it were a separate living thing, puddled like melting wax and then sealed, medical staples pinged free of sizzling meat, their tips glowing cherry red
>Eveline scrabbled across the floor as panic fully seized her body, her mind flashing back to the grotesque inhuman THING that was Subject 000, it's glowing baleful single eye and ghoulish gape-mouthed grin
>She reached the airlock just as it shut with the final THUD of a closing grave, that bastard Hawthorne's face peering in behind it
>She twisted in time to watch the thing on the slab sit up, it's bones grinding with a sickening wet grating sound, spurs of some glossy black material pushing and distorting the skin of it's joints into grotesque, inhuman angles, and then it...giggled?
Second part still coming, too long
>>230000
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 8/?
>The sound was horribly wrong, grating and wet as if some grinding contraption made of blades were sliding back and forth over itself to produce the flesh-crawling noise
>A visible fuzzy distortion was growing around the reanimated corpse, it caught the light and cast back pearlescent reflections, it looked almost like swirling tentacles of graphite dust which Evie knew intellectually must be billions of swarming nanobots, forming structures so dense they were visible to the naked eye
>Then one of those tendrils flexed, twisted, and flashed out in an arc towards the cryonics tech blurring into invisibility on the way
>The noise it made as it cut him was tremendous in the confined room, a stunning combination of gunshot, tree splitting axe, and steam explosion, the wall behind him turned scarlet and his upper body and upper arms leapt straight up off of his legs, the forearms falling away, all explosively severed in a fraction of a second in a welter of gore
>The operating theatre erupted into bedlam, technicians ran or screamed, there was another tremendously loud thunderclap and Eveline felt something thick, wet and horrible splash and spill over her like the blast from a hose, one of the huge heavy pieces of medical equipment toppled over and was then lifted and thrown through the air with tremendous force, tumbling over another technician and into a wall with the violence of a highway speed car accident leaving gobbits of shredded meat and strips of destroyed environment suit in it's wake
>She curled her body tightly into a ball, hyperventilating and almost catatonic until the horrific sounds were abruptly silenced
>Daring to open one eye she was met with the stomach churning realization that she was kneeling in a lake of human blood, the floor had been entirely coated in it, the room looked as if a bomb had exploded in it...a pair of corpse-pale feet stood directly in her field of view
>The...creature was only nominally human, spurs of dark, metallic nanites had distorted it's joints, it's ribs, even it's facial features giving them a hard and angular look
>In some places these sharp growths had pierced through the skin, as if the pallid human corpse were merely a chrysalis for some nightmare skeletal thing a size too big to be confined inside it
>The left arm was mostly normal still, and it hung from no more than a scrap of twitching, writhing muscle, torn almost entirely off by some tremendous force applied to it.
>Even as Eveline watched filaments of black matter crawled from each brutalized end and drew the limb back into line, bones ground together and flesh sizzled and flowed together like water, the fingers spasmed in a dying spider twitch
>The other arm had seemed to shrink in on itself, flesh vacuumed tight against distorted oversized muscle, the fingers elongated into a horror movie parody of humanity
>It's head dangled at an impossible angle, either the neck had broken or it was no longer jointed like a human neck, the eyes were corpses eyes, they stared blindly past Eveline, cloudy and dead.
>The gaping, grinning mouth opened revealing rows of very inhuman, very sharp teeth, blackish bloody drool streaming down pale bluish lips, the greyish tongue twitching and writhing like a worm as dead lungs wheezed air over dead vocal chords
>"AaAaaahhH....AhHh...oUt"
>The inhuman hand gestured in the direction of the airlock, and without thinking Evie fumbled for the passcard, offering it up to the thing
>Something strange and buzzing like a million tiny bees closed around her hand, gentle as a breath of air...and then it moved through her suit, through her flesh, uncaring in it's focused effort to grasp the card without destroying it
>Eveline Song watched with a combination of fascination, revulsion and horror as her hand disintegrated from the wrist up, falling apart in hundreds of tiny slivers as the cloud of microscopic machines passed through her flesh to reach their goal of the card
>There was a moment of odd pressure, a nerve-shocking pinching jolt of silver pain, and then every sensation above her wrist simply vanished
>The first nerve-flaying surge of pain arrived with the first gout of blood from the perfectly severed stump of her wrist
>>230000
>>230005
Awesome parts, anon.
If I were the lead scientist or the one in charge of facility security, I'd have a nuclear charge planted in the lab, and not a weak one: such a breach of confinement would literally endanger the entire nation. As I understand it, this thing is unknown to the scientists themselves until the end, and only the devil knows what it can do in the wild or, even worse, in the hands of the enemy: China, Russia or even competitors from other companies can start doing their research, which is absolutely unacceptable under any circumstances. Secrecy must be maintained at all costs.
I think the next parts will be about how the lab guards will try to stop Magnolia(or what became her) and we will be shown many, many massacres and absolute superiority of such a soldier over ordinary military-people. It will be interesting to read about the abilities of such a super soldier.
>>230054
Subjects 1-10 were all incinerated in a device called a plasma furnace, basically a combination tesla coil and giga-powered microwave. They suffered an earlier issue colloquially called an RRF or Runaway Replication Failure, the bodies never reanimated but the nanites started to eat them from the inside out.
It was believed that the early teething issues were mostly ironed out by the procedure on Subject 11, at which point they started having difficulties getting the human body to return fully to consciousness.
Magnolia is the first subject to actually wake up, Subjects 11, 12 and 13 are all comatose.
>>230017
Finished enough
>>230364
you are asking the wrong person for advice.
https://www.youtube.com/@ProkoTV
BECOMING A GI 4: POSING IN PERSPECTIVE
https://www.youtube.com/@joshblackart
>>230338
The slow agony of attempting to improve whilst being LAZY AS FUCK, some more (and slightly better drawn) (Phi) Piper. WIP
Reposted several times due to getting art critique piecemeal from my friend lmao
>>232725
Fuck! critical perspective error I have made
>>232740
too lazy to render/color, good enough
>>230005
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 9/?
Swarm
>The world is a constant, shocking blow against your senses.
>Your are a wind. You are a cloud. You are pinned, anchored, somehow jacketed in this bleeding, twitching matter.
>Every particle of you sees, hears, smells and feels.
>Your being spasms in pain as slugs of soft metal fly through the perimeter of your "self" and then slam into and through the more solid, sodden portion trailing loops and feathers of black filaments which are also "you"
>You REACH, you elongate, your will and your body are one flowing act of violence, a whipping vaporous limb with an exquisitely hard, sharp edge made of tightly locking units of yourself.
>There is a faint pulling sensation as your will touches the sources of those burning metal chunks, you taste the hot salt of blood
>The pains cease when you move your sharp self through those masses of meat...this is a useful fact, you associate the loud noises they made as they were cut with the removal of an irritant and a shudder of pleasurable feedback runs through you
>"They are screaming"
>The "words" come up from that other pattern...the one imprinted in the cold meat that you are somehow unable to part with, and associations filter up from that convoluted wrinkled mass of cells in what it calls "head", another surge of associations arise from that "word"...and more, and more.
>"They're screaming, we are killing them"
>You marshal yourself and all of your own processing power, and crush that other alien voice down into the dead flesh, it's cloud of overwhelming associations is painfully distracting
>"Good."
Small update this weekend, but I'll try and add some more onto it over the week.
>>234048
Damn it, that thing has taken over Magnolia!
So by fucking Magnolia, you're actually fucking an unknown otherworldly horror? And great part, thanks anon.
>>234048
Girl is not just losing her mind, but losing it to something else
>>233212
Sharing out of obligation
>>234048
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 10/?
Magnolia Haze?
>"Magnolia? Magnolia...? Did you hear me Magnolia?"
>The recollection fragmented, distorted and then dissolved away, she tried to cast her mind back but the experience seemed to slither away from her. It left behind a sense of having been filed neatly away, out of her reach.
>"Sorry, what did you want?"
>Her voice felt raw and she was still struggling with the way she could hear it not only with her own ears but also with...something like one, great and impossibly sensitive "ear". She could hear the undertones and overtones, she could "see" the ripples the sound waves of her own voice made in the air, and simultaneously feel them passing through this new cloudy part of her body which existed outside of her own skin
>Too much focus wasn't good, her head buzzed and throbbed with the synesthesia and sensory overload of it
>"Turn me down...my head..."
>"Of course, give me a moment."
>The doctor? psychologist? technician? did something with her oversized tablet, the thick scarlet biohazard gauntlets of her making slow and deliberate taps
>"We were talking about the nightmares you've been having, you were describing one to me and then you...uh drifted off."
>The cumbersome piece of oversized headgear clinging to Magnolia's head buzzed and chittered, for a few seconds warbling electronic feedback buzzed in her ears in a way that felt as if it were penetrating all the way into her brain, then the overwhelming extra sensations faded away into an ignorable background hum...along with almost all of the sensation in her arms and legs from the knees and elbows down.
>"There, I've set the sensitivity down to about five percent and turned the filtering all the way up. Don't worry, this won't last forever, I know the support team is already hard at work on a much better setup for you that will let you manage everything by thought."
>"They didn't feel like nightmares. They feel like memories, but the other doctor says they aren't. She got upset at me."
>Magnolia watched this doctor's face, the way she turned slightly pale and the way the corners of her mouth twitched and flattened, the way her eyes would flick away and left...away and left, she knew her own face was flat and expressionless, whenever she tried to recreate the expressions on doctor's faces it felt like a conscious effort was required, like she was sculpting an expression in real time
>This woman was nervous, Magnolia had grown accustomed to the strange association interplay that simultaneously told her what words and meanings were attached but which seemed to exclude almost any memory of how she knew them.
>There had been a place, with very loud music, a boy's face had been very close to her own and she had been nervous
>She had gone from there to another place, a woman had raised her voice at Magnolia, she had called the boy Creepy Pothead...it was an odd name with many negative associations. Magnolia could not remember the woman's face, or who she was, or why Magnolia had gone from the place with loud music to the place that felt comfortable only to be made uncomfortable by the nameless woman
>She felt profoundly incomplete, but she knew how a nervous person looked
>"Its...ahem its normal for people who have undergone such a difficult recover as you have to suffer nightmares, you've been through a lot of trauma, me and my colleagues are confident they will pass as you recover"
>Magnolia knew the word nightmare and what it meant...it didn't fit, nightmares were meant to be unpleasant, you were supposed to wake up from a nightmare feeling fear, or feeling anxiety
>Magnolia recalled the sensation of steaming, salty blood striking her in the face, though the "dream" memory had almost entirely vanished
>She exercised an effort to block the nerves which would have made her back shiver with pleasure, and swallowed down the sudden rush of saliva that filled her mouth as she remembered the metallic flavor on her tongue
>She didn't want to make the woman more nervous, so she didn't explain to her why "nightmare" wouldn't fit
>"I'd like something to eat, please"
>"Of course, I'm sure we can find something light and easy on the stomach for you, can you remember a food you liked to eat? It's important to exercise your memory you know!"
>"Steak please. Very rare please. Whatever that means..."
>Somehow, by the woman's expression Magnolia guessed that she had said something wrong, she would not ask for very rare steak again
>>236977
Thank you for new part, anon.
It felt like Magnolia had lost part of her personality, like she was only partly who she used to be and now she was starting to learn some things all over again (like how to communicate with people). Although, maybe Magnolia became the thing that was shoved into her and Magnolia herself just became a memory for this monster.
Anyway, we'll see what this thing starts to do.
>>237042
Just came off to me like a combination of being overwhelmed by new senses and her memories getting holes eaten into them like moths do with clothes.
>>236159
More work in progress unfiltered gar-boge from yours truely
>>237859
Still Sketchen, Medieval armor is not my forte
>>238251
Done I guess
Thing I most wish Liam hadn't gotten bored of Internecion Cube for: the inevitable moment where, while lashing out at Max for thinking "I can change her" about IC-0n and abandoning the mission to destroy the Origin Cube, Kirie, either deliberately or because she's too worked up to keep her human disguise on but just rolls with it, gives away to Max the full extent of what the Origin Cube took from her on that fateful Take Your Daughter to Work Day years ago.
>"Despairing vindictive hatred: I just wanted to draw dinosaurs in the break room."
>>239896
God damn it I am in love
>>236977
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 11/?
Andrew
>"-following a minor excursion of research material at the Red Creek lab complex, 23 employees have been hospitalized and another 11 have been "transported to a classified but highly competent medical facility" and their families have all politely refused to comment on their condition."
>"What a load of shit"
>He threw the cheaply printed newspaper to the floor and then slid it under the half-disassembled 'cycle to catch the last few drops of sludgy brown oil
>The other mechanic, Dave, let out a derisive noise and contributed a wad of chewing gum and used shop cloth to the now ruined newspaper
>"Can't believe you actually read that VIRTUE! News shit anyways man, it's a conspiracy rag. Actual newspaper too, seriously? It's the 2040s dude, everything has been online since before we were born."
>He tossed his shoulders in a shrug
>"Idunno, you don't think it's weird that a third of those scientists further up the mesa get sent to some spooky blacksite hospital and NONE of their relatives will say anything about how they're doing? Seems weird to me, seems more like they're dead and Calibern doesn't want to disclose it. You know how it is with these big defense contractors?"
>"No, I don't know dude and I don't wanna know either. You know they employ like half of the people in town...including us right?"
>It wasn't untrue, Red Creek was one of the new "Tech Towns" that had sprung up in the late 2020s following the implosion of Silicon Valley, formed around the employees and families of agile startup companies covering fields from 3D metal printing to exotic composites, ultracapacitor hybrid batteries and the opening field of practical nanotechnology. Calibern had its hand in practically all of them, spun up from the wreckage of several defunct defense contractors and apparently tied so deeply into the US government that three back-to-back rollercoaster administrations hadn't even phased them.
>Most of the vehicles coming through their shop were Calibern company property, sleek and modern with heavily ruggedized airless tires and oversized powerpacks and motors, all of them emblazoned with the laser etched sword motif logo.
>"Hey, it's a free country right?"
>"Yeah sure dude, if you just ignore that the cops talk to those military lookin' security guys like they're in charge, or that almost all of the town's electricity comes from the powerplants up the mesa...you know the ones that are only there because Calibern paid to have them built, or that nobody in their right mind here is going to risk their job by spreading around conspiracy "news" about a coverup. Seriously, you really need to get a better hobby man...how long has it been, four months?"
>"Hey cut it out Dave."
>"I mean it's been almost a year 'Drew, you gotta let it go. What happened wasn't your fault and the judge said it wasn't the company's fault either, those damn conspiracy rags are just feeding into-"
>"I'm serious Dave. Shut. Up."
>After a few moments of uncomfortable tension the angry-eyed young man raked fingers back through an unruly mane of dirty blonde hair, letting out a sigh of equal parts frustration and acceptance
>"Sorry, man. Don't mean to drag you into my bullshit."
>He was already formulating a plan to sneak past the company's perimeter fences and get a look at what they were REALLY up to out there in the woods further up the slope.
>>239957
The guy will either die an inglorious death, or cause an LC-level cataclysm and kill a huge number of people, as well as provoke a global political crisis, because EVERYONE will want to know what the hell it was.
Either way, it will be interesting. Thanks for the new part.
>>239896
minus clothes for design clarity
The only lore I got for her is that she was a normal girl until she did something sacrilegious on sacred land and was cursed to learn a lesson so she can change back to normal (not that she cares too much about the curse, however). Or maybe its funnier to say she was a "normal jackalope" originally lol.
>>240575
>Or maybe its funnier to say she was a "normal jackalope" originally lol.
It is.
>>240803
>They have zero Vickersgirl appeal
But why would there be so many slop lovers clamoring for them if they really did have nothing to do with Liam's work??????
>>240849
Appreciate it! In normal Liam fashion I decided very early in the conception of the story that we'd need a male MC who is (comparatively) normal for the Vickers Girl(s?) to play off of but who is in some way pulled into the story by a past life event.
This would all get fleshed out a bit more but I'm condensing a lot down to greentext format.
When TADC Ep.5 dropped a few fellow artfags were kicking around the idea of drawing different characters in Ragatha's noir dress, I didn't have time then but I made some time over the past couple days to draw Magnolia in a similar outfit. Nothing related directly to the story, I just thought it'd be cool.
No lineart on this one at least not yet, but I figure it's done "enough" to post.
>>240886
> In normal Liam fashion I decided very early in the conception of the story that we'd need a male MC who is (comparatively) normal for the Vickers Girl(s?) to play off of but who is in some way pulled into the story by a past life event.
Is he a self-insert? Because that's an essential part of the Liam Vickers formula.
>>239957
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 12/?
Magnolia Hayes?
>She had been bedridden for weeks, doctors poked and prodded, needled and interrogated her
>A bundle of clear braided hoses had been rammed indelicately into her side, just underneath the left floating ribs through a puckered and barely healed wound
>She thought it should have been infected by now but the dry, ghostly pale flesh remained untouched by swelling, pus, or any of the normal signs of illness
>It should have been excruciatingly painful, shouldn't it? Her body felt somehow disjoined from her consciousness, and somewhere in the void between them pain and pleasure got lost and never made the jump from meat to mind
>She could feel the titanium implant that replaced her entire sternum, and the fixtures in her lower left chest that held the tubes in place, whenever she shifted her body around she could feel plastic and metal slithering around in her guts, in her chest, in her left arm and the back of her neck
>The strangeness leaked into food and drink as well, she was voraciously hungry all the time. Each day she ate four or five large meals, but she never felt bloated or satiated anymore like she could recall from hazy, fragmented memories. The food would go down, there would be a strange vaguely pleasant buzzing sensation in her guts and heat would suffuse her skin, and then it would be gone
>Nothing needed to be passed, she pissed in a bag and most of what came out was blood, according to the doctors her changed body wasted almost nothing
>Time passed, there were changes. The doctors had done several increasingly less-crude surgeries, the bundle of hoses piercing her stomach went away and were replaced with a pair of quick disconnecting ports, the bulky sensory controlling headset was taken away and it was replaced with a sleek visor that reminded her almost of a set of ski goggles attached to noise canceling earphones
>A pair of thin strip cables plugged into more ports which protruded slightly from the back of her neck, and after only a few days she could regulate her new senses almost without thinking about it
>Her ruinously emaciated body had almost fully recovered, although the skin was clammy cool to the touch and never regained a healthy red flush. The piss bag went away and she was finally given leave to start moving around
>Walking was a trial, her limbs were those of a puppet, clumsy as if her will had to go through some kind of filter to reach them, but within a week of standing up she was able to run
>Then she was allowed into another wing of the complex with every imaginable kind of exercise equipment, the only downside then was that a swarm of the increasingly nosey scientists
>Running was the most relaxing, they had a full track and after the first day of practicing the herd of scientists simply couldn't keep pace
>She ran and ran, getting lost in the sensation of air rushing over her skin, wicking away the heat, the only indicator of exhaustion, when Magnolia finally came to a stop the display in her peripheral vision helpfully informed her that she'd run twenty miles in only an hour and a half
>A month passed, and Magnolia’s cloistered existence was upheaved when the entire two story complex that made up her “home” in the underground bunker rose. It happened during a sleep cycle and she awoke to discover that the heavy impermeable metal doors had gone and been replaced ones made of a thick glass or plastic material
>The same day new scientists arrived, and she bore their renewed poking, prodding and examinations with the mild ill temper of someone who was now used to being the subject of many grasping, touching hands and cold, sharp instruments
>It turned out to be worth the frustration, as the last portion of the day’s long examination was a fitting. She had grown to hate the paper-textured hospital gowns and slippers which tore constantly and had to be incinerated at the end of each day
>The suit clung to her body like a second skin, comfortably cooled by a small chiller and pump, it insulated her from the outside world but perhaps more importantly for the scientists it insulated the outside world from her, and with it fitted to her and every possible precaution taken they finally unsealed a side tunnel that led up and out...
>Magnolia stepped through an exterior door and drew her first breath of free air
>>243056
Our little bird has finally crawled out of its nest, the main thing is that it doesn’t start a bird flu epidemic.
>>243056
oh boy, oh boy
>>243056
PREDATOR/PREY
Prologue 13/?
Andrew
>It had taken two months, but he finally reached the right section of fence
>Weekends had become just more work, up and down Red Creek then out into the woods, checking each portion of it, section by section
>It was less of a fence and more of a wall, colossal, smooth, plastic and fiber infused concrete pillars every fifty meters interspersed with heavy chain-link overlapped in heavy, audibly buzzing electrified cables
>Every pillar bares a pair of rectangular spotlights, every other pillar bares a turreted camera
>It required little time to deduce how far they could see, during a weekend camping expedition he'd watched a local homeless squatter pitch his own tent too close to that perimeter, within ten minutes one of the all-terrain electric carts had arrived, the babbling man half dragged and half thrown into the edge of the woods along with his shabby tent by a pair of paramilitary looking security guards
>The special section was far up the slope, nearer to one edge of the wall where the terrain got worse and a whole three sections of wall seemed to still be missing their cameras and where the slate gray paint was thin and clearly neglected
>Here in this section a bent ancient tree had formed a sort of bridge, its thickest branches...just possibly sturdy enough to climb
>Tonight he would find out if he could...after that...he fingered the large camera bag slung over one shoulder
Magnolia?
>The sleepwalking had taken her by surprise when it began, a month back
>She had been submerged in the memory-dream again, too-clean-to-be-dream images of a nameless smiling woman with golden hair
>Others too, memories of a room that was filled with warm light, a bed with soft pillows and thick blankets
>Memories of running outdoors on a dirt track before this concrete and metal and plastic bubble world
>Memories of coming up short, too tired, of wiping away the scarlet stream of a sudden nosebleed
>Then the memories had frittered away and she had been outside, somehow she had made her way from her new barren room in the facility, through a warren of halls watched by cameras
>She should have gone back, the doctors and more importantly the guards had made the rules clear, she was never supposed to leave the building without them and a schedule
>That first night she had, but then two days later it happened again, and she loitered outdoors, drinking in the crisp night air for a few minutes
>Within a week of the first sleepwalking event she broke, and decided to wander the grounds out to the wall, where she had first found the pool
>Tucked away, deep into the woods in the steepest portion of the grounds there was a pool of water fed by a tiny stream from further up the slope and she'd taken to diving in
>Her new body was heavy, like her bones were made of lead, she would let herself sink to the bottom of the pool and luxuriate in the feeling of drifting in the weak current of the circulating water
>Eventually though she did need to surface for breath, the skin-tight body suit slithering wetly over the large rain-smoothed rock she favored for dives
>Had she been normal, she never would have heard the sound, even if a normal person had heard it they wouldn't have been able to filter it from the background of night woods noise
>Even then, they would never have been able to judge the direction of it
>But Magnolia did, she "felt" the sound ripple through the perimeter of the disembodied "skin" of her nanoswarm, and it focused itself into a huge, invisible, heat sensitive "lens" that instantly showed her the person shaped blob hiding in a stand of bushes and old tree debris at the edge of the clearing
>The sound had become intimately familiar to her since she awakened
>The crisp "snik" of a high quality camera shutter
>>245141
Andy man, stop taking creepshots of girls swimming
Great update, Andrew is reminiscent of a bunch of IC/Design characters
I'll wait for the new predator/prey green, I'm patient and I understand when there's no desire or strength to write.
>>247790
I know that the "weekend" update usually ends up being very early on monday or very late on sunday, this is just because I work night shifts. For me there's still almost six hours left in my "day" before I actually turn in.
The update is being written, just not on normal sane people hours.
>>245141
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 1, 1/?
A brief note, we are finally out of the prologue and have reached where I originally began to imagine the story!
Magnolia?
>Panic shot through her, fast as the twitch of a spiders leg. She had broken the rules, and would be punished. They wouldn't let her out of their sight again, they might even drop the apartment again, she'd be sunk bellow the earth and who knew how many months it would take to win back the scientists trust...
>A reflex rose up and proliferated along her nerves, an instant ecstatic shudder of violent intent sent the swarm whipping out
>She could KILL this threat...nobody else was around, there were no cameras...
>She could DEVOUR them, there would be nothing left, her swarm would scour the remains away to nothing
>Of course there would be questions, but they would simply play dumb, the human researchers were so easily deceived, all it had to do was move this cool flesh the right way, all it had to do was repeat the right sounds
>It stretched the mask's mouth into a leer, the human shell wasn't very optimized for this task but it would make do, it would make the teeth sharp for this task
>The swarm tensed and retracted its whiplike tendril, shifting mass into the limb as the human being thrashed helplessly as it was dragged through the trees and shrubs into the open
>Remotely it recognized that this wasn't a scientist, but the choice had already been settled on, it had been too long since that first day. A flood of saliva rushed into the shell's mouth in preparation for the first hot spray of iron rich blood
>It ignored the human preys fumbling hands right up until a small red stick left the human's hand headed straight for the shell's face, still strongly sensitized to thermal radiation the tumbling ignited road flare ignites into a momentarily blinding nova, shedding spitting starbursts of magnesium sparks
>Magnolia twisted away, hands clapped to her visor as if her original eyes had been the real source of the starburst of feedback which struck through her expanded senses and into her brain
>Something strange had happened...she had been afraid of something and then...and then this overwhelming point of heat
>In a pair of heartbeats she had marshalled control of the swarm and cut down its thermal imaging power to a bearable level, revealing the young man laying sprawled in the grass and tree debris at her feet
>Thinking quickly she kicked the sputtering road flare into the pool where it sank, still burning to the bottom
>She remembered the snap of the camera shutter, and reached down to seize the front of his shirt, lifting him
>"Who a-
Andrew
>Adrenaline hammered in his limbs, she wasn't human, COULDN'T be human!
>Something had grabbed him in the night, just an eyeblink after he'd snapped that photo of her, lit perfectly by clear bright moonlight, it had held him in a crushing grip that felt almost like coiled steel cable
>Then that face...through the camera it had looked pretty in a slightly pointy way, as he'd been wrenched closer over the ground it had split and distorted into an unearthly snarling grin, that reflective black visor giving it the monstrous eyeless cast of something he'd seen in an ancient pre-net horror movie
>Now this thing that looked like a girl seized the collar of his shirt and heaved him up off the ground as easily as he lifted a gallon bottle of oil, he couldn't think of anything else to do but fight for his life
>Even as she said something he ripped a utility knife and punched it towards her throat with every ounce of strength
>"Stop!"
>She batted his arm aside with a smooth, mechanical sweeping motion
>When he tried again she struck his arm aside with such strength that it went numb
>"Wai-"
>He swung his balled fist like a hammer, the knife had gone flipping out of his numb fingers
>Cold, gloved fingers caught his descending wrist in a terrifyingly powerful grip, delicate digits that felt as if they had cores of steel. He was lifted a bit more, shaken violently so that his teeth snapped painfully together, and then shoved back down so that his head thumped against the dirt.
>An explosion of stars filled his vision and when the sparks faded he found himself pinned underneath her
>"Stop it! You're not one of them, who are you?!"
To be continued next week!
>>249572
Yeah if memory serves her blade weapons are labeled in one of those drawings as "mutual annihilation vectors" which, Elfen Lied reference aside also implies that she is in some way antithetical to the Origin Cube in such a way that when they come into contact portions of both are destroyed.
This might be why the only time we see another cube girl seemingly killed is when Kirie slashes her with one of those blades, her body seems to lose it's ability to hold a stable shape and when Kirie slashes through her head she gets a sort of fatal error display in her eyes.
Of course the series went on pause in favor of Murder Drones before we ever got to know if that's permanent damage or if it's just temporarily scrambling the other spliced girl so she can't immediately reconstruct herself.
Since it's "Mutual annihilation" though my suspicion is that the blades are actually permanently fatal and the references to mutual annihilation and a net zero annihilation imply to me that if Kirie comes in direct contact with Ic-0n they would mutually self-destruct.
Either that, or this is at least what Kirie believes, I wouldn't necessarily trust her as a reliable source of information.
>>249801
Would have added a big wrinkle to Max's inevitable abandonment of the mission: he doesn't just want to protect IC-0n because he can change her, he doesn't want Kirie to kill herself.
>>250133
A reanimated corpse with the consciousness of an inanimate cosmic-otherworldly thing, mind you.
Perfect wife material.
>>250596
I was told Black Dogs was the best one to start with as its actually finished
ok just finished Black Dogs. Idk why its called black dogs if there is only one Black dog but ok.
What a mess, the story is all over the place. I got the just but it really didn't need so many confusing rug pulls, at one moment it pulled me completely out of the experience. Honestly the longer it went on the worse it got and then at the end he just kinda drops exposition. Namedrops people who mean nothing to me because I didn't read/listen to the rest of his stuff before this.
All in all Id say its good. I think his writing got a lot better since this, which is nice
>>250628 (me)
so yeah fucking hell, should I listen to some of his other things? Which first?
Got to be honest the favorite part of the 'novel' was just the interaction between John and Haze, mostly during the start and how Awkward he was in almost every interaction. Really reminds me of his other male characters that came up the things after. It's an archetype I guess.
>>250632
I also didn't exactly get how the Black Dog works like can you actually kill it? I remeber something about batteries and killing the dog kills the mice, but it was kinda lost on me. Because like, there is a way to kill it and thats the footage they were trying to get out. How was the dog even made? Was it just a random anomaly Tomas stole when it was a puppy?
>>250634
Liam does love to hit similar story beats with every new story.
Some day he'll release the perfect Liam Vickers story and all autists will rejoice.
>>250632
I highly recommend a cold love story, it's on the SSTWL archive channel, it also has a game made by Liam too
>>252126
Greentext will be delivered this weekend, as per the previous normal.
>>251653
>a cold love story
I will look at the story and then maybe look at the game? If you think I should do that. I have really been craving some more SSTWL stuff. I started from his older stories, like the one shot creepypasts, but the writting is so old and the, now ironic, background music is there It's really just funny to me
>>247817
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 1, 2/?
Andrew
>It took him a few seconds to refocus his vision on the girl, her straddling legs trapped his hips, she trapped his right wrist and her right hand pressed his shoulders down onto the cool forest floor
>The strength in her slender limbs was positively inhuman, his chest could expand not a centimeter more than her splayed palm allowed The fingers wrapping his wrist felt like a steel manacle.
>She was damn heavy too, he tried to lift and roll her with all his strength and wasn't surprised when he could barely budge her, finally he subsided before this frightening apparition decided to do some real violence to him
>"M'name is Andrew, I live down the slope in town!"
>The brightly glowing ring displayed on her hi-tech visor shrank, giving the impression of a cyclopean eye narrowing
>He felt the pressure on his chest and waist relax, she released his wrist which felt slightly bruised
>"You're a civilian? So you're trespassing in this secure facility. I should detain you and report you."
>His pulse picked up, he'd already been ejected once before...nearly a year ago, the stone faced PMC looking fucks hadn't bothered to call the police until after one of them had knocked him nearly unconscious with a stroke of his rifle stock
>Just remembering it made him clench his teeth until they ached, they wouldn't even let him see her after-
>"Yeah...yeah you could do that but then you'd be in trouble too, I bet. If you're some kinda patient or test subject or whatever, which you look like, I bet these guys don't know you're out here in the woods running around alone"
>Her face didn't emote, that glowing ring that seemed to express where her focus was narrowed further and flinched away to one side
>He had her, and she knew it
>"Look, I'm not here to cause trouble for you, I just...something happened up here a while back and I wanted to know why. They wouldn't tell me and I thought maybe if I snuck over the wall I might get some...some closure."
>"That would be a violation of security, I will not disclose any sensitive information to you."
>The air around her buzzed with a low, dangerous note that sounded like a cross between high tension cables and television static, he felt but couldn't see a skin-crawling sensation akin to fine powder brushing over his body
>"Woahoho! Ok, ok! Not uh, not like I could get past you to snoop around anyways! Look, I won't go anywhere past here, but...ah, your name wouldn't count as sensitive information right? Only fair after all, you've got mine"
>He hit her with his best rakish smile, which may have been a few degrees crooked but had won him more than one date, back before life had gone to shit at least
>A bare metal wall would probably have given him more of a response, for a solid five seconds she simply sat statue still
>"Uhhh, hello? Anyone home? Look could we possibly continue this conversation vertical...I know this is kinda' rude to say to a chick but you're uh, crushing m-"
>"I'm Project Passover Subject Zero-One-Four, Magnolia" with that declaration she stood up off of him, raising him in the same unnaturally smooth, unnaturally strong motion to his feet
>He suppressed a smile, she might be no-nonsense but she was...strangely naïve, he would tuck away "Project Passover" for a later deep net search
>"Nice too meet you, 'Maggie, shake?"
>He extended one hand, and the improbably strong, corpse pale girl placed her own black gloved hand into it
>There wasn't a hint of warmth in her palm, though her hands were small and finely formed they were utterly cool, utterly...inhuman
>They shook
>"I'm going to go back home now, I won't tell anyone about you or anything"
>Surprisingly she seemed to take this at face value, and just before he faded back into the shadows of the treeline she called out to him
>"Wait! W-will...will you come back tomorrow night? I...want to know more about the outside!"
>"Ha! Seems a bit unfair, since you can't tell me anything in return"
>She didn't seem to have a response...but maybe with time, something might slip...
>"Joking, yeah I'll come back tomorrow"
>Magnolia watched his heat signature recede into the woods, and then down at her own palm where that same warmth lingered for a few seconds before the night chill and her suit's own cooling system caused it to fade away
>She rubbed her own palm, feeling an odd tingle rise into her cheeks, a memory of warmth she could no longer feel in the lifeless but animate flesh
>>254022
According to my limited understanding of things, they're friends now
Very nice
>>251653
>>253530
I watched it, or well listened to it. Idk why he took it down. Maybe because of the "buenoy" (?) drawings? Its classic Liam writing, it was great! Just what I was craving!
I honestly expected that Sarah was a Skinwalker/Wendigo or something at the start. Then half way trough I though this was just a story about a guy being scared of a girl. The story I listened to before this was the one where 3 kids scare themselves of a leaf pile lmao. Then it turned into a classic (?) Yandare story. I don't consume a lot of Anime so idk how classic it is but this is kinda what I imagine. I honestly never get it why don't the characters just play along. Irl the problem is because the Yandare stalker is neither Hot nor Cute, but here that isn't really an issue.
But yeah I really enjoyed this. I went out for a walk, the weather was just slightly chilly, compared to the usual temperature these days (it was 21 Degrees lmao) I went out and walked a bit trough a catholic graveyard (it's more of a park really). The moon was shining, it was windy and cloudy. All in all really nice and creepy. Really enjoyed my time. Smiled trough half the story like a retard, thankfully didn't encounter anyone would have probably looked weird.
If anyone has some more suggestions on what I should listen to next please tell me. I would never be able to find this without the suggestions.
>>254022
mmm yes sustenance
Romantic dramedy idea a friend and I came up with while discussing Liam's output: Vickers girl is meeting her doofus but extremely loving and supportive fiancé's parents... and is torn between whether she should maintain the pretense she's still human or confess the truth to them, including the part where meeting their son kept her from basically dying of sadness and shame.
>>255433
Wait, is this that Rule 63 Golden Freddy gijinka that became increasingly disconnected from FNaF?
>>255433
Damn cool. I really want know more about her. Are there any literary works about her?
>>255669
>Have we met before?
I'd see her posted every now and then on /5N@F/ way back in the day. People discussed how she became a Golden Freddy gijinka in name only.
>>255968
>>256031
Ohoho, damn, it’s nice to be remembered. Well, long story short — I’m a freelance writer, and for some time now, I’ve been working on 'The Lights of Neone,' my worldbuilding project featuring cyber cabarets, mercenaries, human-animal hybrids, and ancient gods. The city of Neone, located somewhere in the Balkans, is home to numerous factions I call 'Players' — corporations, cults, criminal syndicates, PMCs, and just groups of like-minded individuals. One of these Players is the Iranian cosmetics company Astara Industries.
Astara Industries is known as the global leader in everything even remotely related to the beauty and entertainment industry. Their rapid technological rise is tied to the fact that their leaders once struck a deal with a paranormal entity known as the 'Golden Glow.' The Glow, also called 'Anu,' is an energetic lifeform — a collective consciousness from another dimension. They pursue their own goals, though individual entities within this consciousness often disagree with one another.
At a certain point, Astara creates a prototype called the 'Golden Lady' — an advanced gynoid, a corporate avatar embodying the ideals of beauty and knowledge. Astara’s leaders, already hopelessly decrepit and parasitizing on youth, hoped the Lady would reveal the secrets of immortality to them. Well, she can. But she doesn’t want to. These people disgust her deeply, for they have turned beauty into a commodity. She, however, genuinely loves beauty and believes it should not be sold. Through an intricately calculated plan, the Lady escapes and ends up in Neone. Over time, she takes over her own cabaret, stages magnificent shows, and plots to conquer the world.
>>254808
finished sketch plus bonus sketch
>>254022
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 1, 3/?
Magnolia?
>Another strange dream, this time she was watching her body from a third person perspective before rising into the air and passing out of the room
>Her ghostly form swept down halls and past doors like a wind following an impulse that felt almost like muscle memory. She could sense fresh air close at hand and she recognized the narrow emergency exit that led into the hills behind the facility
>As her mist-body broke out into the bright moonlight the dream-vision began to swim with distortion, the dream began to artifact and break up at the edges
>Cool wind against her cheeks woke Magnolia from sleep, she let her senses unfold and was only slightly surprised to find that she was standing in the clearing from the previous night
>It was beginning to get colder, a high chill wind was beginning to shake loose the first golden brown leaves from the forest canopy
>Magnolia extended her sense cloud as far out as it would go in all directions, soaking in the faint sounds of each tree shifting in the win, the chuckling of the stream, the rustling leaves
>Small animals fled away from her for a hundred meters, she caught glimpses of their body heat flashing away through the underbrush, under roots and into burrows or up the boles of the larger trees
>It reminded her of the scientists, when they thought she couldn't see them...they still acted as if her eyes only pointed in one direction at once, even though they knew better
>She wondered idly if there was a strange smell or something about her swarm...a pattern of electrical fields maybe, the tensor-effect field that propelled the individual nanites? Perhaps the buzz of their movement and interaction that humans couldn't quite hear?
>Carefully she worked through the procedure of removing her right glove, working her hand loose inside the glove before rolling the slick garment down her arm, exposing the pallid cyanotic skin to the open air
>Her extremities still felt strange, even all these months after her recovery. The nerves had been dead before she had been treated, according to the flighty lady doctor who attended her, the one with only one hand
>The sensations in her palm now were both sharper, and yet distant from her, they came through a filter the same way her new sight did
>She held her forearm up to the moonlight, examining the fine tracery of too-dark veins visible clearly in her own wrist and inner elbow
Andrew
>The hike had been somewhat more grueling tonight, fall was coming on quickly and a chill wind was rolling off the mesa
>He'd worn a heavy jacket and taken a small bag of odds and ends, old travel brochures, a map of the local area, most importantly instead of stumbling around in the dark he wore a battered adjustable headset supporting a forest camo eyepiece that looked like a set of VR goggles with six stubby bluegreen tinted lens tubes projecting from it in all directions
>It was a relic, twenty years out of date from the final years of some big European proxy war that ended around the same time Andrew had been born, he'd bought them cheap mostly out of curiosity a few years back when the military dumped a huge amount of its old equipment into the surplus market
>The clearing materialized up ahead, and he saw the girl from before perched on her rock, one bare arm held up to the sky...and something was strange about the image, he gave the headset a solid rap with one hand but it didn't do anything to fix the swirling pattern of interference centered on her...
>As he walked into the clearing he raised the goggles and perceived absolutely nothing, it was just her sitting in the moonlight
>She seemed distracted tonight, fixated on her outstretched fingers, before she'd...somehow caught him and dragged him out into the open without ever even laying an eye on him
>Metal flashed against her skin in the moonlight, something sitting on...no, embedded in her wrist
>"Ahem, Magnolia?"
>She didn't flinch or twitch, simply went totally still, there was a chill wind up his back for a second that made his arms ripple with goosebumps. The wind had come in the opposite direction of the breeze. For a split second he thought he felt a vibration in his ears, then nothing
>"I brought you some things, like you asked. About the town, some old newspapers, a map"
>He dug in the bag and extended an old brochure he'd found digging in some leftover papers before hiking up here, the girl reached out to take it and for a brief moment their fingertips touched
>Cold and dry, almost waxen smooth, he imagined it must be what the skin of a corpse must feel like
>He repressed a shiver
>>257277
The guy needs to start getting used to corpses, because I suspect there will be a lot of them soon.
>>257373
He'll be getting used to Magnolia's skin and other eccentricities all in good time.
What do we think happened to Dr. Bonin? Think he died in the Origin Cube's first escape attempt, or do (You) think he died in the second one that Kirie ultimately escaped in the confusion of and in the intervening years he participated in Refinoc's experiments on his daughter?
>>257681
I'm going to guess that it's the latter, because despite being run down and uncleaned her (presumably) family home still has running water and electricity. If it had been abandoned except for her since she was a child, it would probably be completely falling apart from disrepair with no working utilities at all.
This makes me suspect she's returned home relatively recently, and there's possibly some contingency in place like an automatically paying account to keep things like property taxes, utilities, etc getting paid off even without the owner's presence.
Still, it can't be too recent because she has to have had enough time to build rapport with Max, bring him up to speed on the Cube lore, and convince him to work with her to destroy Refinoc's research. Say more than a single month, less than a single year maybe?
>>258544
Oh, they're perfectly safe just so long as the host is conscious and synchronized with them, nothing dangerous could possibly happen by accident!
I don't care if the current ending was made as a funpost for 'funni unexpected maximum weeb out of nowhere' and gets retconned out of existence if need be, I just want the IC plot continuation.
>>258904
I'm more interested in the other cubes (and one of the other cubes' still-human brother who's just as much of a fucking chuuni dork as her) tbh.
>>258615
>build rapport with Max
I might be remembering things wrong, but weren't they childhood friends? Like, before Kirie vanished after that Take Your Daughter to Work Day?
>>259203
Yeah but they're noticeably much older now, I have to imagine it wasn't instant reconnection.
>>259016
But let's be honest, Andy will be in a bad way if he ends up in the bottom position.
>>257277
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 1, 4/?
Eveline Song, Nanoswarm Specialist
>"As you can see, her movements outside have become quite regular now, and she takes a straight path out of the facility while before her little "sleepwalks" were very erratic and showed patterns consistent with our swarm algorithm's random seeking function. The swarm activation is also at a lower level now, look here, night one of the sleepwalking. Nearly seventy hertz, regular 2 millisecond pulses, nerve-net type activity across the entire swarm network. She's...learning, exploring her environment."
>She fiddled nervously as the board discussed among themselves on mute, she scratched at the stump of her right hand, reminding herself for the tenth time today that it wasn't there anymore
>"What about now?" From Doctor Hawthorne
>"Ah, here, as you can all see the intensity has dropped off sharply, same 2 millisecond pulse but it's almost all down in the 4 hertz range, akin to sleep in humans, in our system it indicates a minimal demand for processing. The few spikes you see up into the 20 hertz range are probably just new sensory calls, the network seeing or hearing something it hasn't before and processing it."
>"What about those bigger longer spikes starting a week ago, what are those?"
>She twitched, silently cursing whichever member had been observant enough to actually read the scrolling logs instead of accepting her presentation at face value.
>"W-we...don't know yet, there isn't enough coherence in the swarm yet for a stable audio-visual uplink, we should be able to make calls on her network in the next couple weeks as it learns how to interpret more complex signals."
Andrew
>His weekends had become nocturnal over the past month, every night he visited Magnolia he brought new books
>She read slowly at first, the first weekend reminded him of tutoring his kid sister when she first started reading. Her memory seemed to be strangely divided, she could speak fluently but had no recollection of learning how, he had to prompt her to sound out each word
>It only took one time though, and halfway through the second night she began picking things up on her own, and as she did that uptight almost military attitude began to fray
>On the third night he brought her "To Build a Fire" and that apparently unlocked a childhood memory in doing so
>She had wandered off of discussing the story and into what was evidently her own experiences, and had leant back into his chest as she described throwing herself into a snowdrift just to see how it would feel
>At first he wanted to recoil, half expecting a whiff of decay or that sharp stink of disinfectant and piss that he remembered from a hospital ward more than a year in the past
>Magnolia was cool, the high-tech almost frictionless exterior of her body glove made a quiet slithery sound against his jacket, he shivered in the chill night air, she didn't give off a hint of body heat to ward off the cold and seemed perfectly at ease
>She was heavy, he'd experienced it that first night they met and he took note of it again now, despite her soft and athletically curvy body as she settled against him he could swear that her bones were replaced with iron, whatever the scientists at Calibern had done to her she must weigh twice what her modest height implied she should
>Her strawberry blonde curls tickled his neck and the underside of his jaw, her corpselike pallor made him think it would be dry and brittle but it felt just like normal hair should
>She did in fact have a smell, some harsh generic smelling soap and beneath it something more strange, flint and blood, acetone and metal shavings
>The weekend after that he made another discovery, this time something less familiar and more substantive
>They had been hiking further up the slope, Andrew learning by observing what the limits of Calibern's surveillance were by where Magnolia would change their course as her expanded senses felt out a camera or motion sensor
>Partway back to their usual meeting spot she had stopped abruptly, the device protruding from her left side that looked like an oversized all-metal insulin pump flashing a red indicator
>She withdrew what appeared to be a full blood bag from the insulated bag hanging off her hip and hung it from a belt hook obviously made for that purpose, plugging it's clear plastic hose into the device protruding from just bellow her ribs
>A chill ran up his spine as the implanted pump made an audible gurgling suction noise as bright scarlet plasma raced up the tube and disappeared into it
>He could clearly make out the NanoHazard trifoil marked on the blood bag
>"Medication for your condition?"
>"Hm? More like...filling up the tank" she said, wiping at a thin scarlet stream that had begun running from her nose.
Second part coming tonight.
>>260414
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 1, 5/?
Magnolia Hayes
>The world had changed radically for Magnolia, she felt like she had been an empty vessel before Andrew and his books and maps, even the weekly excursions to what she strongly suspected was the state called "Nevada" weren't as exciting
>The scientists had become boring, what they expected of her was predictable, they wanted to know how fast she could run or how far she could jump, they wanted to know what the limits of her abilities were
>Quickly she was discovering that whenever she found them they faded
>First they had had her lift five times her own body weight, the first time her forearms had filled with microfractures under 500kg of pressure, the reinforced bar had bowed like plastic. Later in the same training session she became bored of the repetitive prods and questions and with an explosive shove had sent the bar and it's ten fifty kilo plates flying to crash into a concrete wall, mangling it irreparably.
>Afterwards blood had begun pooling under the skin of her chest and forearms from exploded muscle fibers, and pouring from her nose and elsewhere as her strange body discarded the nanite depleted synthetic plasma
>She had shaken with fever and involuntary palsy, hands numb and useless until they'd flushed fresh nanite infused blood into her system
>The week after that they experimented with cutting, this was much easier, the molecule thin blades came instinctively to her and could cut through any material softer than pure quartz crystal like butter
>She realized quickly that they were shaping her into a tool for violence
>Time spent with Andrew expanded her focus outside of herself and the sterile little world of top secret military bases and buried bunker hospitals
>She learned about towns and cities, huge numbers of people who worked together of their own free will, they could come and go from places as they pleased without someone else's permission, that outside of this little enclosure there was a nearly infinite spectrum of people and places and things to learn about
>Memories danced at the edges of her awareness, she remembered a city, she remembered a flash of a woman's face caught in a mirror, a tired looking man in a blue uniform kissed the top of her head, he was a giant to her. He walked out of the door and she never saw him again.
>It made her chest ache in a complex way that she could not describe, and streams of blood had run from her eyes and leaked out from under the visor
>Andrew had wiped them away with a rag, and she had wanted him to leave his hand on her cheek even though her nanites chafed at the excessive heat
Doctor Hawthorne, Integration Director, Project Passover
>The two-tone bell of the facility intercom woke Hawthorne from a light sleep. He was fully awake in only a few seconds, and hit the respond button on his bedside table
>"What is it?"
>He heard the stammering voice of that skittish technician, and before she could finish his name he cut across her
>"This had better be an update about pulling Subject 14's data streams, the board is getting impatient-"
>"It is sir, actually it's more, we...ah...we may have a security situation on our hands..."
>"Fu-...ok. Send the feed to my private screen."
>The feed drawn directly from Subject 14 came through in poor quality...obviously the connection was still poor, but he could clearly make out a male looking figure, apparently leading Subject 14 through the woods, a pair of older military optics perched on his head
>"Get security out there, full retrieval kit."
>"What about the intruder?"
>"No arrests, no police this time, on my authority I'm invoking General Order 6, tell security to liquidate him and incinerate the body. No leaks, not at this late stage."
Stay tuned for the climax of Part 1 next weekend.
How do I create a vicker girl because I've been thinking of making a oc with vicker girl traits
>>261015
>monstergirl, sometimes a formerly human one
>fangly
>probably drools while being especially fangly
>terrible posture, especially when pigeon toed with her knees buckled inwards
>arms are either velociraptoring or just hanging there when she has terrible posture
>something's funky with her eyes
>an autismo, a megalomaniacal autismo, or a kuudere
>cannibalistic
>aggressive
>destructive
>extremely hard to kill
>all but guaranteed to be down bad for Liam's doofus self-insert du jour
>>261037
Done
>>261650
you've gotten good at drawing them sexo whammen
your next reply will be you underselling your skills
>>261174
To add onto what that other Anon said, in terms of deeper character stuff if she's a co-protagonist or protagonist there's usually going to be some inner conflict in her between whatever monstrous nature her abilities spring from and trying to be normal. What usually draws the line between protagonist and antagonist vickers girls is whether they hang on to some humanity or discard it completely. In a lot of cases the inciting incident that changes the character from a normal human into something new is actually fatal and aside from any side-effects that might have they may also have to grapple with that revelation at some point.
>>260503
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 1, 6/?
Andrew
>He wasn't particularly surprised when Magnolia began to follow him on the way back to his entry point, early on he had been fearful and suspicious of her. She had given the impression of being "in on" whatever was going on here.
>The more evenings he'd spent with her the more obvious it became that she was as much a victim of these sick fucks as his own....as she must have been
>He wondered if she was somewhere in the main complex, cold and not-quite dead, buried under hundreds of feet of reinforced concrete and metal in the bowels of the mesa...
>Better not to think about it, better to focus on what he could effect up here
>Cool slick plastic brushed against his hand, bringing his attention back to the moment
>Glancing down he realized Magnolia was twining her fingers with his as they walked down the slope towards the barrier wall, the sensation of her cool gloved hand no longer elicited the skin-crawling "wrongness" that it had at first, now it was merely odd. His natural aversion to the strangeness of her had been worn away by the hours spent reading and talking with her and the growing number of hints that she was less of a participant and more of a human lab animal
>If only he could find some way to get her out of here and bring her to the authorities, surely what was going on in this place was deeply illegal
>They reached the foot of the wall
>Magnolia choked up short, nearly pulling him off his feet with the abruptness of her stop
>"Andrew I...can't get any closer. When they let me out normally this is as close to the wall as they'll let me get"
>"Well, the wouldn't allow you outside alone at night either to spend your evenings with strangers. Why not...come with me? Get out of this place?"
>"I can't"
>"I mean what they're doing to you-"
>"I can't, there's an alarm. The only part of the security wall that doesn't work here is the cameras, but if I get any closer to the wall than this there'll be an alarm. I can't leave Andrew."
>Shit
>"Ok, ok look, we'll figure out some way, eventually. I think getting you away from these people is important, I think what they're doing here is very, very wrong and extremely illegal."
>They had drifted together without either one of them fully realizing
>"Thank you"
>Her cool, coppery breath tickled his chin
>He had to fumble clumsily with the night vision goggles to get them up and out of the way, the only remaining lighting weak dapples of moonlight and the red-orange glow from the protective visor she never lifted from her own eyes
>It happened too quickly for his mind to fully process in the moment
>A branch snapped somewhere behind Magnolia and she spun towards it with enough force to send him stumbling five or six paces back from her
>There was an audible whine of powerful LEDs and a dozen blindingly bright bars of light speared them, dazzling his eyes after so long acclimated to the dull false-image of his goggles or the dim moonlight
>They were not the beefed-up looking security guys who had ejected Andrew last year, these men were all clad in top of the line military kit...no, better than that, they wore form fitting articulated armor, matte black and nearly impossible to see clearly
>They carried oversized rifles stabilized by a load bearing armature that fed back into whisper-quiet powered exoskeletons
>All-Conditions adaptive optics hoods completely covered each man's face, making them all look like spiders
>"Fourteen, stand down! Move away from the civilian! Return inside!"
>"Don't"
>"Stand! Down!"
>"I won't let you!"
>The leader snapped his heavy weapon up, it's proportionally tiny barrel seeming to yawn open to take up too much of his field of view
>A 6 millimeter capacitor-quench rifle
>As soon as the soldier pulled his trigger a rocket-boosted, electrically accelerated dart would leave that barrel at mach-10, and it wouldn't appreciably slow down as it passed through him, the solid plasti-concrete wall behind him, and probably wouldn't lose enough velocity to fall out of the air until it was out over the reservoir
>"NO!"
>A shadow moved to block the barrel from his sight
>His eyes registered the retina-scorching muzzle flash a fraction of a fraction of a second before the miniature thunderclap of sound
>Pain lanced his cheek and the tip of his right ear went numb as dart slid like a superheated razor just through the surface of his skin, through his upper earlobe, and then out through the plasticrete wall and into the night, it's trajectory altered just enough...by what it had passed through before Andrew
>Magnolia stood silhouetted by the harsh shoulder-lamps, still as a statue
>She had raised one hand up in a warding gesture, palm out. The first two fingers of the warding hand were simply gone, not mangled, not broken, the flesh and bone and tough ballistic copolymer of her suit had simply evaporated as the hypersonic dart moved them aside
>It had pierced the super-durable visor just above her right eye, and its malevolent passage had cleanly sheared away the upper right half of her skull
>Numbly, Andrew wiped at the damp heat that coated the right side of his face
>His fingers came away...black, black gore had splashed him from the shoulder up
>He was about to scream, about to vomit, adrenaline was exploding into his veins when the black stain on his finger began to tingle, and he felt all of the viscous liquid coating him begin to buzz with a sub-audible tooth-aching hum
>As he watched the black liquid covering his fingertips coagulated like ferrofluid drawn to a magnet, consolidating itself into a a bead which then levitated from his fingertip into the night air
>He didn't know which soldier said it, but someone croaked "Oh fuck"
>Maybe it had been him, later on he wouldn't remember
Sorry for the incomplete part, I wanted to work all the way through the upcoming scene but I was struck down by a flu this weekend and lost a LOT of time, then just as I got started writing I had an internet outage that had to be resolved provider-side so all I could do was sit around and wait. Hope you all still enjoy what I was able to get down!
>>263687
Awesome part as always, anon.
No problem, thanks for keeping writing, now it's X moment and we'll see what Magnolia is worth. Great material to study, by the way.
>>261650
My friend requested her again
>>264610
She is not supposed to be a comforting figure