"We've Got Another One!"
"We've got another one!"
Another day, another breach. These monsters keep on coming, no matter how hard we try to push back.
"We can't hold them back for much longer! Letis 1 is down, and letis 2 is dead, we need backup!"
Letis, a group of the best ranking overseers in the [REDACTED]. And already their best 2 are out for the count.
Being a [REDACTED] overseer is challenging. You can get stabbed in the back, swallowed alive, brutalized, mauled, crushed, snapped, grinded, rent apart, all by creatures from the darkest depths of your imagination.
"Griat 7 is down! I repeat: all of Griat 7 is down!"
Griat 7: a team that specializes in monster suppression and capture. But as for something of this scale, I can understand why they were taken down so fast.
"Listen, we need reinforcements now! We can't fend off all of these abominations off for much longer!"
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finally finished writing basic story/backstory of ara (from one of the SS clubs) sans a few details and stuff.
Do y'all ever just stop thinking and let your brain take control of your thoughts?
I was walking around one day, and my phone died, so no music. So I was walking back home, and all I could do was listen as my brain just went everywhere all the time. "Jeez, I'm really in the mood for pizza hut. Yo, chipotle sounds pretty good right now. Man, that one thing I did back in 4th grade was pretty edgy, right? Oh yeah, I forgot I had 3 cats at home, despite how much of my life they take up. Yo, I just had a great idea for the next verse of my song I'm writing- wait, I can't write it down, my phone is dead. Damn, my feet hurt so much. I should probably walk around more often to stretch those muscles again. I need a massage. I wonder how many pancakes it would take to crush Ohio. What would happen if I- oh, I'm home? Welp, time to charge my phone and drink half a gallon of chocolate milk in 30 seconds."
finally got around to drawing one of my characters.
"cracks started to form along my body. my face.
they creeped out from my being and ripped apart my captors, my cell, and their hideout. it all crumbled beneath my feet.
and I laughed.
I laughed a sorrowful laugh, mourning the death of the person I once was.
they had won.
I had been reborn anew.
I was their secret weapon."
-Jay's story.
check out my art blog @background-process for more stuff I draw in the future.
"how many drops are here in this pool surrounding me?"
"...too many to count."
"that's alright. it still tastes all the same to me."
"may i drink?"
"only if you're willing to drown with me in my hate."
"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."
"then come, drink. for the bottom of this pool has no bottom, and my hate may run forever."
"then why, pray tell, would you cease your life to stop such a beautiful drink?"
"stay and drink my endless hate... i'll tell you while you sate your thirst."
"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."
Y'all ever just have those kinds days where you look back on it and be like "yup, that was a day. That day some things that happened, and those things that happened were on that day. Like, can you believe that? And that day was one of the days that happened to be just that: a day. It was truly a day indeed."
[ sylo ] finally, they let me use the blog. i don't get it... why make an account using my name, but not let me on for so long? eh, i'm sure they have their reasons. but for now...
let the story begin.
I gotta be honest with y'all; I'm a fuckin' dumbass.
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