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>Snoot Game:
https://snootgame.xyz/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU0agHKd3oU [Embed]
>I Wani Hug That Gator:
https://hugthegator.xyz
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLktsDflPWU
>Exit 665
https://exit665.xyz/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9nXyUye3pg
>Ashfall
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csQ5xLtdx9M
https://cavemanon.itch.io/volcaldera-ashfall-story-teaser
>Socials
https://www.youtube.com/@cavemanonstudios/videos
https://x.com/cavemanon
cavemanon.xyz
>Greentext Mega:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1z_t78oJm_ZDHbFgKp6ugXl6qa8gH93 B9
>Archive and Anon's Snoot Archive 2.5
https://mega.nz/folder/g5NSWQpY#i76jOZwZtuxnKCSvkDzfIQ
>Snoot Mods
https://mods.snootbooru.com
https://rentry.org/snootmods
>Magma:
https://magma.com/d/sm7ChkOJuN
>Booru
https://snootbooru.com/
https://booru.cavemanon.xyz/
>Prev. Thread
https://arch.b4k.dev/vg/thread/568144315
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>>568815353
Sorry boss
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>>568815353
>Your Snoot-Bux account has been penalized
>Nick-coin value has dropped
>Jubloons have been seized by pirates
This just means I'm not allowed to sleep ever again
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>>568815819
it's okay, I forgive you
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>>568816824
Thank you
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>>568821747
These two are slept on freaks fr
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I wrote it all on 'rash. Basically
>MC gets very popular
>PN gets released as a flash game
>PN2 is greenlit, earns a lot, promises big
>We wait like 7 years for it because the squad behind it are greedy as fuck to hire additional coders. (I'm sure fans would do it for free lol)
>Game comes up and they integrate it poorly with the main series despite PN claiming to be alternative universe
>It's unfinished and devs promise to keep working on it
>Every 4 months they release a plushie which fans of course hog up with only minimal bug fixes
>Only thing we actually got was workshop support
Krinkels raped the timeline of his own work and releases glup shito plushies constantly. No updates because they claim to have only one coder.
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>>568824841
Here!
Take this Rabder!
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>>568824841
I just realized that rabder's belly tattoo is someone about to received peen in the butt
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>>568825662
WILL this be a future plot point
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>>568825893
yes
she's bitey, probably
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>>568824841
Take a rabder
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>>568826183
>She's bitey
Concerning
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>>568824841
I think Ashley's still first place. Despite her IRL analogs being totally repulsive to me.
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>>568824841
>MOGGED
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OK, I have the other three, but I still need some artwork that would fit E2 Nick per the endings that we've written up back in the threads.
So essentially an E2 Fang that's a has-been rather than a never-been.
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>>568827876
Could just be a happy facade covering they pain underneath. The "Don't worry I'm Fine"
James was just privy to a look behind the mask so to speak
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>>568827756
Although this might be too miserable but not sure.
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>>568828256
>She LITERALLY says she wants to die
What's driving her to that point, I wonder. The erotic dancing?
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>>568824841
napping with rabders...
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>>568830905
>Probably whored herself out and thinks she's in way too deep for herself to ever be happy again.
I don't think she's quite there yet. That's definitely what happens in E2 (prostitution, onlyfans, porn, etc)
I think she's staring down the abyss in the trailer and it scares her enough to want to die. She doesn't actually want to die, but feels like it.
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>>568831667
comfy
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>>568831761
>I don't think she's quite there yet.
I may be purely derogatory and not a descriptor, but one of the party-goers calls her a slut.
>>568830114
No, it's fairly close to home, thank you. If I were to add anything it would be a second panel where Anon passes by ignoring her while she's staring at him with desperate hope.
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>>568831761
I hope this is the case, but I expect the worst just to not be surprised.
Not like I couldn't let it go in any case. I was a man whore for a while too.
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>>568832097
I like big izzers
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no
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>>568832342
It’s sadly ancient anon.
>>568832532
Based.
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>>568832257
>I was a man whore for a while too.
Sorry to hear that. Hopin' you didn't leave any kids around.
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>>568832097
>The creature
Prepare for a great boss fight
https://youtu.be/o3xmidd5CeI?si=qh4wQdFEVdCkBJ1h
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>>568837501
But sure >>568837114 I can think on those. By the way, Wani's ending titles were absolute rubbish, you can tell just by that they were stitched together at the last minute.
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>>568832149
>one of the party-goers calls her a slut.
I mean that's what they call any girl shaking her ass on stage. It's meant to be a compliment / confidence booster for actual hoes.
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>>568826262
pretty rabder
>>568826796
unfortunately you can't put two bitey rabders in the same corner, because, as you might expect, they'll bite each other
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>>568840257
How so? It's the consequence of her life choices.
>>E2 - The relationship falls apart because Anon has enough assertiveness to cut himself off from a clearly unhealthy relationship. She crashes and burns her career, becomes E2 Fang only from the opposite end. Make it as clear a reflection as possible, including Anon stumbling upon her, completely burnt out, playing in some shithole to a crowd of no one. Make it even more bitter in that she recognizes him, and you see a glimmer of hope in her eyes, only he turns around and leaves. The End.
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>>568837761
Why?
>Killer ending where Inco kills Olivia
>Simp ending where he is a simp
>Recovery ending where Olivia is recovering
>Golden ending where everything is golden
>Rapist ending where Olivia rapes Inco, every day for the rest of the semester before gwtting caught and killing herself after a failed attempt at Inco's life, who later recovers from trauma and moves on with Grace, has 6 children with her and live a happy life.
Simple as
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>>568843631
Mia would not be in the band, and could very well supplant Naomi as the one who gets a .375 lobotomy in E1. Likely have the entire cast against her by the end. She'd probably live in fear of Spears, and habitually bully Stella and Anon
Trish would be much better for Ben and likely actually be very protective of him. Maybe even (perhaps even rightly) blaming Olivia for being unfair to him when he was just trying to help her. Olivia and her would likely never get along until the end of E4. Trish's shitty artistic ability would only exacerbate the contention.
Liz would likely have a low opinion of her, but not be as antagonistic as Olivia, and Damien would just be his usual meat head self and try to have everyone be friends.
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>>568844654(me)
Expanding on the Liz and Trish interaction a bit, they are both business orientated, so that could be how they actually get along. At least at first, but like so many business partnerships, they may have different ideas of where to take the venture and split ways at some point. More amicably the better the route, to a working partnership in E4
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>>568841160
It’s because I like the little bary even if she’s a total bitch.
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>>568846898
cute bonk
What raptor is she again?
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>>568843031
Compare that to the creative titles of the endings for Snoot Game.
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>>568844654
1. Mia immediately becomes queen bee of the school, still gets together with Naser, forces him to stop babysitting Fang.
2. Trish gets expelled after triggering out and assaulting a student. If somehow this doesn't happen, she's the actual outcast, latches onto Inco, and immediately gets him into bed to seal the deal.
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>>568847667
So she's a Clever Girl raptor is what you mean
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>>568850174
Unf she's not a raptor but she might convince me otherwise
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>>568854026
Lemme get that for you.
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>>568857673
Can't go wrong wtth a Jenine. All is forgiven anon.
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>>568870624
Raptors and socks must not get along too well, because of the claws and talons.
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>>568872508
But the Rabder has no talons nor sharp toenails like her fellow saurians and she's wearing stockings in the trailer.
How could this be?
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>>568876929
Maybe she just kicks in her sleep
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>>568877021
Sounds painful
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>>568877729
I'm sure James will get used to it
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>>568878103
Our guy can't catch a break with these girls
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>>568881378
goofy goober
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>>568887183
goodnight gator
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>>568892309
Good night
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>>568881378
Needs her snoot rubbed and honked.
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>>568898402
>gets booped back
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>>568903943
Can't eep?
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>>568904191
I can't either. Had a really weird dream as James with Polly making out with me, then killing herself.
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>>568904598
I can't believe I killed my wife
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>>568904472
How'd she kill herself? What a wild dream (n8ghtmare?)
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>>568916592
Nicotine and a white monster
I'm VannyMaxxing
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>>568916592
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48w1Gtn7n6g
Store bought breakfast blend mostly
Recently got a bean grinder though, so looking to branch out a bit
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>>568916592
I usually buy medium or dark roast whole beans from my local grocery store and brew them in a French press
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Finally some kind of awake
>>568925760
I've certainly had worse
There was this one line of Dunkin' Doughnuts k cups that I got once that were just terrible.
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>>568917961
Cute, splendid
>>568918779
Liver failure maxxing I see
>>568920191
Pleb but improving. Thanks for the tunes.
>>568921630
Good stuff. French Pressed Dark is quite great.
>>568925760
Pleb. McDonald's coffee is somehow better than Starbucks however.
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>>568926017
I've had those Dunkin' k-cups. The McDonald's ones are definitely better.
>>568931827
Imo, McDonald's has the best "fast" coffee.
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>>568936621
Ain't that the truth.
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>>568938587
snoots and hot beverages are somehow very aesthetic together
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>>568939038
Hot beverages are their favorite because it warms them up.
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>>568940147
Makes sense.
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>>568951026
Ashleycoin is still as stable and profitable as ever. I'm willing to bet Cathy stocks are a worthwhile investment too.
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>>568951026
We'll always have fanfiction...
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>>568957306
That's....good?
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>>568892329
Uh, I think i got the wrong ending
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>>568966154
momnke cute
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>>568966481
Yes
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>>568970680
Nihao Eat Cats
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>>568971598
Mandaromi.
>>568971860
The void is content of it's pampering.
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Nova probably shares fish treats with the inky creature
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>>568972180
>Mandaromi.
SAAR DO NOT REDEEM IT I AM WITH R&AW I WILL DO THE FUCKING ON YOU BIG GUY DO NOT BLOW COVER
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>>568981861
Think of the most nauseating, gut-wrenching scenarios involving the porn industry and imagine it's all happening to Ashley in E1 or E2.
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>>568982274
That rabbit hole gets dark anon.
Really really dark
And I'd rather not think about that sort of thing right now. I'm fairly sure even Cavemanon isn't willing to get into that. Even for an E1, they'll be merciful enough to let her die
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>>568982907
Given that reaction, it's all the more likely to happen now.
It makes E3/E4 all the more sweeter if you think about it.
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meant for >>568982274
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>>568984150
Eh that's so over-the-top it's almost comical (though I'm going off the premise on Google. Maybe the movie pulls it off.)
I'm talking about those scenes were a girl candidly sobs on camera while taking it. Being forced into deprived situations like facial abuse, toilet licking, getting forcefully impregnated, getting HIV from an actor who knew he / she had it, etc. Stuff that actually happens and makes you re-think cranking it for a week.
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>>568985082
I feel like that would be too mean, I really don't think that they would write something like that. Honestly for an Ashley bad end I'm expecting her to kill herself, and that's already too sad for me
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>>568986119
>I feel like that would be too mean
Perhaps, but we'll need something that gives us a very sour feeling. Snoot did it with the E1 argument between Anon & Fang followed by murder-suicide and Inco taking and forcing Olivia into a lewd prom dress, embarrassing her on stage, and then throwing her into a coma. I think what I mentioned earlier would fit that same sort of guilt / dread feeling.
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>>568993346
>Would
throw in the trash yes
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>>568993346
Cute and possibly evil
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>>568995051
cute mama monke
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>>568998776
20 tops
Might get more during Ashfall and Exit's releases
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>>569001210
I cain't bayleef there was an exact image for such a post
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>>569001448
Time is a flat circle
>Same as it ever was
>Same as it ever was
>Same as it...ever was..
>Look at my hand was..
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>>569003074
The monke life
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>>568814169 Its da Dino month, and we celebrating Snoots
https://magma.com/d/rvru0ZmUOa
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Cute butt
Would lovingly smack it as I walk out the house and go to work
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>>569037717
Sour. My Xitter account got suspended for a bogus reason. Had it for eight years and all I did was just retweet.
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>>569037717
Sleepy and out of K-cups for coffee
Oh and it's Leg Day today
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>>569038249
Sucks to hear Anon
But, you can't rely on technology to be fun, intuitive, or useful anymore.
>>569038479
in order to do all 3 you can walk/jog to the shop to buy k-cups and then take a nap when you get back
may
assuming the shop isn't in another town or something
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thank you Judee
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>>569048114
Apple Pie!
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She'll use any excuse to make puppets
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>>569064221
Can't stop won't stop
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>>569100361
MONKE!!!!!!!
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>>569104047
they cute
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return to monke
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>>569113586
Daaaaamn she ate a ton of that ice cream
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>>569113901
Need Buffy to do semi realistic barys too.
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>>569115609
Literally what?
You are genuinely deranged man
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Roll what devil fruit power you get to aid Fang in her pirate adventures. Now!
>https://devilfruit.io/random/
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>>569118045
>Kumo Kumo no Mi
>Allows the user to transform into a spider hybrid and full spider at will
aw man, this one's kinda lame. I'm definitely a henchman or funny one off background character. (or both)
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Spiders can be quite powerful if you put your mind to it
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>Saber Tooth Tiger fruit
What if I'm already a Saber-tooth saurian? What then?
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so i just become larger because im not an animal or an object
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>>569114750
I'm most likely going to work on a definitive Giganatosaurus Stacy design next
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>>569142226
Cool, your design takes are fun.
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>>569142226
That look reminds me of that 70s movie, Rollerball for some reason and it fits perfectly for Stacy
>Big tall beautiful popular girl is actually into very rough and physical activities
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That's the core idea behind her redesign. Big woman who can rip you in half but is actually really nice and likes to rough house
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I can dig it. The type of girl that likes listening to popular stuff like Katie Parry, but also will jam out to Punk like, Life Sex and Death. That would be a funny interaction between Fang and Stacy. The one person she wouldn't expect to be at one of her concerts, is the one who's front and center moshing the hardest
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Nice
What do you know about her so far
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well, she looks like this at this moment
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Good morning, finally home. You?
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Doing a swimsuit doodle before getting to work on oc stuff
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Summer is here brother
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>>569162927
Especially if they've had a rough day
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>>569164129
so tru, so tru
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>>569163713
SHE had a rough day? Anon looks like he fell down a flight of stairs, poor guy.
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>>569193721
I like Tops News. It's a bit catchier, and the logo is easier for me to visualize
A I don't know if I've heard of a chaeopts before.
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>Local 251
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Ah okay.
>>569195967
Might be a bit eclectic for a quick joke or reference, but will keep it in mind.
Actually, I can already think of a show I can put on a local tv station that could work
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Bedrock FM in the morning.
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I'll take it, considering what the alternative always seems to be
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>>569214689
>The return of Spookee
Nice stuff
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With what? She just wants to watch muppets with you
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>>569218548
lol that game
the joke wore out pretty quick, unfortunately
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DDinosaur with Double Ds
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>>569218784
is this game made for us?
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its probalby front-loaded with alot of jokes. but im having fun with it so far
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>the joke is fat tits and sex!
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>>569126003
But you're a *mythical* fat bastard anon
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>>569217427
I don't see it
...though on that note which snoot would be Shanks?
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>Iadakan
Now that would be cool. He's even an authority figure to boot.
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>>569235441
A good night to you friendo
Be sure to lock up your nuggets or Amber will eat 'em all
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If, like myself, (you) happen to be struggling with the mid-week Fang drought, then consider this post your oasis. She's here, she's been here, and she'll continue to be here. Give that pigeon a hug.
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/snoot/ is in such a terrible state (the entire snoot community is, in general)
i'm so glad this place exists even if it's dead, it's the only place with actually good snoot discussion without any additional faggotry
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Because jannies have to take care of here a bit
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>>569252515
>Saurian women not only exist, but are genetically compatible with human men
>This gives human men another potential chance of mating and passing on their genes
>Human women go ballistic that someone else is "stealing" their societal providers
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>>569258332
Woke up twice in a row so super groggy. Gonna go back to sleep in a minute. Post some Olivias in the meantime so I have something nice to look at later.
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>>569262237
I can do that
Sleep well
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I think it's partly that they don't need to make it because Steam has unlocked infinite money for them, and also that they don't know how to end it
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Woke up, fiance sick as a dog. Going to gas station for an energy drink and then Walgreens to buy her medicine.
She wants me to keep playing Wani with her in bed so I'm thankful I have a laptop. We're just at the arcade part
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>>569272240
Sorry to hear your lady is sick Anon, and hope she feels better
It's nice that you can play wani with her and cuddle though
Good luck with the endings Anon, and congrats on the fiance
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Yeah I love her. She's my sad little failure alt girl. Thank God I have a good job and generational wealth so she can be a mom and not worry about anything else.
They're loud as fuck and rank btw. She also doesn't like Liz. To be fair neither do I.
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>She also doesn't like Liz. To be fair neither do I.
Prepare to be homewrecked as I rape you for this.
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studying the bugs and stuff
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Nah brah
sorry
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>>569301063
>"Now now, Olivia...Let her cook"
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>Grooming a young girl with daddy and mommy issues
>Only receptive to you, literally the perfect victim
>Kissless hugless virgin. That hole must be so tight
>Random human boy arrives and steals her
>Die
It's hard being Iadakan
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No lies detected
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>>569323452
Yes.
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>>569326176
I wani hug that gator
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nice critter
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Goofiest critter know to Man
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>>569333886
Ask and ye shall recieve
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>>569311078
You are granted ONE Nickel for properly appreciating her shaveness.
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>>569350547
Good night!
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Same for me
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>kind of a shitty person
>doesn't grow as a person at all in any of the routes
>superficially attracted to local jock
>only gets called out for it in e1
>indirectly refers to damien as a manchild who treats school as a daycare
>can't comprehend the idea that damien prioritizes family first and won't just date someone else
id say damien deserves better but he probably needs someone like liz to manage his life for him
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>>569373068
But enough about FN@F
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>>569377649
Why not continue that with Polly?
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>>569311864
https://youtu.be/J13DOfT54Z4?si=TGK4AyUhuXl3mLb0
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>>569380291
Mainly seeing if it's going to rain or not. They ordered only so much tonnage of asphalt to pour and don't want to risk mixing more only for it to get rained on in the middle of laying it down
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>>569383867
Good morning, how are you?
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fine, im just lazing around most of the time at home, not sure what to do at the moment, i barely get out of home at this moment, not even in the mood for some summer stuff.
i might take a break from drawing stuff, since i kinda lost motivation
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>>569394608
Sorry to hear about the loss of your mojo, but it happens. Hope you can find it again
Also hope you can get out and enjoy some summer fun
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>>569411950
Jesus, has it really been that long?
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>>569412281
So it seems
What a ride
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>>569411950
Yeah, right before Fang Friday too
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>>569411950
That is it!
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>>569415925
Hmm...Hopefully we can get a fresh thread in time for Fang Friday tomorrow, but we're running low on image limit...but I want to post Fangs...
Such a dilemma
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>>569422681
Wouldn't want to be charged with Reckless Fang-dangerment
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>>569423218
Well compromise, and post less images that have more Fangs in them
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/84336666/chapters/222443211
CH 3 of In Amber Darkly is out.
A para makes an entrance and a triggers does as triggers do.
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>>569447872
Very fond of the pigeon, myself. An aspirational character. Imagine, if you will, entering adulthood as a deeply fucked-in-the-head sort of person and then the fantasy of managing to recover from it and be happy afterwards. If only.
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>>569453269
https://booru.cavemanon.xyz/index.php?q=post/view/755#search=Doomer_Fa ng
https://snootbooru.com/post/3187
Made by D.
Same guy who made pic related
Also came up with Tusk it seems or at least a famous drawing of her
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>>569459531
Wonderful stuff, and also made this Fang too
Thank you Anon
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The big smoke
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>>569460000
Nice quads
Happy Fang Day everybody and happy 5 years of Snoot, may we get at least 5 more years here too
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Happy Fang, 5th Anniversary, and for many years more!
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>>569463861
She's the best
But it is also time to sleep
Goodnight, sleep tight, and stay safe out there
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>>569464275
G'night anong
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Best ending.
>>569456446
Still the best piece of E2 art out there.
>>569431786
>Anon never moved out of Rock Bottom.
>Still ends up with Fang.
Ahh, the Drostapena School is still well and alive.
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Their relationship is a remnant of when she was supposed to be a secondary antagonist, much colder and more calculated, essentially.
>>569402769
Best Tracy art.
>>569373068
More completed big mods released in the last 12 months than the other 4 years in total.
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>>569373068
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>>569486994
It's been almost 5 years since I've read it so I may be getting some details mixed up. But the gist of it is that Anon and Rosa end up hitting it off during "school beautification", main conflicts of the story are Rosa handling her mother's terminal illness and the fact Fang is still interested in Anon, even while he's clearly pursuing a relationship with Rosa
There's multiple what-if scenarios that are the equivalent of E1-E3
E1 is Anon doesn't let Fang off and leads her along, causing her to become increasingly jealous of Rosa and ends up shooting her
In E2 Anon gets Rosa pregnant, her parents force them to get married but Anon ends up leaving her at the altar and becomes a bum. Years later he drives through Volcaldera and sees Rosa playing with their son in the park, comments to himself that he hopes she didn't name the kid after him and then drives off
In E3 Anon breaks it off with Rosa and leaves for a few years for a vocation school, later returning and getting together with Rosa. He learns her mom passed since they've been separated and it's clear she and her family haven't been handling it well
It's canon ending is that Anon and Rosa end up going to college together, have a daughter (sons are only reserved for bad endings) and that he helps support her during the loss of her mother
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>(sons are only reserved for bad endings)
Greene was first inserted into the E3 timeline, though...
And thank you for the summary. I hope he reworks the entire thing heavily, since the summary you've given isn't too encouraging.
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>>569518414
Can you draw Fang and Anon lovin each other
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>>569518414
Draw a Snoot Shark girl based off one of these abominations, hello
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>>569518414
Can ya do an Izzy and Trent kissing, since you got pretty close with this here?
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Something with the two Jos maybe
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>>569515092
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I request that you have a good day.
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Yeah. Love it though.
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Glad you enjoy it
have big version
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Hell yeah. Thanks, bro.
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>>569565015
Better idea
What if they were Office Ladies teasing you with their soft nylon tights
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> N "But, I mean... Just look at her."
> N "The school year’s almost over and she’s barely changed from being that weird punk-goth type."
> N "I mean, I thought you would try to make her... Presentable, you know?"
> N "But it’s like you aren’t even trying to fix her."
It's maybe the one thing in the game she does deserve
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This image from before the Ashfall trailer release: https://litter.catbox.moe/t801b3fr8b2ecv19.png
There's a State funeral for a fallen soldier on the TV. Lotta effort to put that in the background.
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I prefer the idea that Vanette is genuinely coming from a well meaning place. I hope that there is some nuance to her character.
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It's interesting that how you view her actions depends entirely on the route you get:
>E1 - The only sane man in the room that notices how bad Fang's situation is, and the only one who notes she's getting worse.
>E2 - She's correct but her effort is wasted.
>E3 - She's a complete hypocrite, gets what she wants but isn't happy because it isn't EXACTLY what she wants.
>E4 - Does the right things for the wrong reasons.
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this a good prompt to start us out with?
>You play as Anon, a lonely, faceless, nobody, reject who finds himself in the dinosaur themed acid trip of a school named Volcano High. Here Anon meets the cute, confused, non-binary pterosaur girl known as Fang and her clown-vomit colored posse of reject friends Reed the pot head velociraptor boy and Trish the bitchy, big boobed, short stack triceratops best friend of Fang, and other associated thorns-in-the-side.
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>The first thing anyone noticed about Fang was her wings—not because they were impressive, but because they were *always* in the way. Too big for her scrawny frame, they bumped into lockers, knocked over cafeteria trays, and once, memorably, sent a teacher’s coffee spiraling into oblivion. She had the habit of folding them tight against her back when she was nervous, which was often, making her look like a pterosaur bundled in a self-made straitjacket.
>Reed found this endlessly amusing. “Bro,” he said, leaning against the rusted bike racks outside Volcano High, “you ever gonna learn how to *not* be a walking disaster?” He took a lazy drag from the joint pinched between his claws, exhaling smoke that curled around his velociraptor snout. Fang scowled and flicked a pebble at him with her talon. It missed by a mile.
wat do
will add all suggestions after 5 minutes to maximize the schizo-ness of the story. If no suggestions then I'll just hit the continue button
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>The pebble Fang flicked hung in the air a second too long, suspended like the universe had forgotten gravity existed. Reed blinked—slow, lazy—before his velociraptor pupils contracted into needle-thin slits. "Uh," he said, dropping the joint. It didn't fall. Just hovered, smoke frozen mid-spiral.
>Behind them, the horizon split open. Not like a crack in pavement or a tear in paper—more like God had taken a scalpel to the sky and peeled it back to reveal something *wrong*. A red beam, thick as a skyscraper, punched upward from the distant football field, turning the clouds the color of old blood. The air smelled like burnt sugar and ozone.
>Trish, who had been mid-rant about cafeteria meatloaf, went very still. Her triceratops frill twitched. "Okay," she said, voice unnervingly calm. "Which one of you *fuckers* prayed to a chaos god today?"
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>Reed’s claws twitched toward the floating joint like he might snatch it back from whatever physics-defying bullshit had just hijacked reality. Fang’s wings, usually a chaotic mess of feathers and bad decisions, snapped rigid behind her—not folded tight, not flared wide, just *locked*, as if her body had short-circuited between *fight* and *flight*.
>Trish’s tail whipped sideways, nearly taking out a freshman. “I *swear* if this is another goddamn hallucination from your ditch weed—”
>The beam pulsed. A soundless tremor rolled through the ground, rattling teeth and dislodging a single, tragic tortilla chip from Reed’s unzipped backpack. It hovered mid-air, spinning lazily.
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>The tortilla chip spun slower, then stopped altogether—suspended like everything else in that impossible second. Reed’s claw twitched toward it, as if poking it might make the world remember how to work. Then the beam flickered. Once. Twice.
>And the sky screamed.
>It wasn’t a sound so much as a *pressure*, like someone had shoved cotton into every ear canal at once. Fang’s wings spasmed, knocking Trish sideways into a locker with a metallic *clang*. Reed’s claws dug into his own scalp, his pupils blown wide. “What the *fuck*,” he mouthed, but no sound came out.
>The beam collapsed inward, folding like a dying star, and then—
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Principals spears burst through the top floor windows and lands in front of our heros, explaining how an evil machine in the desert is trying to destroy the world by attracting a large meteorite. He chose these 4 because they're the only ones available as everyone has runaway.
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>Principal Spears didn’t so much land as *unfold* from the sky, his massive frame cratering the asphalt with a sound like a piano dropped from the stratosphere. His caveman shoulders blocked out the sun for a solid three seconds before he straightened up, adjusting his tie with a hand that could palm a watermelon. "Kids," he said, voice gravelly enough to pave a driveway, "we have approximately twelve minutes before that thing in the desert turns us all into fossil fuel."
>Trish’s triceratops frill flared. "Oh, *great*—just what my college applications needed: 'Survived apocalyptic meteor strike, please give scholarship.'"
>The principal ignored her, jerking a thumb toward the horizon where the beam had been. "Evil machine. Desert. Big rock. You four are the only idiots who didn’t bolt when reality started glitching." He paused, eyeing Reed’s still-floating joint. "Also, you’re *already* high, so the existential horror might not hit as hard."
>Fang’s wings twitched. "Why *us*? I can’t even—" She flapped for emphasis, nearly smacking Reed in the face. "*Fly* right!"
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>>569617351
>Principal Spears sighed, the sound like two boulders grinding together. "Kid, I don’t pick the heroes. The universe does. And right now, it’s pointing at you four like a bad omen." He reached into his suit jacket—somehow still pristine despite the crater he’d made—and pulled out a crumpled map dotted with grease stains. "Desert’s that way. Machine’s buried under the old lava tubes. You’ll know it when you see it. Probably screaming."
>Trish snatched the map before anyone else could react, her triceratops claws nearly puncturing the paper. "Cool, cool, so we’re just *walking* into an evil screaming machine? Fantastic." She glared at Reed. "This is *definitely* your fault."
>Reed, who had been poking the floating tortilla chip like it owed him money, blinked. "Bro, I *wish* my weed could do *this*."
>The ground shuddered again, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the parking lot. Fang’s wings flared on instinct, nearly clotheslining Naomi as she skidded around the corner, her parasaurolophus crest wobbling. "Guys! *Guys!*" she panted, glasses askew. "The—the *lockers* are *melting*—"
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>>569617774
>Naomi’s crest quivered as she gasped for air, her normally pristine uniform streaked with something that looked suspiciously like neon pink pudding. "And—and the *teachers*—" She gestured wildly toward the school building, where the outline of Mrs. Henderson’s frumpy stegosaurus form was currently melting into the brickwork like a Dali painting left in the sun. "They’re turning into *walls*!"
>Reed stared. "Dude," he said, with the solemn gravitas of someone who had just realized they were still holding a floating tortilla chip, "this is *way* stronger than my usual stash."
>Principal Spears cracked his knuckles—a sound like a tree splitting in half—and sighed. "Twelve minutes just became eight. Move." He grabbed Reed by the scruff of his neck and Fang by one wing, tossing them both toward a miraculously intact golf cart parked nearby. Trish barely had time to yelp before he scooped her up too, dumping her unceremoniously onto the back seat. "Naomi, you’re driving."
>Naomi squeaked, adjusting her glasses with trembling hands. "*Me*? But I—I *parallel parked* once and cried for an hour!"
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>>569618537
>Anon's voice cut through the chaos like a dull butter knife—unremarkable, but somehow *there*. "Floor it," he said, slapping the map against Naomi's trembling crest. "Just—*go*. Until we hit the compound."
>Naomi's parasaurolophus eyes widened behind her smudged glasses. "But—but *what if I crash*?!"
>Reed, half-draped over the golf cart's windshield like a velociraptor-shaped hood ornament, snorted. "Bro, the *sky* just got unzipped. Pretty sure the DMV's got bigger problems right now."
>The golf cart lurched forward with a whine that sounded suspiciously like Naomi's soul leaving her body. Trish, clinging to the back seat with her triceratops claws dug into the upholstery, shrieked as they swerved around a pothole that hadn't been there yesterday—now a perfect, geometric circle oozing something that smelled like burnt hair and regret. "Fang! *Fang*, your stupid wings are—"
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>>569618774
>Fang’s wings were *definitely* in the way—flared wide like a panic-stricken parachute, they clipped a streetlight as the golf cart careened onto Main Street. The metal pole bent like a licorice stick, toppling onto a parked car with a crunch that sounded like Reed’s last brain cell giving up. "Sorry!" Fang yelped, though no one was around to hear it. The streets were empty, save for a single, bewildered pigeon watching them from a stop sign. Its head rotated 180 degrees as they passed, blinking at them with eyes that were *definitely* not pigeon eyes.
>Trish, still white-knuckling the seat, hissed through her teeth. "Okay, new rule: *no one* looks at the birds."
>Reed, now upside down and dangling from the cart’s roof, reached for the still-floating tortilla chip—now orbiting his head like a tiny, crunchy moon. "Dude," he said, plucking it from the air and crunching thoughtfully. "Tastes like *time*."
>Naomi whimpered, her claws death-gripping the steering wheel. "Why—*why* is the road *breathing*?!"
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>>569619338
The golf cart's wheels left no tracks on the asphalt—not because they weren't touching the ground, but because the ground itself had stopped being ground. It rippled under them like the skin of a sleeping giant, breathing in time with Naomi's hyperventilating gasps.
"Left!" Anon barked suddenly, grabbing the wheel and wrenching it sideways just as the street ahead *folded* upward like a taco shell. The cart skidded on two wheels, Trish screaming bloody murder as her triceratops bulk nearly tipped them over. Reed, still upside down, grinned like this was the best rollercoaster ride of his life. "Bro," he said, pointing at the writhing pavement, "you seeing this? It's like *geometry* got high."
Fang's wings flapped uselessly against the wind, her talons digging into the seat. "Spears said twelve minutes—*how many have we lost*?!"
Naomi, now openly sobbing, fumbled for her phone—only for the screen to melt into liquid numbers that spelled *4:37* before dribbling down her wrist. "I—I don't think time *works* anymore!"
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>>569619901
The Gang gets chased by constructs emerging from the breaking ground's opening. trish starts being useful and starts swinging on anything that comes near enough with the crowbar underneath the seat. Also they see the site near in the distance as the world warps around them.
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>>569619983
>The golf cart's engine screamed like a dying animal as the asphalt behind them *bulged*, splitting open in a jagged grin. From the fissure, something clawed its way free—not quite alive, not quite machine, but all *wrong* in the way it moved, joints bending where joints shouldn't bend. It had too many eyes, all blinking out of sync, and a mouth that unzipped vertically down its chest to howl at them.
>Trish didn't hesitate. "Crowbar," she barked, yanking the rusted metal rod from under the seat with a triceratops's practiced fury. The first construct lunged, and she swung like she was aiming for the fences—*crunch*. The thing's head crumpled like a soda can, but it kept coming, limbs flailing. "Oh, *fuck you*," Trish spat, swinging again. This time, it stayed down.
>Fang's wings batted at the wind as she craned her neck to see more of them emerging—dozens now, pouring from the cracks like ants from a kicked hill. "Floor it, Naomi!" she shrieked, but Naomi was already stomping the pedal hard enough to dent it, her parasaurolophus crest trembling. The cart lurched forward, wheels skidding on pavement that had started to *breathe* in uneven gasps.
>Anon twisted in his seat, squinting at the horizon where the sky had started to *peel* like old wallpaper. There, half-hidden by the warping air, was the outline of something massive—a jagged spire of black metal jutting from the desert like a rotten tooth. "There!" he shouted, pointing. "That's it!"
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>>569620467
>The golf cart’s engine gave a final, shuddering wheeze as its wheels hit sand—actual, blessedly *normal* sand—and the thing just *stopped*, like it had decided dying in the desert was a better fate than whatever was happening back in town. Naomi’s claws were still locked around the steering wheel, her knuckles white. "I *hate* driving," she whimpered.
>Reed, now dangling halfway out of the cart, flopped onto the sand like a velociraptor-shaped pancake. "Bro," he muttered into the dirt, "that was *awesome*."
>Trish kicked him. "Get *up*. We’ve got *company*." She jerked her snout toward the spire looming ahead—closer now, its jagged edges humming with a sound that wasn’t quite sound, more like someone had shoved a dentist’s drill into their skull and turned it to *vibrate*.
>Fang’s wings twitched. "Okay. So. Evil screaming machine. Do we… knock?"
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>>569621313
>Trish didn't knock. The crowbar *sang* through the air with a sound like a pissed-off tuning fork, embedding itself into the spire's humming metal with a *clang* that made everyone's teeth vibrate. The impact sent a spiderweb of cracks radiating outward, glowing an ominous neon green—like the spire was bleeding circuitry. Trish yanked the crowbar free with a grunt, her triceratops muscles bulging. "There," she huffed. "Knocked."
>The spire *screamed*. Not a mechanical sound—something visceral, wet, like a dying animal caught in a trash compactor. The ground beneath them liquefied for one terrifying second, swallowing Reed's left claw up to the wrist before solidifying again. "Bro," he said, blinking at his sand-caked talons, "I think it's *mad*."
>Fang's wings flared instinctively, sending a gust of hot desert air into Naomi's face. "Oh, *great*—we pissed off the evil death machine. What's next, it throws a tantrum?"
>As if on cue, the spire's surface *rippled*, the metal warping like taffy before erupting into a swarm of skeletal drones—each one a nightmare of jagged edges and too many joints, skittering toward them with the jerky precision of broken marionettes. Trish swung the crowbar in a wide arc, smashing the lead drone into a shower of sparks. "New plan," she growled. "Hit it *more*."
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>>569621770
>The spire wasn’t just screaming now—it was *laughing*, a sound like nails on a chalkboard fed through a distortion pedal. The drones kept coming, their movements less like attack patterns and more like a bad game of musical chairs where everyone was bleeding. Reed, still half-buried in sand, managed to flip onto his back just in time to see one of the drones lunge at Naomi. He moved faster than anyone had ever seen him move outside of a taco Tuesday—his claws snatched the drone mid-air, crumpling it like a beer can. "Dude," he said, blinking at the sparking wreckage in his hands, "these things *bite*."
>Trish’s crowbar was a blur of rust and rage, each swing punctuated by a grunt that sounded suspiciously like swear words. One drone got too close; she headbutted it with her triceratops frill, sending it flying into two others like a bony, malfunctioning bowling ball. "Fang!" she barked, "stop *flapping* and *help*!"
>Fang’s wings were a lost cause—every time she tried to fold them, another drone would dive at her, forcing her to smack them away with frantic, feathery slaps. One latched onto her wingtip, its jagged mandibles sinking in with a *crunch*. Fang yelped, more offended than hurt, and shook it off like a dog with a bad flea. "I’m *trying*! These things are *rude*!"
>Anon wasn’t fighting. He was *watching*, his dull human eyes tracking the spire’s pulsating veins of neon green. The cracks Trish had made were spreading, but not fast enough—and the drones weren’t the main event. The real problem was the spire itself, its base now *breathing*, metal ribs expanding and contracting like a rotten lung. He grabbed Naomi’s trembling shoulder. "The map," he said, voice flat. "Where’s the weak point?"
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>>569622386
>Naomi's claws fumbled for the crumpled map tucked into her uniform pocket—now half-melted and smeared with something that smelled suspiciously like expired nacho cheese. She unfolded it with shaking hands, her parasaurolophus crest trembling. "I—I think it's *here*," she squeaked, jabbing a talon at a grease-stained circle near the spire's base. "But Principal Spears' coffee stains are *everywhere*—"
>The spire *inhaled*.
>Metal groaned as its ribs expanded outward, the sound like a skyscraper getting ready to sneeze. Reed, still sprawled in the sand, rolled onto his stomach just in time to see the ground beneath them *bulge*—not like earth, but like something underneath was *pushing* up. "Uh," he said, eloquently.
>Then the ground *exploded*.
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>>569623095
>The explosion didn’t sound like an explosion. It sounded like the universe had just coughed up a hairball—a wet, metallic *gurk* that sent a geyser of sand and sparking machinery into the air. Reed was airborne for a solid three seconds before face-planting into a dune, his velociraptor limbs splayed like a starfish. "Dude," he mumbled into the sand, "I can *taste* electricity."
>Trish didn’t have time to complain. The ground beneath her erupted again, and suddenly she was airborne too—not gracefully, like a bird, but like a trashcan kicked by a pissed-off giant. She landed shoulder-first into Naomi, sending them both tumbling in a tangle of limbs and parasaurolophus crest. "Get *off*," Naomi wheezed, her glasses now crooked enough to qualify as modern art.
>Fang’s wings were the only thing that saved her. They snapped open on instinct, catching the blast’s updraft like a pair of malfunctioning parachutes. She didn’t *fly* so much as *pinwheel* through the air, shrieking as she cartwheeled over the spire’s jagged peak. "I *hate* this!" she howled, before crash-landing into Reed’s back with a *whump* that knocked the wind out of both of them.
>Anon was the only one still standing. Not because he was brave—because he’d grabbed onto a protruding piece of the spire’s metal skeleton at the last second, his fingers white-knuckled around a rusted strut. The ground beneath him was *gone*, replaced by a gaping maw of grinding gears and pulsating neon veins. He looked down. The abyss looked back. "*Fuck*," he said, with the quiet resignation of someone who’d just realized their life insurance was expired.
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>>569623797
>The spire's heartbeat pulsed through Anon's palms—hot, uneven, like a dying engine gasping for oil. Below him, the abyss churned with gears the size of subway cars, their teeth gnashing at nothing. Something wet dripped onto his forehead. He didn’t look up.
>Reed spat out a mouthful of sand, rolling onto his back just in time to see Fang’s wingtip twitch inches from his face. "Dude," he wheezed, poking it with a claw, "you okay?"
>Fang's response was a muffled groan into his shoulder blades.
>Trish was already on her feet, crowbar in hand, scanning the wreckage. The drones were down—mostly—but the spire wasn't. It *bent* toward them now, its peak curving like a scorpion's tail, the metal screeching like a dying cat in a trash compactor. "Oh, *come on*," Trish snarled. "You *just* got exploded!"
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>>569624768
>Reed blinked up at the spire's serpentine twist, his velociraptor pupils dilating to swallow the impossible sight. "Bro," he whispered, "that's *definitely* not OSHA compliant."
>The spire struck—not like a snake, but like a drunk forklift operator, its jagged tip plunging toward them in a series of jerky, stuttering lurches. Trish tackled Naomi out of the way, rolling them both behind a skeletal drone carcass just as the metal spear impaled the sand where they'd been standing. The impact sent up a shockwave of grit that peppered Fang's feathers with a sound like rain on a tin roof.
>Anon's fingers slipped another inch down the spire's rusted strut. Below him, the abyss belched a geyser of viscous black fluid that smelled like burning tires and regret. Something in the depths *gurgled*, a sound that made Naomi's crest stand on end. "It's *digesting*," she whimpered, pressing her glasses back onto her snout with trembling claws. "The—the *town*—"
>Fang's wings spasmed as she lurched upright, knocking Reed onto his back again. "No time for existential horror!" she yelped, talons scrabbling at the sand. "Anon's about to be *spire chow*!"
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>>569625495
>Anon's grip slipped another millimeter—just enough for his palm to scrape against the spire's jagged metal, leaving a streak of red that sizzled where it touched. The spire *shuddered*, its neon veins flaring brighter for a single, terrifying second. Reed, still half-buried in sand, blinked. "Dude," he said, pointing a claw at the smoking bloodstain, "you're *allergic* to evil death machines?"
>Trish didn't wait for an answer. She hurled the crowbar like a javelin, aiming for the spire's glowing weak point—only for a drone to intercept it mid-air with a *crunch* of sparking circuitry. "Fang!" she barked, "get your feathery ass *up there*!"
>Fang's wings flapped uselessly against the updraft of churning gears below. "I *can't*—!" she started, then froze. Her talons dug into the sand as she locked eyes with Anon—dangling, human, hopelessly out of place in this dinosaur nightmare. Something in her pterosaur brain short-circuited. "Oh *screw* physics," she muttered, and *leaped*.
>Her wings didn't catch air so much as *claw* at it, each frantic flap more like a drowning swimmer than actual flight. She careened sideways, smacking into the spire's bending metal with a *thud* that knocked the wind out of her. "Ow," she wheezed, then hooked her talons into a seam of exposed wiring. "Okay. *Okay*. Just—just *don't look down*—"
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>>569626126
>Fang's talons slipped on the first try—the wiring hissed under her grip, spitting sparks that singed her feathers. The spire shuddered again, its metal ribs groaning like a dying animal. Below, Reed was digging through the sand like a velociraptor on a caffeine bender, tossing drone carcasses aside with frantic claws. "Dude!" he yelled up at her, voice cracking. "Throw him *down*! We'll catch him!"
>Trish smacked him upside the head with a piece of broken drone. "*Throw him*—are you *insane*?!"
>Anon's fingers were slick with sweat now, his grip sliding another inch down the strut. The abyss beneath him gurgled hungrily, gears churning like a garbage disposal for the cosmos. Fang's wings flapped in frantic, uncoordinated bursts as she scrambled higher, her talons finding purchase on jagged metal seams. "Hold on!" she screeched, though it was unclear whether she was talking to Anon or herself.
>Naomi, meanwhile, was hyperventilating into her own parasaurolophus crest. "This—this violates *so many* school safety policies—"
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>>569626694
>Fang's talon hooked into Anon's collar just as his grip failed—the fabric ripped with a sound like celery snapping, but held long enough for her to yank him upward. They crashed into the spire's shuddering metal ribs in a tangle of limbs and panic, Anon's elbow jamming into Fang's sternum hard enough to make her wheeze. "Ow," she gasped, "your *elbows* are *knives*—"
>The spire *screamed*—not a mechanical sound, but a wet, organic howl that vibrated through their bones. The metal beneath them bucked like a bronco, nearly throwing them both into the gnashing gears below. Fang's wings flared on instinct, catching a gust of hot, oil-scented air that sent them spinning sideways into a nest of sparking wires.
>Reed, still digging through the sand like a velociraptor possessed, suddenly froze. "Dudes," he said, holding up a mangled drone carcass. Its chest cavity pulsed with a familiar neon green glow—*exactly* like the spire's veins. "I think these things are its *blood cells*."
>Trish snatched the drone from his claws, examining its sparking innards with a triceratops's tactical glare. "So we're *inside* its circulatory system?" she muttered, then grinned—a sharp, terrifying thing. "*Cool*."
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>>569627416
>The drone in Trish's claws pulsed once—a sickly green throb that lit up her triceratops frill like a glow stick at a rave. Then it *detonated*. The explosion wasn't fire and shrapnel; it was pure, concussive *wrongness*, a shockwave that warped the air like heat haze over a grill. Trish went flying backward, her crowbar pinwheeling end-over-end before embedding itself in the sand like Excalibur's trashy cousin.
>Reed blinked at the smoking crater where Trish had been standing. "Bro," he said, poking the scorched earth with a claw, "that was *rad*."
>Naomi's crest trembled violently. "*Rad*?! She just got *blown up* by evil robot blood!" She scrambled toward the impact site, her parasaurolophus legs kicking up sand. "Trish! *Trish*, say something bitchy so I know you're alive!"
>A single claw emerged from the crater, flipping Naomi off with practiced precision.
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>>569627885
>The spire's ribs *contracted*—metal grinding like a dying accordion, the sound reverberating through Fang's teeth as she clung to Anon with one talon and a fistful of sparking wires with the other. Below them, Reed was now enthusiastically lobbing drone carcasses into the abyss like some kind of post-apocalyptic carnival game. "Dude," he yelled up at them, "I think it's *hiccuping*!"
>Trish clawed her way out of the crater, her triceratops frill smeared with something that smelled like burnt popcorn and existential dread. "Cool," she spat, snatching her crowbar from the sand. "Let's *choke* it." She hurled the crowbar again—this time straight into the pulsating green vein where the spire's ribs met. The impact sent a neon crack spiderwebbing upward, and the spire *shrieked*, a sound like a thousand fax machines being fed into a woodchipper.
>Anon's fingers found purchase on a jagged panel just as Fang's grip failed, her talons skidding off the greasy metal. "Fang—!" he started, but she was already flapping wildly, her wings smacking the spire's ribs with a series of hollow *thunks*. One lucky updraft caught her feathers, sending her spiraling into Naomi's outstretched claws. They toppled into the sand in a heap of limbs and parasaurolophus crest. "*Ow*," Fang wheezed, "why are you *bonier* than the drones?!"
>Naomi's glasses hung off one ear. "I—I *hate* this so much—"
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>>569613613
>Here Anon meets the cute, confused, non-binary pterosaur girl known as Fang
Nobody, literally nobody, describes Fang as being physically attractive in the game. Anon literally says she looks like a crackhead.
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>>569628516
>The spire's neon veins pulsed faster now—an erratic, panicked rhythm like a dying heartbeat. Reed, still lobbing drone carcasses into the abyss with the focus of a velociraptor at an all-you-can-eat buffet, suddenly froze mid-throw. His claws trembled. "Dudes," he whispered, pointing at the sky. "The *sun*."
>It wasn't the sun anymore. It was a *hole*—a ragged, bleeding tear in the atmosphere where the light wasn't light so much as *absence*, a void that swallowed color and spat back static. The edges of the tear twitched like fresh stitches in skin. Naomi made a sound like a deflating balloon. "Oh," she squeaked. "Oh *no*."
>The spire *convulsed*. Metal ribs snapped inward like a ribcage collapsing, gears shrieking as they ground to a halt. Anon's fingers slipped again—this time for good—but Fang was already moving, her wings flapping in a frenzy as she launched herself upward. Her talons closed around his wrist just as the spire's central vein *ruptured*, spewing a geyser of neon-green fluid that smelled like battery acid and spoiled milk. The liquid hit the sand with a hiss, dissolving it into a bubbling black pit.
>Trish didn't hesitate. She snatched up Reed's discarded tortilla chip—still hovering mid-air, somehow pristine—and *flicked* it straight into the spire's weeping wound. The chip stuck there, spinning lazily in the green ooze. For a second, nothing happened. Then the spire *sneezed*—a violent, metallic *kachoo* that sent the entire structure lurching sideways. Reed whooped. "Dude! *Allergy attack*!"
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>>569629164
>Fang's wings flapped in a way that wasn't aerodynamic so much as *desperate*, her feathers sticking out at odd angles like she'd just lost a fight with a leaf blower. Her snout was too long, her eyes too wide, her posture perpetually hunched like a question mark someone had forgotten to finish. Anon had once described her as looking like "a crackhead who'd been hit by a bus and then *drawn* from memory"—a comparison that had earned him a wing-smack to the back of the head.
>But right now, dangling from the spire's shuddering metal ribs with one talon hooked into Anon's collar, she was the most *functional* disaster he'd ever seen. Her pupils were blown wide with adrenaline, her breath coming in sharp, avian gasps that smelled suspiciously like stale energy drinks. A glob of neon-green spire-juice dripped from her crest onto his forehead. It sizzled.
>"Stop *wiggling*," she hissed, her voice cracking mid-sentence. "You're—*ugh*—heavier than you look!"
>Anon would've argued, but his current view was mostly Fang's underwing—a patchwork of molting feathers and scar tissue from countless hallway collisions. One particular bald spot near her elbow looked suspiciously like the shape of a vending machine.
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>>569629929
>Anon's fingers brushed the bald patch on Fang's wing—warm, slightly damp, and vibrating with the effort of keeping them both aloft. "Is this—" he wheezed, "—from the *Snacktron 3000* incident?"
>Fang's wings stuttered mid-flap. "*Shut up*—"
>The spire chose that moment to *retch*, its metal framework heaving like a drunkard after last call. A fresh wave of neon-green goo erupted from its ruptured veins, splattering across Fang's already-struggling wings with a sizzle. The smell hit like a fistful of rotten eggs stuffed into a microwaved burrito. "*Gah*—*what the hell* is its *diet*?!" Fang gagged, her wings dipping dangerously close to the churning abyss below.
>Reed, now knee-deep in drone carcasses, cupped his claws around his snout. "Bro! Toss him *down*! I'll—" he paused, considering the physics, "*probably* catch him!"
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>>569630515
>The spire's convulsions sent Fang and Anon spinning like a pair of drunken kites, their combined weight testing the limits of Fang's already-struggling wings. Below them, the abyss yawned wider, gears gnashing with renewed hunger as chunks of the spire's metal skeleton broke away and disappeared into the grinding maw.
>Trish wasn't having it. She snatched up Reed's discarded tortilla chip—now inexplicably glowing with the same neon-green hue as the spire's innards—and jammed it like a grenade into the pulsating wound. "Eat *this*, you overgrown trash compactor!"
>The spire *screamed*. Not a mechanical sound this time—something wetter, angrier, like a whale with food poisoning. Its metal ribs *flexed*, throwing Fang and Anon clear just as the entire structure vomited up a geyser of sparking machinery and what looked suspiciously like half-digested cafeteria tacos.
>Naomi, still tangled in Fang's limbs from their earlier crash landing, shrieked as the debris rain began. "I—I *told* Principal Spears the lunch meat was suspect!"
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>>569631074
>The spire's death throes sent Fang and Anon pinwheeling through the air like a pair of mismatched socks in a dryer. Fang's wings flapped in wild, uncoordinated bursts—half-gliding, half-falling—before they crash-landed into a sand dune with a *whump* that knocked the last of Anon's breath out in a wheeze. Fang's talons were still hooked into his collar, her feathers plastered with neon-green sludge that bubbled ominously against his cheek. "*Ow*," he croaked.
>Trish's voice cut through the ringing in their ears. "*Move!*"
>Anon barely rolled them sideways before a chunk of smoldering spire debris cratered the sand where they'd been lying. Reed's cackling echoed across the dunes. "Dude! That was *almost* a double kill!"
>Naomi's parasaurolophus crest trembled violently as she dug her claws into the shifting sand. "It's—it's *imploding*!"
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>>569631719
>The spire didn’t collapse so much as *unravel*, its metal ribs peeling backward like the skin of a rotting banana. Neon-green fluid arced through the air in thick, syrupy ropes, splattering across the sand with a sound like frying bacon. One glob landed near Reed’s foot—he poked it with a claw, then immediately stuck the digit in his mouth. "*Dude*," he mumbled around his talon, "*spicy*."
>Trish grabbed him by the frill before he could lick the next puddle. "*Stop* putting unknown evil machine fluids in your *mouth*—"
>The ground beneath them gave a wet, shuddering *gurgle*—not sand anymore, but something *else*, something that pulsed like a living thing. Fang’s wings twitched involuntarily as she hauled Anon upright, her talons leaving smears of green goo on his shirt. "Okay," she panted, "new plan: *run*."
>Naomi didn’t need telling twice. Her parasaurolophus legs churned through the sand like a startled gazelle’s, her crest flattened against her skull by sheer velocity. "*It’s still coming*!" she shrieked over her shoulder, voice cracking mid-sentence.
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>The spire didn't so much collapse as *unlearn* how to exist. Metal ribs twisted into impossible origami shapes before dissolving into pixelated static, leaving behind only the stench of overheated circuit boards and existential dread. Reed blinked at the evaporating debris, then promptly licked his claws clean of glowing green residue. "Dude," he announced, pupils dilating to saucer-size, "I can *hear* colors now."
>Fang's wings twitched violently, sending clumps of half-melted feathers drifting to the sand like morbid confetti. She stared at the space where the spire had been—now just a perfect circle of glass where the sand had fused into obsidian. "Did...did we just break reality *more*?"
>Anon's knees gave out first. He hit the glassy ground with a thud, his fingers brushing the still-warm surface. The reflection staring back wasn't his—too many teeth, eyes spaced wrong—but it blinked when he blinked. "*Fuck*," he whispered, and the reflection nodded in agreement.
>Trish's crowbar clattered to the ground as she doubled over, her triceratops frill heaving. "I think—" she gasped between gulps of air, "—I think I just *reverse-evolved*." Her claws flexed, examining new patches of scaly skin where fur had been moments before. Naomi made a tiny squeaking noise and fainted directly into Reed's waiting arms.
reaching the end
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>The sky peeled back like a rotten bandage, revealing raw, pulsing meat beneath—a wound in reality that oozed greenish light. Fang's wings twitched involuntarily at the sight, sending another clump of molted feathers drifting onto the glassy ground. "Okay," she wheezed, talons digging into Anon's shoulder for balance, "who brought the *cosmic superglue*?"
>Reed, now cradling a unconscious Naomi like a velociraptor holding a particularly fragile burrito, blinked up at the unraveling heavens. His pupils were still dilated enough to see the fourth dimension. "Dude," he whispered, "the sky's *inside-out*." A chunk of spacetime the size of a cafeteria tray splattered near his feet, dissolving into fractal patterns before evaporating. He licked his snout. "Tastes like... existential despair. *Kinda tangy*."
>Trish's frill bristled as she snatched her crowbar from the obsidian ground—now warping underfoot like taffy. "Focus," she growled, jabbing the rusted metal toward the bleeding sky. "How do we *fix* this?" Her scales rippled unnaturally, patches of her skin flickering between dinosaur hide and something smoother, almost *human*.
>Anon's reflection in the glass grinned back at him with too many teeth. The ground trembled—not an earthquake, but something *deeper*, like the universe itself was hiccuping. He pressed his palms flat against the surface. The glass was warm. Alive. "*We* didn't break it," he muttered. "*It was already broken.*"
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>The glass beneath Anon's palms pulsed—not like a heartbeat, but like something *older*, something that had forgotten how to be solid. The reflection grinned wider, its elongated jaw unhinging to reveal a throat full of stars. "*Fix me*," it mouthed, though the words vibrated directly into Anon's skull like a dentist's drill set to *philosophy*.
>Fang's talon clamped onto his shoulder. "Uh," she said eloquently, her wings twitching at the sight of his starry-eyed doppelgänger. "That's *new*."
>Reed, still cradling Naomi like a soggy taco, blinked at the sky's gaping wound. "Dude," he whispered reverently, "what if we just... *poke it*?"
>Trish's crowbar *sang* through the air before anyone could stop her. It spun end-over-end, glinting with residual neon goo, before vanishing into the cosmic maw with a sound like a microwave digesting a harmonica. The hole *burped*. A single, pristine tortilla chip fluttered back down, landing perfectly balanced on Reed's snout.
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something goofy with Anon, Inco, and James
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>The tortilla chip balanced on Reed’s snout for exactly three seconds before dissolving into fractal dust. The sky hiccuped again. Then, with the grace of a deflating whoopee cushion, reality snapped back into place—like someone had hit the universe’s undo button. The obsidian glass underfoot softened into sand. The wound in the sky stitched itself shut with invisible thread. Anon’s reflection blinked back to normal, though it did give him a suspicious side-eye before fading.
>Fang’s wings, still twitching from adrenaline, sagged against her back like deflated pool toys. "Did we... *win*?" she rasped, voice raw from screaming.
>Trish snatched her crowbar out of thin air—somehow returned, though now slightly *glowing*—and jabbed it toward the empty desert where the spire had been. "If by *win* you mean ‘almost got digested by an evil geometry project,’ then sure." Her frill bristled, scales flickering between dinosaur and something unnervingly smooth. "What the *hell* was that?"
>Naomi chose that moment to wake up, her parasaurolophus crest springing upright like a startled meerkat’s. She blinked at Reed’s face hovering inches from hers. "*Why* are you *drooling* on me?"
what a long strange journey it has been
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Well that's the end of the ai adventure. It ate up some space and time to say the least.
Here's the initial prompt I used:
"You play as Anon, a lonely, faceless, nobody, reject human who lives alone finds himself in the dinosaur themed acid trip of a school named Volcano High. Here Anon meets the cute, confused, non-binary pterosaur girl known as Fang and her clown-vomit colored posse of reject friends Reed the pot head velociraptor boy and Trish the bitchy, big boobed, short stack triceratops best friend of Fang, and other associated thorns-in-the-side.
Other characters include:
Rosa, a lovely latina aquilops girl, that leads the gardening club at school. She is very hispanic, very Christian, very kind, and very protective of her garden, but is always willing to lend a hand to those in need, even if putting people to work.
Stella, a cute, if a bit nervous and unlucky, fortune telling stegosaurus and weeaboo/otaku girl that is passionate about her hobbies.She is best friends with Rosa, and cheerfully offers to read people's fortunes for them.
Naomi, a cute nerdy parasaurolophus perfectionist girl with glasses that is also student council president. She's always up to something, and cheerfully keeps herself and her love of her life boyfriend Naser busy. Annoyingly sweet, and also responsible for Anon and Fang meeting.
Naser, Fang's overworked and overachieving pterodactyl brother with one crippled wing. Cool dude that loves his sister, but can't seem to ever make her happy.
Principal Spears, a powerful caveman that is a very serious, but caring mentor for the characters. He's very eloquent and as willing to give advice as he is to use his primal strength to suplex misbehaving students."
Seems to have done a decent enough job in case anyone else wants to try it out. But I'm gonna bake the new thread and then we can get on with posting as usual
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