This is SLA Industries (1993). That’s pronounced “slay,” incidentally, a fact that should give you some insight into the overall temperament of the game.

Let’s see if I can do this in the character limit. The titular company is run by Mr. Slayer, a pumpkin-headed supervillain, and it sits at the center of a horrible, violent universe. The company headquarters is surrounded by post-apocalyptic city ruins called Cannibal Sectors that are filled with all manner of mutants, monsters and serial murderers. Players are freelancers (of COURSE, why would there be paid benefits in a dystopia) who hunt monsters and take part in office politics.

There is a laundry list of super obvious influences. The goth and industrial music scenes are big one — lots of Siouxsie’s with big guns (and top hats) in the art. 40K is another, both in some of the art and in the waist-deep approach to lore. It being a product of Scotland, I expect 2000AD is in the mix, though not as front and center as I would have guessed. There’s some cyberpunk elements (the megacorp, for one), but SLA’s prime science fiction is more in line with the schlocky dystopias of Death Race 2000 and The Running Man, especially in the game’s notion that the players are probably on-camera through most of their exploits, an eerie (if likely entirely accidental) anticipation of reality TV. All of this is filtered, to varying degrees, through the aesthetics and sensibilities of early 90s manga and anime. The result is a big old stew pot of the likes of Rifts and Battlelords, but slathered in nihilism rather than bombast.

System? Oh god, there’s a system under all this? Oh, yea, there it is, on page 110. There is so much lore in this book that even when I am staring right at the system, I can’t really parse it, because I am still reeling from all the factions and history. It looks complicated and embedded in too many words.

Stokerverse RPG on the way from Nightfall Games

A new RPG centring on Dracula and other creations of Bram Stokers is on the way

Stokerverse, the first RolePlaying Game based on a franchise award-winning writer Dr. Chris McAuley created with Dacre Stoker, is coming soon from Nightfall Games. “This is a visceral Victorian environment with twists on classic characters and an authentic continuation of the original Dracula narrative,” says Chris. The StokerVerse is the brainchild of international bestselling author Dacre…

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Awwww yeah, finally at a point where I can start sharing what I've been working on! So those of my age or older, who remembers that reality show The Mole? If not necessarily that, who in the Mario fandom encountered krisetchers' Mole-themed Mario fics in the mid 2000s and early 2010s? That's basically what I'm doing here, a crossover fic based around The Mole. One of these twelve characters I've got here is a Mole, trying to ruin the other players' chances to add money to a group pot, and it's their job to figure out who it is. I've already got five episodes within 15 chapters finished, so after I've got the upcoming bios all posted I'll start posting those next Tuesday! :D (cuz the show used to air on Tuesdays, at least the US version and the season I saw live-ish at like eight or nine years old hehe)

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Tagged by @aurevell for realsies this time, so here's Stiles meeting Scott in the twilight au. Anything in these brackets [ ] will be changed later on, idk anything about lacrosse lmao 🫣

   Coach Finstock is fucking insane. Gym is, unfortunately, Stiles’s third period of the day and before lunch–way too early if you asked him–and worse, it was held by an absolute madman. Coach Finstock is supposedly the school’s lacrosse coach and third period is when all the players have gym. So despite knowing nothing about the game and not even being on the team, Stiles is learning how to play lacrosse.  He sucks. To be fair, Stiles could’ve told you that before he was forced to attempt it, as most physical activities and forms of exercise do not mesh well with Stiles’s lack of muscle and baby deer ways. Dziadek had wanted desperately for his only grandson to be on a baseball team, and Stiles had given it a good try. Unfortunately, you need to be able to run more than five feet without tripping all over yourself to do that, and so Dziadek’s dream of little league games had crashed and burned. Much like Stiles’s current attempts to earn a passing grade in gym. Coach Finstock couldn’t seem to get that Stiles did not play lacrosse, did not want to play lacrosse, and would not be good at it anyway. Any and all attempts to reason with the man had ended in Finstock’s little red whistle blown right into Stiles’s face and making a good try at bursting his ear drums. Stiles decided to play along, at the very least to preserve his hearing.  So Stiles is tossing lacrosse balls–very poorly, mind you–from the stick shoved into his hands when he entered the gymnasium to someone who seems to actually be good at the game. The guy, Manny or Henry or something, looks bored to tears blocking Stiles’s shots.  “[lacrosse talk]” A voice says right in Stiles’s ears, and Stiles can’t stop the jump he does in response. “GEEZ dude, stomp or something, what the hell-” “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just noticed you needed a little help.” The guy steps around Stiles and towards Henry (he’s sure it was Henry). He’s around the same height, soft brown eyes on a kind face and a weirdly crooked jaw. His hair droops in front of his eyes and Stiles is reminded of every puppy he’s ever seen. 

I WOULD tag beaconfeels and kordyceps but y'all already have been tagged (and i don't gang up on people lol). As it is idk who else is writing fanfics around here 😳 If you see this feel free to say I tagged you though!

Destiny 2: Torches And Vendors

Anyone wanna play destiny2 with ya girl?

⭕ for the Skylanders asks?

⭕️ (What Skylander do you want the most) - Since I completed my collection a few years ago there's none that I want anymore, but thinking back to the time when I was still collecting I think my most anticipated character was Nightfall for multiple reasons. Firstly she's my favorite supercharger and my 4th favorite Skylander overall, secondly some people might remember the infamous #nightfallgate where all of her figures had some chip error and they were recalled after her initial release with the game to be rereleased later on - absolutely devastating news for me who was looking forward to play through the game with her. However before her rerelease around christmas 2015 iirc, they dropped an update which fixed all the faulty Nightfalls for the people who obtained and held onto them. Being desperate and impatient I decided to order one of the original (and overpriced) Nightfalls which was a whole dilemma of its own but finally I got her and I don't think it ever felt so rewarding and relieving to hold a Skylander in my hands. I also have to mention Gearshift who was first available as a preorder bonus at gamestop which was nowhere near where I live but eventually that worked out as well and Enigma who for some reason came out like two months later in Europe and was only available in one specific store here.

(And I guess if I had to answer the question for present day I could say Heartbreaker Buckshot, I still mourn for him)

stray gods - grace icons 2

pride themed. flags found on @/fantasy store

im order: night lesbian, narcbian, eventide polyamorous and nightfall lesbian

Thought about this last night because my brother came over and played Banishers in the afternoon and then I played Vampyr later on my own. It is kinda funny that playing Vampyr means you're wandering around in eternal night, and part of the curse in Banishers means that there is eternal daytime.

Training, pt 1?

Please Read the Warnings and Tags Before Continuing, Thank You.

Media; Game + OC (Nightfall)

Pairing; Hisa + Leo

Tags; @nightfallgame

Warnings; kidnapping, cult behavior and speech, tentacle rape, drug use(aphrodisiacs), religious talk(related to the cult behavior), mentions of lactation, Breath play/choking, mind break

Notes; Under the cut for length. Idk when part 2 will be out lol. I found I had a tiny bit of trouble writing Hisa, but I'm not sure why? I can usually write tsundere-type characters pretty well, so idk what's happening there. Maybe it's his specific brand of tsundere-ism

Leo smirks at the boy squirming around on the concrete ground, naked and tied up tightly with rough red rope. The black haired boy is lying on the ground on his side. "My, my, Hisa Igarashi," Leo drawls, gaining him said boy's attention. He lets out a strangled screech that's muffled by a gag. "You know Hisa, this is a first for us. This is the first time The Manic One has chosen someone outside of the cult to bless," he explains, strutting around to grab at the handle on the back of the rope harness. The boy screeches as he's hauled up into a sitting position. Hisa’s eyes widens as he looks up at the man looming over him. The redhead laughs, “Curious, are you?” Leo’s already figured out how to get the poor boy, hook line and sinker. “In fact, you could become the blessed one. We’re in desperate need, truthfully. Our beloved god needs someone pure to bless, only the purest, and simply no one else will do,” he monologues, paying close attention to how Hisa reacts; he’s still apprehensive, but his red eyes scream hope and a bit of pride. He’s been leaning in towards Leo the whole time. He wheels around and kneels down in front of Hisa.

Leo gets close enough he can feel the boy's breath on his face. Hisa tries to pull away, but Leo stops him. “I’ve heard of you, from that monk. Always singing your praises about how pure and good you are. A perfect little angel, right?” He sings, watching as the boy inflates and tries to sit up straighter. “Now you can see why you’ve been chosen for this. Oh, but where are my manners? Our esteemed guest and you can’t even speak!” He fakes his surprise and realization. He unties Hisa’s gag and the boy gasps and sputters. “Well, at least you’ve seen how important I am!” He barks out. “Of course you’re important!”

“If I’m so important, then why not untie me and give me back my clothes?!”

Leo sighs, “You still don’t understand, do you? We need you here, Hisa. There’s no way the monk would’ve let you come with us! He wants to hide you away from people that desperately need your help. And he couldn’t come with us anyway, he’s not clean enough. Not pure enough, he’d ruin everything. In fact, I’m toeing a line by being in this room with you! I’m not as pure or clean as you, either. The Manic One tolerates me enough to allow me to explain things to our blessed-to-be.”

“Explain things? And blessed-to-be?” Hisa blurts out

“Right, I haven’t explained a damned thing, have I? How idiotic of me,” he clears his throat, “We, The Children of Mania, care for our beloved deity. By caring for and feeding him, he purifies us. He cannot receive our prayers on his own, however; he needs a conduit. To do this, he tells his followers to prepare the purest among us to give to him. These people, we call the blessed ones. After his blessing, they can never be tarnished! Some have said he helps them reach a state of nirvana--”

“Feed him?” Hisa asks, interrupting. “Ah, right, I glossed over that, didn’t I? Yes, we must feed him. As I’ve said before, he can’t do this on his own. We give our sins to the blessed one, who receives it on our lord’s behalf. He consumes our sins and impurities through the blessed,” Leo pauses, giving him a second to process this, “If you receive our lord’s blessing, you’ll become impermeable. You’d never have to worry about someone robbing you of your purity, Hisa. You’d play a huge role in sustaining him and purifying the others as well! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Hisa’s silent, absorbing the information. The temptation in the air is palpable. “Fine then, since you idiots can’t seem to do it yourselves, I’ll help you. You’re useless without someone to purify you, aren’t you?” He states after a moment, cocky. Leo suppresses his sly smile, “Perfect! Before I present you to him, I need to prepare you. You’ll need to remain tied for this; it’s part of the process, you see.” Hisa nods as he pulls away, remaining sat up straight. Leo flits away to a shelf off to the side and rifles through the cabinet. It gives the smaller boy time to look around; the room is remarkably dark, he can’t see the walls or a door. The only light comes from a candle in a holder on the floor some distance in front of him. He can catch glints of gold, shimmering with the candlelight but he can’t figure out what the structure is. Leo appears in front of him suddenly with a tiny bottle. There’s a small amount of liquid in it, which shimmers with the light as well. “Open up for me, Hisa,” He sings, taking his chin in his hand. Hisa hesitates before opening his mouth. “Don’t spit it out, now, swallow it all,” Leo says as he pours it into the boy's mouth. He gulps it down, shivering as it slides down his throat. It feels like it coats everything it touches on its way down, like oil.

It burns when it hits his stomach and spreads quickly, touching every corner and crevice in him. He lets out an involuntary moan while Leo laughs. “Feels good, huh?” He teases. “What’ve you done to me?” Hisa exclaims. “It’s a simple drink, to open your mind for our lord,” the redheaded man says with a smirk. He kneels in front of the boy, setting the bottle down. Hisa’s body is almost feverishly warm, radiating it outwards. His tiny cock is hard already and painfully red. “So cute~” Leo murmurs, grabbing it between his pointer finger and thumb, making him moan again. “St-stop!” He wriggles around, trying to shake off his hand. Leo simply ignores him, carefully jerking his dick. “This is preparation for The Manic One, Hisa, I need to do this. This won’t ruin your purity, if you’re worried about that,” he finally says. Hisa curses and mewls and moans while Leo jerks him with two fingers until he’s leaking pre. “He won’t like you if you can’t hold out a bit longer,” he tells the boy with a scolding tone. Hisa looks up at him with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights. He withdraws his fingers, earning a pitiful whine. “Already such a little slut, missing my touch~”

He stands, picks up the candle and walks towards the oppressive darkness. “You can’t just leave me like this!!” The ravenette screeches. “Oh, I won’t leave you here, Hisa,” Leo responds, illuminating the darkness and revealing the thing Hisa’d seen; a large, fully enclosed palanquin decorated with gold. Leo grabs the handle on the door while chuckling, “Prepare yourself, Hisa. You’re about to meet a deity~” He pulls it open. The inside looks endless, like he’s looking up at the night sky. Leo sets the candle down, out of the way. He approaches Hisa and roughly grabs onto the rope harness, dragging him towards the palanquin. Hisa fights back on instinct. “Stop that, you petulant child,” Leo scolds, pulling him up to stand. He grabs his arm roughly, holding him in place in front of the endless void of the palanquin. He starts to untie Hisa’s ropes, letting them drop uselessly. As the ropes are untied, squelching sounds can be heard from the depths of the void. They get a bit louder each second. Writhing pink tentacles worm their way out, slithering their way from every angle and reaching for the doorway. Horror rises up in the bottom of Hisa’s stomach, he’s so tempted to try to run. Leo squeezes his arm as a reminder that he’s being held firmly in place, “Face our lord with courage, Hisa. Fear taints your soul and corrupts your mind.”

A slimy tentacle finds the warm skin of Hisa’s thigh. It wraps around his thigh and wanders upwards. Several more take hold of him, circling his ankles, wrists, legs and arms. Leo lets go quickly and backs away. “Have fun, Hisa! May The Manic One show you no mercy~” he calls. Another tentacle slinks its way around Hisa’s neck and lumbers towards his lips. With undulating motions, the creature starts to drag him into the palanquin. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss this thing out but doesn’t get a single sound out before the tentacle thrusts into his mouth.

When he’s inside, the door closes, leaving him in pitch black. Hisa whines against the tentacle slipping its way down his throat. It’s pleasantly slick and seems to fit in his throat perfectly, throbbing enticingly. He swallows involuntarily and milks out a liquid not unlike whatever he swallowed before; it coats every inch of his mouth and throat thickly and sticks and burns. It’s entirely tasteless and the tingling sensation is almost addictive. By now multiple tentacles are clinging to him, caressing and groping him while leaving slick trails in their wake. Two are wrapped around his abdomen, closing in on his perky little nipples. One pinches his left nipple painfully, twisting and massaging it. The other tentacle shivers, then splits open four ways and closes around his right nipple. It sucks greedily like it’s trying to milk him and only sucks harder when it finds nothing coming out. He lets out a moan, sending vibrations through the tentacle lodged in his throat. Several more tease at his hole, spurting out copious amounts of fluid. One wraps itself around his petite dick, jerking him roughly. Hisa can feel this thing pulling at him until he’s spread out in every way and he feels like he’s suspended in the air. He cums, all too easily. He screams, shivering through the pleasure of his first orgasm. Right at the tail-end of it, one of the creature’s tentacles thrusts into his tight ass, making him scream again. It’s not gentle in the slightest, treating his poor hole like it’s taken more than a few cocks before.

Each thrust makes lewd squelching sounds, which echo in the emptiness. The other tentacles still tease his asshole while he’s getting fucked, like they’re trying to push into him as well. Squeals, moans and groans are forced out of Hisa, though they’re muffled and awful gurgling and choking noises come out as well while that damned thing uses his throat like a fleshlight. The Manic One is relentless, quickly breaking the poor boy down physically while it whispers into his ears;

You’ll find true purity through debauchery.

Let yourself go, Hisa.

F̵̡͈̯̦̟̯̦͉ͧͧͫ̎̐̃̊̆̿̍̚iͣ̓̕n̵͉̯͕̳̘̍̍̿d s̹ą̵̭̖̣̘̗̝̹̺̲̬ͤ̏͐ͩͫͯ̎ͨ͆̀̃͡͠l̈́v̧̧̰̹̖̮̪̻̜̭͖̈́̆ͩͭ͐̔̔͐̀ͤ͑̓͟͟a̴̲̻̼͈̘̪͔̜͒̓͛̄̌̅̋ͩ̏̋̂ͤ̀̂͘͠t͕͇̥̺̠̲̣͇̂̾̀́͂̌̊į̷̵̬͉̭̫̣͈̲̃̈̋ͨ̆́ͥ͂͒̇͠o͚͙͈̫̼͍͉͚̮͍̫̓͑̇̂̍ͫ̉͑͗ͧ͘̚̚͞͝n̤̭̟͔̝̠̤̂̅͆ͣ͗ ţ̷̨̛̘͕͎̼̀ͭ̒̏ͧ̔͟͞͞h̴̛̫́ͯ͒ͤͩͦͯ̈̕͜rơ̟̯̻̗͓̲̜̪̻͊ͧͬ̇̌ͫͦͤͥ̌ͬ͋͘͟ͅṳ̸̦͉̝͂͐̓̋͊͒g̎h̶̷̷̨̢̝̞̥̘̜̺͈ͪ͊̒̓̌̀͐̐̈́̚͜ l̴̻͓̼̅̌̀̀̿̍ǔ̫̬ͤs̷͍̳̬͛́͑̓̃̏̈́̆͑̐͌t̡̩̝̩̥̤̫͖̺̬́̀̆̂͌̊̊̓͒ͭ̚͠ an̂̏̓̇ḑ̶̛͕̳̲͎͚̗̼̭͆̉̆̈̆͆̇ͤ̋̂́̓̉ͣ̕͡ d̴̡̩̱̬̬̺̳͕͍̤̫͆̇̊̇ͭ͐̔̎̍̔͗̕͠ȩ̵̛̛͔̗̫̮̖̞̳̹͐̾̓̏ͤ̂́̑̌̋ͤ̿ͫ̀̕v̴̸̱͈̻͔͌͊̊ͮ̒͂͟͡ͅi͇̮̮̫̮̮̫͙̫͆͐͋̾̑̎̏͢ą̴̧̣̞̬̰͙͇̬̰̲͙̪̫ͦ̆̎̊͗̿̓̉̐͋͂͘͝ͅͅṉ̜̉̈ͯc̴̡͍͓͇̙̙̭ͬ̒͂́̒͒̈e̘̱̾.

i did just go get my copy of ff7 rebirth so i do apologize for the person im about to become

yall. silver under nightfall.

Starting off the player bios, I wanted to have a collection of players that were a mix of "they could go either way" and "if they are the Mole I'm going to be so surprised", and I'm going to let you guys judge where you'd put any of 'em as I'm posting the bios before we get into the actual story posting. Namely I just wanna throw a buncha characters I either like a lot or find interesting to try writing for into this game just to see what'll come of it, hehe X3 Sidenote, I made up the town Boris lives in, but SFM has been confirmed to be set in Wyoming (rather than California like I had convinced myself of for some reason early on in my time with this game...woops XD )

And yes, people with the Smile For Me artbook, the character art here is based on one of the unused sprites >:3c

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friend and I have been talking about the concept of an alternate timeline where they didn’t kill off mine and instead, while laying low and trying to unlearn being Evil basically, as both penance for his actions and as a tojo-mandated involuntary vacation, he’s sent to okinawa (with some sort of supervision, of course) to work for morning glory. ie; mr. orphan hater has to help babysit orphans to pay for his orphan-related crimes and hopefully learn something in the process. shenanigans ensue.

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Hopping on this (late as well lmao) but @aurevell left it open for whomever and so I will!

Here's some more Nightfall, that twilight au I mentioned a bit ago. Say hello to Beacon Hill's High.

The next morning is his first day of school and with the start of all those new kids and teachers and no Allison–because apparently her mom and dad have her go to some fancy private school–Stiles ends up taking some of his emergency anxiety medication. Technically he isn’t supposed to also drive after taking one, but what his dad doesn't know won’t hurt him. It’s not as if he hasn’t done it before. News about his arrival must’ve gotten out somehow–small town gossip is a beast, really–because his arrival at the school is watched like a hawk. Every single person in the parking lot seems to catch sight of him at least once, and Stiles can practically feel their piercing stares as they try to look, look, look, underneath his skin and into the whole of him. He tries to turtle into his jacket and away from the many faces facing him, so he’s caught by surprise when someone actually approaches him and says something. “Um, what?” Stiles asks, missing what the person suddenly in front of him said completely. “You’re the Sheriff’s kid, right? Unpronounceable first name Stilinski?” The guy in front of him questions callously. He’s just this side of shorter than Stiles, and his face seems kind if curious. He’s kind of cute, Stiles guesses, but not really his type. “You mind if I get your picture for the yearbook?” He continues without waiting for an answer, lifting the camera hanging from his neck.  “I go by Stiles, and no thanks.” Stiles says even as the guy takes a picture anyway. He’s sure he’s grimacing in it and he really hopes it doesn't end up in the yearbook. “Oops–I’ll delete that later then, sorry.” The guy says sheepishly. “I’m Matt and–obviously I work with the yearbook club. They’ll probably wanna interview you–” Stiles interrupts the guy–Matt–and feels a little bad when he deflates. “No, no, they don’t need to do that. I’m sure you guys get new people all the time.”  “Not really.” “Oh, um, anyway I’ve gotta–get my schedule, figure out my classes–” Stiles starts backing away. “No problem! I’m sure Daniel or Heather will find you later about the interview. See you sometime–” Matt yells as Stiles rushes away, words lost in the crowded hallway. Stiles makes his way to the office after all but running away, face no doubt red from his embarrassment. He doesn’t really need to get a schedule, as his dad had already got it sorted out for him, but he figures that grabbing a map of the school wasn’t a bad idea. Anything to avoid high school paparazzi.

There's a bit not seen here between the last snippet and this one--y'all will have to wait for the whole thing to see it!