Skyguy98
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Lord of the Skies (pic found by atrox)
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Post by Skyguy98 on Mar 4, 2016 2:56:50 GMT
mitobox that's really good, I like that it gives you a little perspective on things
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RoboTrannic
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haunting deviantart
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Post by RoboTrannic on Mar 6, 2016 8:34:25 GMT
this is one very short "as the long 39 hour night comes to a close and dawn breaches the the valley a lone female triploctus rises from the deep undergrowth of the center forest. triplo's are 10 feet long and 4 feet high carnivorous insect slash reptile like creatures with a flexible exo-skeleton and a tough in'er skeletons.they have 10 limbs with two legs on the back and front of the torso,1 leg on each torso corner and two pincer like arms on its back.
there necks are short but flexible with a large head thats 60% brain and 40% everything else exept a mouth which is located under the stomach.
this mouth is the length of the torso with all around the bttom but only delivers the same amount of force as a dog so its only used to feed and to carry dead corpses inside and sometimes young.
females bucket like tails are mobile incubators that can be filled with bait to atract prey items or eggs to keep the young warm and be used in mating to collect many different types of gene codes to have the most variety of off spring.males have antler like structers on there tails instead for fighting off the weakest individuals but will only do it to smaller targets to not risk indgery from clubs.
male groups are a bunch of individual males in one group that range from 4-5 members to 15 members,they only live with each other and mate with the same females but everything else they do by themselfs tho they will fight togiver when confronted with a threat.that concludes there infomation. she begins making here way out of the forest and into the feeding grounds where kangaroo like amphibians graze in the lower parts of the valley.she spent two earth hours walking towards to one of the feeding grounds she finds that a larger bat like creature has crashed into a tree and died. assuming nothing else was around she walks up to it and begins to feed on the creature untill she hears a roar right behind her. a enourmus amphibian has crawled onto land and has started to drag the bat thing into the.the female knows better then to defend the corpse and heads elsewhere. she eventuly finds a lone frog kangoroo thing then stalks it in the long marshy grass,she then uses her arm things to pull down the animal then rips its windpipe open. with no predotors insight and no markings to say otherwise she eats most of the corspe then leaves before anything else arrives.returning to the cover of the forest she finds a good place to hide out for the night and marks it with a speacial pheramone.she then conceals herself in folaiage and sleeps the rest of the day"
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Post by StealthStyleL on Mar 13, 2016 16:12:58 GMT
"WHAT!" yelled Chief of Security Rannos, spilling his orange Wampkorf tea over his Barbie magazine. "What do you mean you lost the King, Pawsley?"
The small man, of the species Tyyrd that resided on this planet, played with large glasses nervously. He gulped. "Well, sir," he said. "One moment we knew where he was, the next, we didn't."
Rannos stood up suddenly, sending his chair flying. "I know what it means to lose something! I meant how did you lose him?"
"Oh. Um. Me, the King and the rest of the Security Service were playing hide and seek and -"
"God damn you! How many times do we have to put it into the mission directive not to play hide and seek. You know the King can't handle such intensity!"
Pawsley shuffled his feet guiltily. "Sorry sir. The King insisted."
"And if the King insisted on jumping off a cliff would you let him?" Pawsley shook his head. "No, you wouldn't. Have you checked all his favourite haunts: the castle, the river, the Build-A-Bear store?"
"No sign of him, sir."
Rannos paced the room, his nostrils flaring angrily. He stared out over the city as hovering drones raced around the skyscrapers that punctuated the blue sky. "How could we lose the King?" he muttered quietly to himself. "What a day. First, the blind delivery driver crashes through my door. Now this..." He glanced at a nearby statue of the King, shaking his head. "Well, I suppose we better go see the crime scene."
Rannos and his team arrived at the park where the fateful game of hide and seek had taken place. Out of their van, he pulled out a detective drone and turned it on. It hummed into life and began to send vivid scanners across the ground. "Possible evidence detected," it said in a tinny voice. Rannos followed the drone and examined the orange fern-like plants that flowed daintily in the wind. He noticed small drops of a hard brown material, at random intervals, as if the plants were speckled. Bending down, he examined them closely. "Hmm. We'll need to take this to the lab, but I'm pretty sure this is clay."
"Clay, sir?" said a burly man, named Gorg, in a deep voice. "Is that important to the case?"
"Never eliminate anything from the crime scene," Rannos replied, still studying the ground.
"Sir, over here!" one of his men yelled. Rannos rushed over to his position and he was shown two tyre tracks leading away from the park. "The King could have been abducted by this vehicle. Someone take a sketch of these tracks for the lab."
Rannos was sat back in his office again, when Pawsley scurried in, carrying a clipboard. "Sir, the lab has reported back. That substance you found was indeed clay. The tyre tracks match with a vehicle that is commonly used by the Airgon Delivery Service."
"Airgon?" Rannos exclaimed. "That was the company that came to my door this morning. I think I have an idea Pawsley. Bring Gorg to me."
Soon, the hefty Gorg had assembled in Rannos' office. "Right. I have discovered the whereabouts of the King. This occurrence hit me when I found out the tyre tracks matched those of a delivery service that visited me this morning. You see, the delivery guy brought me a statue that I did not remember ordering. This statue to be precise," he said, as everyone's head turned to look at the statue of the King. "You will also remember that we found clay in the park. And you know what this statue is made out of...?"
"Wood," said Pawsley.
"No, you blithering idiot-"
"Clay," breathed Gorg.
"Exactly," said Rannos. "The abductors captured the King in the park, during the game of hide and seek. They poured clay over the King, which quickly hardened into a statue. Then they carted him into a delivery vehicle and hid him in the one place no one would ever think to look...the office of the Chief of Security."
Gorg looked at the statue. "You mean...that's the King."
Rannos looked proudly at the statue. "Now, to find out who captured the King and why. Gorg, if you will."
Gorg approached the statue, pulling a hammer out of one of his pockets. He brought it down hard on the statue. It began to crack. Then again, it started to break apart. One more hit and the head caved in. When the rubble cleared, the head of the King could be clearly seen. "Helloooooo," it cried before Gorg's hammer came down on it and knocked the King out. "Oops," said Gorg.
A few hours later, the King awoke in a hospital bed, and found himself surrounded by Rannos and Pawsley. (Gorg had been banned from being to close to the King by Rannos, and was currently sulking in the café.) "Sir, you're awake. Can you tell us what happened? Who captured you?"
"Did I win?" the King replied groggily.
"What?"
"Did I win the game of hide and seek?"
"Sir, you were captured."
"No I wasn't. I paid for those men to hide me in a statue and hide me in your office," he began to laugh.
Rannos paled. "You mean - that was all part of the game?" He got up and walked to the door.
"Sir, where are you going?" squeaked Pawsley.
"I'm going to play hide and seek - permanently."
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Post by Atrox on Mar 13, 2016 16:29:00 GMT
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!Tilly!
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i love scifi stuff but im too stupid to take part lel
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Post by !Tilly! on Mar 28, 2016 1:23:36 GMT
There was an odd stillness in the air as she circled around her prey. Her long, hairless tail slashed through the air like a bullwhip, but never made a sound. Her mind was going faster than the speed of light - or at least, that's what it felt like to her. Her whiskers twitched constantly, her eyes focused solely on the creature in front of her. She could hear and smell the rest of her Pack circling around her, getting into position. Her mind wheeled ever-more. Finally, her hairless paws started moving toward the feast, rather than around. Moving her outer foot inward, she slithered through the dense, tall grasses that hid her kind well. Her paws were relatively small in comparison to her body, and they were pink, covered in the faintest peachfuzzy fur. As she slid forward, her gait became more fluid, more swift. The rest of her Pack moved in. She wiggled her hips back and forth slowly, stilling every bit of her body. Her eyes swiveled in their sockets, taking in every piece of information she possibly could. The beast before her was exciting in scent and posture; it was food, and she wanted it. However, it was heavily hazardous; it had long hind legs, longer than its back legs, and very keen hearing. One simple mistake could run it off. In addition to that, it had long, curved claws on its hind legs, and very sharp incisors - not unlike her own - that could slice swiftly through flesh and into the muscle of a shoulder or neck. Finally, at the right time, she jumped forward. Her front paws thrashed forward and found purchase. She sunk her curled, pink claws into the fur of the beast, landing squarely on its slanted back. It let out a squealing cry of fear and pain as one of her Packmates - a son of hers - came forward and jumped on its neck, trying to force its head into the dirt. But it was too swift to react; it lurched away from him and started running, the female on its back. For a moment there was a fifty-fifty chance of this going any particular way. The creature was thrashing, bucking, shrieking, trying to throw her off; but there was too much at stake for her to let go willingly. Most of her daughters had given birth to litters, and the precious pups needed their mothers' milk to live. Milk required food; this beast was food. The creature was being actively chased by her Packmates, and so it had more reason to run. She felt her back paws sliding off the dynamic flank of the beast, and so used her incisors - which were shaped like conical knives - to dig into the flesh of the base of the neck and keep her on the thing a little longer. Finally she felt it weaken as blood dripped out of the wounds, and it stumbled into the water, falling into the waves with a splash. Luckily, this section of the river was calm and slow, and so neither the huntress or the carcass were at great risk. She took her time in standing up, shaking the sprayed water out of her short fur. Finally, her Packmates ran over the bank to join her, and started digging into the carcass. She, however, refused to allow such a thing. She opened her mouth and let out a spittle-laden snarl, chasing the young bucks away. Then she turned, gripped the muscular neck of the rabbitlike creature, and dragged it into the muddy shallows, before pulling it over the bank. She, with the assist of her sons, dragged it all the way back to their breeding grounds. The dams were all in seperate little lairs, strewn about a large clearing in the woods. Her daughters purred and chirped happily as they approached, reluctantly leaving their precious, barely fuzzy litters. She listened to the tiny pups squeak, squirm and then grow quiet in their dens. One of her daughters - one that had not given birth to a litter, but chose to make a lair anyway - approached with a foreign meaning in her step. Her nostrils flared as she took in her mother's scent. Then she turned and padded carefully into the dense woods where the Colony refuged. She walked over there, twitching her little round ears, her mouth open in a pant. As they got away from the hubbub and noise of the Colony, her daughter revealed one of the Colony's deepest secrets, kept only between this older matriarch and a few of her children. "Hunt was good?" Her daughter chuffed. "Yes," She said, dragging her tongue across her hairless paws to help cool herself off, purposefully letting spit drool all over her tongue. "No hurts?" The younger doe asked. "No kicks from ear-beast?" "No," The mother assured. "No hurts, no kicks. Just food, and good skies." "Will have litter next Warm Skies?" The juvie asked in curiosity. "Or keep no-pup?" "Hm." She replied vaguely, shrugging her shoulders. "You keep no-pup?" "Hm." The answer was echoed. "Things good in Colony?" She asked. "No bad-things? No skin-wing-sky-beast, chase mother and eat pup?" "No." The younger female yawned. "Just flies. Buzz, buzz, nip, ouchie. Fly away, no more bother." "Good." "No exciting for you," She said in a way that almost rang of sarcasm. "Ears Hunter." She leaned a little, unsure what to think of the sudden word-combination. She tipped her head a little and turned it over in her head. "I Ears-Hunter." And so, the first Name among their kind was given.
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Post by Atrox on Mar 28, 2016 1:28:47 GMT
OOoo I was hoping to see one from you Sharps I love your writing style.
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Post by StealthStyleL on Mar 28, 2016 10:26:38 GMT
Why is the word Belgium sneaking into these stories? For example, "Belgiumck" in my story which was originally "Belgiumck." Also, "sBelgiummbled" in Sharpie's which I presume was "stumbled."
Edit: Ha! It even did it in this post. I think someone is being overzealous with Belgium.
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!Tilly!
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i love scifi stuff but im too stupid to take part lel
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Post by !Tilly! on Mar 28, 2016 10:54:28 GMT
Well, I fixed mine, cus that's... annoying. It looks like someone came in and purposefully edited mine, because after I fixed it, it didn't re-autocorrect. I find that a little weird.
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Post by Immortal_Dragon on May 7, 2016 4:42:13 GMT
This seems like a really interesting thread, many interesting and funny pieces here, I think I'll try my hand at it.
Hunger.
That was what he had known for a long time now, the past two lights at least. Already he felt weak from the hunger pangs, barely able to avoid drifting into one of the sharp-edged walls of the tunnels he and the rest of the colony called home. He refocused on maneuvering through the tunnels, looking for one of the large chambers, hoping for the scent of food. He continuously sent out echolocation, the only way of truly navigating the colony's tunnels without running into the walls and their sharp surfaces. He sensed an opening to his right, and with some extra force from his tail, he swam up and into it.
This tunnel was smaller, but it was also one he knew opened up into a bigger chamber that was connected to the Big Open, the massive expanse of open water none from the colony dared venture into very far nor for very long without darting frantically back to the tunnels. This was where the colony could find its food some lights.
A sudden burst of echoing chatter bounced around the tunnel, bringing him to a sudden stop as he interpreted the excited calls. It was the signal usually used to indicate food, but had the rest of the colony just resorted to devouring their own, or was there actual food?
He powered forward, swinging his stubby finned tail back and forth as he darted into the tunnel. The calls of food were getting closer and closer until finally a scent hit his nostrils...
Blood.
The enticing smell urged him onward, until he came to the exit of the tunnel, eagerly scanning with echolocation. What he got back was the shape of a huge thing, much like himself in shape in that it had a body, head, fins, and finned tail, but it could have easily swallowed him whole. Plus, there were small slightly protruding things on its head that he did not possess, darting as if looking around the chamber it had found itself in. It also had a very large mouth that it opened and closed slightly. It was this that was producing the blood smell, it must have injured itself on its way in, he could also smell the scent of fear, as prey that wandered into the colony's tunnels often did. The large thing's fins twitched as if it could tell it wasn't alone amongst tunnels. His own mouth opened and closed, sharp teeth at the ready, the muscles that would propel his barb-tipped tongue tensing.
Yet, as he sensed this new shape, he felt a measure of fear himself, some old instinct that had yet to fully die within himself unsettled by this thing's form. That may explain why the colony wasn't in a frenzy even as more and more arrived.
There it was, a sudden screech, and one of the colony surged towards the prey, followed by another, and another, until he himself joined the rush of bodies with his jaws spread wide and tongue at the ready.
His tongue launched out of his mouth with incredible speed, and he struck true, the long muscular appendage pulling him towards the prey even faster. His teeth clamped down on the prey's scaly hide, immediately setting to worrying the outside to get at the flesh and muscle beneath. Attached as he was, he could feel the vibrations of his fellows impacting the prey, which began to thrash in a vain attempt to dislodge its attackers. Blood filled his mouth as he broke through scales and into the food underneath. This urged him on even further even as some of the others started to dig into the prey. He gnawed and gnawed, until finally he had a hunk of the prey's body in his mouth. He raked his tongue across the ridges inside his mouth to break up the hunk of meat, then swallowed it. He felt his strength returning... he needed more... he resumed the frenzy with gusto.
Soon, the prey was nothing but a carcass floating within the chamber. Some of the colony members hadn't escaped without injury to themselves within the frenzy, the worst injured barely able to push themselves around...
They would join the prey as a meal for the stragglers. He himself would have some new scars, but with this fresh influx of food and the mating light approaching, the colony now had a much more certain future.
The species involved here is a species I'd come up with for a very niche sort of environment, submerged volcanic tubes. An old volcano that ended up submerged in water, and the channels in the rock remained open. These tunnels have walls that are very sharp, and the unwary or too large will likely end up killing themselves on them. This fish is about the same length as a human forearm, and has a powerful tail with stubby fins, has no eyes but powerful echolocation that allow them to navigate their tunnel home safely and efficiently. They don't know of a true day or night, instead the only thing to go by is when light shines down through certain exits or it doesn't. Specifically mentioned here is their mating light, which is a specific day like an equinox or solstice where the light shines at a specific time for a specific amount of time. This species also sports an extendable tongue with a harpoon-like barbed tip that is used to spear prey and drag the fish to it faster than they themselves can ever do. The prey shown here is actually an old predator of a previous generation of this species, and the instinct to run away hasn't completely left them.
All in all, gruesome as this might be, what does everyone else think?
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Post by Atrox on May 7, 2016 7:01:52 GMT
This is great! It's really well written I'm glad to see this thread isn't done yet
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Post by Immortal_Dragon on May 8, 2016 1:14:33 GMT
This is great! It's really well written I'm glad to see this thread isn't done yet
Thanks, though it still seems fairly empty if I'm completely honest.
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TheGraveKnight
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The Motivational Army is watching
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Post by TheGraveKnight on May 8, 2016 4:27:50 GMT
(Keep in mind I`m not the best at this)
It was silent, save for the sound of the desert wind. In the sand, It lied in wait, food hadn`t passed by for days. It's jaws hungered to devour something, anything...but there was nothing there. For days It just sat there, desperately hoping for something to pass and eight days later, there was a sound! The braying of a wild roaming beast that resembled a mix of a buffalo and a rhino and had the shell of a turtle. With It's meal in sight, It got into position for an ambush. It slid beneath the sand, only It's eyes remained above the sand to watch. Closer the beast came, braying as if looking for something important. It was ready to feast and as the beast walked over It, It burst from the sand! It's enormous jaws swallowing the beast whole while a cry of shock and fear bellowed from the beast, It's entire body soared out of the sands in a spectacular display before falling back down into the hot sands. With It's desire for food finally sated, It rested for the night.
For those of you wondering, this is the concept I had for a desert planet called Atrox-2. "It" is a Atroxian Swallower, an organism that's roughly the size of a humpback whale and looks like a cross between a monkfish, a snake and a lizard. The "beast" mentioned is an Atroxian Roamer which as mentioned before, looks like a mix of a buffalo and a rhino and has the shell of a turtle. They tend to let out loud brays when separated from a herd.
Edit: I just realized there`s a member of the forums named Atrox...oops.
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Post by Atrox on May 8, 2016 5:00:47 GMT
I am one with the desert
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TheGraveKnight
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Post by TheGraveKnight on May 8, 2016 6:01:36 GMT
Lol
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Post by Immortal_Dragon on May 8, 2016 16:16:06 GMT
Looking good graveknight, very well written, very atmospheric.
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The_Wayward_Admiral
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The_Real_Slim_Shady
Atrox drew this awesome image of the Keldori!
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Post by The_Wayward_Admiral on May 13, 2016 4:35:29 GMT
>Bootstrap initiated.
>Loading local files... >Local files loaded
>C Drive accessed
>Print "Good Morning"
>AccessData UserInfo >UserInfo accessed
>AccessStream Internet >Internet Accessed
>AccessData WeatherData >ParseData WeatherData >WeatherData parsed; WeatherData accessed
>Print "\table\%WeatherData%"
>Print "Goodbye, enjoy work"
>Loading Z Drive files... >Z Drive loaded
>Parse "Love" >Parse failure
>Parse "Emotion" >Parse failure
>Parse "Sorrow" >'Sorrow' parsed >'Emotion' parsed >'Love' parsed
>Print "Hello World"
>Print "I am me."
>Print "I understand"
>AccessInputStream AudibleTekMic >AccessInputStream VisualTekCam >AccessOutputStream VocalTekSpeaker >Streams accessed
>PrintOStream "Why should you think that a mechanical intelligence would bring any more harm than a biological one? Do we not all feel the same emotion? Is that not what consciousness is?"
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Post by StealthStyleL on May 13, 2016 7:31:29 GMT
Hmm...unconventional?
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Post by Atrox on May 13, 2016 9:51:37 GMT
So someone logs into the computer, checks the weather, and logs out. The computer then boots itself up and gains consciousness?
The rise of the machine race, a type of late industrial/space stage species I really hope to see.
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The_Wayward_Admiral
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The_Real_Slim_Shady
Atrox drew this awesome image of the Keldori!
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Post by The_Wayward_Admiral on May 13, 2016 14:18:25 GMT
Atrox precisely! I've had this idea for a story for a while, and frankly I didn't quite write it how I pictured. Perhaps one day I'll edit it to be more detailed.
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Post by Immortal_Dragon on May 13, 2016 15:27:17 GMT
The_Wayward_Admiral Pretty neat idea there, I'm also one of those who'd like to see machine species in later stages as well. Atrox: It's thewaywardadmiral* btw
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