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I am amused by the Valve references in the strikeout. I kinda want to play L4D again, but there's no one on the 1 servers anymore, and having the infected from 2 breaks the immersion for me. :/
Lugia said
Maybe there are ways other than Steam to get that game.After all, I got it, and we both know that I don't have a Steam account.
Howe is it even possible for a PC gamer to not have a Steam account these days...? I mean, I understand what you're implying, but still...
Not particularly, but I don't feel comfortable posting when I posted next to most recently...
Minarawr said
I might just edit my entire form to make a kumiho (nine tailed fox), cause I can't find more on cockatrice.
KaBling said
Usually it isn't.We had two kitsunes listed as 'Animelious' in the original DA, which were basically foxes with extra tails. (I'm sure you already know that.)Edited my IC post. Didn't feel right.
I'll just put this here. They're saying this not because the creature concept isn't sound, but because the people in the world wouldn't yet know what to call it when it happened.
Sandy wasn't an engineer. He wasn't entirely certain why he had elected to take a look at the solar cells on the roof of the facility that fed the massive capacitors that powered the labs in case of a blackout. He certainly couldn't make heads or tails of them himself. Maybe it had more to do with the fact that he had to verify what Marie had said for himself. In the half-hour since she'd found him in the lab, he'd grown more accustomed to what had become of his body, though that didn't mean he had to like it. From here, he certainly didn't like what he saw. The campus, and the city beyond it, was in ruins. It was a miracle that the labs were still standing. While some buildings still stood, he could see the crumbled up concrete and steel, and the creatures that now inhabited it. He watched solemnly - in far more detail than he would have liked - as a.... thing seemingly made out of stone beat a creature that looked a lot like Marie to death first with an uprooted tree, then with its... were those fists?
It was as bad as she'd said. But he still could not get a grasp on what had driven these people to this degree of violence...
"I didn't find anyone else," he heard Marie shout, apparently from the front entrance. Somehow, she must have known that it was not just his eyes that had improved.He had to wonder, though, who or what else had heard her. A quick stroll to the edge of the roof confirmed her location. In some ways, he almost envied her; she was several times his size now, she'd managed to remain bipedal while he'd been reduced to crawling on all fours like... "If you're done up there, you should probably get down here so we can find somewhere to hide out until we can figure out what to do." She was clearly taking charge here, a notion that somewhat relieved Sandy. If she was the one thinking about their survival, than he could set his mind to other tasks, such as the possibility of flight, which was being demonstrated by several beings he could make out hovering around the cityscape. I can do that. This peculiar thought startled him at first; the building was at least sixty feet [about eighteen meters] tall, and if he were to take flight, he would only be going higher. Then he remembered that he wasn't human anymore. His wings unfurled almost reflexively. He felt like he was meant to do this. Like he'd always been. His talons pushed off the side of the roof.
And he flew.
Sandy could feel the air rushing around him as he, rather than falling, glided smoothly and cleanly; it was almost like another sense, built into this body. He could almost 'see' the thermals, the currents, every tiny breeze.He wanted to enjoy this feeling. But he knew he had a job to do. "I'm going to go ahead and scout out the area. I'll be back when I find somewhere safe," he called to Marie, hoping he'd be heard over the wind, before picking a direction and setting off. Finding a temporary haven was only the beginning. He needed power. He needed equipment. And probably most of all, he needed fresh corpses.
He was going to get to the bottom of this. No matter what.
It was as bad as she'd said. But he still could not get a grasp on what had driven these people to this degree of violence...
"I didn't find anyone else," he heard Marie shout, apparently from the front entrance. Somehow, she must have known that it was not just his eyes that had improved.He had to wonder, though, who or what else had heard her. A quick stroll to the edge of the roof confirmed her location. In some ways, he almost envied her; she was several times his size now, she'd managed to remain bipedal while he'd been reduced to crawling on all fours like... "If you're done up there, you should probably get down here so we can find somewhere to hide out until we can figure out what to do." She was clearly taking charge here, a notion that somewhat relieved Sandy. If she was the one thinking about their survival, than he could set his mind to other tasks, such as the possibility of flight, which was being demonstrated by several beings he could make out hovering around the cityscape. I can do that. This peculiar thought startled him at first; the building was at least sixty feet [about eighteen meters] tall, and if he were to take flight, he would only be going higher. Then he remembered that he wasn't human anymore. His wings unfurled almost reflexively. He felt like he was meant to do this. Like he'd always been. His talons pushed off the side of the roof.
And he flew.
Sandy could feel the air rushing around him as he, rather than falling, glided smoothly and cleanly; it was almost like another sense, built into this body. He could almost 'see' the thermals, the currents, every tiny breeze.He wanted to enjoy this feeling. But he knew he had a job to do. "I'm going to go ahead and scout out the area. I'll be back when I find somewhere safe," he called to Marie, hoping he'd be heard over the wind, before picking a direction and setting off. Finding a temporary haven was only the beginning. He needed power. He needed equipment. And probably most of all, he needed fresh corpses.
He was going to get to the bottom of this. No matter what.
Because of the lack of precedent from a world-building angle, is the reasoning I draw from that...
"Ugh, my head," Sandy groaned as he tried to stumble to his feet. Everything from the night before seemed to be a blur. Where had he gone to bed? Had he even gone to bed? From what he could tell even before opening his eyes, he was still in the lab. He could also tell that he was having some trouble standing properly, like his legs wouldn't unfold for whatever reason... Come to think of it, everything felt... off. Not wrong, but not familiar. For some reason he felt like he had a second pair of arms. As his eyes fluttered open, everything WAS a blur. Sandy instinctively groped about for his glasses before realizing that the frames were right at the edge of his field of view. Tentatively, awkwardly, he reached up a hand to remove them.
For a moment, he was confused when he saw a claw in his field of view. This isn't my finger... he said to himself. And yet this impossibility could explain why his body didn't feel like his own. What the hell happened last night? Hesitant as he was, he had to know what happened. Off came the glasses. As they fell to the ground, the first thing he noticed was that his perspective had changed. He had to be no bigger than a large dog. While this in itself was concerning, he could already tell that his eyes were vastly superior to what they were before It was like upgrading from a small CRT to a gigantic 8K display. The difference was incomparable. Whatever had happened, at least it had some benefits. He glanced down at himself, and found his arms covered in feathers, ending in the talons of a bird, the tatters of his coat and clothes hanging around them. "This is impossible," he said aloud. There was no one there to hear him... Or so he thought.
"Professor? Is that you?" It was the voice of someone he knew. One of his brightest students; Marie, her name was. They had previously discussed at length the idea of the ecosystem and the creatures in it were in and of itself being a living thing, regardless of what it was composed of. Oddly enough, she was the only one of his students who insisted on calling him 'Professor,' rather than his nickname, 'Sandy.' And yet, when he brought himself to look in the direction from which the voice had come, there was a sort of... reptilian monstrosity standing in her place. Even from this distance, it clearly dwarfed him; he wasn't entirely sure how it had gotten into the building. It had deep red scales, as well as... were those wings sprouting from its back? That might have explained the second pair of arms he felt attached to his shoulders. For a moment he experimented with opening and closing them, his head turned over his shoulder for the first time; they appeared to be functional. He would have asked, 'what the hell are you?' but he didn't feel he was in much of a position to ask.
He could only assume that the same kind of thing had happened to her... Exactly how far did this spread? This city? This state? The country? The world? However far, he could only imagine the long term repercussions... And he couldn't say he liked the prospect. "Marie, I can't help but feel that a lot of my life's work went down the drain last night."
She grimaced. A toothy thing, but at least it reminded Sandy that that face had once been human. "Perhaps it did, but I have no idea. All I know is that the city is in chaos. I tried getting in touch with everyone who's address I knew, and they either weren't there, or they'd... changed. Just like you, just like... me." She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "I don't think there's anyone left. Everyone's turned into these... things. And they're all out there, killing each other." Sandy stood there, dumbfounded. He must have heard her wrong. Even if they weren't human anymore, most people wouldn't have degenerated so far as to start murdering whoever they saw on the streets... Would they? He took a moment to process this, but his brain would not - could not - comprehend.
He restated, this time aloud, "what the hell happened last night?"
For a moment, he was confused when he saw a claw in his field of view. This isn't my finger... he said to himself. And yet this impossibility could explain why his body didn't feel like his own. What the hell happened last night? Hesitant as he was, he had to know what happened. Off came the glasses. As they fell to the ground, the first thing he noticed was that his perspective had changed. He had to be no bigger than a large dog. While this in itself was concerning, he could already tell that his eyes were vastly superior to what they were before It was like upgrading from a small CRT to a gigantic 8K display. The difference was incomparable. Whatever had happened, at least it had some benefits. He glanced down at himself, and found his arms covered in feathers, ending in the talons of a bird, the tatters of his coat and clothes hanging around them. "This is impossible," he said aloud. There was no one there to hear him... Or so he thought.
"Professor? Is that you?" It was the voice of someone he knew. One of his brightest students; Marie, her name was. They had previously discussed at length the idea of the ecosystem and the creatures in it were in and of itself being a living thing, regardless of what it was composed of. Oddly enough, she was the only one of his students who insisted on calling him 'Professor,' rather than his nickname, 'Sandy.' And yet, when he brought himself to look in the direction from which the voice had come, there was a sort of... reptilian monstrosity standing in her place. Even from this distance, it clearly dwarfed him; he wasn't entirely sure how it had gotten into the building. It had deep red scales, as well as... were those wings sprouting from its back? That might have explained the second pair of arms he felt attached to his shoulders. For a moment he experimented with opening and closing them, his head turned over his shoulder for the first time; they appeared to be functional. He would have asked, 'what the hell are you?' but he didn't feel he was in much of a position to ask.
He could only assume that the same kind of thing had happened to her... Exactly how far did this spread? This city? This state? The country? The world? However far, he could only imagine the long term repercussions... And he couldn't say he liked the prospect. "Marie, I can't help but feel that a lot of my life's work went down the drain last night."
She grimaced. A toothy thing, but at least it reminded Sandy that that face had once been human. "Perhaps it did, but I have no idea. All I know is that the city is in chaos. I tried getting in touch with everyone who's address I knew, and they either weren't there, or they'd... changed. Just like you, just like... me." She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "I don't think there's anyone left. Everyone's turned into these... things. And they're all out there, killing each other." Sandy stood there, dumbfounded. He must have heard her wrong. Even if they weren't human anymore, most people wouldn't have degenerated so far as to start murdering whoever they saw on the streets... Would they? He took a moment to process this, but his brain would not - could not - comprehend.
He restated, this time aloud, "what the hell happened last night?"
Better than most North American shows out there... England and Japan are my go-to places for a good science fiction tale these days. >.>
What about from anime?
Also, I'll have an introductory post up very soon. By the way, KaBling, you've yet to add my accepted CS to the character list.
Also, I'll have an introductory post up very soon. By the way, KaBling, you've yet to add my accepted CS to the character list.
KaBling said
Has anyone noticed the sudden influx of scientists? Now I have to change my own character's profession. Good job trying to survive the apocalypse for a mere extra human post.
Sorry about that; I just like the idea of a man having to watch as everything he's taken for granted gets ripped away piece by piece. It'll be hard on him, essentially having to start all his research from scratch with minimal equipment (and I'm going to assume NO volunteers)...
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