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8 days ago
Current I feel sorry for you if you let AI generate ANY of your prose. Real hack work. That goes for images too.
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16 days ago
They should give me the power to blow up homophobes with my mind, I think
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24 days ago
Dead internet theory doesn't really feel like a theory sometimes
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1 mo ago
Walked along the sand dunes of the Sahara desert for 40 days and 40 nights with nothing but a pack of Newports and a fifth of Henny. I really do this shit
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8 mos ago
These cops are interrogating me about an ounce of weed as if I didn't kill an Applebee's hostess two miles away
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If @Enarr is down for it, these clowns could be fun. They'd probably be mooks or some distraction from one of The Light's grander plans, but it could still be a fit for an early scrap.
Tried some tense switching shenanigans in Hayden's first post, let me know if it's too janky or anything and I'll adjust accordingly.
Hayden is a hunter, ravenous and deadly. Her haunches crash against the sheet metal as she runs, sending reverberations and the hefty clack of her claws with each footfall. It is dark in the cave, a metal straight shot defined only by pockets of off-pink foliage that she knows she mustn’t eat. Her body slams against the steel wall as she barrels around a corner, braving the blow with nary a whimper. Her prey is close; there is a hint of its succulent aroma in the air.

She finds the cave’s exit, a narrow portway leading to the under canopy below. She takes it, claws skittering as she forces her scaled body through the opening. She drops to the forest floor and stumbles across its slick surface before regaining her footing. She senses other hunters in the dark, their distant footfalls and the tittering of hungry animals. She hears the mice that live in the darkest, quietest corners of the jungle where they gnaw out their existence. She considers refocusing her hunt to dine on the delicacy. She imagines their plump little bodies still holding the weight of their greasy autumnal fat. But she knows her real prize is far more valuable.

She ascends to the canopy. Her mouth fills with saliva that pours out in rivulets beyond her fangs. Her feast is close. There is another cave, one she must pry her way into with the hook-claws on her feet. The cave opens to her, and she is finally upon her prey.

She rends its soft skin apart with her hind claws and gulps mouthfuls of the sweet and cold flesh inside. She is dimly aware of the cave sealing behind her and the cold closing around her, but all that exists now is the bountiful meat disappearing down her gullet and filling her belly.

By the time she has devoured her prize she detects the unnatural hum echoing through the forest walls, seeping into the cave around her with a wash of bitter cold air. She snarls and reels backward, dragging her prey’s corpse along as she moves for the mouth of the cave.

She pushes the cave’s face aside to see that the jungle is now alive with light, a dozen miniature suns shining brilliantly to the brush below. The others have arrived, betrayed by their clumsy footfalls and the high squeals of their voices.

The taste for the hunt began to ebb in the dinosaur as her claws clicked against the tile. Her snout folded backwards and the dimples of her nose retreated beneath the cartilage of an appendage that had not been there moments ago. Names and feelings bubbled into her heart as her bones lengthened and her skin softened. She reached her full height as her scalp populated itself with hair follicles, running down loose to her shoulders.

She made a count of the others as she took her first full breath on human lungs, outside the bitter cold of the freezer. Six had already turned up; she’d need to attack the rest of the fridge quickly if she wanted to sate her diet… But the others had to eat, too. Hayden’s stomach growled.

Hayden tucked the vivisected remains of the box of Big Belly Brand Dinosaur Chicken Tenders under her arm and her hands came back to pull her brown hair into a ponytail. Something rolled in the box -- she had missed one! She popped the cold nugget in her mouth and looked to Cee.

“Movie time?” She asked around a mouthful of frozen chicken.
Can we have our first mission dictated over a munchie filled showing of Big Trouble in Little China?


Well, if movie night's on the table...
Really urgently important question!!

What is your characters favourite meal?


@DocTachyon Hayden is probably the youngest human Dandelion has ever met, and they're still wrapping their head around the idea of "maturity" so they treat him about the same as anyone else: new best friend!


Cool! I was actually thinking that Hayden and Dandy would probably be particularly good friends. They're both non-binary and both outsiders to a degree. I think Hayden has something of a fascination with space (second only to dinosaurs) and likely bombards Dandy with questions about what its like out there, and what its like on their homeworld. Also, since Dandy is also a shapeshifter type, Hayden is ecstatic to teach them as much as he can about dinosaurs. Presumably Dandy would be able to assume most dino forms that they've seen Hayden use?
Hayden is another one of those that I think reasonably could have joined at any time. @Hillan what do you think Julian's thought process was for letting someone so young onto the team?

One angle that I thought of was that Hayden's been around since the early days, but was never technically considered for formal membership. Just kind of turned up on the doorstep and has stuck around since, always finding a way to break back into the compound/base/whatever any time they're kicked out or encouraged to leave.

But I'm totally open to suggestions, don't really have any hard and fast plans.

Here's a question for everyone: how does your character feel about someone so comparatively young being on/adjacent to the team?
So... Who wants a pet dinosaur?
So who's everyones favourite characters (other than their own, bonus points on why)?


@Bork Lazer 's Platypus steals the show. Somehow Bork can make me laugh like no one else on this site, like he did with this drunken masterpiece (also, for funny sheets, I have to mention this from @rocketrobie2). Playtpus is so cool because it takes a genuinely funny joke concept and then goes on to elevate it into a real character that's got a lot of heart to him. This is the sheet that inspired me to join the game. The idea of taking a shitpost idea like that and weaving it into something cool is really appealing to me. If Bork can maintain that mix of comedy and genuine character development in the game (as I'm sure he can), we'll be in for a helluva time.

If I had to pick a character that cannot lay eggs, I'm going with @ML 's Boxbender. The stranger the power the more I tend to like a concept, and this guy's power is certainly out of the box. Add to that the fact that he's more or less a normal joe in a world of cyborgs, aliens, and alien-cyborgs, does a lot to sell the concept for me, he's positioned to be a wonderful straight man.
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