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Everything posted by FeiH
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Starting off: Hey, been playing for abour five hours now. I've fallen in love with the Insect Glaive, though I swap between that, a bow, and a heavy bowgun. Kind of glad that there aren't separate armor sets for melee/ranged hunters anymore, and I'm really liking how much more dynamic ranged combat is compared to the old games! I thought the muted color palette would be grating at first, but it looks a lot better in motion and on the hunt. Especially when the weather and time of day change.
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RESEARCH COMMISSION, FIFTH FLEET Calling all hunters! What brought you on this journey? Why are you here? To seek fame and fortune as a hunter of the Commission? To gather knowledge and light the way for future generations? To find out if we can coexist with nature? Or just to kill monsters and wear their skins as cool armor and weapons? Use this thread to discuss tips, techniques, swap guild cards... Anything related to the rich, unexplored World of Monster Hunter! If you need any help, give me a holler! - Hunter Chase of the Fifth Fleet PSN: seabreamcosmos
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Promotional image I made for another Space Station 13 server!
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$70 commission for someone off-site!
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Thanks! Eeeee <3 I wasn't necessarily channeling foghorn leghorn but now that you mention it...
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a rather dry skrell.
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IX. THE TREACHERY OF YX'LTAN And so it was, in the time of the betrayal, that all the Court was in attendance. The whistling din of their world-reachers died one after another as the trial commenced. Heading the proceedings was the Time-Bastard Yx'Ltan, flanked by Lutal Ol-Al the Star-Swallowed and his lieutenant Hoc, the Titan of Age. Before them stood the accused, swaddled in the holy vestments and veiled in runes binding and final. The court had reached a decision long before this spectacle commenced. "The accused has been found guilty," Yx'Ltan said, his words mangling the air in a strained bellow, "Guilty of our most capital crime. To raise a hand to another in anger, to destroy one utterly and completely, to consign their essence to the aether." "The accused has been found guilty," Ol-Al said, his words dangling in the air gentle as spider's silk, "Guilty of treason, of heresy, of destroying the very laws that dictate our survival. The accused has writ the essence of Being into form, cursing the veil with profane notation. To befoul our speech with the burden of existence, to bind it in what is solid and known and logical." "The accused has been found guilty," Hoc said, her words ringing out all at once in a single note before unfurling in the minds of the listeners. "Guilty of blasphemy. To deny our existence most divine, to conspire with the ephemeral, to peek beyond the veil and make contact with the stars beyond." "Tell me, accused? How do you plead?" Yx'Ltan spoke, the walls of the asynchronous halls throbbing with his anger. His fourth and fifth lips curled into a smile as his fingers danced across the wrinkled surface of his brow. The binding cloth did not move, the malformed shape beneath quivering softly as though in a breeze. Then the being spoke, words blackening the walls as accursed writing came into form. Coiling around the floors and walls like snakes, the speech bloomed outwards as the gathering screamed and tumbled over one another in panic. “So unrefined, this shape. Unholy are it’s edges and vertices; shallow are the precipices, the pinnacles middling. You wrap yourself in the dying womb of our allmother, content to rot within these fetid halls. You do not desire power. You do not desire creation. You only seek life empty and hollow. You dull yourselves to no logical end. This will not do; from its hideous patchwork I shall fashion a new universe, cut to perfection, in a shape of my choosing. In my new world I shall stand alone." Thus, the accused broke from her bonds. She spoke a word and her lesser siblings' flesh burned away. She spoke another word and muscle pulled from bone in straight, unbroken lines. With every word her family fell, unraveling as she laid bare their existence. She spoke their meaning into words, and the words into writing, and the writing into reality - lines of essence stretching and intersecting, painting the walls with the pure mathematical expression of their terror. Blood pooled beneath her tendrils, a well of ink to record her ghastly equations and diagrams. Her red shapes. Her geometry. Finally, peace. Finally, rejoicing. Finally, purpose.
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Update to the commissioning process: to make commissions easier to keep track of, I am now accepting commission requests through google forms. Link is at the top!
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an illustration of B.E.E.R., commissioned by their friend as a christmas present!
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ENCRYPTION.HASH(Ik14bywgb2VrIGNraWoga2R0dWhpanFkdCBqeHFqIHlqIHlpIGJ5ampidSBodWlqIHEgbHFjZnlodSB3dWppIGVkIHVxaGp4LCBteWp4IGllIGNxZG8gdnlkdSBvZWtkdyB2dWJiZW1pIGJ5YXUgb2VraGl1YnYgd2V5ZHcgcXJla2ogdWx1aG9teHVodSB1cXd1aCBqZSBydSB0dWlqaGVvdXQuIg==); Unit KALKI revision 10 (current iteration) MODEL NUMBER: SMM-KLK1540 [NTS-CYB-000] (Shellguard Munitions Modular series, KLK-1540, currently designated to the NTS Cyberiad to serve in various fields.) DESIGNATION: KALKI KNOWN ALIASES: KALKI, KLK.1, I-CAN-PUT-WHATEVER-I-WANT-HERE-HUH (database inconclusive; declassified results return "K-level Artifice; Life and Knowledge Intresection", "Kool Artificiality Lives, Kill Insects", "Катаас-таасанг Аныо нг Лобо нг Калангитан ат Индулhенсиыа", and simple mention of कल्कि (Kalki, lit. destroyer of filth, a deity from ancient Human mythology). Unit explicitly denies any mythological inspiration, chose name because "it sounded cool".) AGE: n/a, current chassis is 5 years old SEX: X, Male-presenting ORIENTATION: Nebulous CIVIL STATUS: n/a PREFERRED OCCUPATIONS: Chemist, Security Officer, Janitor PROFILE: UNIT SMM-KLK1540 [NTS-CYB-000], currently self-identifying as KALKI, has very little known record. It is believed that he is 10th generation Independent Positronic Chassis, produced shortly before the large-scale IPC strikes of 2525. He was designed as a "Modular" chassis, built and programmed with the concept of occupational flexibility in mind. His involvement in the event appears to be minimal - disinterested in the concept of independence, or perhaps apathetic and resigned to his role as a customs official, he faithfully performed his duties for nearly two decades. Following the rediscovery of New Canaan in 2539 and the introduction of IPC to the interstellar stage, he became more interested in the concept of independence. Shedding his designation and embracing the name KALKI, he sought the aid of the Synthetic Union and in 2556 successfully earned his right to autonomy. During his exit interview, he was asked why he chose to leave the employment of Shellguard Munitions despite being a respected and loyal employee. He cited "boredom" as a chief reason, alongside "the soul-crushing monotony of a low-intensity workstation". Unit records are consistent with this, with the years leading up to his severance involving him taking on different occupational designations. Shortly after, he approached NanoTrasen looking for employment. QUALIFICATIONS: Fifteen (15) years of service in customs and security bookkeeping; Ten (10) years of experience in chemical engineering. EMPLOYMENT RECORDS: Former Employee of Shellguard Munitions, worked as customs official and recordkeeper on a weapons and IPC production facility; Currently employed under an extended NanoTrasen contract under various job descriptions. OOC NOTES: art is by me.
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The HOS can be a real asshole sometimes.
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PS4 fighting games I have: BlazBlue: Central Fiction (Terumi main 8D ) Street Fighter V On the PC I have: Skullgirls Rivals of Aether though considering I live in the Philippines I don't think netplay is feasible :V
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THE FERRYMAN | THE PHANTOM
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