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Creepazoids, Series 3: Nitro Extreme!!

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Creepazoids, Series 3: Nitro Extreme!!

NIIIIITRRROOOOOO EEXTREEEEEEME! In the distant year 199X, humanity has consolidated into enclaves of condensed commerce. These graffiti-spattered, neon-lit corporatocracies are self-sufficient, standing starkly over the nuclear wasteland as beacons of hope and culture. In one such city-state, the aptly named Mall City, a Nitro Extreme tournament is held every ten years to determine the new Mall Warrior, the unchallenged ruler of Mall City. This year, challengers are plenty and plenty powerful. Who's the baddest dude on the block, the sickest shredder or hardest hitter? Who's got what it takes to claim the crown and reign...Extreme? Each Nitr

Creepazoids Sneak Peek!

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Creepazoids Sneak Peek!

Hey all! To celebrate MurderousAutomaton's release of the first Creepazoid toy line, I've decided to release some bios for Creepazoids in the upcoming series! CTHEODORE (Version 2) CREEPAZOID #282 "Have you tried annihilating known reality and creating it again?" Creep Type: Eldritch Support Creep Level: Uncontested Cute Level: **** Threat Level: ***** Favorite Food: Nyarla-cola Brand Soul Drink, Brine Flavor Pet Peeves: Mismanagement, idiot bosses Special Features: I Glow Underwater! Submerge me in water and turn out the lights to see my eyes and computer screen glow! This Creepazoid has been with Deify Softworks for strange aeons now, and

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 3: The Quantum Queen

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Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 3: The Quantum Queen

...llegations of the Black Death are completely fabricated by our rivals. Come on down to the Bubo & Co. Flea Shelter, where you can adopt your very own infestation! And now, on with the show!... Our drive into the Redbot Republik was nearly silent. Overkill was not the most vocal nor the most gracious host, but at least his Wreckreational Vehicle was stocked with such amenities as the concept of water (an empty water cooler) the suggestion of food (a refrigerator with a few moldy grapes at the bottom) and the probability of air conditioning. These were quite enough for me, as I thrive on potential and possibility. A-1 sat in the passeng

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 2: The Kill Krew

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Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 2: The Kill Krew

...at's only some of the wonderful things you can do with depleted uranium around the house! Remember to ask for Youranium, the household heavy metal! And now, back to your favorite program... Where was I...? We met Rat Rod. We raced for a few miles. Right. The Kill Krew. Rat Rod raced ahead, muffler-cannon trained on his enemies, and cackled, "Come on, you scrap-skulled sellouts! Lemme show you how a real creep does battle!" I encouraged A-1 to guide his steel steed off of Rat Rod's wake, but the little chessbot took quite a bit of encouragement. "Come now, A-1, he's going to try and distract them so we can get away." "01010011 01101111 00

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 1: A1's Odyssey

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Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 1: A1's Odyssey

Millennia ago, the current ruler of this plane was, though he might object to the term, just another robot. It was only when he picked up a taste for violence and jaunty hats that the Murderous Automaton gave rise to a new world order. Nestled away in my comfortable cubicle beyond time and space, I observed his rise to power with great interest. After all, wars and revolutions deliver in a surplus of numbers. Head counts, body counts, bullet counts, emotional toll, spiritual trials, all sorts of things that my bureau tracks and quantifies. Pardon me. I ought to introduce myself. SMITH CREEPAZOID #16 "If you'll sign here, provide a mnemonic p

Creepazoids Series 1, Part 2: Worlds, Incorporated

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Creepazoids Series 1, Part 2: Worlds, Incorporated

...st delicious anthracite-based cereal in your local supermarket! Next time you're shopping, just look for Carbon Crispies! And now, back to your favorite program!... Very shortly afterward, they were aboard a rustic riverboat, an ancient steam-powered thing, traveling upriver to Parts Unknown (only halfway there, Old Salt explained; going all the way to Parts Unknown rarely helps). Helena buffed her horns, tail swishing about her ankles, and Clocky practiced twirling his cane between talons. Old Salt entertained them at length with tales of the seas when he was a fearsome pirate (alas, those are stories for another day) when a whistling sh

Powerful

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Powerful

 I don’t have time. That’s what everyone tells me. Or rather, that’s what everyone is trying desperately not to tell me, but it’s what they’re all saying behind their balloons, trays of cookies that end up eaten only by nurses, cards for my thirteenth birthday that arrive six months early. I don’t have time. That’s fine. I can make time. I gather my resources, all my hidden reserves of strength, that power you can only tap into when you’re in danger—my dad did it once, catching the front end of a car and lifting it when my sister crawled under it during his repair work. I’m always

Creepazoids Series 1, Part 1: Leaving Hayseed

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Creepazoids Series 1, Part 1: Leaving Hayseed

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, and not terribly far away, there was a farmstead in the wide-open fields of Nowhere: Hayseed Farm. (In point of fact, it was meant to be "Haydees Farm," but the notary public who drafted the deed was sadly myopic.) Here lived a happy family of perfectly ordinary individuals. But their happiness was not to last. As the yearly dust storm ravaged Hayseed Farm, the farmer and his family found that the iron-rich topsoil needed to grow their famous blood turnips was nearly stripped away. When a wicked entrepreneur heard of this tragic turn of events, he offered to buy the farm for its current market value, bu

75 Feet from Home

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75 Feet from Home

 I watch it desperately from the window. I’ve come to understand the window as a barrier, but I still feel it’s unfair for me to be trapped in here and still be able to see home. They want this to be my home, but it isn’t, not when I can still see the barn where I had my first children. I hate watching it from the window but I can’t tear myself away. I cry pitiably, eliciting only low, warm rumbles and murmurs from the masters of the house as they pass by, scratching my ears. I lower myself to my side and watch the shadows rise across the barn’s wall as the sun goes down. I’m so close. I’m so very

Frozen

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Frozen

The fire went out weeks ago. I haven't been able to climb any further, but I refuse to regress. Not intentionally, anyway. If I slip a few feet further down the mountain, that's understandable. But I won't climb back down. I can't feel my hands. I can't feel my feet. I can't stand right. Sometimes I can barely even crawl. I can't tell how much progress I'm making. The voices on the radio tell me I'm doing great, that I'm prevailing against the odds. The voices in the wind, though, tell me that I'm dying, and for what it's worth, I believe them. It's just taking a while. As hard as it is for me to believe the voices on the radio, I do find com
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Creepazoids, Series 3: Nitro Extreme!!

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Creepazoids, Series 3: Nitro Extreme!!

NIIIIITRRROOOOOO EEXTREEEEEEME! In the distant year 199X, humanity has consolidated into enclaves of condensed commerce. These graffiti-spattered, neon-lit corporatocracies are self-sufficient, standing starkly over the nuclear wasteland as beacons of hope and culture. In one such city-state, the aptly named Mall City, a Nitro Extreme tournament is held every ten years to determine the new Mall Warrior, the unchallenged ruler of Mall City. This year, challengers are plenty and plenty powerful. Who's the baddest dude on the block, the sickest shredder or hardest hitter? Who's got what it takes to claim the crown and reign...Extreme? Each Nitr

Creepazoids Sneak Peek!

C

Creepazoids Sneak Peek!

Hey all! To celebrate MurderousAutomaton's release of the first Creepazoid toy line, I've decided to release some bios for Creepazoids in the upcoming series! CTHEODORE (Version 2) CREEPAZOID #282 "Have you tried annihilating known reality and creating it again?" Creep Type: Eldritch Support Creep Level: Uncontested Cute Level: **** Threat Level: ***** Favorite Food: Nyarla-cola Brand Soul Drink, Brine Flavor Pet Peeves: Mismanagement, idiot bosses Special Features: I Glow Underwater! Submerge me in water and turn out the lights to see my eyes and computer screen glow! This Creepazoid has been with Deify Softworks for strange aeons now, and

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 3: The Quantum Queen

C

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 3: The Quantum Queen

...llegations of the Black Death are completely fabricated by our rivals. Come on down to the Bubo & Co. Flea Shelter, where you can adopt your very own infestation! And now, on with the show!... Our drive into the Redbot Republik was nearly silent. Overkill was not the most vocal nor the most gracious host, but at least his Wreckreational Vehicle was stocked with such amenities as the concept of water (an empty water cooler) the suggestion of food (a refrigerator with a few moldy grapes at the bottom) and the probability of air conditioning. These were quite enough for me, as I thrive on potential and possibility. A-1 sat in the passeng

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 2: The Kill Krew

C

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 2: The Kill Krew

...at's only some of the wonderful things you can do with depleted uranium around the house! Remember to ask for Youranium, the household heavy metal! And now, back to your favorite program... Where was I...? We met Rat Rod. We raced for a few miles. Right. The Kill Krew. Rat Rod raced ahead, muffler-cannon trained on his enemies, and cackled, "Come on, you scrap-skulled sellouts! Lemme show you how a real creep does battle!" I encouraged A-1 to guide his steel steed off of Rat Rod's wake, but the little chessbot took quite a bit of encouragement. "Come now, A-1, he's going to try and distract them so we can get away." "01010011 01101111 00

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 1: A1's Odyssey

C

Creepazoids: Series 2, Part 1: A1's Odyssey

Millennia ago, the current ruler of this plane was, though he might object to the term, just another robot. It was only when he picked up a taste for violence and jaunty hats that the Murderous Automaton gave rise to a new world order. Nestled away in my comfortable cubicle beyond time and space, I observed his rise to power with great interest. After all, wars and revolutions deliver in a surplus of numbers. Head counts, body counts, bullet counts, emotional toll, spiritual trials, all sorts of things that my bureau tracks and quantifies. Pardon me. I ought to introduce myself. SMITH CREEPAZOID #16 "If you'll sign here, provide a mnemonic p

Creepazoids Series 1, Part 2: Worlds, Incorporated

C

Creepazoids Series 1, Part 2: Worlds, Incorporated

...st delicious anthracite-based cereal in your local supermarket! Next time you're shopping, just look for Carbon Crispies! And now, back to your favorite program!... Very shortly afterward, they were aboard a rustic riverboat, an ancient steam-powered thing, traveling upriver to Parts Unknown (only halfway there, Old Salt explained; going all the way to Parts Unknown rarely helps). Helena buffed her horns, tail swishing about her ankles, and Clocky practiced twirling his cane between talons. Old Salt entertained them at length with tales of the seas when he was a fearsome pirate (alas, those are stories for another day) when a whistling sh

Powerful

P

Powerful

 I don’t have time. That’s what everyone tells me. Or rather, that’s what everyone is trying desperately not to tell me, but it’s what they’re all saying behind their balloons, trays of cookies that end up eaten only by nurses, cards for my thirteenth birthday that arrive six months early. I don’t have time. That’s fine. I can make time. I gather my resources, all my hidden reserves of strength, that power you can only tap into when you’re in danger—my dad did it once, catching the front end of a car and lifting it when my sister crawled under it during his repair work. I’m always

Creepazoids Series 1, Part 1: Leaving Hayseed

C

Creepazoids Series 1, Part 1: Leaving Hayseed

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, and not terribly far away, there was a farmstead in the wide-open fields of Nowhere: Hayseed Farm. (In point of fact, it was meant to be "Haydees Farm," but the notary public who drafted the deed was sadly myopic.) Here lived a happy family of perfectly ordinary individuals. But their happiness was not to last. As the yearly dust storm ravaged Hayseed Farm, the farmer and his family found that the iron-rich topsoil needed to grow their famous blood turnips was nearly stripped away. When a wicked entrepreneur heard of this tragic turn of events, he offered to buy the farm for its current market value, bu

75 Feet from Home

F

75 Feet from Home

 I watch it desperately from the window. I’ve come to understand the window as a barrier, but I still feel it’s unfair for me to be trapped in here and still be able to see home. They want this to be my home, but it isn’t, not when I can still see the barn where I had my first children. I hate watching it from the window but I can’t tear myself away. I cry pitiably, eliciting only low, warm rumbles and murmurs from the masters of the house as they pass by, scratching my ears. I lower myself to my side and watch the shadows rise across the barn’s wall as the sun goes down. I’m so close. I’m so very

Frozen

F

Frozen

The fire went out weeks ago. I haven't been able to climb any further, but I refuse to regress. Not intentionally, anyway. If I slip a few feet further down the mountain, that's understandable. But I won't climb back down. I can't feel my hands. I can't feel my feet. I can't stand right. Sometimes I can barely even crawl. I can't tell how much progress I'm making. The voices on the radio tell me I'm doing great, that I'm prevailing against the odds. The voices in the wind, though, tell me that I'm dying, and for what it's worth, I believe them. It's just taking a while. As hard as it is for me to believe the voices on the radio, I do find com
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I enjoy writing, photography and film. Fave genres--anything that couldn't actually happen, really; fantasy, sci-fi, steampunk and cyberpunk particularly, horror (as long as it's not over the top) and occasionally historical. If anyone is willing to collaborate with me on a novella or graphic novel, please let me know, I'm eager to work with people.

Eclipse

Eclipse

Okay, hold up. Okay, hold up. Okay, hold up. I was trying, I was making an honest effort to adapt to Eclipse, despite how annoying it is, but then you go and change Eclipse as well? This new version of it feels...naked. I'm back on old style until you force Eclipse on us, thanks.

Been on Eclipse for a while now

Been on Eclipse for a while now

To be absolutely fair, if I had first come to DA with this system in place it wouldn't be the worst but it is incredibly hard to relearn. I'm still trying to figure out where everything is. Please don't do this.

Switched to eclipse early to brace myself.

Switched to eclipse early to brace myself.

Hardcore regretting it so far.

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