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Bushbacon69
u/Bushbacon69
This is the backstory I've written for my character in a now upcoming NOP pathfinder campaign. Meet Stif (take your pick of pronouncing it Stiff or Steef), An Arxur Hunter (druid/ranger) who has a Zurulian animal companion.
My story?
I was not low borne, infact I belonged to the hunter caste like countless others. I feasted like everyone, slaked my thirst with blood just to temper the writhing anger in my soul. It took far too long for me to realize it was not my anger, it was given to me as a curse gifted unto me.
I misstepped one day and brawled over food, the stronger hunter won but not before crippling me. In cold nights the sharp tearing pain of their teeth piercing my
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Credit to u/OmegaOmnimon02 for writing Made into Monsters! I really cant satisfyingly justify the ungodly time this took. But I didn't want to let you down in the end, so I stuck to it. Go check their story out, its much more slice of life rather than slicing the life from someone.
CW: Vivid descriptions of Gore, Cult stuff, Evisceration, Mind-altering venom, Kolshians, Being eaten alive, Pseudoscience, Practicing medicine without a license, Cannibalism.
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The Cult
Memory Transcription Subject: Quellin, Apex Kolshian
Date[Standardized Human Time]: ***December
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This is the prompt(s)
Humans on Venlil Prime/Skalga decide to make a Halloween Party. There's also costume competition with the prize being money, candy, or both or whatever you (the Author) choose.
A human explains the Halloween theme thing to an alien friend, who then says they should join for the fun, parties, etc. The alien joins the costume competition but unexpectedly wins because they made a costume that ticks one of the biggest human fears: The Uncanny Valley
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Memory Transcription Subject: Luch, Venlil Civilian
Date[Standardized Human Time]: October 30th, 2139
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I couldn’t stop myself from kicking my feet as the low hum of the train filled the sp
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CONTENT WARNING: Vivid descriptions of gore/mutilation, Forced consumption of corpse juice, Amputation, Adding injury to injury, and mentions of self harm/suicide.
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Media Transcription Subject: ‘Season’s Beatings’, Humanity First Broadcast
Date[Standardized Human Time]: December 24th, 2136
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The intro of the broadcast features a simple christmas-themed border around the Humanity First symbol and underlining the title. The intro fades out and cuts to camera feed with a human wearing a full facemask, a short fake Santa beard was taped to the lower portion of the mask.
“Happy holidays to all you revolutionaries, as you can see I am dressed for tonight’s ‘gift-giv
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Memory Transcription Subject: Vek, Venlil Rescue
Date[Standard Human Time]: December 23th, 2136
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Part of me wants to leave this hospital, and try to go back to normal but another part of me dreads it. They don't let us watch the news here, and the humans are careful with their words. I stare across the small table towards the doctor. The soft noise of air from the vents fills the silence as I look down at the table.
“I-..” I tried to break the stifling silence, earning only a momentary reprieve as he shifted in his seat. “I hope he’s okay..” I didn’t speak his name, because I was scared to think anymore about him. I reached out and took a fruit from the basket in
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This was written as part of the Ficnapping event, organized by[ u/oobanooba-](https://www.reddit.com/u/oobanooba-/), author of Venlil Metal and Dark Cuts, wherein a lottery style system has participants randomly get another participant's story to write a non-canon chapter of. I received Letter of
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Content Warning: >!gotcha!!<
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Memory Transcription Subject: Neten, Cafe employee
Date[Standardized Human Time]: April 5th, 2138
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“That will be 5 credits!” I cheerily announced, all but rocking on my heels as the clock ticked down towards my mid-day break. The big human standing in front of me tapped their pad to transfer the payment, and I handed him the cup of frozen yogurt. It was our daily special, as it was stylized to look roughly like a Venlil.
I watched him march back over to his table, occupied by a Venlil who was his buddy. Like always, he sits down and his friend tries to take a picture of the frozen treat. But right as he gets ready to take the picture,
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Content warning: Capitalism, Cattle Farm, Vivid descriptions of gore/ cruel mistreatment, Cannabalism, amateur amputation.
When a stupid fucking joke from the discord gets a bit too silly.
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Media Transcription Subject: “Venni-bits Debut, A snack for any dutiful hunter!”
Date[Standardized Human Time]: October 24, 2124
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[A catchy trilling jingle cuts in, accompanied by a logo featuring the mascot ‘Venni-bits’. The Venlil has bags under his eyes, with numerous scars covering his face alongside docked ears. The slogan of ‘I’m Ven-licious” fades in beneath the logo before the advertisement begins]
“Tired of Prey that squirms in your mouth while you’re trying t
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This is all Jimdandy’s fault.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Jim, Human Refugee
Date[Standardized Human Time]: January 15th, 2137
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The blackout curtains were drawn but the noise wouldn’t stop. A needling, ever-present drone that hitched and squeaked erratically. Muffled through walls, doors and window panes it still reached the only place I could call my own. A nigh-unstoppable tone, each second going by etching pain into my very psyche. I felt the pressure behind my eyes throbbing, like someone is taking a chisel to my fucking skull!
I balled my fists as the pressure in my head built as the discordant ‘music’ persisted. My stomach feeling light, and the inklings of na
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Thank u/oobanooba for the idea and u/thirsha for coordinating. You can read u/Yoshikage_K1RA's “The Cold Below” [here], and my stories [here] and [here]
Content warning: >!🐑!<
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Memory Transcription Subject: Valay Adams, Data Entry Specialist
***Dat
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Content Warning; Vivid descriptions of gore, Emotional irrationality?, Freeform XenoDentistry and Optometry. Bad Jokes and questionable writing decisions.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Thomas Whith, Humanity First Member
Date[Standardized Human Time]: December 22, 2136
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I watched him twitch and convulse under the merciless electrical current. I finally relented as he fell unconscious, and I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. The room fell silent, save for the incessant crying from the exterminator.
“Do you want to know why you’re still alive?” She let out a beep of fear and surprise as I turned my attention unto her. She disgusted me, a sniveling mess who
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CONTENT WARNING: Vivid descriptions of Torture, Lightly blowtorched Venlil, Bad joke, and hobbyist electroshock therapy.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Daniel Helick, Humanity First Member
Date[Standardized Human Time]: December 22nd, 2136
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I was shaken awake by the man I met with, now only realizing he had never told me his name. I didn’t dwell on it since it was the smarter choice given our plans. I blinked awake sleepily as we arrived at the station and sadly left my uncomfy seat. I did some minimal stretches as I hurried after the man.
I yawned and clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle it. “Haven’t been to the capital in awhile, sure is nicer here in most
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CONTENT WARNING: >!Made you look!!<
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Memory Transcription Subject: Thomas Whith, Humanity First member
Date[Standardized Human Time]: December 22nd, 2136
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I sent a simple message saying I wouldn’t be coming in to work today, and turned my work phone off. I stretched and wiped the sleep from my eyes. It was already the ‘afternoon’ after I pulled an all-nighter tracking down a certain someone. I went through the motions of the morning, almost savoring the utter silence in my apartment.
I pulled the bag of Venlil strength coffee from the cabinet, allowing myself a soft chuckle at the logo. The wide-eyed Venlil felt almost ironic for what I do in my spare time. I prep
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