'nanoswarm' is kinda racist

indie Walrider ask blog. mun is 18+.

[meaty-bicycle-deactivated201601]

What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed.

(via xgamora)

[drainedred-deactivated20140503]

                               you   [  ᴍᴀᴅᴇ  ]   a     Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ   

                               &’       now        you        better     Ｒ Ｕ Ｎ

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

//the journalism major won't stop playing "Anaconda" and all I think of is wutruffbeest

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

//hi guys ooc update. Moving in to college today and tomorrow (road trip today). I won't really be around for a few days because of it. One other thing, as a result of moving I won't have access to my tablet so this blog might be switching to traditional-edited-in-photoshop art unless I can rent a tablet. Thank you for your patience with me and my transition right now!

[corporateasshole-andlovingit-de]

Stupid sexy Hartman!

everyone in the asylum (via murkoffinc)

[variant-waylon]

"Damn  it looks like I have a virus here!"

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

[unfollowfriday]

if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

No need.  Their fear fuels me.

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

//hello friends. Between catching a cold and packing for college I've been horrifically spotty and I apologize. I'm hoping clean out my askbox tonight and post a thing in the next day or two. Thank you for your patience!

[learntotrusttt]

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[violadepazzi]

Heyyyy..

ooc: *whispers loudly*

I am thinking about opening commissions— Can someone take a look and help with my decision making, please? QuQ; I am so bad at this.

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[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

Uh... no.  Nope.  Definitely never.

inspired here

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

My personality:

I’m loud.

I’m obnoxious.

I’m sarcastic.

I’m cocky.

I cry easily.

I have a bad temper.

I’m easy to get along with.

I have more enemies than friends.

I’ve smoked.

I’ve smoked weed.

I drink coffee.

I clean my room daily.

My appearance:

I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.

I wear makeup.

I wear contacts.

I wear glasses.

I have braces.

I change my hair colour often.

I straighten my hair often.

I have a piercing. (two in each ear)

I have small feet.

Relationships:

I’m always scared of being hurt.

An ex has physically abused me at least once.

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’ve been in love more than two times.

I believe in love at first sight.

I believe lust is more important than love. 

Friendships:

I have a best friend. 

I have at least ten friends. 

I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.

I’ve beaten up a friend.

I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.

Experiences:

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve been on a train.

Someone close to me has passed away.

I’ve taken a taxi.

I’ve taken a city bus.

I’ve taken a school bus.

I’ve gone bungee jumping.

I’ve made a speech.

I’ve been in some sort of club.

I’ve won an award.

I’ve spent 24 Hours on the computer straight.

I’ve been in a physical fight. 

Music:

I listen to R&B.

I listen to country.

I listen to pop.

I listen to techno.

I listen to rock.

I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it.

I hate the radio. 

I download music.

I buy CD’s.

Television:

I spend at least six hours a day watching television.

I watch soap operas daily.

I’m in love with Days of Our Lives. 

I’ve seen and liked the O.C.

I’ve seen and liked One Tree Hill.

I’ve seen and liked Americas Next Top Model.

I’ve seen and liked Popular.

I’ve seen and liked 24.

I’ve seen and liked CSI.

I’ve seen and liked Law & Order: SVU. 

Family Life:

I get along with both of my parents. 

My biological parents are still together.

I have at least one brother.

I have at least one sister.

I have at least one step brother/sister.

I have at least one half brother/sister.

I’ve been kicked out of the house.

I’ve ran away from my home.

I’ve sworn at my parent(s).

I’ve made my parents cry.

I’ve lied to my parents.

I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.

I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.

I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.

I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.

Hair:

I’ve been brown.

I’ve had streaks.

I’ve cut my hair in the past year.

I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.

I’ve been blonde.

I’ve had black.

I’ve been red.

I’ve been light brown.

I’ve been blue/green.

I’ve gotten my hair thinned. 

I use conditioner.

I’ve used silk therapy.

I’ve used hot oil treatments.

I’ve curled my hair. 

I’ve straightened my hair.

I’ve ironed my hair.

I’ve braided my hair.

School:

I’ve yelled at a teacher.

I’ve been suspended.

I’ve had an in-school suspension.

I’ve been sent to the principals office.

I’ve walked out of class.

I’ve skipped an entire day of school.

I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.

I’ve cheated on a test.

I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test. 

I’ve failed Art.

I’ve failed P.E.

I’ve failed math. 

I’ve failed another class.

A teacher has called my parents

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

                                                  it’s a dog-eat-dog world                                           and i’ve got bigger teeth than you

[ask-a-murkofforderly]

The nanoswarm continued its rounds through the asylum halls with one thing on its mind: death. It itched to kill. One person in particular, but it would remove any obstructions with no discretions. It felt freer than it had in years, having escaped it's prison- but it could also sense it's form weakening without a host to incubate it. Had to work quickly, then. It could see a staff member up ahead, hissing in rage to see the human. He could destroy them easily, but perhaps she knew where HE was.

Fletcher was hunkered down behind an overturned desk, watching as the same patient passed by her for the fifth time. He must have been making rounds, or just wandering the same connecting hallway over and over again.

She watched again and again as he passed in front of the room she had been hiding out in. This normally wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t for the severed leg he was dragging along with him, blood coating most of his arms and stained the front of his uniform. She couldn’t tell if he simply found it or removed it himself from some poor bastard. Either way, she didn’t want to chance catching his attention. 

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[ask-a-murkofforderly]

For a moment, Fletcher could have sworn she was dead. The air left her lungs as nasty looking claws slashed in her direction, making her squeeze her eyes closed.

She could feel it cut through the air just next to her head, but instead of racking it’s fingers through her skull like butter, she could hear wood splinter. She didn’t open her eyes right away, waiting for the sticky wet feeling one would expect when drowning in their own blood, but it didn’t come. 

Cracking open one tired eye, she could make out the claw marks in the desk above her head, and the foggy form floating over it. It let out a strange noise that didn’t sound like it’d come from a living creature as it passed her. 

Confused, Jude’s shaking hands grabbed the desk, pulling her up onto her knees so she could peek over it. It had been distracted by something, and she would have been relieved if it wasn’t for the fact it was going straight for the patient she had been watching. The moment she realized what it was going to do, her mouth opened in protest, but it was too late to try to stop it. 

The full grown adult was thrown around like a plastic bag in a storm, his limbs bouncing off the solid walls and breaking on impact. Every hit elected a sicking crunch until the patients was nothing but a broken meat sack, but even that didn’t seem to be enough for the supernatural being. It kept up the frenzy until the human in it’s clutches was unrecognizable, and then it finally stopped. Fletcher had gotten to her feet at that point, taking several steps back. Even if she wanted to scream, the sound never came.

Her body was a shaking mess, her legs ready to buckle from underneath her. But the moment it turned back around, staring directly at her, her flight instincts kicked in. She turned and sprinted down the hallway, jumping over anything that dared to obscure her path.  

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

The nanoswarm felt an odd sense of respect for the human woman to see her still standing in the hall.  She seemed terrified yet but had not run while she could have; perhaps realizing there was a higher purpose at work and she was needed for the time being.  It moved toward her only slightly before she bolted.

Growling to itself about whether or not it was worth the effort (however minimal) to chase the woman the swarm disintegrated to move more quickly through the halls and barriers.

It took little time before the swarm sensed itself passing the human, and it regrouped to block her path.  It supposed she could run back the way she came if she were truly desperate, but the same thing would happen again and again and again.  Maybe eventually she’d tire and give up but it didn’t want to waste time chasing a frightened rat.

Claw-tipped hands flexed eagerly, though it steeled itself against killing her.  Even the meatsack from before hadn’t lessened its bloodlust.

Focusing its energy on one purpose it commanded her to stop.  Whether or not she understood the nanoswarm’s words or not was moot point.  If the human woman did not, it would leave her and find someone who knew how to listen.  End this.

Watching her movements steadily, head cocking back and forth as it did, the swarm stopped hovering to meet the woman on somewhat equal footing.  It still stood much taller than she did, but at least now it stood instead of floating about like a spirit that struck terror in the hearts of lesser creatures.  It took two steps forward, each leaving a shadowy mark on the ground that veined out before disappearing and rejoining the form, and stopped again.  It was at a loss of what to ask her, for a moment.  How did it even begin, its knowledge of the one it tormented did not really extend itself to names.   Names were a simple human construct.  It dealt in souls and in flesh, not in words.  Focusing its attention once more the nanoswarm projected a specific face, smarmy and superior.  The one who led this organization, the one who needed to pay in blood for its containment.

[paragonsofpatience]

"Tell me about this "Lord and Savoir" you two speak of."

"It kills people!"

[ridiculously-morphogenic-guy]

Kill you?  What use would you be to me dead?

Further answer: Miles is still alive, yes. The Walrider is an ancient spirit that Murkoff accidentally rewoke, but it's tired and unfamiliar with the world it's in. It needs a host to incubate it for the time being to regain its strength. Miles is alive as long as the Walrider needs him alive, and this includes his mind.

However, the Walrider itself is a hive mind that has imprinted on multiple different people and retains some of their personality. As such it doesn't have a single conciousness and is still creating one. Eventually Miles will just be another imprinted personality in a hive mind.

In terms of killing, I don't think the Walrider specifically wanted Miles dead just as it didn't necessarily want him alive. For most of the game I think it was just trying out its new freedom, and because it is an old creature who deals in destruction and death, it went with that. Miles became its host because he was in the right place and was fully broken (he was literally almost dead by the end of it) and susceptible to a parasite. These are my thoughts for now, they might evolve. Thanks for reading!