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-!- HTML rework coming eventually -!- My main is @stupidsexydragongirls and I will post writings and imitations of art here. Key thing to note: I will also be trying my best to provide links back to the original sources for my work, and using this as a way to gain a style of my own hopefully. However, I do not wish to get on the bad sides of those whose styles I imitate, so if they shoot me a message (I will have a contact page set up before I make my first post) telling me to remove the works using their work as a reference, I will comply as soon as possible.

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As a writer, that’s bad news for me. So, how will I keep on doing what I do? In the strangest possible way.

I have compiled my @ssdgworks (my side blog’s) entire writings into a pdf package. It’s free to download. This may be my last real post before I leave this ship to sink.

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I should have more to say, but I don’t. Maybe we’ll see each other again, maybe we won’t.

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I should have more to say, but I don’t. Maybe we’ll see each other again, maybe we won’t.

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I participated in a novel jam!

https://mythicmatt.itch.io/short-a-vr-foxgirl-adventurer

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By the end of the investigation, which turned up very few things that went wrong, Obsidian was almost completely transformed. Thigh-high rubbery socks, past-elbow rubbery gloves, and a tight rubbery leotard were all they were wearing. Understandably, they were mildly embarrassed. The continued spread of their black scales had reached the base of their neck.

"Hey, Ame?" They said, sitting next to me. "I... Uh..."

"It's about how you'll look after... That happens, right?" I said. Neither of us said it, but at this point it was basically assumed that their skull was going to change to a slightly more draconic one. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be cute." Obsidian went even redder.

"Uh, well, would you mind if... Uh, I sleep here?" They asked. "With you?" I answered by pulling them closer, and giving them hug.

"Y'know, Dia? I kinda envy you." I said quietly. "Brave enough to steal the obviously cursed spear. Not to mention how it endowed you with such a great pair."

"Y-Yeah..." Obsidian glanced down a bit. "T-They're kinda heavy, but soft..." They trailed off, presumably thinking about last night's accident. I hugged a bit tighter, partially just to feel their chest squish against my own.

"Well, I hope you don't mind the cuddles, because you'll be trapped here until morning." I said, yawning one last time before going to sleep.

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Over the next few hours of investigation, I noticed consistently that Obsidian had even more of the rubbery stuff on him. He'd rubbed the spear against his legs and belly over the course of lunch. Any other change was barely noticeable. I still watched him to ensure that was the extent of what was happening.

Over the hours, it looked he was very slowly becoming more girlish. He didn't seem to notice the changes either. When I asked how he felt about that, he said he didn't mind. I didn't pursue any further into their business, but quietly nodded in response.

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The morning came, I was awakened and told I'd be paired with Sid. Each team was given a walkie talkie, to make sure communicating was simple, and assigned a floor of the building. Me and Sid were given downstairs. Another pair were given upstairs. The third pair would investigate the ground floor.

There was a lot wrong with being paired up at all, given that Sid was very flirty and I didn't understand half of what he was saying to compliment me based only on my voice.

All we found in our search was a locked metal door, scorch marks about 50 years old and a mysteriously immaculate spear in a dusty glass case with a lot of warning labels.

"We should get this and bring it back to the others. Do you see anything that could open this case?" Sid asked.

"Maybe we could take the entire case? I don't particularly want to touch something with that many warning stickers on it's container." I replied.

"It'll be fine." he insisted. I turned the walkie talkie on.

"Hey, Obsidian wants to bring a spear back. Who else thinks that's a good idea?" I asked. "It's in a glass case with a lot of warnings on."

"That does sound like a bad idea. But, knowing Sid..." The voice of the human said. A crashing noise behind me interrupted the rest of the sentence. "And if I have to repeat, he's going to anyway."

"Can confirm, he is doing it anyway." I said. "Hopefully it's not cursed or anything." Who was I kidding, that thing was most definitely cursed. Sid walked around to my front, inspecting his new weapon.

"This thing's fairly nice." He said, throwing it between his hands. A coat of something black and rubbery shone where the spear had been touching. "Seems like it could take down most things I have fought easily."

"Seems like it's good for more than that to me. Well, should we get back?" I asked. It felt like it was time to reconvene for lunch, and to discuss Sids' new weapon.

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I trudged through the mud, rain hammering down on my cloak. I was just here to check a few things. I only knew what world I was in. It was an urban fantasy type one, except I was miles from any major city. A sword hung from my hip, but it was useless to me. A bunch of scroll tubes hung on the other side. Assuming I don't tear them, those are my main attack method.

Regardless, I trudged through the mud. I had no particular intent in my wandering. If I did, I'd have a reason to practice flying. But I didn't have a reason, so I was walking.

Eventually, I emerged from the swamp, caked in mud and fairly miserable about the experience. Before me, a large house stood, almost like a mansion. From the side I could see, there was no way to enter, so I walked around. The outside was dark and had plants growing on it. I reached the front of the house, and saw a van parked just past the main gate.

I entered the house, to find a group of people also in the building.

"Uh, hi?" I said awkwardly.

"Hey. Pretty weird place to end up, right?" A black-scaled drakyr guy answered.

"Yeah. So, what's happening here?" I asked.

"Not much, some association contract said that we had to investigate this place. Lab of some kind for magic constructs of many types. Not supposed to touch most of it, but we'll worry about that as it comes up." he answered. "You're free to join us, makes splitting up the search easier."

"Splitting the party tends to be a bad idea, but alright. I guess I should just rest, then." I said.

"Name first miss, then you can rest. I'm Obsidian, but can go by Sid."

"...Amethyst. Ame or Thyst for short." I replied, finding somewhere to set up to rest. "Just wake me up before you decide anything." I curled up in a spot away from the others and drifted to sleep before even trying to process whatever could have been said back.

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I looked at the time. It'd been October for a day. I thought deeper. If I wasn't going to enforce my shitpost on myself, who would? Certainly not anyone else. I grabbed the mask with the draconic visage off the table. The faux scales glittered purple. This would fix about half of the problems I had with lacking commitment to my ideas, because I'd committed just enough to this idea to make this mask.

Sighing and closing my eyes, I pressed the porcelain of the reverse side to my face. There was a moment of mild discomfort, followed by almost an eternity of excruciating pain, before I was finally just slightly numb. This wouldn't be the first time I experienced change. It probably won't be the last. I opened my eyes, and held my arm out where I could see it.

At first, it seemed no worse than my usual transformation range. Purple scales and black claws. Then I tried to turn my arm inward to see the underside. Wing attached to the arm. This wasn't something I was really used to. I was gonna have to check a reflection. That started with standing up, which meant realizing I was taller and more front heavy than I thought I'd be.

The mirror was only a short distance away, hidden by the sliding compartment on the wardrobe door. That distance, I could manage slowly. That distance I did manage slowly. I looked into the mirror, and found my appearance pleasing.

A 6'9" (six foot nine inch) metallic purple wyvern girl with a cute face, red eyes and armpit length white hair. Black horns offering an extra 9 inches of height. Flaps of skin and scale, arranged in an earlike fashion at the sides of my head. A chest region that certainly wasn't the biggest I've seen or had, but still in the high tiers of softness. Similarly generous hips, and a belly slightly on the slimmer side. Tail almost as long as I was tall.

"Cute." I muttered, to test the voice, and express how I felt I looked. "Cute!" I repeated louder. It described how I sounded to myself. Granted, cute describes no less than 70 types of appearance, voice, and other things, but it was my best word for this.

But, this was the first step. If I was going to get stuff done, I was gonna do it.

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[Old, rough] Netshift 2014/chapters 0 to 2 and End

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  Prologue - The Netshift - [859 Words]

  Samuel sat at his desk, intently staring at the screen. There wasn't that much else for him to do really. He was testing the game he'd been developing on his own, checking for anything that could be called 'bugs'. He had a notepad and pen just to his left, listing some bugs he'd found already. When he finished the level for the Thirteenth time, he noticed a little error. Rather than play the cut scene to the next level, it played a very different cut scene that, to his knowledge, hadn't been possible. The games' protagonist was talking directly to him. "Uh, hey. You out there!" the rainbow haired Half-Dragon said, her voice just as clear as the pre-recorded dialogue she'd said numerous times in the level. Sam looked around, sure that this was an elaborate prank his voice actor was playing. "No, look at your damn monitor." the Half-Dragon said again, this time tapping at the screen with her claw. "Hi..." Samuel said, awkwardly holding up his hand. "Just try to pay attention." the Half-Dragon said. "My name is Samantha Hellion Kilith. I've been trying to get you to listen for months. Your program was the only way I could get you to pay attention." "Months?" Samuel asked in disbelief. "Even with all the bits of code you wrote, you never saw some of the comment lines. Ones I wrote." Samantha said, holding out her right hand. A Sniper Rifle appeared in the outstretched hand. Samuel saw Cobalt scales glitter up to Samantha's elbow. He recognized the rifle not as the place holder model he'd made, but rather the exact form of what he envisioned the MX12-S Heavy Rifle, from the Six round magazine, right down to the customized RF310 Scope. "Well, at least one of us knows what we're doing." Samantha said, throwing the rifle over her shoulders. "Anyway, we should get on to business. I need you to be a navigator." "What?" Samuel asked, uncertain about what that would involve. "I need you. To get in here. And navigate for me. So we can enter the Netscape." Samantha growled. "How?" Samuel argued. As far as he knew, there was no way to enter a computer, let alone whatever the Netscape is. "Through the Netshift! Tchael srinik Daedal, you idiot!" Samantha roared, punching the screen. It cracked. "Oh shit." they said in unison. Everything went Green. When everything returned to 'normal', only Samantha remained. \Great. What now?\ a voice describable as that of a younger Samantha rung through her head. /Samuel?/ Samantha thought. \Yes. It's me.\ the voice rang again. \It's sort of like I've been made into a smaller version of you, and been given an appropriately sized computer array.\ /Well, that's one thing sorted./ Samantha smiled. Maybe it wasn't so hard to get help after all. /I'm gonna call you Yuki./ \Sorry to interrupt, but is there a way to, uh, disconnect?\ Yuki said, in an uncertain and embarrassed tone. /Why Yuki?/ Samantha thought back. \Well, uh, for starters, I've been turned into a smaller you. I'm not quite comfortable with this yet.\ Yuki thought. /Ah well. We can't all be comfortable with anything./ Samantha thought, drawing her pair of NyteHawk NH-47 Pistols. Some time ago, she'd taken to calling them [The Hawk's Wings]. She holstered them again after making sure they remained undamaged. -------------------------------------------------- "Well, well, well. What've we got 'ere?" a guttural voice growled from behind. Samantha turned around, pulling her glasses over her eyes. "From the looks of it, an idiot, alone." she responded. "Funny. All I see is..." the owner of the voice said, stepping out from the shadows. He looked exactly how you'd expect a thug to look: bald, muscular and scarred. "...A little b-hurk.". He was interrupted by his stomach being ripped open by a well timed swipe of Samantha's claws. "Unfortunately for you, I find no obligation to listen to insults from idiots who believe themselves to be above me, or base assumptions on appearance." Samantha said, sparks crackling between her teeth. She inhaled, before spitting a bolt of electricity at the thug. -------------------------------------------------- Samantha woke up, convinced she'd just been in a fight and won. She held up her right hand. It was still covered in Cobalt scales. She held up her left hand. She still had her gauntlet. She sat up suddenly. /In the fight, I wasn't wearing a gauntlet./ she thought to herself. /Or goggles, for that matter./ \What fight?\ /Whuh? Who're you?/ she thought back at the sudden voice. \It's me, s-uh, Yuki. Your navigator.\ /So, that part actually happened./ \Yep, and I've found a way to temporarily disconnect our minds. It sort of kicks me out your head though.\ Samantha felt a slight itch for a moment, followed by the feeling of really small feet on her shoulder. "Like this." Yuki said, poking Samantha's cheek. "Wow." Samantha said, picking up Yuki by the tail. "Ah. It hurts!" Yuki squeaked. "Sorry. Not used to having a tiny me." Samantha said, putting Yuki back down. Yuki immediately started hugging her tail, which had started bleeding, and crying. "Well, I suppose we'd better go into the proper Netscape."

  Chapter 1 - Data Burst Initializing... - [1352 Words]

  The Netforts' beacon glowed with an intensifying light until it flared out, finally revealing the form of Samantha. She stood up from her crouch, and dusted her armor off. "Sorry ma'am, but you need to fill out this form before you can go anywhere." a nearby Wolfkind girl said. "Question before that. Does my miniature navigator need to do one as well?" Samantha asked. "Miniature navigator?" the Wolfkind girl asked. /Yuki, come out./ Samantha thought, before feeling the slight itch momentarily. "Hi..." Yuki said, quickly standing to attention, her face red. "Well, that's the first time I've seen such a thing. I suppose she is subject to the same regulations as us. My name's Danielle, by the way." the Wolfkind girl said, producing a couple sheets of paper. -------------------------------------------------- "I can't believe that anyone else would pick Marksman over the more versatile Soldier or even Mercenary." Danielle said. "Well, I originally wanted to go alone. Hence Yuki being my navigator." Samantha replied. "Moving on, I've heard that one of the Original Five is going to arrive tomorrow, just before the light." Danielle said excitedly. "So, that's something of a big deal?" Samantha asked. "Big deal? Of course it is. How often do you get to meet the very person who helped find an impossible place?" Danielle started ranting. "If we want to see him earliest, why don't we sleep now, and stay up all night then?" Samantha interjected, before she could be lectured on the importance of the Original Five. "There may be hope yet!" Danielle declared. "To bed!" "We do share a room, as you told me earlier." Samantha said, hoping to break this streak of insanity. -------------------------------------------------- Danielle woke up with something warm and wet on her cheek, something scaly wrapped around her left leg and a naked Half-Dragon girl hugging her. Not the most ideal conditions to wake up to. It only got worse when she tried to move. "Amuthr mimit, mam." came the mumble of the sleeping Dragon. Danielle couldn't help herself but smile. "Didn't you want to watch the heroic guy arrive?" Danielle said to her mostly asleep bedmate. This prompted movement. Samantha rolled off the bed, landing with a thud on the floor. "Why didn't you wake me when you woke." Samantha said as she stood, scratching the back of her head. "Ah, whatever. Have you seen my armor?". Danielle stared at the bare, nearly flat chest. Samantha cocked her head in confusion. "What, do I have something on my chest?" "Ah, n-no. It's just that I couldn't help but notice how masculine you are..." Danielle started, managing to avert her gaze. "Oh, OK. Ah, there's my gauntlet. I suppose I'd better look for something to cover myself with." Samantha said, looking around. -------------------------------------------------- "Really, Samantha? Thigh socks, hot pants and Seven belts?" Danielle teased. "Like you chose anything better. Camo pants and a red hoodie?" Samantha replied. "Anyway, which heroic guy are we here for?" "Reaper, the Soldier. Some say he has some sort of relationship with the Crimson Knight, who is also one of the Originals." Danielle said, holding up her smart-phone-like device, showing somebody's blog page describing the Original Five as they knew. The fifth entry was just question marks, but there were bits of info about the other Four. There was a disturbing amount of info about The Dragoon, including a photo of her training some newbies. "Are you sure this guy wasn't just stalking one of them." Samantha pointed out. "But he says up here he plans to have that much info on all of them. He also made a free for all blog for others to post about things they've seen in here." Danielle argued. "Look, here's an article on currencies used in here." she continued, tapping at the screen before showing it again. "Bits are the currency of the Netscape. They come in Six color variations, each having their own value. Purple have a value of One, but can be combined into special items which are invaluable. Orange have a value of Ten. Blue have a value of a Hundred. Grey have a value of a Thousand. Green have a value of Ten Thousand. An unconfirmed material has a estimated value of a Hundred Thousand. Just how much rumor do they mix in with fact?" Samantha read, before injecting her sarcastic opinion. "Not that much actually. The Sixth material was confirmed by a elite team of hackers. The Purple combination item was discovered when someone accidentally dropped over a Thousand Purple in one place. And 'spending' Bits by combining them with other items gives visible benefits. Someone once tried to combine a Green Bit with a Virusbeast, which is more or less made of Purple, and killed it instantly. Some people examine the stats of things they augment carefully to figure out what they do." Danielle explained. "So, general documentation procedures? Never found someone who couldn't check wikis for info. Anyway, where we gonna sit for these hours?" Samantha said derisively. "Right, you have a point. How about this storage shack?" Danielle suggested. /Anything valuable in there Yuki?/ Samantha thought. \Purple dot on your mini map. Scans show unusual readings.\ Yuki thought back. "Sounds good." Samantha said, licking Danielle's cheek. -------------------------------------------------- "Grae Daedal, it's full of boxes." Samantha said, wandering eastwards. "Well, yeah. Everybody puts their stuff in here. There's this guy who runs a shop in here somewhere." Danielle said, looking around. "Is this him?" Samantha pulled a diminutive, cloaked figure from behind a box. "Yeah, definitely him. I've seen him before." Danielle confirmed. "So, put me down please?" the figure asked. "Oh, sorry. I have this tendency to pick up small people." Samantha apologized, putting the cloaked figure down. "Now, what were you looking for?" the figure said. "This. What the hell is it?" Samantha said, picking up a Blood Red Dragon wing from next to her. \Yep, that's it.\ Yuki thought. "The Drakewing D-0 Sonic Projector. It is both a guitar and a weapon, and not just for hitting things. Even if I never figured out how to make it work. I guess I could sell it to you for Seventy bits." the figure said. "Thirty!" Samantha offered. "Fifty. Final offer." the figure haggled, offering his hand. Samantha shook it, finalizing the deal. "Any sets of SC43 armor we can take bits from?" Danielle asked. "Right this way." the figure started heading further east. Danielle and Samantha looked at each other and nodded, before following the Shadeling. -------------------------------------------------- "So, how much total?" Samantha asked the Shadeling. "875 Bits." the Shadeling answered, holding out a scanner of sorts. Samantha stared in confusion. "Sam, put your hand on the scanner." Danielle advised, slapping herself in the face. "Sorry, she's new to this." "No worries, we were all new once." the Shadeling said. Samantha put her hand on the scanner as instructed. "So, what now?" Samantha said, moving her hand off the scanner. "We see if Reaper is near yet." Danielle said. "Ladder's over there." the Shadeling pointed at a nearby corner, which had a ladder bolted on. "Thanks, see ya." Danielle shouted back, already halfway there. -------------------------------------------------- On the horizon, Samantha could see something very wrong through the scope of her rifle. "Do you see that?" she asked Danielle. Danielle nodded. "Wanna do something about it?" "Yeah, but what can a pair of snipers do to that? By the looks of it, there must be hundreds of them." Danielle replied. What they were seeing was a truck being pursued by a swarm of Databeasts. "This." Samantha grinned, pulling the trigger twice consecutively. Somewhere in the distance, several Databeasts exploded. Danielle attempted to imitate the action, but nearly lost balance after the first shot. "Bloody hell, how do you do that." Danielle said, restabilizing herself. "No idea." Samantha replied, pulling the trigger twice, turning slightly, then double pulling again. "Guess it has something to do with my method of holding it?". She did have a point, because she had wrapped her tail around the forward grip instead of holding it with her hand. Danielle shook her head before lining up another shot while Samantha reloaded.

  Chapter 2 - Animus Dawn - [1013 Words]

  It had been hours since the two had started shooting, and others with scoped weapons were joining in. A chorus of sniper fire roared, spitting hot lead out into the wildernet. The target they were protecting was a truck. "I think we need a break." Samantha said, dropping another empty magazine onto the pile. She also considered asking to trade magazines with her partner, but decided to do that later. "Yeah, we're nearly out of ammo." Danielle agreed. The pair gathered up the piece of cloth they'd been dropping magazines onto, and climbed back into the storage shed. They could sort the pile out later. -------------------------------------------------- The sniper fire rang out again. Samantha watched the truck as it handbrake parked to the right, then disgorged it's crew of Three. From the drivers seat, a manly Wolfkind with Silver fur stepped out. The next out was the passenger, who was a slim Half-Dragon with Opalescent scales. Finally, out the back jumped what initially looked like a Human... with White, feathery wings. Samantha adjusted her goggles slightly, enabling the identification software. Above the heads of the three, the words Fang - Wolfkind, Reaper - Half-Dragon [Prismatic] and Hawke - Zelkyr appeared. She quickly disabled the software, before shaking Danielle back to a state of awakeness. "They're here." she said, licking Danielle's cheek. "Really?" Danielle said, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah. Hi." Reaper said. "You girls got anything to do with the mass sniper support here?" "Sort of." Samantha said. "Our original plan was just to watch you arrive, but we couldn't resist taking out some of the Databeasts behind you. Others joined in at some point." "Nice to know. Since you started it off, why not join me?" Reaper offered. "It could be fun." "Dan?" Samantha asked. "Why not?" Danielle answered. -------------------------------------------------- "So, we take the truck out to the fight. By then, it should be reasonable to expect the Five of us to be capable of fighting off any remaining Databeasts." Reaper stated. "I hope you two brought close range weapons." "Of course we did." Samantha and Danielle said simultaneously, pulling out their backup weapons. Samantha held up her Hawk's Wings, while Danielle held up an Rhunic and Kayle RK-188 CAWS. "OK, I really hope you never need to use that. Dragon girl, show me that guitar you have." Reaper said. "I has got a name, y'know. It's Samantha." Samantha said, holstering her pistols. She then lifted the Drakewing off her back. "Never thought I'd see one of these again." Reaper said, taking the sonic weapon from Samantha's hands. "Keep good care of it, Sam." "Again?" Hawke asked. Fang nodded, as if to reinforce the question. "Long story, later." Reaper said, dodging the subject. "Anyway, Dan, never use full auto." -------------------------------------------------- Despite their preparations, nobody actually needed to shoot anything. Which was disturbing, considering just how many Databeasts there had been just a few minutes ago. To make up for the lack of combat, Samantha, Danielle and Hawke were playing a card game in the back of the moving truck. "Got any Fives?" Hawke asked. "Raise. Sixes?" Samantha answered. "Double Down. Eights?" Danielle added. "Fold." Hawke replied. "All in. Aces?" Samantha grinned. "Fold. Can we stop playing Calvin Cards now?" Danielle sighed. "Yeah. I win every time. It gets boring." Samantha yawned. "Only if you want to play something really offensive." Hawke warned. A moment later, the entire visible Netscape glitched, before suddenly changing from desert wasteland to dense forest. Unsurprisingly, this was immediately followed by the crunch of a truck hitting a tree. That was then followed by the thump of someone landing on a car. "Tchal Daedal!" came the shout from above. It was clearly a feminine voice. Everybody disembarked, as they clearly weren't getting any further in the truck, and to see who landed on the top. "Damnit, Crimson. How the hell did you manage to get up there? No, wait, let me guess. 'By accident'." Reaper said. "Well, no. I fell." Crimson said, rolling off the trucks' roof. Nobody moved to catch her. "Ow." She stood up, groaning in pain. "So, you know each other?" Danielle asked. "Unfortunately, yes. She was one of the first Five in this place. Her only real skills are causing glitches and her swordsmanship. She never learned from any of her mistakes, and only carries a broadsword." Reaper said, sighing. "Hey! I did learn how to teamwork!" Crimson retaliated, standing proudly and pointing at herself with her thumb, not realizing that Samantha was stacking leaves on her head. "Anyway, we need to find a way out of these lost woods." Reaper said, starting to head somewhat eastwards. "We need to go west. There should be a cave that way." Yuki said, suddenly standing on Samantha's head. Crimson stared at the tiny navigator, before picking her up by the tail. "Why always the tail?" Yuki started crying. "So cute." Crimson said, leaves still stacked perfectly on her head. "Put down my navigator and get Reaper to come back." Samantha growled, teeth sparking. "On it!" Crimson said, dropping Yuki back on Samantha's head and running after Reaper. Yuki hugged her tail and sighed in relief. -------------------------------------------------- Once the group had organized somewhat properly, they started heading west. After trekking through the trees for a solid hour, they saw exactly what they didn't want to see. "Oh shit!" came the general cry as they dashed to hide behind trees. Except Crimson, who kept walking unaware of the giant Virusbeast right in front of her. "Come on guys, there's nothing to be afraid of." she said, immediately before walking into the Virusbeast's leg. "Excuse me, sir, but you appear to be. In. My. Way." She drew her broadsword, cut the Virusbeast in half and sheathed the sword again in quick succession. "You're already dead." The Virusbeast clicked three times before exploding. "And it's a bad thing you know her because?" Samantha asked Reaper. "She lacks intelligence, instead taking ridiculous shows of strength. As you just saw." Reaper answered. Everything started glitching again, and the forest was replaced with a patch of wasteland outside an overly excessive fortress.

  Chapter 3 - The Bastion

  "Time for a crash course in jet packs. Think of it as a pair of wings for those without." Crimson grinned, spreading her wings out. "Oh, and, don't crash." "That is terrible advice, Crimson." Samantha complained. "So, you'd prefer to be grounded?" Crimson teased, putting on a pair of aviator goggles. "I'm just saying, I can handle a motorcycle. Never used a jet pack before." Samantha said. "Hey, whatever. Any time we spend arguing here is time you spend away from your girlfriend." Crimson teased. She realized her mistake a moment later, when Samantha rocket tackled her. "Fuck you, I'm a Dragon! And we're getting there last night!" Samantha screamed over the sound of her jet pack. The two glitched for a moment, before tearing apart mid-air. -------------------------------------------------- True to her word, Samantha had managed to viciously tear apart and reconstruct the time line so she and Crimson arrived at their destination before they left. The problem was, they were still travelling at ridiculous speed towards a brick wall. "Emergency brake, EMERGENCY BRAKE!" Crimson shouted. The pair glitched again, and halted. "Never knew I could do that." Samantha said, jet pack switching to hover. "I mean, how does that even?" "Don't ask me. The best I've done is just a small radius Teleport." Crimson shrugged. Samantha switched the jet pack off completely. "Y'know, you never make much sense." Samantha said, smiling enough to show a single fang. "Thanks, it takes skill to be this good." Crimson said, folding her wings. --------------------------------------------------

  -[WARNING: CHAPTERS 2-FINAL UNFINSHED]-

A long time later

  Epilogue - A Hero Returns

  Danielle sat gazing at the glitching gap that had swallowed Samantha. Reaper would bring lunch to her every day, and join her in watching The Rift. Reaper would tell news from The Troper's Bastion, and Danielle would just nod, watching The Rift intently. Months passed, this routine unbroken. -------------------------------------------------- "Come on, Danny. The Rift is getting bad. At least in The Bastion, you can't catch viruses." Reaper said. "No. She'll be back. She never breaks a promise." Danielle retorted. The Rift seemed to react to this by intensifying it's glitching, an assortment of vaguely humanoid shapes silhouetted on it's surface. "She promised." Danielle whispered. "Damn right I did." The static distorted the speaker's voice to unrecognizability. The Rift stopped glitching entirely as Samantha stepped through, followed by a squad of Tempest Troopers. "Sorry, these guys insisted." Samantha said, licking the back of her left hand. "Sorry, Ma'am, for ever doubting you. Here's your weapons back." one of the troopers said. "And yet, you never took my Guitar." Samantha grinned. Danielle and Reaper burst into laughter at that remark, drawing the ire of at least one trooper. "Sammy, you magnificent tchon." Reaper said, laughing. "Oh, and, about half the men sent in never arrived, unless you've seen them." Samantha said seriously. "As I've seen, nobody left The Rift prior to you, Sam." Danielle reported. "And she sort of stationed herself on watch here, until you returned." Reaper added. "Oh well. Hey, The Troper's Bastion will want to see that their hero has returned, right?" Samantha asked offhandedly. "Let's go then!" Danielle exclaimed, grabbing Samantha's arm.

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(LitSketch, rough) The summon

It took a few moments, but there was a rumble, and a giant red hand rested on the ledge, pulling a massive dragoness out of the pit. As she rose to her full height of roughly 40 feet, she looked down at Nathan.

"You called?" She asked. "What would you have me do, little mage?"

"Great demon Theria, I humbly request that you grant my wish of immortality." Nathan asked. "That is something you could do, is it not?"

"Considering what happens when I grant other wishes? That's kind of a given. Are you sure you want just the side effect, and nothing else?" Theria queried.

"Should that be the case, I would also like to be irresistible to women." Nathan stated. Theria slapped her head.

"Did. You even. Read up. On me. Before you started this farce? Everyone I've granted a wish to, has become those things anyway, whether they wanted to or not." Theria explained. "Immortal, irresistible to women, cute, loyal to me and capable of fighting very well. All of those are side effects."

"In that case, I'd ask for unlimited riches?" Nathan said, falling back on the wish he never wanted to outright say.

"Alright, that I can probably do." Theria said, ripping a portal open and pulling out a bag. "The moment you touch this, our contract will be complete, understand?" Nathan nodded, reaching for the bag.

The moment he touched it, the portal flashed, sending a flash of lightning at him. In that instant, he had become a demonic dragoness, like the giant one before him. His clothes had altered themselves to allow his new tail and wings to grow out, while emphasizing his new assets.

"Should have done your research, small mage. See you in a few years, Thera." Theria said.

"H-Hey! Can I not be a man?" Thera asked, tentatively grasping their breasts.

"You should have done your research, little girl. You shouldn't ask the patron demoness of dragon girls for a wish, if you don't want to be turned into a dragon girl." Theria explained. "Enjoy your new body."

"I-I'll do my best?" Thera said. With a flash, she was left alone with the lingering effect of the compulsion to enjoy herself... Even if she didn't want to.

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(LitSketch) Dragon Girl Dreamer

(Contains themes of transformation, and other possibly sensitive subjects. Read at your own peril. I didn’t particularly care about the names, so you’ll have to deal with it.)

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I drifted between worlds every few days, sometimes being a dumb human as before for a day, and sometimes being Matt Blood for multiple days. Aspects of my time as Matt bled through into life as... Not Matt.

I adventured with my girlfriend, Rain, not always with the same partners, and sometimes without others holding us back at all. This... Wasn't one of those times. I'd woken up a little dazed as Matt. It was inexplicably hot.

"Ah, my adorable girlfriend is awake at last. How are you feeling today?" Rain asked from the door.

"Not too well, honestly. Is it meant to be this hot in here?" I asked. She giggled a bit, and set a plate on the table by the door. I could smell her, the food, and more importantly, her. It was a pleasant scent, very similar to a combination of freshly baked pie, assorted citrus fruits and strong mints.

"I'm not sure. Have you always looked so good?" She smirked.

"Well that too, but... It's just like... I want to think, but there's this... Haze?" I stumbled over my words. "You remember what I said was acceptable in our relationship, right?"

"Of course, we can do anything up to smooches and cuddling." She answered. I put a hand on my head, as I tried to think. That sounded nice, and like the sort of boundary I'd set... But extremely not what I needed at the moment.

"Can we... Do the thing? You know, just beyond cuddling, but not entirely the other stuff? Like, rubbing each other's bodies?" I attempted to explain.

"Ah... Oh. Is it that time for you? I understand. Having you a horny mess all the time and putting out a smell that attracts everyone to have a go can't help." She said.

"I think it might be?" The haze was getting stronger, and spreading through me. "Please be gentle?"

She nodded and started snuggling up to me as I clouded over and submitted myself to her, trusting her to not do anything too lewd with my body. In my haze, I didn't know what or where she was doing things to me, but the haze assured me I liked it.

It felt like an eternity before I left the haze, resting on Rain's chest as she slept. I smiled and decided to wait in her arms until she woke, as I drifted to sleep, hoping to ask her about the experience later.

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(LitSketch) Dragon Girl Dreamer

Sometimes, you just wanna be someone else, somewhere else, sometime else. For me, it's a tendency to want to be a dragon girl, anywhen and anywhere. Writing is the best way to accomplish that. So, here it is:

I stared at the image on the screen. It depicted a girl at first glance. On closer inspection, she also had features that wouldn't be out of place on a dragon. Horns, scales, tail, wings, claws, talons...

As I often did, I wished I could be her. Practically a routine wish since I first found the image. I eventually left, turning the screen off as preparation to sleep. It was hardly a good sleep, but I needed it. I slept, and dreamt, pieces of not quite memories drifting in and out of my mind as I often experienced.

A sensation of being shaken woke me. In a half tired state, I sat up, and looked at the shaker. "Who're you, and why'd you wake me?" I asked. They looked at me with a worried expression.

"But... Didn't you want to take the watch right in the middle of the night?" They asked.

"Sorry, what?" I said. I didn't know the name of this person, but I felt like she was important somehow. I was also sorta blanking on my own identity.

"Are you sure you're in a state where you can watch that door, and make sure no monsters enter?" They asked. "Or, do you need a bit of help remembering everything?"

"I'll admit, I may need help. I had a weird dream, and I'm not sure I woke up right." I answered. Instead of having the situation explained, the person who woke me put their lips to mine. Memories rushed back to my mind. Who I was, a Drakyr girl of Firescale, known as "Matt Blood". Who this person was, another Drakyr girl of Firescale and frequent snuggle partner, Rain Embers, a Sorcerer. Who else was with us, a dumb Human I didn't care to learn the name of, and a girl who refused to be seen with her mask and hood off.

Before Rain could break off, I hugged her. She ended the kiss. "Before you go to bed, can you help me into my armor?" I asked.

"Of course, love. But you know the price for that and this, don't you?" She smirked.

"Yeah, but if it means being with you, the grabbing is bearable." I responded, before giving Rain a quick smooch on the cheek.

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(Literary Sketch) Pseudoreality and Stupidity

You have, pretty much begrudgingly decided to help your friend troubleshoot a project they have been working on: Some kind of pseudoreality zone. Looking over it, you see why it needs troubleshooting: There's pockets of wild magic everywhere. Despite this, there's a fairly large area to help with.

"Seriously, why do you have so much wild magic in there?" You ask.

"It kinda just happened. Think it might've been something to do with my mind wandering a bit while I worked on it." They answer.

"And you can't troubleshoot alone?" You suggest.

"Just watch." They point out a stray creature, a white fox, as it approaches a patch of wild magic. Almost instantly on touching the area, it shifts and reforms, becoming a foxgirl with white fur and hair.

"Alright, that doesn't seem... that... bad..." You trail off, the foxgirl's nakedness slightly distracting you as she starts to explore herself.

"Tag her for relocation into the holding area for later interview." Your friend says. The foxgirl vanishes in a cloud of pixels. "She's not the first to be relocated, and if I want to remove the areas, I need someone capable of retrieving me and returning me to my senses."

"That's probably the smartest thing you've ever said, mate." You reply.

"Yeah, it'd be a disaster if I was turned into a horny dragon girl and never found again. Imagine how disappointed Ruxi and ArneT would be." They seem to have said some of that in disappointment, but you think the last part is sincere.

"Hold on, you said about the ones affected being sent to a holding area? I want to inspect it." You say.

"Suit yourself. It's through there, don't unlock any doors unless you wanna be... Y'know... by those lusty ladies." Your friend warns you.

"Is there any other way to communicate with them?" You ask.

"Commpad, by each door. Look carefully at them to see what buttons do what." They answer. You nod and go on through. In the hallway, you inspect the first commpad you see. A fairly comfortable room is shown, as well a Lizardish lady who seems to be mostly out of the horny haze, and is wearing the bedsheets as a makeshift dress. You move along, looking at each of the pads. There's a good many Lizardfolk and Foxes, a single Griffon and some very confused others. Although they seem more and more into their self exploration as you go along, the Griffon seems fairly irritated at something. You touch the speech bubble button on the pad. While trying to word your words, she speaks first.

"So, someone finally came. What's the purpose of holding me here, in this room?" She sounds as irritated as she looks.

"Well, I'm not too sure, but I'm thinking it's to prevent you from causing a problem?" You say.

"...Just fuck off, then. I'm not gonna talk to you anymore." She says. You decide it better to leave her alone than talk any more. Satisfied with your your inspection yielding no significant problems, you return to your friend.

"I'll assume you have no further questions, then?" They ask, pulling on some black, almost clawlike gauntlets. In the time since you left the room, they've almost completely changed into armor that gives a draconic appearance.

"...What does that armor do?" You say, noticing it has a vaguely feminine shape, as your friend seems to prefer. The boots also seem to be heels, with clawed decoration.

"It's meant to absorb magic, but... I probably made it wrong for that." They shrug.

"...Get the helmet on, then come here." You say. They do so. You look over it a bit. It definitely doesn't absorb magic in the way that they thought it would. If they went in like this... You shiver at the thought. You remove the magic absorption and fashion your own effect to remove the magic. You note the decorative wings and tail on the armor. Once you finish weaving the effect into the black gems inset all over the armor, you make sure it works as intended. The quick, unfocused raw magic pulses through the armor for a moment, before settling stretched all through the tail, slowly dissipating.

"Should be good to go now. Instead of taking in all the magic at once, and becoming a sex-starved dragoness cursed to be ready to go for the rest of eternity, you'll slowly get better, assuming you can pull yourself out of the haze." You explain.

"Well, it's good to know I won't be stuck humping a tree for the rest of my life." They say sarcastically.

"Yeah..." You nod. You can't help but wonder why they chose to use a bunch of onyx gems on the armor. Concentrating on that thought, you give them a look over. For a moment, you mistake the figure in front of you for a form of Onyx you regret seeing. "Wait... Fuck." Too late. They already left. A ping on the monitor tells you that they're already in the worst place to be. You watch as your friend steps into a highlighted area, feeling slight panic. Their tail and wings slowly come to life as the magic feeds into them. The highlighted area shrinks slowly, as your friend falls forward, looking more girlish by the minute. The helmet twists, and becomes their face, panting. You don't really know what to do. They begin to stand back up, still getting more and more girlish. They look up at you, wink and start reaching down... The armor did it's job, but you see the arm trying to resist. It eventually reaches it's destination, and rubs at themself. You try to switch to a view where you can see how much magic the armor took in. It's a first person one from inside the helmet. The tail and wings, the designated dispersion points, are at 100%, the torso, head and legs are also at 100%, and the arms are at 90% and dropping, according to a diagram in the top right. A transcript of dialogue is displayed in bottom left. A lot of "Mnph" and "Grph", with "*aroused moans*". You're essentially watching your friend's armor turned dragon girl masturbate with them inside. At the rate the magic is fading it'll have already have climaxed twice. Assuming it has control of the hands for the entire time. As the magic left in the arms reaches 60%, the one at the nethers pulls out, a trail of almost neon green mixed with a little sky blue goo on the clawtips as it lifts high enough to see. You watch as the dragon girl puts the claws in her mouth, wondering if it connects to your friend's. She knew what she was doing. She brought the natural arousal of your friend almost to max, and left them there.

A transcript note appears. "Enjoy the show, Jack? I know your friend did~."

You hesitate. She's taunting you. You want nothing more than to get in there and tear her off your friend, bit by bit. If you brought her back here...

"What's wrong, scared of a horny suit of armor ruining your day?"

But, if you go in there, who's going to guarantee your friend's safe return, when their armor isn't a horny dragon girl?

"Maybe you're scared that your friend will want help with their girly problems?"

If you bring her back, who says your friend won't keep her in this state?

"Or maybe you're scared of touching my magic exhaust?"

There's a lot of problems with the way you made that work, and one is that she's in control of the armor until it's all gone. And if you touch it while it's being dispersed...

"Yes, you hate the idea of being a girl, but you also hate the idea of your friend being one."

How much did she know? Did you even know? Or, as a residual effect of your friend creating that place, was the wild magic...

"Fear, doubt, other emotions tied to depression... A desire, one single desire..."

You don't really want to acknowledge it, but the dragon girl has a point.

"All your friend really wanted... was you to accept her for who she is. And you won't even save her from the dragon."

"Shut the fuck up, you fake dragon bitch." You declare.

"Oh? Or what?"

Yes, or what? You ponder it over. What could you do to help your friend in their moment of need?

"Maybe all you have is words? Pathetic."

No, you have more than this. You know you do.

"Whatever it is you're doing, know that your princess is here, waiting for a knight of some sort. Preferably a girl, but a cute guy works too." You look. The arms have reached 35%.

"Depending how long it takes, I might decide to entertain myself... with predictable results."

The dragon girl offered her challenge to you. As you fixed the armor up, you learned your friend's theory of magic absorption. Maybe... Wait, even if you did make a staff for it, you'd still have to go in there... Unless you didn't? And you think you know a girl who could go in your place. You hurry into the containment area and find the Griffon again.

"You, Griffon girl!" You say to her. She starts to respond, but you cut her off. "If you think you can handle it, I have a task for you."

"And what do I get? Probably nothing I want..." She starts complaining angrily.

"A name, clothes, education and a home?" You offer.

"Tempting... Go on then." She responds. You explain the situation, your friend's problem and that you want the Griffon girl to remove the rest of the wild magic before the dragoness decides to search out another pocket of it. As you explain, you create a black staff inset with various hunks of onyx gems, connecting them with a core spell and ensuring the capacity is as high as possible.

"And, in order to remove the magic pockets, I'd need a tool of some kind to absorb them, right? I want it to be able to shoot the magic back out, turning any living thing it hits into more of me." She requests. You consider it. "Griffon girls, not copies of me." She seems a lot better at talking than you thought she'd be.

"Convince me that's a good idea." You say.

"You can give it a keyword to reverse the effect if you have to, but it'd be extremely helpful for me to have a girlfriend to snuggle?" She says. You kinda see the point, but you wouldn't exactly trust her. The upside is that you'd gain her trust immediately. The downside is you don't know her or what she'd do. There's every chance she'd go mad with power and turn an entire country into her girlfriend harem.

"If a time comes where I feel like I can trust you with that sort of power, I'll let you have it." You say carefully. You're thinking about implementing a timer instead of 'until a phrase is said'. Maybe a couple hours? Having given the Griffon girl an index of all possible clothing to choose from, she turns it towards you, pointing at a fairly covering, but just under the belly button up to the neck are exposed, covering most of the breasts.

"This looks comfy." She declares. "I want it."

"Are you sure?" You ask. She nods. You look at her, accounting for fur fluffiness, tail and wings, from all angles, and start creating it for her. You hand it to her, and she starts to pull it on. You turn away, as you don't really want to see her getting dressed. A feeling of what's likely her boobs pressing on your back tells you that she's probably done.

"Are you-" You start.

"Yeah, kinda. It's complicated." She answers the question you didn't finish.

"What's the problem?" You ask.

"Tits are out." She answers nonchalantly.

"Then get them covered." You tell her.

"Dunno how to." She states.

"Then let me-" You start to offer. You feel the boobs move off your back. "-help?" You turn around, and, true to her word, her tits are hanging out of the outfit. You sigh as you tug a bit at the almost rubbery clothing, working up from the belly, carefully avoiding touching her as much as possible, and straightening it out for her, so it actually does its job of covering her. You release the material gently, so as to not elicit unexpected reactions.

"Thanks. It seems like you have a good motherly instinct." She says. You're fairly sure it's sincere but the last part irritates you.

"Don't say that to me ever again." You state in irritation.

"So... the staff for magic collection?" She asks. You hand it to her, along with a set of eyewear to let her see where to go to do her mission.

"So, you know what to do, right? Head towards the places which look greyer than others." You explain.

"Sounds simple enough." She says. "How do I start? And when do I get my name?" You show her to the doorway to the teleporter.

"Just go in there, I'll send you there and bring you back when you're done." You say. "And... I think you should be named Safina."

"Alright, wish me luck~!" She... kinda squawks excitedly, as she heads off into the imitation reality. You look back to see how your friend is doing. 100% head, torso, wings and tail. 15% arms. 95% legs. All sorts of things in the log, challenging you, your resources, your gender, whether it'd be a good idea to breed with you, dismissal of the previous because you're not man enough to girl up once in a while... The odd muffled noises from inside. You switch the screen to split between map, glasses and helmet. Safina seems to be doing her job well already. You can't help but wonder though... Why wasn't she as horny as the rest? According to your research and experience, Griffons are amongst the horniest creatures, easily within the top ten.

"You found a way to deny me further magic, then? Good move. But how about this?" You glance at the magic levels. The gauntlets hit 0%. There's a brief moment but your friend regains control of their arms.

"What's the meaning of this? Didn't you want to tau-mph!? Mph mh phmhk, mhrl!" It's mildly amusing to watch the dragoness try to talk while her arms are trying to keep her mouth closed. As she struggles to make muffled noises more, you notice the distribution of the magic change. The longer the hands remain on the helmet, the more transfers into them, but leaves less in the helm. And as the dragoness is too unfocused to just remove them with her control, the drain continues at an increasingly rapid rate. The arms pull the helmet off. Most of the readings are cut off. 1% remains in the helmet as it's set down on a nearby rockpile, at about head level.

"Girl! Why do you reject my influence!?" The helmet demands. The shape of your friend's back is seen through the eyes.

"Maybe..." They say. "Because I'm not the kind of person who enjoys those things?" They turn to face the helmet. You don't really understand it. The armor should have taken all the magic. And dispersed it. And protected your friend. The armor shouldn't have become self-aware. It definitely shouldn't have done most of what it did. But there's your friend, looking into the eyes of the talking helmet with a drakyr face that rivals Onyx's in cuteness, a set of horns that don't seem impressive, but add to the cuteness overall... Your friend, in a pseudoreality you can't personally get to without great risk, has become a black-scaled drakyr girl, and you're not there to slap sense into them. How frustrating. And knowing them, they'll want to be like this for an extended period of time. Your friend is talking to their helmet about the hows and whys of being a black drakyr girl. Safina has almost entirely removed all the magic. You're doing your best to manage not to to let your irritation get to you. How could the day possibly get worse? You sigh as you contemplate. You hear the door shut.

"Oh no..." You mutter, dreading the worst.

"What's wrong?" You hear a voice say. Thankfully, it's only Ryana.

"Thought it was someone else." You explain.

"Yeah, mistaking people for other people can sometimes be awful. What are you looking at? " She takes a sip of her drink.

"A pseudoreality, need to wait for it to be clear of wild magic before I can bring... them back." You explain. "What've you been up to?"

"Spear training, break for reading some internet stuff. Y'know, the basic weekend fare." She says.

"And how's that going for you?" You ask. She shrugs.

"Managed to achieve a high score." She says. "My personal best was like half of today's."

"Good for you..." You say.

"So, what exactly was with the pseudoreality?" She asks.

"The wild magic causes almost everything to become monstergirls." You explain.

"That sounds..." You glance at her. She's kinda red in the face. Probably imagining the potential wives.

"Very nice for you, not desirable for me." You finish her sentence for her.

"Yeah, that." She agrees. It's silent. You watch the screens. Safina's logs indicate she wants retrieval. Your friend's logs show that they really might, low key, want to be more capable of being like a black dragon lady. You glance at where Ryana was. She left without a sound. What kind of spear training is she under, that she's learning assassin tricks?

"System? Retrieve Safina." You say. The signal from her glasses distorts, before you see the inside of a room like the one she was in through them. You head back through to retrieve her from the cell.

"Good job on clearing up most of the mess." You say.

"Thanks." Safina says. "I'm gonna want some food soon, probably."

"Yeah, you probably will." You consider the amount of people here you know can cook. It's just you. But you can't leave your friend without a retrieval option.

"Someone talkin' bout needing food?" Ryana says. She thrusts you paper bags that smells of McDonald's. "One for you... The other for her."

"Who's that? What is she?" Safina asks.

"Ryana Blood, or sometimes Azure, resident electric blue drakyr, spearfighter, and mostly ok at cooking." Ryana responds, offering her hand. "Glad to meet you, miss...?"

"Safina." You interject. "I named her Safina Griffs." Safina takes a moment, and shakes the hand of Ryana.

"I look forward to potentially working with you you in the future, Ryana." Safina smiles.

Ryana kind of killed your mood to talk by being her dumb self. Safina and her are pretty much just talking about their dumb stuff. According to the screen, your friend is still talking to their armor. It could be worse, but it could be better... At some point, you fell asleep, and are woken up by a jolt on the hand.

"I think it's time to retrieve them?" Ryana suggests, rewrapping her hand. "And, don't worry, Safina's been shown to her room." You look at the screen. It's a helmet view of a black gauntlet, all parts in the hud showing 0%.

"...Ugh... Retrieve them?" You say groggily. The view distorts for a moment, then switches to just an overview of the map. In a while, you're gonna have to let your friend out, but for now, you think you'll just rest...

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Nisha, the Tiefling Rogue

[This character is mine, but the art is a bad copy of this art, by sub-res]

[Not real equipment, but I thought it would be]

Nisha is a shy girl, who has reddish/tanned skin and very fluffy white hair. She stands smol, and doesn’t have much muscle to speak of.

She was mysteriously summoned to a mysterious dungeon, armed with a little more than just her most comfortable sleeping clothes (a pair of black thigh-highs, a white half vest and grey undershorts.

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Bleh, this is a post for ease of linking.