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557 - "That one Space Boy"
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557 - "That one Space Boy"
528 - "The CGA Crusader"
509 - "Sad Machine"
Don't Terrorize the Tentacle Monster
(An original fiction) [Prompt: Let me remind you]
“Um, Stevie…Why do we have this, again?”
Brian was looking in a fridge, into its freezer. It held some alien tentacle monster. Stevie walked over… with an annoyed expression on his face.
“You forgot?”
Brian was mesmerized by this… thing. It was a very pink creature with a lot of tentacles. Like, maybe this’d be something you’d find in… some considerably unsavory places.
It was a mass, but at the center the “body” was one amber eye. Actually, now that he looked at it, some of the other tentacles held eyes.
“Uh, Brian?”
“Yes?”
The thing started to crawl out from the back of the freezer. It seemed to get bigger as it came out.
“Can you remember why we have it?”
“No?”
“We’re supposed to be taking care of this guy for a client. He’s out of town for the week and… wait…”
Stevie looked down at a pad as the creature made its way out the fridge.
“Oh no… I forgot about that.”
Suddenly the pink creature launched out of the freezer, growing to a considerable size! Stevie ducked out the room
“Brian! Take this!”
Stevie tossed over some pellets to Brian.
“What’s this!?”
“FOOD!”
The monster lunged at Brain, as he tossed the pellets across the room. The creature suddenly stopped, and in a fluid action, pushed itself to the food. It shrunk and turned blue.
“I totally forgot…”
“Forgot what?”
“If it gets agitated, it can wipe memories. Usually, it wipes the short-term memory so its prey forgets about its existence so it can pounce eat it.”
“…Ah.”
PG-Rated Bounty Hunter
(An original fiction based in the U-Sci-Fi Universe) [Prompt: no, we're not doing that"]
“Okay, so here’s a job on the board… 50 credits?”
Brian and Stevie had been sitting in their hanger for a while, figuring out what exactly to do next. Stevie had suggested to look over the Kudos board to see if there were any bounties to be had.
“So… that’s about what we need for the next month...”
The lizard looked up to this partner-in-sometimes-crime as he paced about the room.
“You should really look into budgeting lessons, Brian…”
Stevie was the most responsible of the duo, doing a lot of the budgeting for whatever escapades they went on. While Brian had his head in the clouds most of the time, Stevie was very practical in what needed to be done.
They needed a job, and no-one had contacted them in a while.
Stevie looked back to the tablet in his hands.
“They want the target dead, though...”
A large sigh came out of Brian. He came to a stop to look at Stevie
“Is there another job on the board...?”
“No... not right now.”
“Drat...”
Brian moved over to a large box and sat on it.
“I don't want to do any kind of killing...”
“You could just get a job. We don't HAVE to be bounty hunters all the time.”
Brian had heard that before, and it felt like he’d hear it again… Brian laid out his case.
“Yes... but where's the fun in a regular kind of job? I'm all about the bouncing about the galaxy and exploring places.”
Brian very much had his father in him, and that’s who he somewhat saw himself as. Though, he could never back up the idea with any clarity since Brian had never seen him. Only fragmentary images before he reportedly fell into some black hole or wormhole (there was never any much agreement as to what happened that day).
“... But we do NEED money to live.”
“That's why I stole the ship and became a bounty hunter, man... for the freedom of it all...”
Brian stared out into space. If only he could find… SOMETHING about his old man… something… Any story he heard about him painted him as some freedom fighter…
“I would rather try to save a life over taking it...”
It took a bit for Brian to come back to reality.
“... So no to the job?”
“... Yeeeeaahhh...”
Stevie sighed as he swiped about on his tablet.
“... This is the last time I'm taking funds out of my uncle's account, mark my words...”
"The cute eldritch horror contained in the basement"
Deciding to do the artfight.... thing I've seen around.
Wish me luck.
An art trading game
18 - "Brian Undervaul"
From Twitter,
This guy comes from a hyper mid-20th century pulp sci-fi kinda setting. He's a Han Solo type of person. Halfway been thinking about doing some Star Trek-esque stories with him and his lizard sidekick.