Dead Town of Oakhurst suddenly has 14 new residents... (Part 1 | Part 2)...
Four of them are Monster Hunters with various levels of competence...
Shelby the Bigfoot Researcher...
Avid the Amateur... Pearl the Novice... Abolish Veylocke the Professional...
And three are people haunted by memories of someone...
Owen by his Lover Louis... Cleo by their Mother... Jack Von Pyroscythe by their Tormentor Czesław...
TW for graphic portrayal of burning alive at the stake... And Bigfoot...
Well, as graphic as basic Hero Forge allows me to... And I mean it... Cleo's and Avid's screenshots are at the lower resolution than the rest because my computer crashes every time I try to open these models on max settings...
I am also weirdly proud of this Bigfoot model... I don't know why I'm so endeared to them... You can't get furry legs with human feet in basic Hero Forge, so their whole lower half is made out of dog tails...
"The Biggest Fan"...
Shelby came to Oakhurst in hopes of finding the Bigfoot, but this desire took a backseat when a conflict between humans and vampires erupted in this dead town... Thankfully, that is all behind them... Now, immortal vampire Shelby, a successful novelist living in New York, sees a very peculiar man in line for her autograph... A man...with a very large feet!
Shelby always wanted to meet Bigfoot, but what they didn't expect is that Bigfoot... Would want to meet her!
New York Times #1 bestseller... Critics say: Ew, weird...
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The only thing about Vampires finale that I would've changed is this... Bigfoot was real the whole time and Shelby got to meet them... That's it... I wish them both nothing, but the best...
All of my models are free for public use, check pinned post, if you want links to any of them...
Bylerween Day 1: The Crawl / RUN! / Creature Feature
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
A forgotten system of tunnels runs beneath the valley, sealed in old maps and erased from official records. Rumors tell of a presence in the deep: a living maze that shifts at will, the stone warm as flesh, the air thick with something like breath.
The villagers refuse to speak of it—except to warn that those who enter do not return.
Throughout the day I have seen enough to have lost my faith completely in the quota reform movement. I still believe in the students and I respect those protecting the mandirs and police stations in their neighborhood. But I saw a bunch of policemen being burnt alive and their corpses hung upside down in the police station. Whatever spirit of revenge led to this, nothing, absolutely nothing in this world can ever justify it.