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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 19:33:32 GMT -5
Dabble roleplays!
Stitch and I decided to start a new thread for all the short ideas we had, but never could fit them in/didn't make sense if we used them.
So far, we have:
Fab1xSeamstress2 (Made into full-time roleplay) 2x5 12xR.A.T.x48 1x8 8x9 Winged Beast Stork 12x45 Alternate ending to 6 and 8 fight in the main roleplay B.O.U.xS.C.A.L.E. Human's Appear
86 Dictator
Those that are colored green have been finished, and the one colored yellow is in progress. Red means that we haven't started it just yet!
These are also in random order, so it isn't definite that the idea next in line will be the next done.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 19:39:52 GMT -5
Everyone was gone. The remaining four had disappeared a long time ago, searching endlessly for any signs of life. Thankfully for them, they were long gone when movement began to shake the very earth. The Fabrication machine, the creature that had hunted and killed five of the stitchpunks, had laid dead for months, if not years. But it moved. Dear god, it moved. It found life in the figure it had crushed beneath itself when the 9th creation had destroyed it. It found 1.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 19:42:40 GMT -5
Small spider-like machines attacked cords from the machine into 1.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 19:50:44 GMT -5
A few more of the spider machines searched the surrounding area to try and find anything that could help.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 19:51:41 GMT -5
A slightly larger one walked past them all, dripping wet as it drug a body behind it.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 20:05:50 GMT -5
One followed after, looking a bit at the cadaver before scurrying over to the others, beeping out a few commands before it took off with a group to find supplies for this new body.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 20:07:51 GMT -5
The smaller group finished attaching 1's body before quickly retreating.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 20:20:50 GMT -5
The machine began to rise, though through it's actions, it didn't seem to be as it was, being more controlled than in control.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 20:22:22 GMT -5
1 shook his head as he came to. The machines retreated after the others.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 20:25:07 GMT -5
One machine scurried a bit forward, curious.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 20:27:00 GMT -5
He jumped when he saw it, jumping even worse when a giant claw stepped on it and destroyed it.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 20:38:49 GMT -5
Oh please, you're scared of that? Next thing you'll tell me is that you're scared of your own shadow... a small voice came, though the other machines didn't seem to hear it, only 1.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 20:39:38 GMT -5
"Who said that!?" He looked around, noticing then that his vision was slightly red.
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Post by ginchimera on Jun 19, 2010 20:53:59 GMT -5
Don't shout so loudly! You're giving me a migrane... I'm the machine you're hooked up to. THE machine. You know, soul-sucking monster?
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Jun 19, 2010 20:55:03 GMT -5
1 looked back and jumped ten times worse than before, wincing when he pulled on the wires connecting him to the machine.
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