Thread: Tainted Trials (YourFavoriteSenpai & Umbrale)

You know my price Axel. Besides. The crag here tastes like shit and your whores are secondhand goods. The man took his hand off his steam pipe pistol, sighing and holding a couple fingers up. Don't forget it. If you want me to find something, two filters, someone, three filters. Two more if you want me to bring them back. His attitude towards filters lived up to his nickname given by the few of the bruts her worked with. They were short in supply with very few travelers knowing how to make them, even fewer that have the resources to build them as well. It was considered a luxury to the many humans who lived in the depths of the Zones . To those many, it was worth blood being shed. One by one, he loaded the meat into his pack. It didn't matter about what state the meat was in, food was food. I'd have more food if your boys didn't come to the zone and kill nearly all of the damn wildlife. Although Axel was nicer to the man compared to others, he knew that there was a subliminal need that lied underneath. They're all gone Axe. Any closer and your boys wouldn't have been coming back. He looked over to the fighting yard covered in the blood of their fellow Bruts beating each other for the sake of sport. Blood was the usual paint that patterned their walls. Many times it would be the blood of their enemies. Other times it would be the blood of their own. Your boys got fight, but they're stupid. just because they're alive doesn't mean they should kill or dominate it. The frostfangs in the area are roaming around now. No prey means they get hungry. There's nothing that's going to stop them from attacking your town you got here. If you want my advice. He pointed at a couple of the Bruts. Get them checked . Dark green rain began to pour over the rusty encampment, covering those out in the open with sludge. The man looked over his sleeve, seeing the sludge falling to the floor and moving towards one another. Living Rain . Axel. Looks like you got a problem to take care of. Before I go, I want to see the filters. All five of them. Squished rushed footsteps scattered all around, only being deafened by the sound of thick rain. Being outside for too long was a problem for nearly every living being, man, beast, brut, whore, anyone. The sound of horns blew through the camp, alarming others that battle was approaching. Small amounts of sludge alone was nothing to worry about, only needing to be crushed by a boot. However, large amounts of sludge led to the appearance of living sludge . Axel. Inside the brothel! The man kicked the cracked door open, hiding behind a corner readying his pistol. Once he unsheathed his steam pistol, he pulled back the hammer letting air enter inside the weapon. The fire rune began swallowing whatever air it came in contact with, activating once enough was reached. The gun was primed and ready, awaiting to come in contact with the hammer behind it. The brothel smelled like sweat, drugs, blood, and cum. No matter the smell however, he knew that being outside would be a far worse fate. Around, the sounds of battle can be heard. Much of the sludge coalesced into being, taking the form of the unlucky bruts still caught outside. These beings grew to take the form of their target, aiming to swallow them whole once their prey is considered in a weak or dying state. These slimes weren't intelligent but mimicked the actions of those who saw it, eventually using their prey's actions against them. Tell your boys to back the fuck up. Do they even listen to you!? He held his ground, opening his pack to grab three sharpened metal spikes to load into his gun. The spikes were nothing else but sharpened pieces of cut pipe, propelled by the force of steam caused by his gun's hammer landing against the flame rune itself. A simple design compared to the weapons from above, but an effective design as well. HIs pistol was held towards the door, aiming lower to around knee height. Unlike normal beasts, these things needed to be killed by cutting them into manageable pieces and crushing them with any object. Terms Frostfangs - Once normal wolves that became affected with taint. Much more aggressive and dangerous compared to their smaller cousins, they live within the icy regions of Zone 2. The only two drives that seem to run them are the need to eat and the need to breed. Get Checked - A term used by those within the zones for killingbrutally torturing one to teach a lesson to others. Living Rain - A weather event where living sludge comes down from the sky. Extremely dangerous to those caught outside with no sign of shelter nearby. Living rain occurs commonly during Spring. If there are clouds in the sky, experienced travelers find shelter and avoid traveling until the skies become clear. Only dangerous in regions with a balanced climate not too hot or too cold Living Sludge - Also known as slime, living sludge are cells that have coalesced together in order to form a loose multicellular-being. Being driven by the innate desire for more resources, these cells target other multi-cellular organisms. They evolve quickly, adapting to their environment by taking the form of those within line of sight. One can know who they target as prey by who they mimic. In water, they procreate profusely, making water above the surface extremely dangerous to drink and to trek near. In regions where it is too cold or too hot for water to stay in it's liquid form, this sludge is inert. The cells within it are delicate to temperature fluctuations.