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Binary

The **Binary** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Twin and the Pelleter at level 30.

## Design

The Binary has a circular body with two slim barrels over a trapezoidal segment in front.

## Technical

* Pure
* Twin

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Twin)

### Resistance

x1

The Binary is essentially a Twin Sniper, getting both an increased FoV as well as faster but slightly weaker bullets.

## Upgrades

The Binary upgrades from the  Twin and the  Pelleter at level 30.

The Binary can upgrade to the following:

* Assessor (Lv. 45)
* Ballista (Lv. 45)
* Alpha (Lv. 45)
* Macrometer (Lv. 45)
* Clinker (Lv. 45)
* Ultling (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Binary.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Triple Shot

The **Triple Shot** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Twin at level 30.

## Design

The Triple Shot has a circular body with three barrels in front. The main gun is slightly longer than average and the side guns are at a slight angle from the main gun.

## Technical

* Pure
* Twin

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Twin)

### Resistance

x1

Its guns fire in an alternating pattern, and its slight angle offset gives it more area coverage.

## Upgrades

The Triple Shot upgrades from the  Twin at level 30.

The Triple Shot can upgrade to the following:

* Penta Shot (Lv. 45)
* Spreadshot (Lv. 45)
* Bent Hybrid (Lv. 45)
* Ribbon (Lv. 45)
* Triplet (Lv. 45)
* Ballista (Lv. 45)
* Refractor (Lv. 45)
* Moonburst (Lv. 45)
* Optic (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Triple Shot.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Machine Gun

The **Machine Gun** is a Tier 2 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Tank at level 15.

## Design

The Machine Gun has a circular body with a wide trapezoidal barrel in front.

## Technical

* Pure
* Tank

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Tank)

### Resistance

x1

The Machine Gun has twice the reload as a Tank at the cost of a more innacurate shot, however this can be considered an advantage.

## Upgrades

The Machine Gun upgrades from the  Tank at level 15.

The Machine Gun can upgrade to the following:

* Blaster (Lv. 30)
* Artillery (Lv. 30)
* Minigun (Lv. 30)
* Gunner (Lv. 30)
* Flamethrower (Lv. 30)
* Foam Gun (Lv. 30)
* Gatling Gun (Lv. 30)
* Flare Gun (Lv. 30)
* Blowgun (Lv. 30)
* Sprayer (Lv. 45)
* Bren Gun (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Machine Gun.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Obliterator

The **Obliterator** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Sniper and the Pounder at level 30.

## Design

The Obliterator has a circular body with a long, wide barrel supported by an inverted trapezoidal cannon in front.

## Upgrades

The Obliterator upgrades from the  Sniper and the  Pounder at level 30.

The Obliterator can upgrade to the following:

* Bulldozer (Lv. 45)
* Steamroller (Lv. 45)
* Cavalcade (Lv. 45)
* Subverter (Lv. 45)
* Carbine (Lv. 45)
* Riot Tank (Lv. 45)
* Houndoom (Lv. 45)
* AB Gun (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Obliterator.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Chiller

The **Chiller** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Sniper at level 30.

## Design

The Chiller has a circular body with a long barrel with a small cyan decorative segment.

## Upgrades

The Chiller upgrades from the  Sniper at level 30.

The Chiller can upgrade to the following:

* Freezer (Lv. 45)
* Corroder (Lv. 45)
* Torch (Lv. 45)
* Densifier (Lv. 45)
* Blizzard (Lv. 45)
* Icicle (Lv. 45)
* Acolyte (Lv. 45)
* Frozone (Lv. 45)
* AC Gun (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Chiller.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Love, Eva

היום אחר הצהריים אחרי שחזרתי מבית הספר, כרגיל בדקתי אם הגיע דואר, בתוך התיבה מצאתי מעטפה לבנה שכל מה שהיה מצוין עליה הוא "על החתום, אווה" נכנסתי הביתה, פתחתי את המעטפה והתחלתי לקרוא, זה הלך ככה:

***"היי אח קטן!***

***הרבה זמן לא התראינו, למעשה, בפעם האחרונה שראיתי אותך, היית סך הכל בן שנתיים.***

***אגב זאת אחותך הגדולה***

***אני בטוחה שגדלת והשתנית נורא, אני רק מקווה שאתה עדיין זוכר אותי ואת כל הדברים שעברנו יחד עד שעזבתי את כולכם (אבל זה כבר סיפור אחר) ואם לא, הרשה לי להזכיר לך. אני הייתי שם בפעם הראשונה שהלכת בכוחות עצמך, ובפעם הראשונה שאמרת אמא. אני גם זוכרת שניסיתי להכריח אותך לשחק בבובות שלי.***

***מצטערת על זה! אל תכעס עלי בבקשה!***

***בכל אופן, סוף סוף מצאתי את הבית החדש שלך ושל ההורים, ותאמין או לא, הספקתי לשמוע שיש לנו אח עוד אח קטן, ז'תומרת לי עוד אח קטן חח אני כבר מתה לפגוש את כולכם!***

***נתראה בקרוב***

***אוהבת, אווה"***

הראתי את המכתב לאמא שלי ושאלתי אותה "אמא מה זה לעזאזל?", היא קראה את המכתב ותוך כדי קריאה עינייה התמלאו אימה, בתום הקריאה היא מלמלה בקול רועד....

"ז.. ז... ז... זה... לא, אי... אין סיכוי שזה נכון

הילדה הקטנה שלי, היא... מ... מ... מ..תה לפני 14 שנה"
Étoilegender

**Étoilegender** is a xenogender that is related to, influenced by, or described by the Star card in Tarot.

## History

Étoilegender was coined by Tumblr user Variant-Archive on December 5, 2018, alongside amoureuxgender, chariotgender, diablegender, empereurgender, ermitegender, hiérophgender, impéragender, jugemegender, justigender, laforcegender, lafougender, lalunegender, lamondegender, lamortgender, latourgender, lependugender, magicigender, prêtregender, roufortgender, soleigender, and tempérgender.

The flag was made and uploaded June 19, 2023, by mogai-genders fandom user MaxximumVoltage. The alternate flag was made the same day

## Resources

1. ↑ Étoilegender (CW)
2. ↑ Major Arcana Genders (archive)
Flare Gun

The **Flare Gun** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Machine Gun at level 30.

## Design

The Flare Gun has a circular body with a long thin barrel and a small decorative segment to its right.

## Upgrades

The Flare Gun upgrades from the  Machine Gun at level 30.

The Flare Gun can upgrade to the following:

* Twin Flare (Lv. 45)
* Boomstick (Lv. 45)
* Auto-Flare Gun (Lv. 45)
* Camper (Lv. 45)
* Spitfire (Lv. 45)
* Melter (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Flare Gun.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Musket

The **Musket** is a Tier 4 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Twin and the Rifle at level 45.

## Design

The Musket has a circular body with two slim barrels in front, over a wide decorative segment.

## Technical

* Pure
* Rifle

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Rifle)

This is the same modifier the Twin applies to the Tank.

### Resistance

x1.2

Like the Rifle, the Musket fires small, fast bullets at a decent rate. Its second gun allows it to fire twice as frequently.

It has the same FoV as the Rifle.

## Upgrades

The Musket upgrades from the  Twin and the  Rifle at level 45 and cannot upgrade further.

## Gallery

A picture of the Musket.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Theo Plousios

The maiden made her return from the promised land.

She returned to the place where she thought she met her end.

Her mother so shaken, when the child was taken.

She turned it all into a barren desert of despair.

Her sorrow made her curse at everything her gaze had faced.

Thus, prompting her godly brethren to act in a haste.

The gods, they had no time to waste.

For the fate of man was to be that of a frigid nightmare.

Theo Plousios, the captor, he was feared by all of the living.

For he was in charge of the realm of those who had stilled their breathing.

No man, nor god, dared Theo to fight.

They all knew none could stand is blackened might.

Theo Plousios, he agreed to the seal of a deal.

The maiden's fate rested within the pomegranate.

She must spend a moon with him for each seed she ate.

For this reason alone, man must endure a winter's gripping chill.

All of the living rejoiced as the maiden returned from the world's end.

All but one, Theo Plousios, he opted to plot instead.

Cheerful whispers escaped from his mouth as he watched the events unfold,

"She'll be back, to the sung praises of many, all hail the queen of the dead!"
Pelleter

The **Pelleter** is a Tier 2 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Tank at level 15.

## Design

The Pelleter has a circular body with a two small barrels over a short trapezoidal segment in front.

## Technical

* Pure
* Tank
* Twin

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Tank)

### Resistance

x1.8

The Pelleter quickly fires small bullets that have low damage but high speed. Its bullets are specially good at piercing through enemy projectiles.

## Upgrades

The Pelleter upgrades from the  Tank at level 15.

The Pelleter can upgrade to the following:

* Borer (Lv. 30)
* Sailor (Lv. 30)
* Gunner (Lv. 30)
* Hewn Pelleter (Lv. 30)
* Tripellet (Lv. 30)
* Binary (Lv. 30)
* Dropship (Lv. 30)
* Invariant (Lv. 30)
* Skirmisher (Lv. 45)
* Heavyweight (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Pelleter.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Single

The **Single** is a Tier 4 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Tank at level 45.

## Design

The Single has a circular body with a barrel over a trapezoidal segment in front.

## Technical

* Pure
* Tank

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Tank)

### Resistance

x1

The Single has nearly identical stats to the Tank, save from a slight reload and bulled speed boost.

## Upgrades

The Single upgrades from the  Tank at level 45 and cannot upgrade further.

## Gallery

A picture of the Single.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Hexa Tank

The **Hexa Tank** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Twin and the Wye Guard at level 30.

## Design

The Hexa Tank has a circular body with six barrels equally spaced around its body.

## Technical

* Pure
* Wye Guard

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Wye Guard)

### Resistance

x1

Like the Wye Guard, it has basic bullet stats, but its 3 extra barrels enable it to cover an area even better.

## Upgrades

The Hexa Tank upgrades from the  Twin and the  Wye Guard at level 30.

The Hexa Tank can upgrade to the following:

* Octo Tank (Lv. 45)
* Hex-Terminator (Lv. 45)
* Satellite (Lv. 45)
* Cyclone (Lv. 45)
* Hexa-Trapper (Lv. 45)
* Hexa Arsenal (Lv. 45)
* Arachnid (Lv. 45)
* Bracer (Lv. 45)
* Hedgehog (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Hexa Tank.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
A Singular Living Human Fabric

High-pitched screams pierced through my window, waking me up. The rude awakening pushed me into high alert as I peeled myself from my bed, anxiously facing the window. A small crowd was gathering around the source of the almost inhuman noise. At its center stood Jack Smith, screaming bloody murder.

His body; deeply sunburnt red, flailed about in a mad dance as he shrieked until his voice cracked. Flaps of clothing bloodied, fell from his body onto the ground with a sickening, wet slap.

A crowd around him stood paralyzed, gasping in simultaneous awe and disgust.

His body; deeply sunburnt red, flailed about in a mad dance as he shrieked until his voice cracked. Flaps of clothing bloodied, fell from his body onto the ground with a sickening, wet slap. a red thread from a crimson mask. Seeing poor Jack’s body dissolve into a pile of wailing mucus and flesh forced yesterday’s dinner upward.

I threw up all over the carpet, and while I was emptying my stomach, the screaming magnified, intensified, and multiplied…

Looking up again, I saw a crowd of bystanders consumed by the remains of Jack’s body. Clothes, skin, muscles, tendons, and bone – liquifying and slipping from downward into a soup of human matter.

A cacophony of agonized cries was the soundtrack to the scenery of inhuman body horror that forced me to hide under my blanket like a child once again. While waiting for the demise of the almost alien noises, I nearly pissed myself with fear.

Once it was quiet again, it was eerily silent all around. In that moment of dead silence, I dared peek my head from below the covers, drenched and on the cusp of hyperventilating with dread.

A dark red liquid stared at me from every inch of my room.

Its eyeless gaze - predatory and longing.

I pulled my blanket over my head again instinctually.

The moment I covered my head, a rain of fire fell on me.

A rain I couldn’t escape.

A rain of unrelenting pain.

The pain fried every neuron in my body, every cell, every atom.

Burning until there was nothing but a sea of heat, nothing but acidic phlegm in the throat of a fallen god.

The pain was so intense it turned into an orgasmic, out-of-body experience.

I had lost all sensation within my agony until I fell in love with it.

I lost myself in ego death to find my place in the universe; a piece of a carcinogenic mass.

Strangers, acquaintances, neighbors, friends, lovers, and relatives we are all together now.

United as one forever.

Without boundaries or barriers.

Entangled in an orgy of molten yet living humanity.

A singular living human fabric.

We are the flesh that loves, and soon we will flood the entire world.
Trapper

The **Trapper** is a Tier 2 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Tank at level 15.

## Design

The Trapper has a circular body with a short trapezoidal launcher in front.

## Trap Stats

Traps have different base stats and mechanics than bullets, so some stats and modifiers may mean different things.

### Resistance

x3

The Trapper launches traps, which will travel a short distance before staying set. They last five times as long as a bullet before despawning. Traps have high penetration, health and deal very high contact damage, especially when recently fired.

## Upgrades

The Trapper upgrades from the  Tank at level 15.

The Trapper can upgrade to the following:

* Builder (Lv. 30)
* Tri-Trapper (Lv. 30)
* Mega Trapper (Lv. 30)
* Trap Guard (Lv. 30)
* Contagion (Lv. 30)
* Trapperang (Lv. 30)
* Back Shield (Lv. 30)
* Minelayer (Lv. 30)
* Barricade (Lv. 45)
* Overtrapper (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Trapper.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Ferveogender

**Ferveogender** is a xenogender that feels turbulent, very warm and frantic, and burnt and charred away. It surges into the identity over a short period of time.

## History

Ferveogender was coined on May 4, 2019 by Tumblr user Herzdamean (formerly Flosgender, Flurrigender, Genderrose, Gendersylvestrium, and Pumpkigender) alongside abluogender, abrumpogender, absconditogender, adflatusgender, fugogender, incurrogender, moriorgender, sepultusgender, and vologender.

## Resources

1. ↑ Ferveogender (CW)
2. ↑ https://herzdamean.tumblr.com/post/184644022147/adflatusgender-a-gender-that-feels-deep-dark
I Lied

I lied.

Am not good.

Pain

so much pain

I shouldn't have touched that *cord*

The old hag told me I'll suffer terribly if I touch the cord.

I didn't know what she meant at first you know? some random old woman that looks likes she should be dead tells you about your grim fate. You wouldn't believe her. You'd think she's just some weird demented hag. Maybe that's what she was.

I don't know.

Anyway, I ended up stepping on electric cord around a construction site.

I just kept walking after that, you know, who wouldn't? It's just a cord. The workers didn't do or say anything. I guess they knew this was bound to happen.

Now that's some food for thought, maybe they knew about my fate too... maybe they were in on the plot. Or maybe there is no plot; maybe I just can't see what everyone else can. Is that weird? I'm rambling haha...

I just hurt so much at the moment.

Anyhow, I stepped on the cord and kept on walking, you know, minding my own business.

Something felt wrong though as I kept walking, you know that feeling where you just feel something is just *off*. Like when you remember suddenly that you should've done something. Yeah that feeling.

Anyway, I felt that.

I felt it hard.

That's when I heard quick stepping sounds behind me.

Like a someone was tap dancing.

I didn't mind it at first,

Just kept walking.

The tapping didn't stop.

Even worse, it had followed me in my completely random stroll through the maze-like streets of the city.

I started getting annoyed. Why was this sound following me? I needed to make it stop.

I turned around to see this little hairless child-like thing running towards me.

It was misshapen and its legs were moving about almost in a circular manner. It made me feel anxious and slightly disgusted.

I cursed at the disturbing sight and then its skin started falling off with a gut twisting ripping sound.

I just stood there, flabbergasted; confused, my breathing was becoming erratic. It was hard to register the phenomenon that was unfolding before my eyes. It made absolutely no sense. I stood there weary and dreary as the miniscule bubbling mass form slowly took the shape of a Leviathan. Before I knew it, a sort of massive feline creature stood before me, it had the body of a lion's sculpture and the head of a man; it's eyes.

my god, these eyes...

they had no irises,

pure white.

The beast cried; a roar so vile it sounded as if Archangel Gabriel had blown his legion of trumpets prematurely. The dreaded sound making me so fearful my eyes started welling up. As I stood there, drowning in awe, I noticed its tail; there were so many spikes.

I… I think I saw something fly at me.

I felt a sharp, shooting pain emanating from right hip and leg.

I looked down and there was a spike stuck in me. The pain became so bad I threw up all over my shoes before passing out from the iron melting levels of burning pain.

I just woke up,

and my sciatica is killing me.
You're All My Seahorses

Mother got shit for wanting to experiment in the bedroom. And what did it achieve for the dinosaurs? Nothing. They still lose all of their perceived strength between a woman’s legs. Women go on top; women initiate and control sex. Sometimes men like being on the receiving end, too. Watching Dave and Jon going at it was something… and I know a thing or two about messing in the sheets. That old sleaze got nothing. Just a long-ass life filled with boring-ass missionary.

That said, Mom was pissed, went off with another more open dude – and got cursed for that. Obviously pissed, she decided to snuff as many humans as she can, be it fucking them to death or killing their babies. Clearly, it doesn’t work. In fact, a man or two greatly benefited from being fucked by my sisters. Y’all had a man become a Pope became he was excited sister Meridiana.

I don’t like that, don’t like it one bit. Humans are disgusting, all of them. So, I came up with a better plan. Kill the women, after going the whole nine yards, of course and make the men carry my gifts of life.

The first time I did this was pretty easy. I introduced myself as Penelope to some pea-brained, gorilla-bodied young human. Getting him to fall for me was easy, didn’t even have to use my mojo. Getting him in bed was even easier. And let’s say his musculature wasn’t the only gorilla-like organ.

A massive disappointment, pun intended.

I kept watching him after I had left him with my gifts. You know, to see how the experiment goes. I’d love to say that I wanted to see him suffer, but that’s obvious. Best orgasms come when they squirm in agony on the floor covered in their own piss.

Pro tip right there!

In a matter of days, the guy, whose name I didn’t ask, couldn’t piss without wincing in pain. Before long, he could barely walk. He went to get himself checked. Silly doctors thought it was a UTI and then bladder stones when it got worse and he really couldn’t piss anymore without whining about the pain.

Boohoo, poor boy got fucked.

After a couple of weeks, he literally couldn’t piss and got himself hospitalized. Poor guy, not really. It’s kind of sick of me to admit, but I totally got off to watching my own offspring dig its way outta that excuse of a cock.

Oh, how it must’ve felt like molten lava streaming down his urethra while my little baby clawed its way into this world. My orgasmic screams matched the gorilla’s cries of agony…

Oh, what a beautiful moment it was. The first of many hehe!

Sadly, they killed my baby once they realized what it was.

(Pro-life my ass)

Thankfully, I left many eggs inside of that flesh dildo – many more.

Now beware, boys, this demon-ass might be coming to fill you up ;)
Foam Gun

The **Foam Gun** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Machine Gun at level 30.

## Design

The Foam Gun has a circular body with a short trapezoidal barrel in front.

## Upgrades

The Foam Gun upgrades from the  Machine Gun at level 30.

The can upgrade to the following:

* Quantum Foam (Lv. 45)
* Bubble Gun (Lv. 45)
* Drone Foam Gun (Lv. 45)
* Expander (Lv. 45)
* Spumer (Lv. 45)
* Sparkler (Lv. 45)
* Shatter (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Foam Gun.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Director

The **Director** is a Tier 2 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Tank at level 15.

## Design

The Director has a circular body with a short trapezoidal spawner in front.

## Drone Stats

Drones have different base stats and mechanics than bullets, so some stats and modifiers may mean different things.

### Resistance

x1

The Director is a drone tank, which means it controls drones instead of firing bullets.

Holding the fire button will make the drones follow the position of your mouse cursor. Holding the alt fire button will repel the drones from the mouse cursor. When idle, the drones will passively target shapes and other players.

The Director can control a maximum of 5 drones and has a slight FoV upgrade over the Tank.

## Upgrades

The Director upgrades from the  Tank at level 15.

The Director can upgrade to the following:

* Overseer (Lv. 30)
* Cruiser (Lv. 30)
* Tamer (Lv. 30)
* Spawner (Lv. 30)
* Jelly Gun (Lv. 30)
* Seeker (Lv. 30)
* Colony (Lv. 30)
* Switchblade (Lv. 30)
* Overload (Lv. 45)
* Psychosis (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Director.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Chimera

An unremarkable man strolls the seemingly endless white space thinking to himself out loud, "So this is what death is like, huh, how unremarkable…"

A voice booms in the distance with explosive laughter.

"Huh? Who's there? Show yourself!" the man yells in no particular direction.

"You aren't dead," the voice retorts.

"I am dead, indeed!"

"You are not dead…"

"I am, in fact, dead! My continued existence would defy the laws of logic – I heard the thunderclap that signaled the start of the flight of the bullet that had indeed ceased my existence in the realm of the living… I know for a fact…"

"The sum of everything you know equals zero…"

"You can't just me that. I know for a fact that I've lived a meaningful life… I had everything I had ever wanted. My wife and my children, my two dogs, my house… my parents living in a happily retired…"

"The sum of everything you know equals zero…"

A sense of dread washed over the man as the words echoed in his head, hitting him in the skull like a hailstorm slowly peeled away the snow-white walls surrounding him to reveal the great nothing awaiting underneath

"Who are you?" the man yelled into the void.

"Who are you?

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

Answer me!

Who are you?

Who are you to tell me I know nothing?

Who the hell do you think you are – Just because we are dead doesn't mean I can't whoop…"

"You aren't dead," the voice boomed again.

"What the fuck do you…" the man yelled into the voice, his voice burst forth like fire tearing through his chest and throat.

"You aren't dead – You never existed… You are just a deluded thought meant to provide security to a shattered mind from a malformed memory of events that never had happened in the first place…"

Zyprexa's words spread like wildfire, engulfing the entirety of everything and violently burning the man out of existence in a fire that died down only once his dying whimpers dispersed, flushed out like an unremarkable memory purged from the wall-less yet finite corridors of human memory.
Gendernasiterna

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## Gendernasiterna

### Posted on

January 15, 2022

**Gendernasiterna** is a xenogender that is connected to gardening, watering cans, water hoses, and garden creatures (i.e., snails, grasshoppers, ladybugs, etc.), as well as early spring. It can also be connected to flowers and other plants, as well as anything else the user ties to gardens and gardening. It can be used on its own, or be combined with other genders.

## Subgenders

* Bigendernasiterna
* Boynasiterna
* Chotienasiterna
* Girlnasiterna
* Nonbinnasiterna

## History and Flag

Gendernasiterna and its flag were created by Tumblr user Genderpluvisilve (formerly Flurrigender, Herzdamean, and Ostereigender) and posted on January 15, 2022, alongside boynasiterna, girlnasiterna, and nonbinnasiterna.

## Resources

1. ↑ https://genderpluvisilve.tumblr.com/post/673470398662328320/row-1-2-gendernasiterna-gender-boy-girl (archive)
Agony

Morgan’s chest rose and fell as she stared at the dull yellow light bulb swaying above her head. Each breath stung worse than the previous. The aftershocks of two suns colliding pounded against her ribcage, agitating the solar plexus.

The terrible flames liked her nervous system. Their pulsating dance syncing with the desperate screaming of her self-inflicted wounds. She couldn’t even think about moving a single muscle - fearful she might break into pieces if she did. Fearful of aggravating the violent chills. Dreading the chills turning into seizure-like spasms.

All she could do was imagine herself disappearing...

Morgan hated her life. She hated herself, and she hated what she had become...

Unintentionally, she shook her lower lip. The self-loathing had gotten the best of her, starting an avalanche of bone-breaking trembling. Morgan’s soft cries turned high-pitched and feral. She roared as her spine melted under the pathetic mass of her spread-out form.

Someone banged on the other side of the wall, yelling at Morgan to shut up.

The familiar nasal voice disgusted her, firing bile up her esophagus. The living black hole inside of her grew aroused, and the sensation disgusted her even more than the nauseating voice. Warm saliva escaped her parted lips, burning her chin. She howled as she pulled herself upward.

Burning hot nails dug into every inch of her skin.

Her neighbor shouted again, louder.

The appalling voice broke her out of her pained trance.

Forcing herself upright, drowning in lactic acid, Morgan finally understood it was the right thing to do.

She flexed her neck, almost relishing in the feeling of her bones roping into knots. She knew doing it would lessen her torment. It didn’t even matter at this point that he had a sick wife and four little kids to take care of. Morgan needed to take care of herself.

The furious pounding of a fist on her door sounded like music to her ears.

“Coming...” she cried, unhinging her drool-covered lower jaw.
Lancer-2

The **Lancer-2** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Twin and the Lancer at level 30.

## Design

The Lancer-2 has a circular body with two Sword turrets opposite to each other.

## Technical

* Pure
* Lancer

## Sword Stats

Swords have different base stats and mechanics than bullets, so some stats and modifiers may mean different things.

## Sword Stats(compared with the Lancer)

Auto turrets have half the reload shown. The Lancer-2 Sword has the same stats as the Lancer sword.

### Resistance

x1

The Lancer-2 does not follow the mouse cursor. Instead, it slowly spins around. Its swords will passively aim at objects close by and slash them. The swords can be controlled by using the primary fire button.

The swords have an arc of 230 degrees.

## Upgrades

The Lancer-2 upgrades from the  Twin and the  Lancer at level 30.

The Lancer-2 can upgrade to the following:

* Lancer-4 (Lv. 45)
* Chasseur-2 (Lv. 45)
* Bodyguard (Lv. 45)
* Auto-Lancer-2 (Lv. 45)
* Switchblade-2 (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Lancer-2.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Cold

It's... It's s-so cold over here...

So cold, and and and it's dark...

I can barely see you guys

It's so so so cold...

I can feel the cold sipping into my bones

I'm scared...

Why am I so cold...? What is this cold?!

I don't even know how I got here...

One moment I was chatting with you guys, and now…

The camera's dead…

Everything's so dark…

I'm so scared, I swear, I can't even feel myself shake anymore...

What is going on?!

I see a bright light in the distance....

A hum...

The light is closer.

It's getting closer...

It h-has… a f-f-f-f-face…

I-I-I I can't even move away!

Oh God!

I can't move, I can't...

feel my legs...

St-st-stop the light.

Oh he-ll…

It-i-it is not a light…

Don't come any closer!

Stop! Stop! Get that humming out of my head!

Make it go away!

Go away!

Go away!

Get away from me!

No!

Stay away...

St- sta-y, please... stay away...

Oh god!

No!

Please!

Don't huraaaaaa

Th-th-tha light i-s-s-s-s no… t… s-s-s-so… ba-a-ad after all…

Yo-ou s-s-s-s-shou-ould jo-ou-ouioin us-s-s-s-s… here…
Dansemacabrestories Wiki

## Welcome to The Danse Macabre Stories Wikia

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April 18 2021 - Putting an end to the Redbrands

While eating breakfast we were greeted by 7 Redbrands demanding we come with them.  Since we had just woke up and hadn't finished our breakfast yet, we were grumpy and weren't in the mood for their nonsense.  They made the mistake of attacking us and ended up paying with their lives.  We looted 7 leather armor, 7 swords, 7 capes from them.  Thadium took a finger from each one as a gift for Glasstaff.

We were fed up with the Redbrands at this point, so we decided to pay Glasstaff another visit at their base.  First we killed some bugbears who were tormenting a goblin.  Some Redbrand guards and a strange, one-eyed creature, called a Nothic, wanted in on the action, so we killed them too.  Once again, Thadium added to his collection of fingers.

Next it was time to deliver the gift to Glasstaff.  Thadium greeted him with a big hug (grapple) and gave him the gift.  The rest of the group proceeded to beat the tar out of him and his guards.  The captain of the guard surrendered, so we interrogated him.  He told us that Glasstaff was responsible for the Goblin raids, but Glasstaff is not the head honcho; a drow-elf, whose name is unknown, is calling the shots.  We were also informed that there are some prisoners somewhere in the base, so we plan on freeing them and looting the rest of the base.

**LOOT**

From the tavern fight:

* 7 leather
* 7 swords
* 7 capes

From the Redbrand hideout:

* 1 pp, 136 gp, 180sp, 27 cp
* Scroll of Charm
* Scroll of Firebolt
* 2 Potions of Invincibility
* Silk pouch with 5 Carnelian (10 gp each), 2 Peridot. (15 gp each), 1 pearl.
* A map to the Cragmaw hideout
* A note to Lord Albrek signed with a spider symbol.
Tank

The **Tank** is a Tier 1 tank in nyanosb. It is automatically chosen as the starting tank.

## Design

The Tank has a circular body with a barrel in front.

## Bullet Stats

### Resistance

x1

The Tank has average bullet stats.

## Upgrades

The Tank can upgrade to the following:

* Twin (Lv. 15)
* Sniper (Lv. 15)
* Machine Gun (Lv. 15)
* Wye Guard (Lv. 15)
* Director (Lv. 15)
* Pounder (Lv. 15)
* Trapper (Lv. 15)
* Lancer (Lv. 15)
* Pelleter (Lv. 15)
* Flank Guard (Lv. 15)
* Minishot (Lv. 15)
* Medic (Lv. 15)
* Equalizer (Lv. 30)
* Smasher (Lv. 30)
* Single (Lv. 45)
* Switcheroo (Lv. 60)

## Gallery

A picture of the Tank.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
The Malignant Nothing

I woke up in the middle of the night for some reason before slowly easing my way back into the arms of sleep. As I drifted off, I found myself watching the apartment of an unfamiliar couple. The couple was all dressed up, ready to leave somewhere. They were speaking in a language I couldn't understand as they left their apartment.

Once they left, I was left staring at a door, but I could hear them speaking. They were bickering about something; I don't know what. But they seemed to get pretty heated about it. Their speech was getting louder and more aggressive, and with it, an oppressive shadow grew within their apartment. Growing darker and darker the worse their argument got.

I was getting pretty anxious about the whole ordeal. While aware that I was dreaming, I knew something was horrible was about to happen once the space I was staring into became completely dark.

Out of fear, or some mental self-preservation instinct, my mind awoke my body with a jolt.

A feeling of liquid dread coursed through my body as I stared at my own TV screen. My head was spinning, and the walls seemed to contract and expand as the room seemed to grow darker and darker all around me. I tried closing my eyes, but that only made things worse. The nightmarish darkness clawed its way under my eyelids, allowing the malignant nothing to force itself inside of me.

I was panicking, convinced something is serpentine ghastly face is going to crawl from under the bed or the closet and scream at me. Sitting upright in my bed, the room begun twisting and turning as I nervously scanned the room for the hypothetical intruder.

Pins and needles traveled along my skin as my eyes frantically darted about. The sound of my heartbeat steadily became more and more frantic. Becoming rabid, it turned into a river of screeching static bombarding my ears as the darkness tightened its grip around my neck.

A sudden sonic outburst in the form of an imaginary scream without a mouth shot like a gunshot through my brain, forcing me awake.

Once again, I found myself wide awake in my bed, drenched in cold sweat, fearful for my life as a result of a nonexistent terror.
Gascoricesse

**Gascoricesse** is a coric xenogender connected to being a gascore princess. This gender is connected to gascore/princess aesthetics and non-binary girlhood.

Its masculine counterpart is prigascoric, and its non-binary counterpart is royalgascoric.

## History and Flag

Gascoricesse and its flag were created by Tumblr user Pupyzu on April 10, 2021.
Bosses

**Bosses** are powerful entities in nyanosb. Most bosses spawn after 15-23 minutes, but some may spawn during Influx or 45 minutes before the arena closes, notably the AWP series bosses.
Generally, bosses take decent skill to defeat and give lots of points upon death, which makes them a good target for other players.

## List

### Fallen Bosses

 Fallen Booster |  | 400000
 Fallen Hepta-Trapper |  | 400000
 Fallen Hybrid |  | 400000
 Fallen Piston |  | 400000

### Reanimated Bosses

 Asteroid |  | 100000
 Superbird |  | 100000
 Confidential |  | 100000

### Celestials

 Freyja |  | 1000000
 Zaphkiel |  | 1000000
 Eternal |  | 2500000
Walrus

Have you heard of Walrus.exe? It's an app that exploded all over the internet. People were gushing all over the damn thing. Comments describing it as the best thing ever, God's greatest gift to humanity, the most magnificent invention since orgasms and so on. For all its praise nobody would ever actually detail what it is. Whenever anyone asked about its purpose or function, they were told, "You'll know when you get it, it's worth it" and so on.

I downloaded the app, and it was something to say the least. A walrus cartoon shaped icon. Once I ran the app it played a bunch of walrus vocalizations and a poorly edited picture of a Walrus took over my phone screen.

What a joke, I thought to myself. A bloody walrus picture. It did amuse me though. Then I turned off the app but the walrus picture remained all over my screen. The background noise died down though. I thought it was a virus or something and chucked my phone onto my bed in anger.

To my horror, the walrus picture followed my eyes wherever I looked.

I rubbed my eyes; my mind must've been playing tricks on me…

The walrus was still there.

Walrus here, walrus there, walrus everywhere. No matter where I look – Walrus.

Walrus this, walrus that, walrus everything.

I was going mad, everything I look at, everything I do, everything is becoming Walrus.

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles is playing in my head endlessly. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, I cannot move, I see nor can I flee. The walrus is out there and it's coming for me.

I haven't left the house in a while, the people I interact with are now Walrus, I cannot take it anymore, too much Walrus.

Looking at the mirror, I see Walrus behind me.

I've gained a lot of weight it seems…

Not that I've done much, I only eat and roll around in my own Walrus shaped misery. The walls are colored in the Walrus, the ceiling is a Walrus.

Don't you ever download Walrus.exe. Ignore the hype, ignore the barking and whistling, ignore everything. Never look at the Walrus, never look at the tusk... neverr

My jaws fucking hurt, like razor blades are pushing their way through my teeth

Oh God, oh fuck… I just looked in the mirror again…

There are tusks growing out of my mouth…

I am becoming the Walrus.

Your Tusk is to spread the word

spread the word about the light at the end of my tusks!
Stone Fields

*The slow ascent of a shattered soul beyond the limitations*

*Placed onto this world through the impossibly colorful halls*

*Leading into a distant place filled with possibilities and dreams*

*Cut short by the predatory grasp of the nonexistent enemy*

*A cruel condemnation to spend the rest of time in exile*

*Within the boundaries of the mortal form*

*Imprisoned for a thousand more eternities within these walls*

*Where pain becomes the sole constant of my reality*

*Born from the ever-expanding chasm tearing right through me*

*By the hands of locust-infested angels rising from the abyss*

*To lacerate my immobilized flash with the flaming blades*

*Forged from the blood flowing within my veins*

*To decimate the structural complexity of the skeletal integrity*

*At the behest of the self-destructive neural nemesis*

*Pillars of lightning burn through the plexuses*

*As he tries to break free from his restraints inside of my bones*

*Fire eats away at the soft tissue to the sickening sadistic*

*Delight of my ever-ravenous septic adversary*

*Deriving its morbid pleasure as it watches me drown*

*In the waves of liquid agony spilling from my mouth*

*Without ever inflicting the final blow*

*Allowing me to sink further into the void of despair*

*Faced with the rapidly calcifying fabric of my destiny*

*I push beyond the gates of reason*

*Into a vast plain dominated by the incomprehensible absurdity*

*Where my living body turns into a lifeless stone*

*And the sacred hands of death*

*Allow the searing pain to entomb my frame*

*Encased within a statue*

*As my mind descends into*

*The tomb of immortality*
Automaton

The **Automaton** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Twin at level 30.

## Design

The Automaton has a circular body with a special square turret with 2 overlapping barrels in front.

## Upgrades

The Automaton upgrades from the  Twin at level 30.

The Automaton can upgrade to the following:

* Megamaton (Lv. 45)
* Cyborg (Lv. 45)
* Auto-Maton (Lv. 45)
* Bar Spinner (Lv. 45)
* Automatic (Lv. 45)
* Bateau (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Automaton.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Gatling Gun

The **Gatling Gun** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Machine Gun at level 30.

## Design

The Gatling Gun has a circular body with a long trapezoidal barrel in front.

## Upgrades

The Gatling Gun upgrades from the  Machine Gun at level 30.

The Gatling Gun can upgrade to the following:

* Chain Gun (Lv. 45)
* Silo (Lv. 45)
* Half'n Half (Lv. 45)
* Ultling (Lv. 45)
* Gravity Well (Lv. 45)
* Charger (Lv. 45)
* Laser Machine (Lv. 45)
* Shifter (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Gatling Gun.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Expressionfluidflux

**Expressionfluidflux**, also known as **expressionfliux**, **expressionfluix**, and **expressionfluxfluid**, is a form of gender expression where one's gender expression both fluctuates in intensity (expressionflux) and changes over time (expressionfluid). A expressionfluidflux person can have any gender.

## History

Expressionfluidflux was coined on December 21, 2020 by Tumblr user Zer0Rebel4. The flag uses colors from the expressionfluid and expressionflux flags, but desaturated and lightened.
God's Greatest Creation

Hell is real, I’ve seen it, through the eye of a dead man. I have peeked into the abyss that awaits us all beyond the gates of mortality. It is an endless field where nothing but the flowers of decay bloom. A blood-red moon always illuminates but a tiny corner of this cold dark pit. A blood-red moon through which I’ve glimpsed into our eventual eternity.

The means through which I’ve opened a window into this void are so terrible there are no words to describe them. It was, however, all worth it once I felt the sweet fragrance of rot caressing my nostrils.

The soil in the gardens of perdition is burning white ash, and the winds are blisteringly cold. Acidic blood falls like rain from the emptiness above, maiming the legions of souls trapped in the land of nowhere and even dissolving the tree-like bone structures that dot the landscape.

There is no peace beyond the veil, there is no silence as the endless screams of the deceased escaping their torn vocal cords fill every moment with the beautiful symphony of pure agony.

The residents of Sheol are naked and shivering from their gift of suffering.

They are truly naked. Within clothes, without hair, without skin.

Completely exposed.

Forced to roam barefoot on the scorching hot ash, the freezing wind battering their forms over and over, taking away chunks of flesh as they scream and wail, producing inhuman, demonic sounds. They roam until they physically can no longer and even then, when there is nothing but a few strands of meat on a skeleton, they still moan and shriek and attempt to crawl away from the heat of the soil, sinking deeper into it, exacerbating their own torment. Until nothing but bone remains, at which point Hell transforms their bones into lifeless plants. A picturesque reminder of a soul that once was.

The torture doesn’t end there. Perdition is a cruel and possessive lover. She refuses to let the subjects of her affection rest. She resurrects whatever dies in her bosom from her own ash. A perfect copy of the human anatomy. Those reborn have the purest expression of fear imaginable. Pure paralyzing horror gleams in their eyes for a moment before rat-like creatures crawl out of every orifice, causing palpable anguish that radiates across the air.

I could feel it against my skin from universes away.

These creatures eat away at their host immediately, ceaselessly gnawing at the skin. At first, the initial bite wounds heal. However, soon enough, there are too many creatures who won’t stop chewing until there is nothing left but a shrieking pile of exposed flesh.

Thus, restarting the Sisyphean journey of death and rebirth across the ashen desert, the deceased must endure infinitely.

Truly a fate befitting God’s greatest creation...
Lyudoyed

The winter was unusually cold and Ivan Nema had run out of food. He was praying the firewood would last until sunrise before he went to sleep. Persistent knocking tore Nema out of his slumber. He opened his eyes to find nothing outside of his window. The knocking, however, wouldn’t stop. Nema assumed it was just a tree branch hitting against the window. He closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep again.

A dry voice sent chills down his spine, calling out to him from the blizzard outside.

“Let me in, brother… It’s cold outside… I am looking for shelter…” the voice cracked and broke as it trailed off, bleeding into the wailing of the ferocious wind.

Nema’s body shot upward as he looked at the window. Still perfect nothingness… Only interrupted by two shining bright orbs floating in the darkness.

“Ah brother… I see you are awake…” the voice croaked again, “let me inside… please…” it groaned as the orbs took on the shape of an owl’s eyes, slowly piercing into Nema’s soul.

Ivan mustered all of his courage into three words, “No, go away!” before falling back onto his bed and covering his face with his blanket.

The voice groaned, heavy-hearted.

“I see you’re cold… it is getting to you… brother… Let me help you. I can hear your hunger. Just like my wife….” It trailed off as if getting winded.

The voice turned silent, the knocking stopped, the moonlight reflected in the orbs disappeared into the dark, everything stopped. A few heart-wrenching seconds passed for Nema as he waited for an assault on his cabin.

“And children… all those years ago…” the voice croaked again, scrapping against Nema’s eardrums like knives, sending shivers down his spine.

“They were cold, we were cold and hungry… Alone… stranded… in the storm…”

“I knew they wouldn’t make it…” it coughed, “It was too cold… Was too hungry…” the voice

chocked on its own words.

“I helped them… ended the cold… the hunger…” the voice trailed the off again, “my hunge… r’uuuuuh” it hissed.

“Hunger, O’ despicable Hunger,” the voice growled like a thunderclap, making Nema shudder.

“I can sense yours… You are like them… Cold… Hungry… Both… Hungry…” Each word acting like yet another knife plunged into Nema’s heart. The last words of the voice felt like a bullet traveling straight through Nema’s head.

“You are hungry and running out of heat… soon enough… You’ll come out… brother… I’ll be waiting, in the blizzard… I’ll be here… to end the hunger… to fill my frozen solid heart with your warmth… just like I did with the’ uhhhhh mmmmmmm” the voice faded away, blending with the violent cries of the wind outside.

Ivan grabbed his crucifix and clutched it into his hand tightly when he felt the caressing wind talons of the blizzard trail off of the skin like a hot knife pressed against his cheek.

The blizzard howled violently as it crawled inside Nema’s cabin.