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Loaded up a file called slop.gunk and you would not believe how wet and gooey it made my computer.

WOLVES IN THE TRENCHES

Hessian Stoßtruppen vs The GARM (Anti-Fenrir) Virus

how many ways have you stuck your middle finger up at death this year

Half of this video was a seat eater.

Ya it's got a whole lot of things you shouldn't touch in there

What a great thing automation is ....

Sloppy style robot hand job but it keeps fumbling the weiner

I don't trust mfs with long heads. Ancestral pattern recognition from when nephilim roamed the earth.

do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light

sometimes a post makes you get out of bed at 230am to spend a quick hour on something like this

okay, so, setting idea

it's a gigantic mechanical superstructure, inhabited only by humans, and after a great cataclysm, the humans have adapted into their biomechanical niches. the superstructure is the World, the posthumans are the People and the Animals, some are even the Plants

it's a setting with magic, but only magic as an extension of technology and biology. People can create cybernetic weapons, tools, and modifiers, or they can embrace the flesh and use the cancerous mutations gained by the Eclipse to their advantage. most posthumans never see the sky, let alone the Sun or stars

you can be an Engineer, manipulating the World around you, a Shepherd, intervening in the minds of Animals, a Warrior, a Hierophant, a Scavenger, an Apothecary

the World is destabilizing, redirecting energy from the systems the Posthumans need to survive into its core maintenance systems, and it's up to the party (a gang of horrible little lads with a heycard they found) to fix it

there's many routes throughout the World from the upper levels to the lower levels to the core levels: swamps of coolant and snake-like beasts with mechanical jaws, deserts of waste and rust, cities of Posthumans constantly in turmoil

the World is God, you are on a holy crusade to fix it. its blood is oil, its breath is electricity, its flesh is steel. it works miracles for you. it corrupts you. you are its guardians, and any who stand in your way are heretics meant to die

all People are cybernetic in some way, whether it be their mouthparts for taking in nutrients from the World meant to sustain Its biological components, their limbs, their eyes, their very brain.

all People are also mutated. the Eclipse was a massive irradiating event, and none made it out unscathed. they may have additional limbs, eyes, corrupted minds, tentacles, and the ones the World regards as most holy gains wings

it is forbidden for someone to have cybernetic wings

there ye go :)

there's six classes, three for rust, three for blood

the Prophet controls the World around them, bursting pipes, wrapping cables, forcing It under their control. they preside over the realm of rust, coolant, steel and signals. they modify themselves to connect closer to the World, wireless antennae jutting from their head, electrical ports in their fingers, subtle whirring of internal servers.

the Saint controls the Corruption of the World. all the fleshy things that aren't themselves, spreading disease, creating mutation, controlling minds of Animals and Humans alike. the same way the Prophet may force open pipes of scalding coolant, a Saint may guide a hoard of Scavengers to their enemies to deconstruct and devour.

the Crusader modifies not the World around them, but themselves. a Crusader would likely have the most extensive cybernetic augmentations of any class, layering themselves in heavy plates of iron, replacing their hands with heavy guns or talons, even giving themselves additional limbs.

the Templar, then, depends on mutation, rather than cybernetics to give them power. chitinous shells and claws and pincers, biological napalm weapons, thrashing tentacles and venomous bites are all familiar to a Templar. the Templar is easily among the physically strongest classes, but also easily the most animalistic

the Hierophant is the mechanical healer, replacing the ruined biological components of the wounded, the suffering, and the heretical with those of iron. they modify individual mechanism to work harder, work faster, and they provide basic utilities to the Corrupted. they modify themselves with surgical equipment, life-support, replacements, and improvements of iron.

the Acolyte is the opposite of the Hierophant, granting flesh the ability to grow over Corrupted iron. they may make themselves into food, create glands to secrete painkillers, antibiotics, and drugs, and create carcinogenic spores. the Acolyte provides support where the Hierophant provides cruel improvement.

your average Person and Animal are actually fairly close, the only real difference being that People can Speak or otherwise communicate. whether bipedal, tripedal, quadrupedal, cybernetic, you can even be dog-shaped and you'd be a Person.

a Rust-Hound is a vicious post-human predator, largely only composed biologically of a head and torso, with their limbs replaced by flexible cybernetic legs designed both to crawl through largish pipes and sprint through maintenance corridors. their face is also biomechanical, sporting a long, unnatural snout. though they usually reduce themselves to brutal, animalistic predators, a few rare Rust-Hounds will retain their speaking ability, making them People.

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

That last fatal scream tho

THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

i’m crying

WAAA-

I will always reblog this on the off chance some other poor soul has been searching for it

IT’S BACK

HOYL SHIT ITS B A CK

IT’S BACK?? ON MY DASH?

re-blogging again xD

what was that we were just saying about still having posts circulating from ridiculous numbers of years ago? 😂

I feel like it’s a duty to reblog such a natural treasure

I feel like it’s a

duty to reblog such a

natural treasure

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

honginana sweet 16

I don’t even know how I would tag this to make it easier to find.

Has anybody noticed the timestamps? On my end, every deactivated blog has a time stamp of an hour ago. It’s really weird cause it says OP posted this an hour ago but the first non-deactivated reblog says August 2014. Here, I’ll show you.

Getting the same on mobile but not desktop

I get it all the time I just ignore it.

deactivated blogs never show the date and time of post. they default to (i believe) the time since the blog you’re seeing the post from reblogged the post

Have you ever seen such a sweet face on such an unassuming creature? This caecilian goes by the local name of the cobra bobo [known also as the São Tomé caecilian, Schistometopum thomense]. They are endemic to and common on the small island of São Tomé. They’e often found enjoying the moist soil of the island’s numerous banana plantations. 

Images by João Pedro Pio,  mantisshrimp.wordpress.com, and islandbiodiversityrace.wildlifedirect.org

i love caecilians!

oh my god perfect

come on now

me, a french smuggler: sacre bleu! it is le jerquer

I was soundly defeated by this large Gryllotalpa nymphicus mole cricket I picked up in Singapore. with stunning speed and strength, she deposited a sticky goo on my hands, pried my fingers apart, and gave me a vicious bite before disappearing beneath a pile of rotten wood (where she then posed nicely for photos)

never met a gryllotalpid before, and wasn’t expecting the viscous slime or the bite! I did know they’re incredibly strong though, and this smaller (much less nasty) male seen later displays mole crickets’ beefy digging arms:

the videos I’ve seen of smaller US species just bumbling about and trying to burrow in peoples hands made me expect a charming dirt puppy. the big female ran under my shoe at one point and I could actually feel her lifting me up from the road. I suppose I was trying not to squish her, but still! incredibly powerful beasts

I was poking around the meadow today and I saw what looked like a little yellow worm with two dot eyes wiggle at me. refusing to believe any living creature could look that silly, I took a closer look and was delighted to discover it was actually a leafhopper’s butt!

the bug’s really good btw

what is going On here.

regular lobsters start out as just little lobsters but spiny lobsters start out as these beautiful weird larvae that also evolved to ride on top of jellyfish. This jellyfish is too small though!!!

imagine some other guy evolving specifically just to annoy you. what the fuck

The Black Heron, “Umbrella Bird" using its wings as a shade canopy to fool and trap fish.

big gay yellow feet