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Ruins of a Lost Cause Mass consumerism. Two dueling mega-corporations. Exploitation of resources. Waste.Ruins of a Lost Cause by =Anthroaddict
Those four things, brought down our planet. I grew up surrounded by those four things or their remnants, and watched the world burn around me. Everywhere there was garbage, waste, scrap, pollution. The only places that weren't inhabitable we're the cities themselves. Because the air was getting to toxic, plants and animals had to be farmed indoors, but that was failing, they couldn't sustain the population. We needed out if we were to survive. There was three space ships in production at this point though, our one way out. Each capable of supporting a
Swamp Dweller -TF- The swamp is a pretty shitty place, it seems as though every person can agree on that. Still, that's never where I thought I would end up, especially when I entered the student exchange program. I was lucky enough to be one of the few selected after graduating high school to live in a different portion of the world for a year. The program was supposed to be good, my older sister went in it a couple years ago and went to the northern plains of North America, and lived as a centaur for a year. She said she really enjoyed it, despite the body switch, which was something she even began to like in its own regard as well.Swamp Dweller -TF- by =Anthroaddict
So when they call
Don't Walk Home Alone -Naga TF- Trish liked working the bar. It was an upper class facility, catering to the wealthier, not the run of the mill alcoholics that tended to flock towards the standard bars. Sure there was drunks here, but at least these people could be normal during the day. And the tips were a lot bigger.Don't Walk Home Alone -Naga TF- by =Anthroaddict
Trish was fine with that, and it paid well for a student job, higher than most actually. The bar was closed now at 4:00 AM, and she was getting ready to go home. Trish left the building about ten minutes after everybody cleared out; making sure the bar was tidy for the shift next afternoon and went to the parking lot to find her car gone.
Cursing, all s
To Far From Home Lights flashed, alarms sounded, people rushed to their stations, the starship was generally in choas. The captain rushed out if the break room, looking strained.To Far From Home by =Anthroaddict
"What the Hell is going on?" He shouted across the bridge.
"Sir, we have an unidentified shuttle aproaching our position sir. It doesn't bear any reconizable markings and is not of any known design." The commander responded. "We are trying to determine it's intentions now sir, but we have recieved nonsense signals back in return, they are using a nonstandard incription. We think they might be trouble as it seems to be taking offensive preperation."
"Bring up a visual i
Octogirl TF Lea swam back towards the shore of a deserted beach for a break when something wrapped around her leg. Screaming, she kicked, but couldn't get whatever it was off. She reached down; trying to pry it off with her hands when three more tentacles came up and coiled around her arms, holding her still, she screamed and yelled until she ran out of air, and then took a huge gulp of water into her lungs in the process. Coughing, she managed to break the surface long enough to get a breath in before she was dragged back down under the surface again. She held her breath this time, but winced as two more tentacles came up and wrapped around her midsectiOctogirl TF by =Anthroaddict
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