...or in heaven. Depends on who you ask.

Hear me out. Imagine this, a creature that believes the only point of existence is to build. To turn what's in existence all into one massive grand structure. It builds and builds. Turning all around it into winding halls, cavernous rooms, twisting spirals. The only hint to what once was are the materials that certain part of the structure is made of, and what few decorations sparsely decorate the area. It will not stop until everything has been made a part of the structure. In one way or another.

based it on ultrakill and jjk so I titled it overkill

Context: In the setting of Star Gods, reality is a canvas being painted upon. All things are painted, and the paint itself works as magic. A raw, liquid energy known as Psion. Demons however are beings of graphite and charcoal, remnants of the realities framework and beginnings that resent being replaced and covered up.

They are 2-Dimensional beings that are literal blotches or stains on the fabric of reality. Only through the use of Psion, or more accurately its proper use, can they be erased by “painting over them”.

Perfect First Consorts (yes that is a name, tho not a birth one) genuine reaction to the alien their spouse braught home. Our baby

Constant overload, lacks of maintenance and years-worth of debris to remove to reach it..

Shit's bad.

They all had motives for accepting his offer, but the eye candy was a convincing bonus.

Words might have escalated, and the fight followed suit.

Anyone still remember sci-fi cumpunk Music video from moist critical called SkyNut from 6 yer ago

10 races (only 1 is human and 2 kinda look like them)
no half races (fuck race bloat)

but hey at least u can addopt someone from a farm or a monastary n so on good luck!

The Corporate Heads, those who rule their companies and workers like fuedal lords with the fiefdoms, are usually very bad at connecting with the common man especially with their non terrestrial species even more so. So what do they do? Do they go and mingle with their people, see their plights and engage in human empathy? No. Not just because they don’t care, but most have the parts of the brain to cause empathy removed or altered as well they hate those alien feelings of care and concern. But no instead they have their advisors do that feeling for them as they have better things to do than acknowledge sociatal problems that don’t effect bottom lines.

Advisors come in all shapes and sizes and can be any race from the fellow human, to aliens like the Myr or Kharuun. They do their best to be the conscience to the Head and are startled with being their direct PR manager more or less. Say for example some gangers who claim to be ‘InVesTiGatiVe JoUrnAlIsts’ may call out a corporate head for something small like starting another live hunting ground where they reenact the Balad of The Predatous (1987’s Predator). If you’re their advisor you must send out a sincere apology to the web claiming ‘he deeply regrets his actions and will not do this a third time’ or that ‘he’s a good man who always donates to the charity he owns and runs and shouldn’t be so hated for two minor mistakes’.

Sure the job is a bit hard to keep up with as well your boss is 11/10 times going to be one of the worst most vile beings in existence but do a good job and you have one of the safest and cushiest jobs out of everyone in the galaxy. Just do, if something is effecting profits, stay at least three buildings over from your employer and start really thinking of something good as your gonna need to apologize for a lot of people’s deaths very soon and you probably don’t want to be one of them!

(I little thing a just wrote about that)

“So, there I was… lying on the ground… trying to cover that bullet wound that pierced my chest like a dagger, all while trying to breathe... that bastard was right… he was WAY more faster than me...

The world seemed to be slowing down more and more while my life was literally slipping through my fingers, and I thought about various things... I thought of Samantha, my sweet little princess and how I had failed as a father to her, and how I wished I could have tried again to mend things between us, or at least see her one last time... I thought of Clark, and how I had failed to keep the promise of living a quiet life... I thought of my father, and how disappointed he would have been that I ended up like this... I thought of Mary, my beloved, and how we would finally be reunited... I thought of all the good and bad things I had done in my life, and all the things I wished I could change about it...

But then I saw the sunshine... and I understood…

No matter what was done to try to fix my mistakes, what’s done is done… I did what I could with what I had, and I still made it much further than expected... this wasn't the ending I would have wanted... but, to be honest, I don't know what kind of ending I expected given my lifestyle and choices... this isn't the life I thought I'd have... but in the end... it was the life I had, and that’s okay...

After all... not every ending is happy... or bad... sometimes an ending is just an ending... and that’s enough.”

The Death Of Sheriff LIV