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  It had seemingly been a long, long time since the Aurora had crashed on this watery planet but overall you felt like you had done a rather great job at surviving at what you assumed to be a watery grave by the time that you woke up in a cabin of the wrecked ship, escaping to the small bit of land the planet had as you’d do so. After that you were now determined to keep yourself alive, swimming around for several moments and gathering some resources and slowly building your base, feeding off whatever you could find as your base would grow and grow and your equipment strikes would also grow with you even crafting a submarine after a long, long while of collecting resources. You had decided to go about making sure that you could escape the building but that was when you noticed these boils starting to ooze across your skin, slowly bloating and bloating around your hands and body before they’d start glowing as you tried to figure out just what this was. This turned out to be something kn

  Since you were young you had always been fond on insects, secretly smuggling the spiders out of the house before your mother could kill them and also collecting some insects to watch them but you had never seen quite like Centi, a centipede that was really weird looking in color and shape, being unlike nothing you had ever seen before. You had first found Centi during one of your long, long walks in the forest, not taking much notice of her at first before you realized that she was a bright, deep red unlike anything else had been crawling around the wood with you crouching down and looking at the insect, watching as she would bite and chew away at a ant that she had found. Despite her strange appearance you couldn’t help but find her strangely cute, watching her mandibles flicking and lashing away at the insect that she was munching on with you eventually grabbing the log that she was on walking back with her on it, the insect being nice and still for you. With that you’d leave her i

   Your eyes would open as you felt the feeling of every single joint in the lower half of your body aching, your legs feeling like they had ran a marathon as you looked to the other end of the bed to see that the camera was still sat there, silently watching you as you pulled yourself into a sitting position as you thought about why that camera was there. You had always been a heavy sleeper, your mother joking you’d sleep through a nuke if you could, but recently you had been waking up aching all over especially around your hips which you wouldn't think anything off if it wasn’t for the fact that you had been having a increasingly violent wet dreams over the course over the past couple of weeks. The dreams were pretty fun if a bit intense and you could have felt that the body was simply reacting to them, the feeling of sweat dripping down your body and other fluids sticking to your crotch being evidence to that, until you felt a stinging sensation on your neck one morning. That da

  For a while you always wanted one of those roomba type robots, partially for the status of owning one of them in the first place and partially due to the fact that cleaning was a right pain in the ass and took forever given how little furniture you actually had on the floor in the first place. Of course, there was the issue of price because, even though they were on their fourth of fifth generation at this point, the hoover robots were ridiculously expensive and the older models simply couldn’t do what the new ones could so everything about them was more of a pipedream than anything else which was when you saw something sticking out of the garbage in your apartment block. You looked over and opened the door of the dumpster to see a pair of roombas inside of them although they seemed to be customized by the owner having different color schemes and all sorts with you figuring that you may as well take them out and see if you could do anything with them. You had taken them to your apart

  Hell was full, blood was fuel and you were going on a rampage across hell in a attempt to get out of it, fighting monster after monster and nearly dying around twenty or so times as you descended downwards, the feeling of a gun in your hands being more  familiar than the feeling of anything else at this point. The mechanical murderer that had started this mess and was hunting down everything within hell to sate its bloodlust hadn’t been stopped but it didn’t seem like it was advancing at all, seemingly stuck in a certain area of hell, pinned down by thousands of round of bullets and hundreds of bombs, all of them unable to kill the being but they were able to keep holding it back. You had no idea what ring you were in at this point, not that it mattered now because half of the residents of the rings had been flowing into this one to escape the blood-fuelled machine but, unfortunately for you, this meant that the ring was overcrowded and filled with things that hated you. The most pre