Ricebowl 70

  The S-23 Sierpinski seemed like it had been abandoned for years now, the entire facility having been cut off during the war and never reactivated due to both the eusan empire and the eusan nation having no use for it at all. As such the mining facility would lay on the surface of the far off planet of Leng, abandoned and rotting away with no one to take care of it anymore with you doubting you’d have even been aware of the facility if you hadn’t crashed so close by. Unfortunately you were the only one that was aware out of all the crew of your ship due to the fact that the hard landing had killed everyone on board, a rupture in the fuel lanes killing everyone in the back whilst everyone in the front had been mangled by the force of the impact. The only reason that you had managed to survive was that you were in the middle section of the ship which took the least brunt of the explosion although given the cut on your head and the feeling of intense throbbing pain moving through you...

  You had always found the cinema a rather relaxing place, something about the dark room, low lighting and a film being the only thing illuminating the room always relaxed the mind.  Even now you were pretty relaxed despite the fact that you were watching a horror movie called “The waste”, a historical piece based on the initial outbreak of Chronic waste disease in the Fae that had been made to educate and horrify about what happened hundreds of years ago. So far it seemed to be working well, the audience had been mostly silent as it watched a bunch of starving, feral deer kids running around attacking both humans and other fae,drool dripping from their mouths as they attempted to drink the non infected blood due to the constant thirst that runs through those infected. You had heard questions of the film being in good taste, Chronic Waste disease is still a big issue in the fae community, but it seemed like it was good all around with you looking to your girlfriend to see what...

  Most people would say that you had the weirdest family in Appalachia and most people were correct,the title had to be well earned in the wasteland the world had become. It had been 25 years since the bombs dropped and you were trapped in vault 76, biding your time and waiting to see what the world had become although you figured it would be impossible for the world to have been fully intact after all that time. The opening of the vault proved you correct with you walking out to see the wasteland itself, grass growing across every floor and vines rooting themselves into every single wall that was previously built. Society had predictably collapsed with there not really being any factions that were organised, just having roaming bands of bandits stealing anything that could be found. Not only that, but the wildlife had been mutated into much more dangerous forms,from giant sloths roaming around, their growth having been sped up by the absorption of radiation, to the Snallygaster of...

  You had been walking through this place for a while now, this realm of which all sensations, painful or otherwise eventually loop back into pleasure unrelenting. I suppose that explains why you were feeling somewhat happy that you had been walking for so long where your legs should be aching and your feet blistering but you could feel neither. For some reason that you could not understand, the Chaos God Slaanesh had plucked you out of your world when you had killed the leaders of one of its lustful and degenerate hordes, seemingly taking you because you had successfully taken out said leader. From there you were confronted with a group of Daemonettes who attempted to drag you into temptation although you managed to out fuck them, allowing you to go free to search for a way out of this place. From there the long walk started, going further and further forward until you entered into a forest and met a being known as a fiend of Slaanesh who revealed that the chaos god had managed to...