Camp Syndicate: The Monster Lady, 1 (Escape from Club Apophis, 63)

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STORYLINE: Neu Seoul, 5pm

Helga trudged along the sidewalk, her arms aching as heavy grocery bags cut into her fingers. Beside her, Happy the Dino Dog darted between her legs, his bio-construct claws clicking sharply against the pavement.

"Watch where you're going, you little menace," she scolded him playfully, juggling the plastic handles.

Ten days ago, she’d found Happy beside the wreck of Lisa Liemawr’s car, guarding the missing Hexa Herald reporter’s halophone. Lisa’s last broadcast had been looping on its screen, insisting the Forbidden Zone wasn’t radioactive at all, that it was full of monsters. Helga had only meant to do the right thing. She’d pressed Share.

Instead, she'd turned her life into a waking nightmare.

Happy's tail wagged furiously, his scaled snout lifting to sniff the evening air.

Her halophone chimed. Helga groaned, trying to balance two overstuffed grocery bags on one knee while fishing the device out of her coat pocket. Her inbox had exploded with toxic stupidity. Cruel memes. Insults. Badly photoshopped creatures holding political signs featuring her face, as though she were their preferred candidate for president.

She had blocked accounts. Reported them. Ignored them. Nothing worked.

Then a message from Mira appeared.

Mira, founder of the Romaniacs, had arranged that surprise meeting with DJ Romance, the celebrity impersonator. She'd been strangely quiet ever since.

GET OUT OF THE CITY. NOW.

Her thumb hovered over Delete.

A prank. It had to be a prank. But it wasn't like sweet Mira to make fun of her.

Happy stopped weaving around her ankles. His leathery ears twitched. He turned toward the end of the block, letting out a low, vibrating growl.

An icy breeze made her shiver and she tightened her coat. "Come on, Happy," she whispered, quickening her pace.

When they reached her apartment building, Helga's stomach turned. Splashed across her front door in wet red paint were the words MONSTER LOVER.

Happy shoved against her leg, growling at the door.

For the past ten days, he'd appointed himself her personal bodyguard. He slept outside her bedroom and followed her everywhere, even to the bathroom. She'd never had the heart to tell him his vigilance was unnecessary. She wasn't Lisa Liemawr, forever stirring up trouble and making enemies of the rich and powerful. Helga had always lived a quiet life, far from that kind of danger.

Until now.

For a moment, she couldn't move. Happy pressed close, his growl rumbling through her leg. For the first time, she was grateful for his overprotectiveness.

She dropped the grocery bags onto the grass and fumbled for the paper towels. The thick, wet paint smeared beneath her frantic scrubbing.

Lisa Liemawr had gone missing trying to expose the truth about the Forbidden Zone. Helga had only shared the broadcast. She hadn't done anything to deserve this.

Behind her, Happy began to bark again and again.

Her halophone vibrated. Ringing. Ringing.

She snatched it up, ready to turn it off, but stopped dead.

Glowing across the screen was Caller ID: DJ ROMANCE.

She stared at his perfect idol picture and touched her lips, which had never quite stopped tingling since his kiss.

How did he have her number? Mira must have given it to him.

Her thumb hovered over the answer icon. If she didn't answer, she'd spend the rest of the night wondering whether it was really him.

She accepted the call. “Um… hello?”

"Helga."

His voice. That deep gravitas. Her heart skipped a beat. It really was him.

"DJ Romance?" she whispered. "Are you... are you mocking me too?"

The screen flickered wildly with static. Romance's panicked voice crackled through the speaker.

"Helga, listen to me. Please. Get out of the city. Go now!"

She swallowed hard. "You sound just like Mira."

Static swallowed Romance's reply. "If you can't..." His voice broke into a glitching distortion.

Then silence.

Helga's battery icon plunged to zero.

The screen went black.

"Hello? Romance?"

She tapped the screen, then held down the power button. Nothing.

A deep pulse reverberated through her jaw. She felt it in her teeth, a low-frequency hum rising through the pavement beneath her feet.

Helga looked around, trying to locate the sound. Several blocks away, a billboard flickered. Its brilliant advertisements stuttered through bands of static before the entire display went dark. Then, the streetlamps died in a long, dark cascade toward her.

Happy stopped in his tracks. His scaled head snapped upward.

Helga followed his gaze, her breath hitching.

The blood-red sky stretched outward like an open wound over Neu Seoul.

A cold wind swept through her hair.

The smell hit her a moment later. Damp earth. Stagnant water. And beneath it all, something sweet and rotten.

Happy's collar frills sprang fully open. He planted his feet and faced the street, snarling so fiercely that the sound rattled in his chest.

Helga gasped. She fumbled for her door key fob, aiming it at the door. Click. Click. Click.

Nothing.

The power LEDs on both the key fob and the door lock had gone dark.

She slammed her fists against the door. "Damn it!"

Behind her, Happy erupted into furious barking. He didn't look at the building, but at the street, his teeth bared, scales bristling along his tail.

She spun around. Whatever had frightened him was out there, somewhere beyond the darkening street. She couldn't see anything, but the hum was growing louder.

She ran to the neighboring building and beat on the door.

"Help! Please, let me in! Something's wrong out here!"

For a moment, there was only the sound of her own breathing and Happy's desperate barking.

Then she heard a soft movement on the other side of the door.

Someone was home.

"Please!" she cried, pounding again.

Whoever it was, they were as scared as she was. She couldn’t even blame them.

A heavy, wet dragging sound echoed through the unnatural quiet of the blacked-out street.

Helga backed against the front door, petrified. “Oh, God...”

Out of the shadows shambled a horrifying figure in a torn, blood-stained dress. Its head lolled at a nauseating angle, a filth-caked burlap sack tied tightly over it. Dark fluid seeped through the fabric. No signs of breathing. Its joints clicked like dry twigs with every jerky step.

Happy charged.

"Happy, NO!"

The Dino Dog launched himself at the creature, claws scraping against the pavement. The thing lurched forward with a sudden, sickening burst of speed, its malformed arms reaching for him.

Helga couldn't see what happened next. She heard the crash of bodies, the scrape of claws, and a horrible series of wet impacts in the darkness.

"HAPPY!"

Something struck the pavement with a heavy thud.

Helga's stomach lurched. She stumbled toward the sounds, one hand reaching blindly into the darkness.

A furious bark answered her. Angry. Defiant.

Thank God. 

She barely had time to feel relief before another sound punched the air inward.

A violent WHUMP slammed through the street. Windows rattled in their frames. Loose paper towels and spilled groceries blew across the pavement as vibrant pink smoke erupted between Helga and the creature.

A second monster had appeared.

The smoke churned, swallowing the darkness around it. A vast silhouette rose through the pink haze, giant black bat wings unfurling against the blood-red sky, violet light pulsing through the membranes. Beneath a gat hat, magenta hair framed a face crowned with horns thrusting straight forward.

A gleaming scythe caught what little light remained.

Helga couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

The demon straightened, wings spread wide, its clawed hands tightening around the weapon.

It lunged toward the creature. A sharp, sickening whoosh cut through the darkness, followed by two heavy thumps against the pavement.

For a heartbeat, everything went still. A thin, luminous stream rose from the darkness, twisting up from the fallen body toward its destroyer. The demon inhaled, almost imperceptibly. The blue light vanished within its fanged jaws.

Helga touched her lips. That glow. She suddenly felt afraid. Very afraid

Happy's head snapped toward Helga. He sniffed, then turned toward the demon, lips curling back from his teeth as darkness swallowed them once more.

A scream erupted from the darkness.

It was impossibly loud, impossibly high, a glass-shattering screech that climbed and wavered in a sustained vibrato. The note went on without a single breath, a virtuoso performance of pure, unfiltered agony that seemed to force everyone within earshot to share its pain.

Helga clapped her hands over her ears.

Then something about the voice began to sound familiar.

The vibrato. The effortless control. That impossible high note.

Since childhood, she had adored that voice, playing all his songs over and over until she knew them by heart.

Helga slowly lowered her hands. She didn't need to see the demon to know.

No impersonator could ever hit a note like that.

“WHY ARE YOU BITING ME, YOU STUPID MUTT?” Romance howled. “LET GO! I'M TRYING TO PROTECT HER TOO!”

Happy Halloween everyone! For you Halloween needs, hop over to Camp Syndicate to see all the delightfully spooky things. Don't miss gifts, cool sim ambience, and the live DJ parties too!

On Him, DJ Romance:

Teeth, mouth, tongue: Seydr - Cryptid Maw [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(449L)

Lips: Misteria - Smoke [HD Applier](Camp Syndicate)(250L)

Straps: YUEBIN - BOUND Body Straps - [Legacy Athl] - black [mesh](350L)

Top: YUEBIN - RAZE Top - [Legacy (m)+Athl] Fatpack [mesh](1290L)

Pants: YUEBIN - Rift Pants - [Legacy (m)+Athl] Fatpack [mesh](1290L)

Eye, jaw: Cubic Cherry - Terror Jawbone, EYE  FATPACK [mesh]

Horns: Hollow - Nyx Horns [mesh]

Tail: Hollow - Nyx Tail [Bento] [mesh]

Weapon: ORPHIC - Kurohana Scythe - Shoulder L [mesh]

Hair: Raven Bell - Azriel Braids [mesh]

Bracers: Aii - Riftwind Mercenary - Legacy M Bracers [mesh]

Boots: CULT - Darkness - Legacy M [mesh]

Thong: Noche - James Thong Metallic Black [B0] - Athletic [mesh]

Hair: Dura - U129 -LIGHT -Men [mesh]

Hair: Dura - U135-Light(rigged)-Male [mesh]

Necklace: UKIYO - lisa necklace [unrigged + resizer] [mesh]

Heart: RAWR - Diamond Heart Septum [mesh]

Wings: Aii - Nefarious Wings M Bento (b.o.m.1) [mesh]

Claws, rings: NI.JU - Acantha Rings/Nails Set - legacy m [mesh](250L)

Hat: Dope+Mercy - Saja Gat, Sheer [mesh](Gift)

Earring: RavenBell - Starlit Earrings [Moonlit] [mesh](350L)

Tattoos: HISS - PATTERNS FACE ROMANCE [BOM](250L)

Eyes: Gloom - Savage Fantasy Collection - Sclera 03 - Yellow M [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA - KANE [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: DevinVaughn - created in Firestorm

Setting:

Skyline: Strange Merchant - Light City 1 [mesh]

Seoul Tower: Korea City

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots,  midday sky, default camera:

Engine Room: The Jellyfish Man (Escape from Club Apophis, 39)

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STORYLINE:    This was a heist. 

Which meant, statistically speaking, Plague was either about to become a legend, or a cautionary tale with excellent hair.

Finally, he was inside MasterGin’s clinic, the Fort Knox of DNA rewrite voodoo, and he, the Biohacker of Jae Won University, was about to steal it. 

In and out. Cure Jihoon. Fix himself. Save the world. In that order. …More or less. 

And if history wanted to throw in fame and glory, he wasn’t going to argue.

He came prepared. His parents thought that six-thousand-credit charge was for lab equipment. Please. Six thousand credits didn’t buy microscopes. It bought bad decisions with excellent specs.

In this case: a nanotech cloak blanket. Perfect for black ops. Terrible for subtle life choices. The enforcers hadn’t seen him at all. They were too busy chasing Kyle, Minjo, Echo, and Lisa.

Unlike them, he actually knew what to look for. Infrastructure. More specifically, signs of a negative pressure room.

He darted down another hallway, deeper into the labyrinth. 

The Plastic Surgery Clinic wasn’t a clinic at all. More like a villain origin story with a lobby. Polished floors, museum lighting, the kind of place where ethics go to get redesigned. He had no time to marvel at billion-dollar artwork, which genuinely pained him. The clock was ticking.

He took a stairwell downwards. Posh tunnels gave way to older tunnels, gleaming marble replaced by cement with all the charm of a decaying bomb shelter.

His foot hit water. The splash cracked through the hallway like a jump scare with no soundtrack to soften it.

Shit. He glanced around.

The corridor held its breath. So did he.

The pool of water he was standing in had a faint bioluminescence glow. It had leaked from under a sealed door with lots of unfriendly symbols that all translated, across every language known to man, into one simple message: ‘Do not be the idiot who opens this door.’

Jackpot.

He licked his lips. He could almost taste that Nobel Prize.

He produced a bypass kit, popped in a cursed energy battery courtesy of Sophia, and went to work on the door panel. The lock mechanism, however, was old. Older than he expected. Not smart-lock. Analog. Physical tumblers.

He switched tools. His hands steady, remembering things his formal education hadn't taught him, like how to pick a school locker.

Click.

The door swung open as if moved by an unseen hand.

Very Haunted House. Three stars. Too cliché.

The dark laboratory was state-of-the-art… if the state in question was 1960s and deeply unethical. The air around him felt damp, like breathing through someone else’s lungs. The smell hit next. Formaldehyde. And something that had been alive too long. The equipment bore the heavy scars of relentless use. His fingers touched a keyboard with the characters of “A” and “S” completely worn down.

From tanks holding something segmented and glowing, a sickening green light cast shadows on the walls as it writhed.

Not touching that. Not even academically.

He pulled off the cloak and paused at an old-school computer. The black DOS screen, with a single lime green blinking box, waited for him to type code.

…Right. He wasn’t that kind of nerd. Filing cabinet it was.

Drawers. Stacks. Paper everywhere. Useless. Too slow. He suddenly missed computers.

Something moved behind him. Not a step. Not a breath. …a slosh.

Shit. Please don’t be something glowing and legally classified as ‘should not have legs.’

He turned, looking for anything slithering.

Two transparent feet, outlined in a faint glow, stood directly behind him. A trail of wet footsteps led back to a massive, bubbling tank.

His heart stopped. Fantastic. Cardiac arrest in a haunted aquarium.

His gaze tracked slowly up.

A translucent man, built of something like jellyfish flesh, stared right at him. “Who are you?” he asked in a gurgling human voice.

Not a hologram. Not a projection. The nightmare was… wet.

Plague stared at his transparent body as if hypnotized. He could see liquids moving through his veins. Faint electrical sparks across the transparent mass of his brain.

“Forgive me,” the Jellyfish Man said. He put on a white lab coat, gloves, and sprinkled white powder over his head, until it resembled a sculpture. “I get so few visitors here. I forgot my manners.”

Of course he had a lab coat. Of course the nightmare had dress code compliance.

“I’ve seen this movie before.” Plague willed his voice to sound steady. “The Invisible Man, 1933. Overrated.”

The Jellyfish Man extended a gloved hand, “I’m Dr. Hoshu Tanaka.”

Plague shook his head in disbelief. Dr. Hoshu Tanaka. Founding father of DNA rewrite research. The man who wrote the rules, and then vanished from the game entirely.

“No, you’re not.” He switched to Japanese. “Dr. Tanaka died a long time ago.”

The Jellyfish Man nodded his head and sat down on a stool. “I see. You know who I am. You are sneaking around. You have a kit for breaking into secure places. That means you’re here for only one thing, …to steal my research.”

Plague took two steps back, subtly checking the seals of the bio-containment suit. The air felt wrong. Too thick. Like he’d already been breathing it too long.

“No, I’m just…” he gestured vaguely “… a low-paid, highly under-appreciated intern. You’d be amazed what HR lets through.”

“You are a terrible liar,” Dr. Tanaka chuckled. “You are aware,” he said gently, pointing to the open door, “That warning was mine. I put it there. It was not a decoration.”

Plague continued to back away. “If you touch me, I get infected right? Be honest. Are you venomous, contagious, or… both?”

“Contact transmission. Airborne spores require a 10-minute exposure.” Dr. Tanaka nodded and began to text on a halo pad, “I am writing Nurse Paine to let her know I am not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.” He touched a button on an old control panel. The door closed and sealed back into place. “…at least from threats outside.”

Sweat dripped down Plague’s back.

Dr. Tanaka set the pad down and focused on him. Not like a person. Like data.

“Now,” he said, folding his hands, “Let us begin a fair trade of information. Tell me who you are and how you know my name. Then I might tell you where the decontamination unit is.”

Plague's eyes swept the room for another exit. Condensation dripped down the glass of a nearby pod. When he neared it, a pale worm, thick as his wrist, struck the glass with a sound like a wet slap. It gave him flashbacks to things he would absolutely deny ever reading.

Plague’s shoulders sagged. He turned back to the aquarium's sole resident, “The name’s Plague.” He gave a small shrug. “Marketing.”

“That’s not a name. Your only way out is a fair trade of information.”

Plague paused for a long while, studying the powder-covered face. He resembled Dr. Tanaka. Or something that used to be him.

Plague kept a safe distance from everything that glowed.

“All right then," he said, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his bio-containment suit. “We may or may not have a few things in common. But that depends on how you became transparent. You did a bio-hack on yourself?”

Dr. Tanaka’s eyebrow raised. He looked at the suit for a long moment. “I see. You are a DNA Hacker.” He pointed to Plague’s chest. “Experimenting on yourself was foolish. And now you are here to steal my technology to save yourself. Am I right?”

Plague chuckled and buttoned up. “Righteous indignation. So then. Your transparent-hood was an accident. Spores or contact?” His eyes swept the lab. All those glowing things. All of them eager to be near him.

“Worse,” Dr. Tanaka’s voice dropped. His gaze lowered.

A chill raced across Plague.

The lab hummed around them. Neither moved.

Dr. Tanaka then stood and glanced at the largest tank. “I live mostly in that tank now. I killed the parasite. Eventually. Before it could finish rewriting my DNA… before my mind was lost. But I exist like this now. Something inhuman. I can never go home. I can never see my wife and child. It’s better they believe what the world believes.”

Plague’s heart quivered. His hands went still. He looked at the large tank. Then at his own chest where the bio-containment suit pressed against his ribs.

“My work is what remains of me now,” the Doctor continued. “I chose to give my tragedy meaning by understanding how the creature rewrites its host’s DNA without rejection.”

“How long ago?” Plague's voice cracked on the question. He cleared his throat. “How long ago did you solve it?”

The lab answered for him. Nothing.

Plague studied the tanks. The Doctor. The powdered coat. The worn-down keyboard keys. Years of research, typed by hands that were no longer hands.

"That's how MasterGin's plastic surgery works, isn't it? MasterGin isn't reshaping people's bodies with surgery, drugs, or augments. He's infecting them with these... things, then altering them while their bodies are malleable. Your research is the off switch, stopping the process before they turn into monsters.”

Dr. Tanaka pointed to the far corner. “The decontamination unit is over there. You have about 5 minutes left before infection.”

Plague bolted towards the unit, then turned back to look at the Doctor. “I could get your life’s work out there, in the real world. Full credit for your discovery. I swear it. Your sacrifice…” His throat became tight. “I mean, your work should be out there helping people. Not locked in here being used by monsters.” He only noticed the tears when they hit his chin.

Dr. Tanaka’s expression was unreadable. “Three minutes. Or this conversation was meaningless.”

“I’ll come back for you.” Plague turned and ran.

He hit the decon unit at full speed.

An automated voice chimed overhead, “Decontamination Process initiated.”

The doors air-locked around him as he quickly stripped down to bare skin.

Through the glass, the Doctor studied what the suit had been hiding, his grotesque deformities. He didn't look away as a cloud of formaldehyde and chemicals enveloped Plague.

When the cycle had finally ended, Plague quickly pulled on his sterilized bio-containment suit and glanced outside. The Doctor had already submerged in his tank.

A green light pulsed through the dissipating haze. He stepped closer and saw a small decontamination transfer unit mounted on the wall, designed to safely move items from the lab to the outside. The case was bathed in just as many chemicals as he was, traces of haze still swirled around it.

He opened the hatch. Inside were several items. A gold VIP serpent brooch. He’d seen that on Nurse Paine’s collar. VIP clearance. A way out. And that wasn’t the only surprising thing. There was a meticulously pre-packed decontamination travel kit. Absurdly so, given the lab had just let him walk in with a school locker pick. Was this meant for Tanaka? An escape that never happened? He didn't have time to understand all of it. More items in the case were a data chip and an ornate gilded crystal bottle labeled GIN AESTHETICA™. The Doctor's formula. Someone else's logo. Inside, a soft blue glowing lotion simmered, smelling faintly of antiseptic and something he couldn't classify.

There was a note in precise handwriting: ‘For the one who returns.’

Plague stared at it.

He quickly pocketed the brooch, sealed the case, and darted for the VIP tunnels without looking back.


This post was inspired by my ongoing series, and super cool mad lab themed items at The Engine Room.   From Somnium is the Scientist's Coat. The Fatpack has a hud to change textures for the coat, shirt, and tie. All textures are PBR with a latex look, handy for dealing with messy creatures. lol.  ...From DeadBoy is 8 fingered stabby gloves, -- the Toxic Touch Gloves, for men and women. It comes with a hud to change the latex glove color, straps, and suspicious liquids in the syringe.   ...From NI.JI are the Rimless Glasses.  These are PBR glasses with many texture options for the lens and frame. It's mod, so you can scale and position for the perfect fit.   ...From Waffle Science Lab is the Artificial Mastermind consoles. I love these things. It has that retro NASA vibe to me. Just touch the consoles to change the metal color, panel, and base colors. They are mod, so you can move and scale how you like.   ... From Dirty Rat is the Manipulator sculpture, perfect for the desk of any serious mad scientist.   ...From ND Design is build from the recent Cyber Fair. It's two stories with stacks of mainframes, tanks with aliens, and a hatch that opens. It comes with a Rez box. The set is mod so you can move things around or tint. I created a bit more of a military lab look with tints, and a metal PBR floor.

On him, Plague:

Outfit:  SOMNIUM - Scientist's Coat - Fat Pack - Legacy M/A PBR [mesh](Engine Room)(2500L)

Glasses: NI.JU - Rimless Glasses [mesh](Engine Room)(325L)

Gloves: The DeadBoy - Toxic Touch Gloves (Legacy M) [mesh](Engine Room)(699L)

Scar: Cubic Cherry - Decay [BOM, Materials]

Makeup: maledictus - Lacrimosa, red [BOM]

Tattoo: Vae Victis Pillar of Inun EvoX [BOM]

Hair: Dura - U122 -A: Men's [mesh]

Head: LeLUTKA - Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Setting:

Control room panels: Waffle Science Lab - Artificial Mastermind [mesh](Engine Room)(750L)

Sculpture: Dirty Rat - Manipulator [mesh](Engine Room)(385L)

Set: NSDesign - NS Exolab [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.

Engine Room, Androgyny Event, Camp Syndicate: Plague (Escape from Club Apophis, 22)

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STORYLINE:  “So they’re vampires,” Plague said flatly, breaking the silence before anyone could romanticize it. “Ancient, ridiculously dramatic vampires who decided to cosplay as mob bosses. Great story pitch. It’s like 'The Godfather' meets 'Interview with the Vampire.' Coppola would weep. Can we get back to the part where we save our friend?”

The hologram of the speakeasy collapsed in a shower of static, leaving behind the coppery whiff of spilled blood and the phantom scent of gunsmoke in the air. The workshop fell silent again, the gentle ticking of Minjo’s brass contraptions marking time while everyone ignored him.

Ghost’s hands were a blur, cross-referencing Prohibition-era mob hierarchies with everything he could scrape from the net about Monstrum. Minjo, her back to everyone, was already sketching a rescue plan on a nearby whiteboard. Echo sat cross-legged on the floor beside the Black Snakeskin Box, a tangle of wires and circuit boards spread around her as she coaxed its strange power core to life.

Plague stretched, cracked his neck, and muttered, "Okay, I'll just be over here in my corner. Quietly creating a miracle cure for a biological horror, like I’m Alexander Fleming. No biggie. Don't mind me."

No one did.

He snatched the vial of claws, and the tube containing strands of Jihoon’s old hair from the workbench. “I’m starting the analysis. Yell if the time machine spits out Al Capone’s ghost.”

His corner of the workshop looked like a cybernetic parasite grafted onto an antique heart: chrome instruments threaded through brass skeletons, his bioreactors blinking among Minjo’s clockwork arms. His parents paid her obscene rent for the privilege, -- hoping her discipline might rub off on their prodigal heir. They saw Minjo as a future leader, a sound investment. Plague just saw her as the only person unimpressed by how big his inheritance would be.

He laid out the samples. The first: a few black strands from the paper crane, Jihoon before Lathandro. The control. The second: an obsidian claw clipped from a bandaged hand in the hospital, the mutation. He whistled softly. “From origami to armageddon. Let’s see what you’re made of, buddy.”

A flicker of memory cut the grin short. Guilt churned in his stomach. He remembered leaning against the lockers, voice dripping with practiced disdain as the new, beautiful Jihoon walked by. "Stupid femboy," he’d said, too loud, too easy. "Bet he hacked his DNA."

The words tasted like poison now, because they were a lie meant to hide a truth. The real criminal biohacker of Jae Won University was him. He was the one obsessed with gene-hacking. For months he’d been running back-alley CRISPR protocols on himself, trying to code sharper cheekbones, a clearer complexion, anything for an edge in the cutthroat world of biotech grants. But his body had fought back, rejecting it all: rashes, migraines, a week shaking with fever. He had failed. He built a containment suit to keep the evidence and the shame sealed away.

So when Jihoon emerged from Club Apophis remade, and radiant, Plague’s envy had been swift and vicious. He’d projected his own failure onto Jihoon, painting him as a cheater. He’d pushed his friend away right when Jihoon needed him most, and that path ended at the stadium with Jihoon screaming, engulfed in fire.

This was penance. 

He would find a cure. A cure for Jihoon first, but maybe a cure for himself, too. He’d save his friend, fix his own flawed biohack, and be hailed as the man who finally conquered DNA-rewrite rejection. He allowed the daydream to flicker, his speech accepting the Nobel Prize as cameras flashed. He grinned at the thought.

“Science first. Glory later,” he told the sequencer. “You and me, let’s make history."

The sequencer hummed to life, running a full genomic sequence. The results for the control sample were clean. Unremarkable. Perfectly boringly human. He saved the file, fed a sliver of the obsidian claw into the machine, and waited. Then repeated the process.

Hours bled into a blur. The distant chatter about safe zones and infiltration routes faded into white noise. By the time the first hints of dawn stained the workshop’s high windows, he was staring at the screen, rubbing his eyes, his mind refusing to process what the data said.

Finally, he pushed back from his station, his chair groaning in the quiet. “Uh, guys?”

His voice was strained. Minjo turned from the whiteboard, her marker frozen mid-sentence.

“I’ve got the results,” Plague said, running a hand through his hair. “There’s no difference.”

“What do you mean, no difference?” Minjo demanded, marching over.

“I mean before and after. Identical. No viral markers, no synthetic code, no biohack signature. Either the universe is pranking me, or Jihoon’s DNA is the same old boring model.” He held up a finger. “And before you say contamination, I ran it six times.”

Minjo crossed her arms. “That’s illogical. We saw the claws. Your process is flawed. Do it again.”

“Six times, Minjo. Seven if you count the one where I forgot to breathe.” He sighed, dramatic. “My methodology is sound. The equipment is calibrated perfectly. The data is the data. Maybe you should accept that instead of assuming I’m an idiot!”

“I’m not calling you an idiot! I’m saying the result is impossible. There must be an error in the process.”

Before the argument could catch fire, a soft chime interrupted. Ghost lifted his gloved hands, holographic text drifting in a calm blue light above them. A simple question floated in the air: "Did you test the mitochondrial DNA?"

Plague froze.

Mitochondrial DNA, the power source of every living cell. He hadn’t even considered it.

He shot Ghost a grudging look. “Oh sure, Hologram Hands gets the win." He shook his head and muttered, "Sheeze, why is he always like that?"

He turned back to his console, frustration replaced by focus. An hour later, as the new analysis populated the screen, his jaw went slack. Half of Jihoon’s cells looked normal, powered by the same messy mitochondria as everyone else’s. The rest were something else entirely. His scanners couldn’t classify the energy source; the instruments simply read it as undefined.

The data made his blood run cold. “What the hell are you, Jihoon?”

The others gathered around as he stumbled back, his heart hammering against the metal ribs of his suit.

“What? What is it?” Minjo asked, her voice sharp with alarm.

“I found something alright. This isn't a bio-hack,” Plague breathed, his voice trembling with awe and terror. He pointed a shaking finger at the cellular map. “Jihoon isn’t being rewritten or infected. He’s a chimera. Half human… half something that doesn’t match any known terrestrial bio-signature. Two systems running in one body, and it looks like one of them wants the stage all to itself.”

A heavy silence settled over the workshop, the machines ticking like distant clocks.

Echo’s voice, quiet but certain, broke it. “Then we’d better hurry.”

Plague looked back at the screen, the dueling biological signals flickering like rival heartbeats. His voice came out soft, almost a joke. “Well,” he said, “guess we finally proved 'Meteor Strike' really is out of this world.”

No one laughed. 

The glow from the data deepened, and for a breath, it felt as though the thing inside Jihoon was staring back.

Halloween Season is upon us. But as you know, dear readers, Halloween is everyday on BishieStyleSL. lol.  I was so lucky to have items from three events perfectly suited for our handsome but flawed boy Plague.   ...From the brand new event Camp Syndicate, (which inspired by cabin-in-the-woods slasher horror movies), is the coolest icky scar wound material effect I have ever seen in SL, -- Decay by Cubic Cherry. It's a BOM tattoo layer with 3 layers of bom plus materials effect for EVO X mesh heads. You can adjust the layers to best suit your skintone for max effect. Using well positioned face lights can enhance the effect, I used red and cyan.   ...From the Engine Room is the gorgeous SOMNIUM Automaton MK2 mesh body, with a, outer frame and skeletal inner frame. The PBR materials are excellent and it poses well. It comes in 6 different texture styles. I used the black and red Enforcers for this image. Just wonderful.  ... From the Androgyny Event is the Maledictus Lacrimosa BOM makeup style that worked great on my male EvoX mesh head! I love the shadow below the eye, and upper lid with a metallic loud color.  Also at AE is the fun Prismo Aura attachment doubling as DNA molecules in my image. The hovering rocks move, some float, some spin in place. It comes with a texture hud for 8 colors and 7 glow colors.   ...In the background, I used the Ambice Cyber "Nova'' Station, but in my final image, you can barely tell it's still. Still, I wanted to include it and show you what it looks like below in the raw shots. The set is mod, so you can move pieces around or scale it up or down.=.

On him, Plague:

Scar: Cubic Cherry Decay [BOM, Materials](Camp Syndicate)(275L)

Body: SOMNIUM Automaton, Enforcer [mesh](Engine Room)(950L)

Makeup: {maledictus} Lacrimosa, red [BOM] (Androgyny Event)(199L)

Aura: TERIYAKI Prismo [mesh] (Androgyny Event)(499L)

Hair: Dura U122 -A: Men's [mesh]

Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Setting:

Set: Ambice Cyber "Nova'' Station [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky. Scar shown at midnight with local lights for materials effect.

Androgyny Event / Cyber Fair: Escape from Club Apophis, 5

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STORYLINE: As Jihoon scrambled out of Robotics class, still flushed from Minjo’s interrogation, he was already halfway across the quad when a small hovering reporter bot cut him off mid-step.

“Urgent summons,” it chirped in the Hexa Herald voice. “Lisa Liemawr requests your immediate presence. Coach’s orders. Follow me.”

He blinked. “Coach... what?”

But the bot had already zipped off. Jihoon followed, uneasy. He needed to talk to Minjo. This had better be quick.

Before he could protest further, a flash burst in his face, ...blinding and white-hot. He recoiled, vision flaring. Around him, people and machines whirled in a frenzy: drones adjusting lenses, photog rigs pivoting, someone yanking at his sleeve, voices shouting over mechanical hum.

Then Lisa’s unmistakable voice cut through the chaos: “He’s here. Perfect. Light him up now. Reset the aperture! Kyra, ready on pose option C!”

Another voice, silky and seductive: “Over here, Ringer. Lemme see those pretty eyes.”

Jihoon turned, dazed and partly blinded. “What’s going on? A photoshoot?”

“Of course!” Lisa’s voice was far too chipper. “Quick! Uniform change. Baseball kit. Chop chop, handsome.”

Warm fabric was thrust into his arms. He obeyed without thinking, numb. He dodged curious gazes as he changed behind a portable screen.

When he returned, blinking under the harsh photolights, the scene snapped into focus. A turquoise backdrop curtain stretched behind a girl so flawless he wondered if she was CGI. Tall, feline, radiant: the head cheerleader, Kyra. Skin like silk-augmented vinyl, cyberlock hair twisted into luminous braids, and the school colors etched along her cheekbones in shimmering nano-paint.

“Kyra, give us coy. No... Flirt! You're in love with him.”

Jihoon glanced around. “Where’s the coach?”

Kyra turned, smiled, and grabbed his wrist with cool, perfect fingers. “Photoshoot, Ringer. You need autograph photos for the Season Opener.”

He stared. “Autographs? Me?”

She leaned in close, her voice a whisper only he could hear: “Just smile and look at the camera. You’ve got the face. You’re already poster boy material. Time to act like it.”

Jihoon’s palms were sweating. His breath caught. She smelled like synthetic cherry and static electricity.

Meanwhile, the reporter bot’s feed overlay scrolled data across his form: heart rate spiking, pupil dilation, body-heat map, facial symmetry score—everything flagged as “high engagement.” The drone beside it captured slow-motion loops of his blink, the tension in his jaw, the way his uniform clung to his frame. Every detail was logged for the livestream and future promotional clips.

And suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else.

Cyberpunk meets Sportswear! Big thanks to my blogger bat buddy Aarya for her creative take on cyberpunk cheerleader. This post was inspired by the ongoing story and the Fewness shirt for men at Cyber Fair. It comes with fits for Legacy male, Legacy female V-tech, Reborn V-tech, and Anatomy. The Hud has a combination of texture theme options for outer shirt, lower shirt, and 3 detail areas. For me, I used red and the dragon on the back became the mascot for my fake university, the Jae Won Dragons.  ...Adding a futuristic take on baseball, is the BISON Vortex Gauntlet gloves. The Hud comes with options for glove texture, special effect texture animation style, and adjustment for the glow color. Plus you can turn on and off the energy lines aura. (I went without aura for this post.)   ...Who needs cleats? Gimme big old antigravity Moonboots by Cattoza. These boots are very fun, with cat kawaii details but you can turn it off like I did. Lots of color options. Works great on men and women.   ...Keeping track of Jihoon's bio stats, is the ZERO black light that sits on the skin and the flash version lights up your cheek like a high tech bandaid. (See close-up below).    ...What does cyberpunk Baseball need? Latex pants! Don't ask me if they get hot, who cares if they are painted on BOM layers by Cubic Cherry. They are just so handy to have, and the add-on Fades on top of it are nice revision to the baseball white pants and team color knee socks.   ...I was having a fit trying to find the perfect skin for Jihoon, (I mean its a tall order), but then I magically discovered a perfect solution at a new-to-me-store on a weekend sale, Soo by Outernaked. There are several great skins there and wealth of different skin tones to match your favorite bodies skins too.   ...I added the Random Matter's Cyber Doc headset for a twist to the black cheek grease paint often used in baseball and football.   ...Aarya, as Kyra, is wearing the Seka's Tech Base boots. They have PBR texture options, and the fatback has a huge choice of color selections, and animations too, to make the perfect look for your outfit. The boots come in tall and short boot, fits for men and women.

On him, Jihoon / Lathandro:

Pant tattoo 1: Cubic Cherry Delta pants LATEX, fatpack [BOM](Androgyny Event)(206L)
Pant tattoo 2: Cubic Cherry Delta pants fade add-on LATEX, fatpack [BOM](Androgyny Event)(187L)
Top: Fewness Amity Shirt/Legacy [mesh](CyberFair)(249L)

Gloves: BISON Vortex Gauntlet left legacy [mesh][mesh](CyberFair)(449L)
Bandaid: ZEROICHI STORE Fat Bonus ZERO black (Light) [mesh](CyberFair)(180L)
Boots: Cattoza Lumyn Boots / Legacy Male, fatpack (PBR) [mesh](CyberFair)(999L)

Headset: random.Matter Cyber Doc, Wreath, Red [mesh]

Baseball cap: ARGRACE  Baseball cap2 - limited color A [mesh]
Baseball Bat: Top Shed Model_Baseball Bat [mesh]

Collar: Cruel Sulfur Gorget, Legacy M [mesh](100L)

Hair: RavenBell Nova Hair Short w Bangs, Shimmer [mesh](350L)

Eyes: Poetic Colors Jaded Eyes - Jade [mesh](150L)

Head skin: outernaked Soo skin, EvoX, pale, wb [BOM]

Head, piercings: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: STUN Marcos 5 (V.2)

On her, cheerleader Kyra:

Guest Appearance: Aarya Phantomhive, of the Dark Phantom blog.

Boots: SEKA's Tech Base, fatpack [mesh](CyberFair)(1199L)

Pom-poms: Vanilla Bae Kirsten Pom Pom Left - Black & White [mesh]

Top: A&Y Electra Cyber Top, multicolor [mesh]

Hair: A&Y Medusa Cyber hair 2, multicolor [mesh]

Arm Warmers: A&Y Oxy Arm Warmers, Female, multicolor [mesh]

Skirt: Vincue Sailie Skirt Leather, Maitreya [mesh]

Neck: Emotional Circus Interlinked collar, Silver03, EvoX [BOM]

Eyeliner: Emotional Circus IT Girl eyeliner [Applier]

Lip: Emotional Circus Helena Makeup Liptick Applier]

Eyes: Emotional Circus Interlinked eyes, Red02 [BOM]

Tattoo face: Emotional Circus Overdrive 06, EvoX [BOM]

Tattoo body: CURELESS [+] Synthetic Angels, Transangelism, Omega, RARE [Applier]

Skin: Glam Affair Jae, Lelutka EvoX, Fair A [BOM]

Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)

Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara [mesh](2750L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky

 

Androgyny Event: Escape from Club Apophis, 1

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STORYLINE: He ran.

Boots slapped through puddles at a frantic pace, spraying water in rhythm with his pounding heart. The downpour cloaked his presence as if it could wash away what he had become. Neon reflections of acid green, candy pink, and electric blue, rippled across slick asphalt like spilled desires. Neu Seoul dozed behind its steel mask, but something beneath its skin was wide awake screaming.

A sleek black hovercar shrieked overhead. Its searchlight sliced through the haze like a hungry predator. Inside his skull, the whispers began again, low and coaxing, like silk sliding over a blade.

"Come back to us, Lathandro... We love you... We miss your warmth…"

He gritted his teeth and sprinted harder.

"My name is Yoon Jihoon,” he panted, as if the words could ward them off. “I’m a student at Jae Won University. I study. I keep out of trouble. My friends say I’m boring. I had a normal life."

"You had nothing, Little Bookworm,” sneered a new voice, richer and more honeyed with cruelty than the rest. “We gave you Beauty. Power. Desire. Every inch of you was made to be seen. And you ran."

It was the King Cobra himself, no doubt the pilot of the luxurious black hovercar.

He could hear him clearly now: arrogant, theatrical, purring each syllable with operatic flair. Seducer. Sculptor. Sadist. Jihoon could feel the demonic cybernetic surgeon's lingering presence like a phantom kiss on the nape of his neck.

"You don’t belong among *them* anymore, Little Worm. Stay with us. Be adored. Your lips are meant to be worshipped."

His torn parka flared behind him like broken wings. His body didn’t feel like his. Too graceful. Too strong. Too perfect. A nightmare had reshaped him, a nightmare called Club Apophis. He remembered stumbling into that cursed place on a dare one night. But it felt like three years of velvet madness. Whatever reshaped him in Club Apophis, it hadn't completed its work.

The spotlight hit him like lightning as the hovercar swooped low. He caught his strange reflection in its obsidian skin. Porcelain skin. Hair soaked, cascading in streaks of white, cyan, and candy pink. Bright, doll-like eyes rimmed in high-art makeup. Glossed lips parted in panic. Latex clung to his body like a second skin, squeaking with each breathless twist.

He no longer looked like the awkward, bookish boy who went in. Now he looked like something summoned from a fever dream. Androgynous, divine, and utterly unforgettable.
Ahead was the last barrier to his freedom, a tall rusted chainlink fence. Beyond that, dawn was breaking, its rays slicing between skyscrapers in soft hues of pink and silver.

Jihoon summoned strength from deep in his altered frame, and leapt.

The fence caught his coat, tearing it. He hit the concrete hard, knees scraped raw. Sunlight ricocheted off the mirrored skyscrapers, cutting through the gloom like a blade of fire as he collapsed in a pool of light.

Behind him, the shadows hissed in fury. 

The menacing black hovercar halted. Then, slowly, it too backed away. The shadows slithered back toward the forested ruins.

"Be careful, Little Worm. The daylight might crack your pretty dollface." 

And then... the car backed away. The shadows slithered back toward the ruins.

Jihoon stood slowly, legs shaking, breath ragged. Blood ran down his shin, but he didn’t care. He was out. He was free.

And yet his heart ached. Part of him wanted to turn back. To return to the club. To its kisses. It's velvet chains.

“No,” he whispered, clenching his fists. “I need to find that rat bastard who dared me to spend the night there.” Sunlight glinted in his hair as he turned toward the city. “I’m gonna punch his lights out.”

I have some awesome news for fans of androgynous style, a brand new event just for you will be recurring monthly, The Androgyny Event! So far it seems to be a smash hit! Things for guys, things for girls, and everything in-between. I adore having clothing options like this. I'm so happy such an event has been created. ...And on Monday, May 19th there will be live DJ at 5pm SL for the halftime show. 

This post was inspired by items at event, the movies Blade Runner and Rocky Horror Picture Show, colorful SL fashion styles from the furry community, and a story I wrote about a recurring character to the blog during my year away. 

The Vertui Jacket from Cubic Cherry comes in male and female fits. It's roomy and could be worn by a variety of mesh bodies. ...The Pyre pants by Wraith have a feminine silhouette but can be worn by girls and guys. The pants include shoes that are perfectly draped by the pants with a slight slit peek a boo slit on the lower leg. They come in a base texture set of cloth or latex. Bodies supported are: Anatomy, Jake, Legacy male, athletic, and female, Lara X, Reborn, and Anatomy.   ... The colorful makeup is Michele by Rubedo for Evo X heads. There are 12 colors. I used the limegreen version and layered it with cyan eyeshadow. ...I paired the event items with the Rory hair by Exile that has some badass color options, the Summer Corset and Misaki color by Artificial Hallucination, Fishnet undershirt by AsteroidBox, and this was shot on location at the cybertastic Cobalt Blue Dance Club.

On him, Yoon Jihoon:

Jacket: Cubic Cherry Vertui Jacket, fatpack, Male fit [mesh](Androgyny Event)(1999L)

Pants: wraith Pyre Jake + Bulge, black latex [mesh](Androgyny Event)(400L)

Makeup: Rubedo Michele, evox 09 [BOM](Androgyny Event)(240L)

Hair: Exile Rory [mesh](390L)

Collar: Artificial Hallucination +AH+ Misaki Collar M [mesh](349L)

Corest: Artificial Hallucination AH+ Summer Sun Corset, Jake [mesh](399L)

Thigh bag: RIOT Infiltrator Thigh Bag - B. Jake - Pink gacha set [mesh](2500L)

Undershirt: AsteroidBox Shredded Nets - Black Plain [BOM]

Earrings: Swallow Earrings Goth Human Ears [mesh](group gift)

Eyes: Poetic Colors Jaded Eyes - Jade [mesh](150L)

Hairbase: BRABUS Victor Hairbase // 4 White TINT [BOM](289L)

Body: Belleza Jake V3 Bom/Bento Mesh Body  [mesh](2999L)

Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Pose Run: momomuller / 3M [3M]**_gogogo_A7 (40L)

Location:

Cobalt Blue Dance Club

BONUS IMAGE: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.

Cyber Fair: The Blade of Kujo

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STORYLINE: Insilico never slept. It pulsed, an electric heartbeat of neon and vice, where the strong ruled with steel fists and the weak were swallowed whole. Hovercrafts screeched between spires of glass and chrome. Data ghosts whispered through the air, carrying secrets worth killing for. And at the center of it all sat Kujo.

Kujo, the Cyber Mafia boss. A name spoken in hushed tones, feared from the top tiers of Insilico’s floating utopia to the grimy underbelly where oxygen was bought and lives were cheaper than code. His body was a symphony of engineered perfection ,chromed bones, biofiber muscles, a neural core more advanced than military AIs. He was a predator in a world of scavengers. His blade showed no mercy.

And yet, in the heart of his fortress ,a penthouse of bulletproof glass and digitized nightmares, sat a boy who didn’t belong.

Eden.

Barefoot. Clad in simple linen. A relic from another time, another world. The boy had no implants, no augments, no cyber-link. His eyes, untainted by the ever-present glow of the city, held something rare, -- something untouched.

People whispered about it. Why would Kujo, the most ruthless force in Insilico, guard the lad like a dragon hoarding treasure? Was Eden worth more than credits, more than data? Or was it something else entirely?

Some said the boy was a key, a secret weapon hidden beneath soft hands and innocent prayers. Others believed he was Kujo’s redemption, a living memory of something the crime lord had long since lost.

But the truth?

The truth was a locked vault in Kujo’s mind. And in Insilico, secrets were the deadliest currency of all.

Longtime readers of my blog might already spotted both Kujo and Eden are returning characters. Updating both characters with current wares at Cyber Fair, and the story are the inspiration for this series.   The intense stare of Kujo is thanks to the Savage Fantasy black sclera by Gloom. And how awesome is the gritty Replicant skin by Utopia? It's different for me, but totally works for my style with a brow change by HISS and under underage concealer by Izzie's.   The armor, jacket, and glove by Lavenvo have PBR are beautifully crafted and have many color texture options.   The Visor by _TRK_ is interactive. Touch it to open the face shield and touch again to close. It and the jaw both have many color options, glow color. Very cool.   The large wicked looking spider leg backpack is by Bison and has color and texture options.   The sword is by Ayaya and its mod, so just edited its glow to red.   The Xanthe hair by Sintiklia is a style with a lot of potential you might miss at first glance. There is an unrigged version with bangs as separate attachments, plus a style hud. It made possible to turn a whimsical cat headphones girl style into a warrior samurai style! The hachigane headbands are by Last Ride. Blood tattoos by Yaya and Sacrilege.

On him, Kujo of the Cyber Mafia:
Armor: [LANEVO] Silence Armor, Legacy.M, fatpack [mesh](Cyber Fair)(885L)

Jacket: [LANEVO] Silence Jacket, Legacy.M, fatpack [mesh](Cyber Fair)(885L)

Glove: [LANEVO] Silence Glove, Legacy.M, fatpack [mesh](Cyber Fair)(660L)

Skin: [utopia] replicant, scream, picasso, no brows, evo X [BOM](Cyber Fair)(799L)

Backpack: BISON NeoGrip-X [mesh](Cyber Fair)(249L)
Eyes: Gloom Savage Fantasy Collection - Sclera 03 - Red [mesh](Cyber Fair)(290L)
Hair: Sintiklia Xanthe, black and browns [mesh](Cyber Fair)(350L)
Sword: AYAYA HF Executioner's Blade, White [mesh](Cyber Fair)(275L)
Visor, jaw: _TRK_ Futura Mask, Visor, V1, fatpack [mesh](Cyber Fair)(899L)

Headband, hair bow: Last Ride 47 Samurai/Headband, Hachigane [mesh]

Horns: Cubic Cherry Aeon [mesh]

Claws: L'Emporio&PL Oblio Vampire Claws male [mesh](350L)
Makeup: Izzie's - LeL Evo X - Under Eye Concealer 01 [BOM

Blood: YaYa face blood, evox [BOM]
Makeup, blood: sacrilege eternal damnation [BOM](329L)

Brow: HISS Mika Brow [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

BONUS IMAGE: inworld raw shot, midday sky

Midnight Order: Dragon Boy Centerfold

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STORYLINE: Greetings dear readers and creatures of the night, this nocturnal journalist is happy to announce, after a year long hiatus, Midnight Magazine is back! We're excited to give a sneak peek at February's centerfold, the mysterious Dracotaur Sylus from the popular Deepspace video game. Yes, yes, he was difficult to coax into modeling for us, but with proper care, attention, and a lot of money were able to eventually win him over.

It's good to be back! I have been having fun with PBR, as you can see in the image above. lol. 

Midnight Order is MASSIVE, it's grown so huge since I was last in SL.  I'm just blow away by the quality and quantity of the items there. It's not to be missed! And grab the many goodies too, including a full outfit for the men!

This image was inspired by the JEYS's Imperial Dragon and Armor. I used a combination of red and black textures for the Dragon parts, and my favorite armor was the red with a cool flame texture. The Dragon Wings by JEYS are free gift at the event in 2 colors. For this picture I used the Moon Rabbit Phoenix Wings with flame colors.These wings come in Blended or Mask versions. I used the Masked version. The wings are animated textures that look like fire. They are bento with many animations, including hugs, and static poses. For the tail I used the bento Spinal Tail by Cubic Cherry. Its has many texture huds with PBR and includes an AO. On the face, I used the BOM tattoo AERTH's Daughter of Sun Facedecals Onyx for a cool look. And the most perfect eyes are Hellbourne's Phosphor Eyes's Vitae with the mix of grey, white and red.

On him, Dragon Boy:

Outfit: JEYS Imperial Armor I, Legacy [mesh](Midnight Order)(299L)

Dragon: JEYS Imperial Dragon A Black, Legacy [mesh](Midnight Order)(299L)

Wings dragon: JEYS Imperial Gift Wing A [mesh](Midnight Order) (gift)

Wings fire: Moon Rabbit ~MR~ Phoenix Wings [Bento](Midnight Order)(fatpack 1,499L)

Eyes: Hellbourne :H: Phosphor Eyes - Vitae [BOM](Midnight Order)(275L)

Tail: Cubic Cherry Spinal tail Neons [Bento][PBR](Midnight Order)(275L)

Tattoo: AERTH Daughter of Sun Facedecals Onyx [BOM](Midnight Order)(350L)

Tattoo: Nefekalum Tattoos, Python, Red [BOM](199L)

Tattoo: Vae Victis Pillar of Inun EvoX - Vo, Black [BOM](450L)

Tattoo arms: CURELESS [+] Dragon Halfbreeds / HalfbreedScales Coal, Fatpack [BOM](1499L)

Claws: RAWR! Merciless Claws Legacy, Male [mesh](349L)

Hair: WINGS ES1118-HAIR [mesh](320L)

Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose tail: Murder of Ravens [M.O.R] bento demon tail [Bento](150L)

Pose: Insomnia Angel konpeitou lay2

 

Setting:

Cave: CABALPIER Cave Hall [PBR](985L)

BONUS IMAGE: inworld raw shot, midday sky