STORYLINE: Sleeping on the temple roof above the busy marketplace of Heian, was a gentle and wise nine tail fox, Kyubi no Kitsune. Its white fur gleamed in the golden light, soft purrs rumbled in its chest. An icy breeze ruffled its fur. The sour scent snapped the old fox's eyes open.
Doubt, rage, envy, fear, hopelessness.... These emotions had suddenly surged in the populace. The Oni were growing stronger. The Unweaver was approaching, bringing a cold miasma of doom with it.
The fox flicked its tails annoyed. Something must be done quickly to rebalance the land.
Kyubi no Kitsune rose on his gigantic paws and stretched out nine magnificent tails. With a leaf on his forehead, and a poof of fox magic, he transformed into a striking, friendly looking street performer, albeit his fox nature was not completely hidden.
He landed gently in the large square, and announced himself as the mighty Kyubi no Kitsune, to many dubious laughs. His fluffy tail waving, and ears twitching, he began to tell jokes and perform amazing tricks to people's delight. A crowd around him grew. His sunny nature was infectious. He encouraged everyone to sing with him, and even pulled audience members into a silly dance. Soon a full street party broke out. Food was brought and served. Young couples met. Children giggled. And by the time the sun set, Heian was full of warm hearts once more. The Oni had shrunk to the size of mice.
Outside, the Unweaver seethed. Joy was the one thing it could never consume.
It sneered and moved on.
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STORYLINE: The deal was sealed with a handshake. Disgusting.
From her station in the shadows of the greenroom, Nurse Paine watched the transaction with the cold, clinical detachment of a coroner. The handshake between her master, the divine Dr. Lucien Ginerva, and that pink-haired parasite, Romance, wasn’t just a business agreement. It was an infection.
“You look thin. Bring your best face to the Opening of the Mouth Ceremony. Drink ten years,” MasterGin purred, releasing the idol’s hand.
Paine tried to hide her smirk. Ten years. An exquisite insult.
She watched MasterGin sashay away, his tunic dissolving into the clinic light, leaving the room feeling emptier, colder. He didn’t look at her. He never did. He just left her with the mess, as he had for twenty years.
She turned her gaze to Romance. He was preening in the mirror, hair slowly turning pink, and wiping a faint smudge of soul from his lip. Life he had stolen right out on the street, in front of the clinic, under the glare of a thousand cameras.
Reckless. A liability wrapped in velvet and bad decisions. He risked the Great Work. The Monstrum. The Master himself. All for a quick hit of adoration. And for what? To save a broken cyborg girl who was destined for the scrap heap anyway?
Romance caught her staring in the reflection. He didn't look ashamed. He looked bored.
“You are walking on borrowed time, Master Romance,” Paine said, her voice dropping into the quiet, lethal register she usually reserved for uncooperative patients.
He spun the chair slowly, crossing his legs with an elegance that made her want to snap his femur.
“Aren’t we all? That’s why I’m curious.”
He leaned back, studying her with those impossible, mischief-flecked eyes. He looked at her not as a threat, but as a specimen.
“You keep his house clean. His rules intact. His miracles on schedule,” he drawled. “But you’re mortal. Spending your life in service to a monster who barely looks twice at you.”
The words struck her like a scalpel, precise and severing.
Mortal.
The word hung in the air, smelling of rot. She looked down at her white heels. They were scuffed at the toe. Scuffed from running down hallways, kicking open doors, dragging heavy, unconscious bodies into prep rooms. Scuffed from doing the dirty work while he floated above it all in a cloud of clove smoke and opera music.
She forced her head up. She would not let this glitter-covered leech see her bleed.
“My service is not for his vanity,” she lied, the words tasting like ash. “It is for the Great Work. The resurrection of the old ways.”
“The Old Ways?” Romance laughed softly, a sound that grated on her nerves like a bone saw hitting a clamp. “You mean like the Opening of the Mouth? The catering alone must be a nightmare. Let me guess… he handles the guest list, and you handle the carcass?”
Paine flinched. It was a microscopic movement, a twitch of the eyelid, but he saw it.
Carcass. That’s all Jihoon was to him. But to her? He was the clay of her master. She ensured the transition was seamless.
“The High Priestess does not complain of the weight of the knife,” she snapped, her voice rising.
“High Priestess,” Romance mused, standing up. He drifted toward her, invading her sterile field. He smelled of amber musk and freshly baked cinnamon buns. “A grand title for a janitor. You look exhausted, Paine. When was the last time you slept? Or does he keep you running on stimulants and promises?”
He stopped inches from her face. His beauty upclose undeniable.
“He treats you like furniture. Useful. Silent. Easily replaced.”
Rage, hot and white, flared in her chest. Her nails bit into her palm. *Furniture?* She was the foundation! Without her, GIN AESTHETICA™ would crumble into a heap of lawsuits and bio-waste within a week. She managed the supply lines. She silenced the inspectors. She fed the beast.
She smoothed a wrinkle in her a pristine couture scrubs.
“Be ready,” she hissed, stepping back to put distance between her and his seductive scent. “The camera is waiting.”
She reached for the door panel, desperate to be away from him, to be back in the cold, logical embrace of her lab.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The room washed in a sudden, pulsing crimson light.
Paine froze. Her heart rate didn't spike, it steadied. This was familiar. This was procedure.
She tapped her wrist-console. A holographic grid projected into the air, cutting through the red haze.
Sector 4. Sub-Level Maintenance. The VIP Tunnel.
Grainy night-vision footage flickered to life.
Five figures moving through the shadows. Covered in muck. Moving fast.
She squinted. The tactical gear. The girl with the camera. The boy with the glowing gloves.
The escapees.
The ones from the Pen. The ones who had caused a riot at the auction. They were here. In her house.
“Intruders,” she whispered, the word a curse. “Unauthorized biocodes detected.”
Her fingers flew across the console. This was it. The excuse she needed to vent the fury building in her veins.
“Summoning Enforcer Squad Alpha,” she announced, her thumb hovering over the execution command. “Seal the exits.”
“Wait.”
Romance stepped in front of the hologram, blocking her view.
“Don’t call the dogs yet. Look at them. They’re barely standing. Sewer rats in human clothes.”
“They are breaching the Holy Sanctum. Defiling the clinic where a God performs miracles.” Paine snarled, dodging around him to reach the icon. “Protocol demands—”
He grabbed her wrist.
The contact was electric. A fiery jolt shot through her core, ringing her like a bell.
“Look at me, Paine,” he breathed.
His eyes flared with a hypnotic, neon-pink light. The air suddenly smelled of yearning and first kisses. She felt the warmth brush her skin, syrupy and false, and she did not yield.
“You don’t want to call the guards. You want to let them pass. You’re so tired of fighting. Just... let it go.”
She felt the enchantment wash over her like a warm bath. It tugged at her thumping heart, whispered to her exhausted muscles that it was okay to rest, okay to fail, okay to just... stop.
It was a powerful spell. Against a human, it would have been absolute.
For one treacherous heartbeat, she wanted to let go.
But Paine was not just human. Not anymore.
For decades, she had taken her communion from the Master’s own vein. His blood, ancient and cursed, had rewritten her marrow. It burned like antiseptic fire in her veins, hardened her mind against the soft, sticky fingers of lower magics.
She looked at Romance. She didn't feel love. She felt insulted.
She didn't swoon. She sneered.
And then, she backhanded him.
SMACK.
It was a beautiful sound. Wet. Heavy. Final.
Romance stumbled backward, crashing into the makeup chair. He looked at her with genuine shock, clutching his bleeding lip.
“Do not insult me with your parlor tricks, Idol,” she spat, stepping over him.
She felt the change in her eyes, the iris burning red, legacy of the Master’s blood rising to the surface.
“Did you think I was mere cattle? I have supped from the Master’s own vein. His blood runs in my marrow. Your little love spells have no purchase here.”
Romance touched his lip, checking for blood. “Well,” he wheezed, straightening his jacket with a wince. “That explains the bad attitude.”
Paine ignored him. She turned back to the screen, zooming in on the feed.
Minjo. The robotics girl. She was dismantling a security camera with a multitool. The movements were precise, practiced. Familiar.
Paine’s mind raced. How did they get past the outer sensors? How did they know the tunnel layout?
Romance.
She whirled on him, pressing a scalpel-sharp fingernail into the expensive fabric of his lapel.
“You’re running a ratline,” she accused, her voice a low growl. “The smuggler in the Zone. It was you.”
He opened his mouth, but she silenced him with a look.
“And Sister Sophia,” she whispered, the name tasting bitter. “I will never stop looking for her. Our fellowship is broken without her. Did you make her disappear too?”
Romance slapped her hand away. The playful mask cracked, revealing something sharp and angry underneath.
“She died trying to save the world from monsters like you."
The name hit her like a physical blow. The air left her lungs. Sophia... dead? The possibility had always been a whisper in the back of her mind, a cold dread she refused to acknowledge. Hearing it spoken aloud shattered the fragile hope she’d carried for two years.
He pointed at the screen, at the dirty, desperate kids crawling through the pipes.
“They aren’t assassins, Paine. They’re children. They’re just here for the boy. Jihoon.”
“The Chosen One,” Paine corrected automatically as if it were scripture. “And…,” hurt leaked into her voice, “we were all born under the same star.”
“You mean you’re all born the same year?” Romance laughed softly, “Wow. Evil has aged you.”
She ground her teeth, and looked back at the screen.
The red-haired girl moved with surgical intent. She wiped slime from her face. The boy with the gloves helped the reporter over a pipe. They were terrified. They were filthy.
And they were walking straight into a meat grinder.
The Enforcers were stationed at the end of that corridor. Heavily armed. Hungry. If she let the alarm stand, those kids would be shredded in less than three minutes.
Paine looked at the red button.
If she pressed it, she did her duty. She protected the Master. She upheld the order.
But then... she looked at Romance. The "ratline." He was helping them. undermining the Master right under his nose.
*He treats you like furniture. Useful. Silent. Easily replaced.*
The words echoed in her skull.
Why should she clean up this mess? Why should she call the guards and let them have all the fun?
If these kids were smart enough to break into the Zone, survive the sewers, and breach the Sanctum... perhaps they were interesting. Perhaps they deserved a test.
And if they failed? Well, The Opening of the Mouth always drew hungry guests.
Paine lowered her hand. A thought, cold and calculating, formed in her mind. She watched the live feed collapse into static. She had already purged the archive. The system would remember nothing.
“The Master believes his security is absolute,” she murmured. “He believes no human can touch him.”
She looked at her scuffed heels. Then at the alarm.
“Let’s see if he’s right.”
She tapped the console.
ALARM CANCELED.
She keyed the comms line, her voice shifting instantly into her bored, administrative tone.
“Control, this is Paine. Belay that order. False alarm in Sector 4. Sensors are tripping on sewer rats chewing the power cables again. I will go down and verify the damage personally.”
“Copy that, Nurse Paine,” the radio crackled. “Standing down.”
The red light died.
Romance stared at her, his jaw hanging slightly open. “Why?”
Paine walked to the medical cabinet. She unlocked it with a thumbprint. The heavy, chrome bone-saw gleamed in the light. Beside it, a syringe of paralytic neurotoxin.
She slid them into the deep pockets of her pristine white coat.
“Because if they are competent enough to breach the outer wall, they deserve an audience,” she said, checking the weight of the saw in her pocket. “And if they are not… the ghouls will eat well tonight.”
She walked to the door, pausing to look back at him.
“Get to the studio, Romance. Smile for the camera. Sell the lie. Do what you were bought to do.”
“And you?” he asked.
Paine smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.
“I have a mess to clean up.”
She swept out of the room, her heels clicking a sharp, solitary rhythm down the hall. Let the Master play with celebrities and haute couture.
The Master demanded order. But tonight, it was Paine who would become chaos.
Midnight Order is ending soon. Be sure to return for new items added, and if you missed any generious gifts. ...DJ Romance returns sporting some K-pop Demon awesomeness. His edgy outfit is by Dope+ Mercy. You can use the texture hud in the fatpack for base colors and several cool patterns. The top is mod, so I edited it for a burgundy color with the nice heavy metal looking pattern. The shredded pants also have texture options, I used the worn version. ...This style of pant look great with big stompers so I paired with the Cult Obsidian boots. ... Romance is rocking a messy mullet by Dura U136. It comes in several color packs, I used Light. The hair is not rigged so you use the hug to adjust the fit and edit it. I added the hair the U135 for extra Romance style lengh in the back. Perfect match! In the raw image below you can see the hair without the longer lower end. ...Also in the closeup image below, I included the gold version of the Auto Stellar Nose Chain. It comes in silver, black, and gold. It's mod, so you can adjust the fit. ...How about that awesome Ghoul Tail by The Deadboy? It automatically BOM fits your skin texture. For me it auto added the Fishnet detail! You can adjust in the hud the transparency of the skin, the cartoon outline colors for the bones and the tail, or hide the parts you don't want to show. ... Adding his trademark heart theme is the Heart Dermal Piercings by Stoic. They are mod so you can adjust the size and placement by hand. ....Adding more gothic punk style, are the BOM upper Fishnet by AsteroidBox, and lower an old favorite by Sna@tch that closely matches the style of the upper.
“This thing is lying to me,” Minjo hissed, her fingers jabbing at keys as the monitor bled error codes in crimson. Lines of text scrolled, stuttered, then reassembled themselves into elegant nonsense. “Every time I think I’ve found a pattern, it shifts. Like the data doesn’t want to be read.”
She spun in her chair and pinned Echo with a sharp look. “You’re the retro-tech historian. Have you ever seen anything like this?”
The air in the workshop smelled of hot oil and static charge, a tang that clung to the back of the throat. Echo clutched her battered field kit and let her eyes wander. This wasn’t the gleaming, glass-paneled lab she had imagined. It was a cathedral of machines that refused to die.
Vacuum tubes pulsed like orange fireflies in glass bell jars. Cables thick as iron vines hung from the rafters. In the corner, a brass automaton stood half-finished, its exposed ribs of gears glinting like the fossil of some mechanical saint.
“I’d almost think you were an Old-Tech fan,” Echo murmured, her voice full of reverent awe. “This place feels… curated. Like a museum where all the exhibits still want to work.”
Minjo gave a short, dry laugh. “Not nostalgia. Discipline. Automata tell you when they break.” She held up Kyra’s smart chip like it was a splinter under her skin. “So. What do you see?”
Echo’s pulse quickened. This was her territory. She slipped on cotton gloves, plucked the chip with tweezers, and slotted it into her portable analyzer—a sleek, Y2K-era contraption bristling with adapters, its glowing cathode display and keys that clacked with tactile defiance.
Her fingers danced. Green phosphor text flickered to life. Her breath hitched. “I’m in.”
The team gathered. Ghost leaned forward, his silence radiating an intense curiosity. Plague hovered, impatience sharp as his grin. “Well?”
“There are two partitions,” Echo said, her voice taut with excitement. “The first is a routing file. It’s… a map.” She zoomed out. A lattice of underworld arteries branched beneath the Forbidden Zone. “Detailed. Marked with hazards, safe zones, and access points. A complete underground network.”
Plague let out a low whistle. “Imagine that. The safest way through the Zone is under it.”
But Echo’s finger lingered on the second file. “This one… it’s labeled as a Sensory Recording.”
Minjo’s head snapped up. “Impossible. We don’t even have tech stable enough for that now.”
“A glitch from another timeline?” Echo teased, but her voice wavered.
Ghost’s hands cut through the air: Why give us a key for a lock that doesn’t exist?
Minjo’s lips curved into something predatory. Her gaze slid to the pedestal where she had placed another technical mystery from the Zone. “Maybe it does.”
The Black Snakeskin Box didn’t gleam. It drank. Its scales were a velvety, matte black that devoured light until the eye recoiled, as if staring into a pit that had no bottom.
“I’ve been studying it,” Minjo confessed. “It’s a delivery system. Quantum entanglement, maybe. But that would demand an impossible power source…” Her brow knit tight. “And yet—the same repeating pattern in Jihoon and the box. So I keep asking myself… what feeds on the absence of light?”
“Anti-light,” Echo blurted. “Like antimatter, but for photons?”
Plague snorted. “That’s not science. That’s pulp.”
Minjo waved him off. “No, no. It’s like it draws energy from what isn’t there.”
Ghost signed one word. Clean. Absolute. “Entropy.”
Minjo froze, wide-eyed, like Ghost had just given her the last number in a holy equation. She scribbled furiously across a pad, calculations blooming in jagged lines.
“Echo, build an adapter between that chip and that box. I’ll construct the viewer. Ghost—hack the box’s signal. Find a way to broadcast it back into the Zone and see if you can get a response from Kyra.”
Before anyone could argue, she whirled on Plague. “And you—I have your assignment. Once we find Jihoon, you’re the one who cures him.” She pulled a vial from a drawer; inside were the iridescent keratin crescents. “Claws. Proof he’s mutating. And here—” she flicked biometric scans onto his tablet—“the night before he caught fire.”
Plague’s eyes lit like a gambler’s. “Beautiful. But I need a control. Something from before mutation.”
Minjo hesitated, then crossed to a battered trunk. She dug out a dog-eared math textbook and, from between its pages, drew a delicate paper crane. When she unfolded it, strands of short black hair glimmered in the low light.
For a moment, no one spoke. The air seemed to still around the fragile keepsake.
Plague raised a brow. “You kept this?”
Her face flushed. “Don’t read into it.”
Echo glanced at her, caught the flicker of emotion Minjo tried to bury, and smiled knowingly.
Plague slid the hair into a sterile tube. “Control acquired.” He rolled up his sleeves. “Let’s see what our little monster is made of.”
Hours bled into a blur of frantic creation. Coffee cups stacked like a miniature skyline. Solder smoke, smelling of pine and hot plastic, veiled the rafters. Sparks flew from grinders, and the air filled with the whine of high-speed drills.
By dawn, something immense loomed in the half-light: a freestanding ring of brass coiled with copper, gauges trembling on its frame. Clockwork gears stood poised to turn like the teeth of a steel giant.
Plague lifted his head from a microscope, blinking at the thing. “What the hell is that?”
“A lens,” Minjo said simply.
Echo’s throat went dry. “We built a Hephaestus Gate.”
Minjo scoffed. “More like a chronal resonance viewer.” She gripped a heavy lever. “Ready?”
The workshop lights dimmed, then the ring flared with a low, resonant hum. Gravity seemed to fail, as if a poltergeist had seized the room—levitating pens, papers, and tools in silent revolt. Gears clanked, relays snapped, and the air thickened, tasting sharply of ozone. The inner circle shimmered, not as a hologram, but like a mirror remembering.
Luminous Roman numerals wheeled into a spiraling vortex, casting an eerie phosphorescence across the room as tools, notes, and loose strands of hair lifted, weightless, into the air.
And then— A faint brass horn. A snatch of jazz, warped by static. The shuffle of footsteps on cobblestone. A man’s laugh, cut short by a stutter of distant gunfire.
The sounds bled into Minjo’s lab like ghosts that had been waiting a hundred twenty-six years to speak. On the monitor, green text scrolled once, then froze:
ARCHIVAL RECORDING — CHICAGO, FEBRUARY 14, 1929
The Engine Room is back! Lots of wonderfully inventive and finely crafted items in this round, it's always such an elegant and imaginative treat. .... After much thought and intense writing, the Apoohis story continues, shedding its cyberpunk and stepping into the Steampunk world. ...For this first post, the gang unlocks a secret thanks to the RS Store Syn Time Twist. It's a clever illusion using projectors, it really does look like a time swirling down the drain. It's mod so you can tint and resize it. It also comes with a hud to tint its hologram colors. ....From Starlit Endeavor is wonderful new outfit, Nomanda overalls, with a crazy number of mesh bodies supported, even canidae legs (LaraX, LaraX Flat, Legacy M, Legacy F, Legacy F Flat, Aesthetic, Jake, Anatomy, Ebody, Ebody flat, Ebody Waifu). For Minjo, I used LaraX Flat, and used the pant length option for taller boots. The textures are PRB and with a hud you can customize or tint. ....Matching is the Nomada Journal. It can trigger animations and poses, raise or lower the journal, plus many texture options, and ability to customize the notepad. ....From Apricot Paws are the Faux Fingers with fits for Lara X, Reborn, or Legacy F. They come with a texture hud to change out the look. Textures are PBR. Faux Fingers ....Ni.Ju brings the new Tomtom Hair with style options, mullet with bangs, no bangs, rigged and unrigged, for men and women. The hair is PBR only and comes with many texture options. ....Below you see another view of the Widow's Workshop by Candle and Cauldron. It's beautifully crafted and detailed. A trap door, sliding doors for a backroom, stairwell, fireplace stones, large windows and scenic landscape of Victorian buildings. It comes with a hud to switch turn off the landscape, or switch between PBR textures of tile floor or wood, wood walls or aged wallpaper. ....Standing in for Black Snakeskin Box, is the Wormhole Suitcase by Linkrave. It's a wearable transporter you can program for up to 5 locations. Pretty fun!
STORYLINE: The Nightfang was a powerful sword. He could feel the energy pulsing in it. But like so many things in life, his father's favorite weapon didn't come with an instruction manual. Years would pass as he experimented with the it, trying to tease out its secrets. Then one day while strolling through a battlefield littered with the fallen, a butterfly landed on the sharp edge of the blade unharmed. Then more butterflies came to rest on it as if it was perfectly natural for butterflies to suddenly be smitten with a deadly metal. Thats when he realized those were no ordinary butterflies, they were the Jigokuchō, or the hell butterflies that come to collect the souls of the dead. Surely this was a major clue to Nightfang's ultimate attack. Japonica is ending soon. Be sure to not miss the great sales, including 50% off for the event. This post continues Kōmori story with fantastic new release by Gabriel, Katahaori. I used a combination of the Enji and Shiro for this outfit, paired with the Enji Geta. Hey, it wouldn't be me if I didn't make a twist to this look; Hot Pink Latex Tabi? Obi on the Shoulder? Have you lost your mind, Dev? Maybe. lol I love how this turned out. The AIR butterfly gacha is fun, when you walk an exact duplicate of your butterfly will rez around you in a particle effect. Pretty cool. In the set, the screens by katat0nik are mod, so they can all be tinted whatever color you like. The hanging lanterns are by Who What and include animating goldfish inside. .... Speaking of awesome, and japan... the Kagami event has opened. I look forward to seeing you all dressed up for another adventure game this year. See you there!
STORYLINE: A crow landed in the snow covered doorway of the ruined tower and cawed loudly. A blindfolded man turned his ear to the doorway and nodded as if he understood the message of the feathered visitor. He was a regal looking man, despite the maid uniform he wore. He was none other than Sebastian, the demon butler of Phantomhive Manor. He was busy preparing a rather interesting evening of entertainment for young master. Soon, the misogynistic thief who stole Her Majesty's crown jewels would arrive. The deranged criminal belonged to a secret society that believed women should never be in positions of power. Ridiculous. The butler snapped on a tight lady's latex glove. A sinister grin curled up on the edge of his lips. Oh how he did enjoy extracting information.
Happy 4th of July! To celebrate, don't miss making your own fireworks at the Independence Sale at Dictatorshop. All the adult furniture of the entire store is discounted 40% off. Shown above at the Contempo sofa, chair, stool, and cross. All the pieces come with a color change hud. You can choose what poses you want: m/f, f/m. f/f, m/m, or get the 4-in-1 option. All pieces will automatically rez props and attach them with permission.
STORYLINE: Vladislav used to be extremely powerful. He could hypnotize crowds of people. Great orgies. He could turn into all sorts of animals. He would kill anybody. Men, women. children. Burning... everything. But he suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of his arch nemesis, the Beast. And, he's never been the same. It all started with an unbreakable love spell. The Beast was talented in Voudou, ... a little too talented. Now the two of them are locked in an everlasting war that burned just as hot in love as hate. One moment their yelling would make the walls shake, the next those same walls were taking a pounding.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! If you are still looking for a gift for your sweetheart, be sure to not miss Objets D'Amour. This series had 2 inspirations. The first was the Emprean Forge gacha, the Dollmaker's Fetish at Objects D'Amour. The necklace, bracelet, and ring are all beautifully made and I love being able to pick up some EQ on my limited budget. The second is from Pucca Firecaster over at Fantasy Gacha is the fun PFC bones accessories, great for Voodoo girls or guys. Over at Madpeas is a wonderfully witty Voodoo Valentine gacha. Seriously, I was shooting this picture when I got a notice about this gacha. Perfect timing! Each unfortunate Voodoo Doll in love meets his demise when you touch him. The one I used above is burning at the stake. Also shown is the Johnny hair by Tableau Vivant. The Omega Countess appliers by Sn@tch from a past Fish For This hunt. The Genesis Labs Julia Head and skin makes switching to a girl avatar for this post a cinch. Love it. The Valentine Voodoo pose with props is by NanTra. And the wonderful Veve by Papermoon I love so much. It's Papa Legba but for Valentines you may want to pick the heart shaped Erzulie Veve instead. Also by Papermoon are the Saints & Spirits voltive Voudou candles gacha.
Have you guys done Madpea's Ghost Town yet? You can win this awesome bloody shirt by Deadwool as well as gifts from other stores with goodies for guys like Lapointe & Bastchild and Apple Fall. On him, Vlad: Shirt: Deadwool Hugo shirt - bloody (Ghost Town)(free) Tattoo TMP applier:titzukiBlood mouth Tattoo (120L) (Image Left, For the rest of the style credits, go to: Valentines for Vladislav 1)
STORYLINE: "Want to play with me?" Nurse Hurtz smiled menacingly. Dirt gulped. Maybe he didn't have broken arm after all, it was just a sprang, right? He turned to leave, but two of Seth's guards blocked his path. He had a really bad feeling about this. He had heard rumors about bizarre medical experiments going on, but he never believed it. Until now.
This set by Death Row is so fun, with this flickering electric plasmas, cathode ray tubes, glowing flasks of goo and gizmos. Each piece from a gacha is mod and low land impact. There are 2 rares, the operating table, and the black science lab desk. Both rares include lots of poses for single male and female, couples, and adult. Have fun, and try not to create any freaks of nature who might come back for revenge. Boowahahhaaaa *throws the power switch on*
STORYLINE: The son of The Great Tyrant was beautiful like his father, an angel, but he had a wicked heart like his mother. He set eyes on conquering the homeworld of Barbarella, one screaming fangirl at a time.
Triple stars for you rock trivia fans who name the alludes in the image above: movie, band, and guitarist. For the Oh Hair by Tableau Vivant and I used pink in the Equinox pack for Visual Kei look. The jacket by Kuana I got at FaMESHed and should be in the mainstore soon. The cool neckwarmer by Shi is at Collabor88, as well as the color change ankh rings by Maxi Gossamer. The Circa ring is an animated spider in the gacha at HorrorFest. I'm wearing the handy Frozen Night shorts again, but this time I am wearing mesh stocking from Sn@tch. To make this work on a guy and boost my Visual cred, I paired it with the platform boots by Lapointe & Bastchild. The fun Mikkokosmos guitar is one of 2 Luckyboards you can win at Libber's Guitars. There is also a free off-the-shoulder guitar, and a typing effect guitar. The picture is taken at a cool wrecked spaceship under the ocean at DDU. On Him, Pretty Pretty: Hair:Tableau Vivant Oh Hair bangs - Equinox [mesh] (300L) Jacket:Kauna Tunic: Black [mesh] (past, FaMESHed) Ring1:Maxi Gossamer Rings - Angelica's Ankh Of Power [mesh] (Collabor88) (188L) Ring2:Circa Fright Night Macabre Ring - Drucilla Spider RARE (Horrorfest) (45L) Scarf:.Shi Hesed Neck Warmer - Mystic Male [mesh] (Collabor88) (188L) Stockings: Sn@tchJinx Stockings - white [mesh] (past, Woeful Wednesday)(50L) Boots: Lapointe & Bastchild Platforms Croc&Steel (499L) Guitar: Libber's Guitar Mikrokosmos Limited v.1 (luckyboard)(free) Shorts:Frozen Night FN*winter dress suit white 2 [mesh] (250L) Hands:SlinkMale Hands Relax [mesh] (450L) Skin:Tableau Vivant Noctis skin - bald -Tone 01 (Boystown) (990L) Eyes:Poetic Colorsnightfall - night mood [mesh] (100L) Pose:Del MayAir guitar (50L)
STORYLINE: As you work on catching "rain" to make sweet treats, the ghosts chat with you. You merely touch a skull, grinning ghost, or a jack-o-lantern and begin to tell you funny things, or drop helpful tips. But sometimes the ghosts gossip. They tell you something odd about a person called, "Pumpkin Prince." For RMK Halloween I have some tips for you hunters. First, if you make toxic candy (a skull-n-crossbone) it's okay. You didn't make a sweet treat, but you can still give it to a ghost. There is one that will gladly take it from you and clear your hud so you can try again! You have to find the ghost that accepts your toxic creations! Second, if you win a premium ticket you can use it at the store of your choice, but you can only redeem it once, just like all the other tickets. You may even want to use this valuable ticket as a trading tool. For example, say one hunter cannot get that last missing ticket, and you need 4 more. You can make a great trade, your one ticket, for 4 of the other hunter's extras. Everybody wins! You can do the trades in the Trading Table area or use the RMK Sim group. Good luck!
Now a little more about the outfit. The suit by Frozen Night can be won at RMK Halloween. It comes with a black necktie and a striped one. It can worn by either girls or guys. The parasol I won at OMG Gacha, it's the rare pumpkin style! Adorable!
STORYLINE: Are you a human? What are you doing here! This is the ghost-side of RMK Gothic. When you first land at RMK Halloween, you are in spooky forest. Follow the path to Jack the Pumpkin Ghost. There you will receive your own free pumpkin ghost outfit, and a game hud. If you wish, you can change to cute the low-lag pumpkin ghost outfit in the theme of the event. The outfit is meant to trick to spirits into thinking you are one them. Once you are ready to begin, wear your game HUD, and continue down the path to the doorway.
