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The television is broken again.

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A couple stranger doodles based off coolors palettes. Might come up with extensive lore later? For now all I know is that the first one is a widower (because I’m a big ol slut for those gorls) and the second is a companion.

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The Stranger Modules fanart. kerodroni. This is my favorite stranger’s stamm. TSM © felix Kramer

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I lost motivation partway through

Yamadroli + The Stranger Modules belong to atrocityland

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More fanart for The Stranger Modules! (Zeroworld specifically)

(Es, Satsumonome, Feredroni, Dronimi)

The Stranger Modules belongs to Atrocityland, Zeroworld made in collaboration with @cbsorgeartworks

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excerpts from The Inaugural Collapse by Alex Muto

"We knew, by this point, that it was not only possible, but highly likely for one of them to be present one day, only to be absent the next – even within locked rooms and sealed boxes, they came and went freely. We measured this as their constancy – or, the likelihood that any individual one of them would still be where we left it when we came back. They needed their secrecy, the same as us...we never saw when they left, we never saw when they came back." Muto, Alex. The Inaugural Collapse, 197

"They rose up from earth, they rose up from cement, they rose up from wood, and carpeting, and steel. Sometimes they squirmed up all at once, sometimes they popped up one after another, and sometimes they rose up in sudden bursts and in random waves, like raindrops on the surface on a pond." Muto, Alex. The Inaugural Collapse, 197 (Pinzidrote entry)

"Foretold by its eyes, its houses in that city all burnt to the ground. The grey house on the corner of Washington and Height, once an old woman'd built it higher than the trees stuck all around, and then the trees were all cut down and the factories cast shadows on its sides. She'd long since died and all the walls'd grown sagging in her absence and there were four families in there now, all charred to stuff far darker than the dirt on their faces had been in life.

A young girl, she had touched the creature when it'd shown its face. She placed toy soldiers on its back and laughed when their guns drooped down, and to her they looked like wilting flowers. Her parents called her a liar and she grew to hate the creature then, and pulled the covers up above her head as it drifted around her bedroom ceiling. She hated its eyes, she hated its eyes, and when the smoke and fire woke up all around her, she died furious." Muto, Alex. The Inaugural Collapse, 424 (Miduradroni entry)

"As we grew sicker, they multiplied in number, and as they grew more numerous, our illnesses grew worse and worse. When landlords wondered why their tenants kept on getting sick, they ordered inspections for mold and chemicals, and when those inspections brought back no results, those apartments remained empty. And when the buildings were torn down and new ones put up in turn, it happened all over again and again, and then with more frequency all around the city, and we all learned to live with it, none the wiser, but wearier for it all." Muto, Alex. The Inaugural Collapse, 663 (Ladroni entry)

"The subways and the sickhouses became indistinguishable in smell, and in the former, a roseate crust had accumulated in corners and in the grooves between tiles." Muto, Alex. The Inaugural Collapse, 958 (Ladroni entry)