#'surface sores start appearing' <- proceeds to draw None Of Those

[fox-guardian]

i am awake and more big brained and i Changed My Mind About The Last Two Already aklsjhdlakdjh

[ID: Two digital sketches of Zombie Curly in the last two stages, severely infected and covered in rotting sores. The first shows his lips and ears also starting to rot, with almost all teeth gone. He looks as if he is trying to scream. The second shows his lips and teeth entirely gone, rotting gums now fully exposed as he holds his mouth wide open. In both, he also has some blood in his hair, and is spitting bits of blood. end ID]

Sorry for asking out of the blue but do you happen to have a description or doodle or something of how Curly would look in progression to being infected in the zombie au? I'd love to see the thought process to how you think it would go!! no pressure if not of course but I'd love to hear you yap about it C:

had some epiphanies while crafting this one HEHEH

[ID: A timeline of six sketchy digital drawings of Curly from Mouthwashing suffering from a zombie infection with notes next to each. Each drawing has a headshot of him, and a featureless full-body showing infection's spread next to him. He gets increasingly bluer and sweatier, and blood starts to pour out of his mouth, nose, and eventually ears. He loses teeth, an eye, and his tongue by the end. His expressions go from nervous and saying "FUCK!" in the first, to pouty, then uncomfortable, then agonized, and finally blank rage. end ID]

[Image transcript:

1-2 days: minimal damage burning sensation in mouth and throat

3-5 days: tummy hurts, increasingly horrible shits, vomiting, burn spreads and intensifies

5-7 days: fever, tummy hurts worse, bloodstream gets affected, The Eternal Burn truly begins

Week 2: rest required, all prior symptoms worsen, tooth loos, weight loss, vocal chords dissolve, loss of coordination

Week 3: surface wounds appear, "erratic" behavior, involuntary twitches and spasms, all bodily fluids burn, tongue loss, potential for self harm raises significantly

Week 4: Kill's 99.9%! All day FIRE FRESH!

end transcript]

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curly's infection rate is much slower than most due to his own natural resistance and the fact that he only consumed the faintest trace of mouthwash so all this would happen much faster for the others. by the time we see daisuke and swansea again after their respective infections, they're already at the final stage. curly looks especially out of it there but that's just because of Event Reasons

(also he would very much be wearing a face mask after his initial infection but obviously i wanted to show all the details so ye)

it is very late so i cannot yap much rn but ask any and all questions you have pweeeease i will answer them Later <3 i need to go beddy bye <3

[thetakenpokemon]

FtV - Last of House Winter

[Location: Venus - Ishtar Sink; Waking Ruins]

[Name: Zolviks] [Race: Fallen] [Affiliation: House of Winter]

...

[PoV: Zolviks]

Rain.

It always rained on this planet, a never-ending rain. It soaks the earth, my form and the armor I wear.

The rain, I hate it.

Through foliage I glare at the Vex ruins, the geometric structures jutting out from the jungle like a sore claw. Yet I care less for them, I’ve seen them enough.

No, what I desire is what stands within the towering mountain.

The entrance to the Vault of Glass.

...

Vault of Glass, the dark memories surface to my mind.

The place is the center of the Vex, the place where their machinations lay hidden within.

I have watched many enter. Skolas, Kell of House Wolves as well as those under his banner. He breached the Vault in hopes of stealing Vex technology, to use to further his ambitions.

And the Given, the ones that Skolas learned how to open the Vault to begin with by watching them.

The Given.

The Guardians.

...

The name makes me gnash my teeth in rage, my four hands clench tightly as I restrain a growl.

No...don’t make a sound... Can’t afford the Vex to see me, for I am alone... I am the last of my House...

...

The Given slew Draksis, Kell of House Winter. They threw it into anarchy, with no leadership us Fallen fought one another.

Then came Skolas, preaching to House Winter of being the prophesied Kell of Kells. Many of my brethren threw down their banner to join the Wolves, believing his lies that he would unite all Fallen.

Skolas now lays dead, slain by the hands of the Given.

...

...

A message was sent to all Fallen Houses, from the House of Kings.

Our race is dying, fading.

A massive force is coming for the system we currently reside, and the only means of survival is to gather under one banner.

So every Fallen member threw down their banner, putting away all prejudices to join the newly formed House of Dusk.

...

...

I am the sole remaining member of House Winter.

Through my mask I take another breath of Ether, the Life Air, the sole substance that keeps our race alive.

My Ether is running out, with no Servitors to produce it...I will soon die.

They took all of the Servitors when they threw down House Winter’s banner, leaving none of the machines for me. They left me to rot, for I refused to abandon my identity.

My Kell is dead, the House’s Servitors gone, my brethren fled.

Yet what am I to them? I am a lowly Vandal, only a small mark on the hierarchical ladder. I am just above the lowest, holding no importance.

...

...

Narrowing my eyes I glance at my surroundings, looking for any of the Vex machines that walk these ruins. Upon seeing none, I immediately leave my hiding place.

Using my four arms and my legs I keep my body low, crawling up the steep hill with great speed. Upon reaching the entrance to the Vault of Glass I stop and stand up, my lower arms resting their palms on my sheathed Shock Blades. The serrated weapons lay dormant, yet their edge would crackle with energy in an instant if I were to draw them.

Again I warily look around, looking for any red eyes of the Vex. Yet none show, making this place seem...dead.

Yet Venus itself is dead, despite the vast jungles that flourish on its surface. Ruins of civilization lay scattered on its surface, the rotten buildings being the sole survivors of this system’s own Whirlwind.

I look up at the Vault’s entrance, the giant circular door lay covered in metal. The place is sealed, barring my entrance.

I hiss quietly, glaring at the door helplessly. Inside lay the secrets of the Vex, possessing vast technology and means of utilizing time itself.

Skolas managed to weaponize the Vex tech, and I wish to do the very same. It is the only thing I can do, before my own body falls to starvation of Ether.

I watched how it was opened, many platforms must be activated at once in order to create the key to unseal the Vault. Yet this takes many individuals, while I am alone.

I feel my arms go limp, resting at my side as the hopelessness sinks in.

...

I am going to die here.

...

I have nothing but the swords on my back, the armor on my skin, and the what little Ether that remain on my person.

I have no ship.

I have no brethren.

I am alone.

I sink to my knees, slamming my four fists into the grassy ground.

I have nowhere to go...

First I have been abandoned by the Great Machine...

...and now I have been abandoned by my own kind.

House of Winter was a glorious House, where we held ourselves with pride. But now...its banner now lies in tatters, left behind to rot...just like me.

...

I tried so hard...

To survive we had to go where it was most hazardous, to scavenge for parts or energy for our Servitors to convert into Ether. We fought and we died, either to the hands of our enemies or even from our own. The hierarchy of the Fallen is cruel, requiring unyielding loyalty to those above us. Any insubordination or incompetence is responded with a swift blade.

Such brutality was required, for we as a species can’t tolerate failure...for failure is what kills us as a race.

Yet that matters little now...

Feeling the last of my Ether flow into my being I quickly reach for my waist. I hurriedly start pulling out Ether vials, looking for one that still contains the Life Air.

With each empty one I pull I feel despair fully creep into my soul, with great haste I proceed to pull them out and throw them if they be empty.

Yet to my immense relief I found one last vial that still possessed the glowing white energy, upon injecting it into my mask I take the breath that I thought I never would have had.

However it was the last vial...so even then...it won’t last forever...

Now with empty vials scattered around the ground I look up at the giant doors of the Vault, silently standing resolutely.

...

A sound causes me to stop, a sound that stands out from the constant pelting of the rain.

I quickly turn my head around, and in the distance I see something transpiring.

White lines are forming in the air, weaving together into a tall shape. With each second the lines gains solidity, taking the form of a...spire?

My eyes widen in shock as the lines fully finish linking, and in a flash a giant spire of bronze and stone appears in their place.

This spire...it is the key to unlocking the Vault of Glass!

Yet...in order to summon it you must activate the plates...

Immediately I look at said plates, the bronze metal rings being located on three different places. Yet nothing is standing on these plates...

A giant white beam of energy shoots out from the spire and strikes the center of the Vault’s door, causing it to rumble. With a loud hum the metal plates fold away, granting access to the depths within.

Did...the Vex do this?

...

Without waiting I dash to hide behind one of the jutting Vex structures nearby, peering cautiously to see if anything were to leave the Vault.

Yet as the moments pass on...I start to believe that the door wasn’t opened to let anything out.

Taking slow steps I walk out from my hiding place, looking at the opened door with wariness. Inside is nothing but darkness, hiding the Vex experiments that lie within.

Do...the Vex wish for me to enter?

...

Or did the door open due to some fluke?

...

Or even the Great Machine heard my cry of despair?

...

...

...

...

I draw my Shock Blades, their edge quickly crackling with blue electricity.

This...is my chance.

I can go in, and try to make things right.

I can try to find something to help me, to help me survive.

I’m on the very last of my Ether, once I step into the Vault...

...I will either succeed and find what I need to live, or...

...I will die.

...

...

I can feel it.

The fear.

The hesitation.

The dread that I might never step out of the Vault again.

...

...

No...

...

No more fear.

I have been given one chance, I must take it.

It is the only thing left I can do.

I will do it.

I will do it for myself.

I will do it for the House of Winter.

I will do it for the Eliksni race as a whole.

I will succeed.

I have to.

...

Taking another breath of Ether I step into the darkness of the Vault...

...and never looked back.