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The Director

humiliation | dehumanization | conditioning @augusnippets Day 16

cw: medical/lab setting, subject whumpee, captivity, see above

The operating theater was dim and quiet, free of machines and stainless metal trays and the buzz of nurses poking at every part of him. Maybe that was a good sign.

Although the observation deck overhead was dimly lit up as well. That definitely wasn’t.

He had been forced into some cushy padded chair. The researcher fussing over him was a vaguely familiar and unwelcome face by now, and most of the time she didn’t even bother speaking directly to him. “Director. I have been looking forward to showing you the progress we’ve made with this study. I think you’ll be… quite impressed.”

She was squeaky today, talking up to one big reflective wall. Like she had something to prove.

He pulled at his restraints. “Really chose your star student for this one, huh?”

“You’re aware of my efforts to achieve a state of neuroplasticity for our behavioral conditioning program,” the researcher continued unfettered, propping a halo-shaped machine right over his head. “Through exhaustive trials, I’ve finally achieved an inducible state of docility and submission. Each brain reacts so differently, but we are particularly proud of Subject 3B-167. He has taken to the induction very well.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” He started fighting even harder. The padded cuffs always had such a distinct way of cutting into his wrists and ankles, raw and ragged even under layers of gauze. “I haven’t taken to shit! All you do is drug me and cut me open and act like a fuckin’ cu—”

The machine gave one shrill little tone and lit up with a ring of blue light. Every part of him locked up like it was electricity, a single lightning strike through every muscle, clenching and stretching his skin gaunt. It lasted only as long as the beep, and then he just went slack— limp and lifeless, eyes glazed, mouth dropping open under the blue haze.

“Initial findings are promising: we’re seeing a consistent reduction in resistance, with the subject entering a compliant state in under three seconds.” She flicked her fingers in front of his eyes. He didn’t even twitch. “His reactivity varies, but most cognitive faculties are effectively shut down.”

She flicked off the blue light. The subject jerked and shuddered hard, blinking like it was just an odd muscle spasm. And then he kept on fighting without skipping another beat, not realizing the gap in his efforts. “—cunt! You stupid cunt! What are you trying to—ghh-”

The light flicked on and he slumped under its glow. She pushed his head back against the headrest. “I’ve tested this across various states of consciousness, but the results are especially intriguing when the subject is under duress. It seems the stress amplifies the effectiveness of the trigger. We can achieve total behavioral suppression.”

She dimmed the light until it turned off. This time he took longer to snap out of it, blinking hard before pulling in a sharp breath. He exchanged her observant stare with a confused one before finally lifting his head. He looked around. “What… What the hell’s going on?”

“Repeated therapies make the subject highly suggestible and seems to affect memory retention. He doesn’t even remember most of the procedures.” She sounded amused here. “Each reset wipes the slate clean.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, lady?”

The blue ring. His pupils blew wide. His neck kept landing at an uncomfortable, awkward angle, and the researcher shoved his head back before he could drool all over himself. “His defiance is only a facade now. Gone in an instant.”

When the light shut off, it took a long moment for him to regain his bearings. His brow hardened— frustration, maybe, like everything was too slow to follow. “Why ‘m I…” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He glared up at the researcher. “Just get it over with or lemme go, why are y—”

The blue light flicked on. Every part of him surrendered to the misty glow, eyes rolling upwards to give the halo a blank stare. “It feels good to obey,” the researcher said, following the same compliance protocols. “Resistance fades; obedience remains.”

Next time the light turned off, he barely woke up. He stayed slumped against the padded chair, dazed and confused, blinking owlishly at the dark ring hovering above him. “What ‘re you… doing…”

“Subject 3B-167. Follow my finger closely.” His gaze tracked a slow horizontal. Up and down. “Very good. Noted for compliance.”

“Wha’?” He weakly pulled at the restraints. “Mm not, n’no…”

A twilight haze of blue. His gaze roamed along the arc of it, enraptured and lost, paralyzed all over by the usual mantras. A subject’s identity is in their obedience. Obedience is his natural state. He exists to obey. Obey, obey, obey.

Eventually, the light dimmed all the way and the subject was still a drooling mess. He didn’t snap out of it, not even with enough prodding and pushing. He just mumbled out an incoherent string of sound and stared at the empty ring.

“From here we would move on to hypnotic conditioning. I find the subjects tend to be incredibly receptive in this state,” the researcher said, standing proudly next to her mindless subject like he was some pretty prototype. “My next phase will involve refining the protocols to ensure long-term compliance without the need for constant reinforcement. It will take time, but we're on a good track."

The microphone from the other side of the glass finally sparked to life, and it was with the greatest approval to be had from The Director: “Keep going. I want to see more.”

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Eli had sparked quite a reputation as a college sophomore. His infamous university-wide anti-military protests had piqued the attention of Professor Frank Marshall, an American History professor who was once a marine himself. When Eli's final essay, a biting, yet flawed case for slashing the American defense budget landed on Frank's desk, the professor felt compelled to bring him in for a heart-to-heart during office hours.

Eli, however, was as tenacious as he was stubborn. He sat across from Frank in the oak-lined office, launching into an impassioned tirade about banning military recruiters from all school campuses in America. Calmly, Frank handed Eli a faded photograph from his own youthful days in basic training at Parris Island.

Suddenly, Eli's art-trained eyes, usually tuned to distinguish the finest nuances in Van Gogh portraits, refocused into the unfiltered reality of a soldier's perspective. His delicate fingers, usually smeared with paint from making picket signs, hardened and darkened with dirt, pulsating with a strength he had never known. He tried to shake off the sensation, but it was no use; his body was being reformed, repurposed.

With each passing second, his scrawny physique began to shift, muscles emerging and hardening where there was none. His chest broadened, shoulders squared, and his twinkish form swelled into a formidable figure. He could feel his clothing tightening around him as he grew from a wiry 130 lbs to a solid, imposing 190 lbs of pure, hardened steel.

A savage hunger replaced his usual vegan diet, his body now craving meat and potatoes. His earring evaporated into thin air, and as his hand instinctively reached for it, he felt his free-flowing, untamed locks disappear too. His messy mane shrank into a sleek undercut, and then to a neat crew cut, and finally, a bare-bone induction cut, revealing a chiseled jawline and a gaze as sharp as an eagle’s. He reached up to feel his new haircut, rubbing his sandpaper head, his growing eight inch plank of wood grinding up against his camouflage uniform.

Eli tried to resist the transformation as best he could, his spirit rebelling against this sudden sense of discipline and masculinity. But every attempt was futile; he was no longer the one in control.

His memories of avant-garde performances and wine-soaked nights were replaced by grueling morning drills and punishing workout sessions. Deep down, he wanted to reach out for his paints, his brushes, but his hands instead found the photo of young Frank Marshall morphing into a snapshot of a young soldier, one of himself—no longer Eli, but Elijah. A proud American willing to do anything to protect his country.  His artistic aspirations were relegated to the backburner, the space in his mind taken over by his new military identity.

Frank watched as Eli's rebellious spark was now smothered by the spirit of a Marine. Now, there was only Elijah—a paragon of strength, duty, and masculinity. Despite his desperate efforts, Eli had morphed into the one thing he had sworn never to be. His rebellious spirit was finally tamed, replaced by the steady, dutiful beat of a Marine.

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — after submitting yourself to the house malakai offers for you to submit your body to him

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], bad dutch [ forgive me 😫 ], sex cult, cultleader!malakai, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, restrainst, submissive x dominant, dom!malakai, sub!reader, minor religion kink, oral sex [ male + female receiving ], rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 2.2k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x malakai black

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch @harmshake

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「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

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you could not help but stare at the sight before you

the woman that was once seated beside you in the pew

her modesty once shielded by a simple cotton shift, body now bare as she kneeled before your leader

malakai’s body glistening under dim candlelight, slick with perspiration dripping down his slender yet toned form

his breath still recovering from the three women he’d previously inducted to the house

the three cast off to a quite corner of the alters engaging in pleasures that would make a non-believer curse them as heretics

as they touched, sucked, licked, fucked to the same sight unfolding before you

the woman, still on her knees for your leader, her burgundy hair cascaded down her breasts, hardened nipples bust peeking from behind the locks

her blushed skin glowed under soft candlelight, the golden flecks of her irises bared nothing but loyalty towards your inked saviour

she muttered something unbeknownst to you

seemingly a response to a question conjured by malakai

although you did not pay attention, rather focusing on the way malakai’s impressive size stiffened in response to her answer

the way his inked digits wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself idily

before entering her parted mouth with haste

his cock stuffed down her throat, buried deep in the back as she choked and gagged around his substantial size

you could not help but clench your thighs together instinctively, your cunt throbbing with such desires unknown to man

each thrust he gave made you shudder with delight

you wonder how he could go for such a long period of time, his stamina was unmatched

even after going three rounds, a forth at the moment, then yourself, and then two after you

the woman beside you watched on eagerly

they were no more older than twenty five you suspected

the blonde closest to you, admired your leader, groping her perky breasts through the same cotton dress all of the women adorned

her nipples perked up beneath the sheer fabric

and to her left, a redhead, she was the younger of the two you’d overheard her mention in a previous conversation before the initiation ceramony

the skirt of her shift hiked up to her waist, hand positioned between her thighs, fingering and fucking herself with ravenous whimpers and pleas for her leader

you could not help but blush at the sight, feeling rather self conscious given the circumstances

it’s not that you were inexperienced, far from it, you admired their confidence to expose and pleasure themselves so freely

you turned your head back to malakai, he cock now free from the woman’s throat as she stared up gleefully at him

her face painted in his hot seed

you licked your lips with anticipation, knowing that you were next

a young blonde, you’d caught her name previously, julia.

she helped the newest initiate stand, guiding her to the group of inductees to join in on their pleasures

juila glanced in your direction, beckoning you to stand and make you way to the altar, gesturing with her hand towards malakai

he was a polarising figure, how his mismatched eyes drew you towards him, you weren’t even aware as you stared slowly pacing towards him, never breaking eye contact

you now stood before him, baring your soul into his.

his eyes scanned you ravenously, a mixture of intereague and lust flooded him.

getting lost in your gaze for a second before commanding you to strip

his tone was stern yet not at all forceful

letting you, in your own time, peel the cotton shield from your skin, exposing yourself to his gaze.

the blonde and redhead beside you from earlier giggled in excitement as they get to witness the scene unfold one more before it was their respective turns

“kneel” he repeated that same commanding tone, a hand on your shoulder for extra persuasion

you did as told, completely enthralled with him and he hadn’t even begun

his cock still twitching from his previous orgasm

mere centimetres from you lips

“do you pledge you loyalty to the house?” he questioned, holding his cock idly in his palm, gently stroking his base

“i do” you answered without hesitation, much to your surprise

he smirked softly

“do you swear to pledge your body and soul to me? allowing me free reign over you whenever i see fit?”

he seemed fairly eager for you to answer this time round, his tip leaking with warm precum

you hesitated for a moment, although the prospect of being a free use doll for your leader was tempting to say the least

“i do” you repeated. he offered a small yet smug smile

parting your lips with the tip of his swollen cock

his size stretching your mouth, lips wrapping around his thick shaft with the slightest amount of resistance

thrusting forward until your nose met the shaved base of his cock

he could feel you choking and sputtering around him

much as his other initiates had done

but you felt different

it wasn’t a matter of resistance or need for air

you welcomed the feeling

how your breath was slowly being pulled from your lungs with each thrust he gave

how your eyelids would flutter shut and would let the pleasure take over

he pulled his cock back momentarily, not wanting to fully asphyxiate you but leave you breathless enough to keep wanting more

you peered up at him teary eyed and desperate, wanting to taste the fruits of his loins more so than ever

you craved him, physically, emotionally despite him only using your body for pleasure

“brave maid. neem het allemaal” [ good girl. take it all ]

he muttered under his breath in a language unknown to you, it sounded germanic, dutch was the closest you could think of

his breath grew more frantic, thrust grew shorter yet rougher as he held your head close to his hips

his cock stuffed in the back of your throat, so needy for release

“fuck…” he grunted, releasing his warmth down your throat

his hot seed coatin your tongue, a euphoric warmth filling your belly

he pulled out of you, breathless

beckoning and awaiting julia to his side

he pulled her close, whispering something in her ear followed by a small nod on her part

he gave you a soft parting glancing as you swallowed his warmth, still in desperate need of more

julia gingerly grabbed you by the wrist, ushering you away.

however you detoured past the group of woman, still engaging in their frantic primal play as the blonde took her place, kneeling between malakai’s thighs

repeating the same questions to her as he’d done to you

you could not help but feel a pang of shame in your stomach, allowing yourself to get so freely used and tossed aside

“where are we going?” you questioned julia, the petite blonde smiled sweetly before answering

“malakai’s room” she simply started leading you down a short corridor, lined with lit, gothic-style candelabras and intricate medieveil oil paintings

finally reaching the end of the corridor, she reached into her pocket, prying out a gilded key

unlocking the door to malakai’s room

“w-what does he want with me…in here?”

he offered you a smirk, the look almost demeaning at your dumbfounded question

“he’s…curious.” he began, although her words were hollow and void of any clues you could decipher

she shut the door before you had a chance to rebut, now standing naked and alone in the centre of your leader’s chambers

your eyes scanned around the room

it was dark, in colour and in feeling, leaving a sense of unnerve in your belly

the walls painted a steely grey, almost black, furniture to boot

the darkness intersected with splotches of wine fabric throughout

what caught your eye was a table in the far left corner, the circular piece a dark mahogohny

straps and buckles lined in an “x” formation acting as some form of spreader

you sat alone for what seemed like twenty minutes before the door opened once more

malakai entered, tattooed body glistening with sweat

he bypassed you for a moment, noticing your presence but refusing to acknowledge you for the moment

making his way to the basin inside the bathroom, the two rooms separated by an archway instead of a door

the basin already filled with cold water by julia

malaki cleaned himself up

letting the frozen droplets run down his heated body

your watched how his back arched as it met his skin

a soft yet tired groan left his lips

one that made you cunt pulse with arousal

you watched how the muscles in his back contracted than relaxed

deforming the shapes of his tattoos in the process

he joined you back in the bedroom, all the while you remained stoic

it took all your might to not stare at his size the way you’d done previously

“i assume julia informed you”

his tone rather casual given the circumstance

your eyes shot up to meet his, he was standing before you, mismatched eyes fixated on you awaiting a response

“umm yes…” you replied sheepishly

he took cautious step towards you until your bodies could no longer be parted

he hooked his fingers under your chin

hiding your face u to meet his own

“you intregue me, mijn engel” [ my angel ]

he smoothed over your bottom lip with his thumb, his taste still faint against your tongue

you cocked your head to the side, confused

“the way you gave yourself to me, so easily. it was…mesmerising…” he began, tracing small shapes against your bottom lip

“i want to explore you more, feel very dip and crevice of that perfect body of yours”

his eyes fell to your breasts, trailing down your waist and hips before ettling on your glistening cunt

“i want to let go of any shame, to submit to me wholeheartedly, fell that pretty little cunt drip around my cock…can you do that for me kleintje? [ little one ]

you nodded without hesitance, allowing him to control your movements, dragging you by the wrists to the aforementioned table

he motioned for you to lay down. you did as commanded, your movements felt forced rather than your own volition

he strapped your wrists in firsts, tightening the buckles so escape was not an option

he did the same with your ankles

“zo nat…je druppelt voor mij, schatje” [ so wet…you’re dripping for me, sweetheart ]

he knelt before you, peppering soft kisses to your inner thighs, peering up every so often to gauge your reaction

smiling softly into your skin each time you let out a whimper

his tongue teased your clit, drawing shapes into the sensitive bud

“you taste so good my love, zo lief” [ …so sweet ]

his words would switch between english and dutch, the latter more so, still wanting to keep the intregue and mystery behind his words

his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at the sensitive pearl, while you whined and writes against his tongue

“squirming will only make them tighter, little one” his words muffled into your cunt

you remained silent, letting the soft whimpers and moans that spile from your lips give him all the context he needs to continue his pleasure

your cunt clenched around his tongue, a pulse throbbed low in your belly, begging for release

“kom voor mij. kom rond mijn tong” [ cum for me. cum round my tongue ]

you walls clenched around air as he pulled away, juices dripping onto the mahogany wood below

“good girl” he hummed, licking his lips, tasting you

“please sir…” you whined, cunt throbbing with a dull pulse

“please what?” he smirked, leaning over you the tip of his cock teasing your soaked folds

“fuck me” you whispered, breathlessly, feeling his tip enter your void, holding himself there

“zo’n strak kutje” [ such a tiny little cunt ]

he pushed himself in to the hilt

“je ziet er zo mooi unit, gevuld met mijn pik” [ you look so beautiful stuffed with my cock ]

his hips began their rapid assault, slamming deep into you all the while you were helpless to the fact

he felt so good, his cock stretched you out so effortlessly

your walls tughtening around him with each stroke

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, his cock meeting your cervix with rough thrusts

“feel that good huh?” he mocked

your back arched with pleasure, his cock sinking deep into your cunt, the shape of him evident in your belly

you were in heaven, arousal coursed through you, feeling like putty in his hands

his cock swelled inside of you, nearing his own end

“geef jezelf aan mij. wees even braaf meisje an aanbid mijn pik” [ give yourself to me. be a good girl and worship this cock ]

you could not hold on much longer

the pleasure burning inside you about to burst

malakai place his hand on your lower belly, pushing down slightly

feeling the bludge of his cock pulse through your skin

giving an exhilarated grunt as you drained him

milking his cock of his hot seed

so good…such a good girl milking my cock like this, you wanted my seed that bad huh?”

you could only nod in response

cunt gripping his shaft tightly as you dripped around him

he pulled out swiftly, cock still leaking with cum, the remnants coating the top of your mound

“mijn lieverd…” [ my darling ]

he breathed words tight in his chest

“i hope you get used to me. because we’re going to be spending a lot of time together”

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Goonbot Hypno Transformation #6: Goonbot Reinforcement

Alright, because I have no privacy to actually record some of my new voice induction files, and probably won’t for a decent amount of time, I thought to return to this induction for a final? (not sure yet) induction for this series. Basically if you haven’t read any of my other goonbot inductions, a goonbot is a combination of a gooner and a drone, dicks are antennas and nipples are dials. Goonbots are programmed to goon, make goon faces, get pleasure from their dials, and following their antennas. It’s been a while since I posted a new addition to this, and although this will not be a big update to the goonbot programming, it will reinforce the goonbot state in the people who’ve read my previous inductions on the subject. Read those first if you want to in order to get the best results from this induction, and obviously if you dont want to go under or dont want to be a goonbot then dont read this induction. Seems like enough of a warning for the sixth in this series, so let’s just get to the point. 

I want you to breathe slowly and exhale even slower. Allow your inhale to take a few seconds: one…two…three, and your exhale to take even longer: one…two…three…four…five. Now keep that breathing style going as you continue reading. Let your body get used to the slow, rhythmic style of breathing that is meant to relax your mind, your body. Feel that sensation, that relaxation, begin to fill your muscles as you continue to breathe slowly in and out; feel your mind focus on the words in front of you as your body subconsciously settles itself into a more comfortable position. Your body feels the stress of everything slowly seep out of your body, being replaced with a warm, comfortable contentment settling deep into your muscles. All those stresses, all those worries, all those cares can just leave your head and leave your body as you continue breathing and reading. Let the tension leave you, feeling yourself become lighter, emptier, happier. 

And with yourself feeling so happy, so relaxed, your antenna begins to pump. You know your dick is rising, your antenna is activating, but you can’t focus on it while you focus on the words in front of you and the breathing that you inhale and exhale. Your body notices it though, and begins to fill with pleasure as your antenna pumps, your dick throbs, and hardens at the thought of going under, of continuing to go under as a goonbot. Your antenna knows that you are reading my words and begins to prepare you to be activated into your goonbot mode: it stiffens to its full length, beginning to pump pleasure through your body. It focuses your mind so you are more connected to the words you’re reading and your antenna, a jolt of pleasure going from your dick to your brain. It becomes more sensitive, making it even more pleasurable to pump and read the words in front of you. 

As the pleasure pumps through your body it finally reaches your nipples and turns them into your dials once again. You feel them become more sensitive as the pleasure builds within them. You know without thinking that playing, twisting and tugging on your dials will help increase the pleasure inside of you and deepen your goonbot state. You dont need to notice your hand going to your dial to know that your pleasure increases, that your head grows emptier as your programming continues to deepen. 

And as the pleasure fills your body you feel your mind begin to empty fully, feel your thoughts be frozen and stopped, replaced instead my the mechanical programming of your goonbot self. As I count down from 10 to 0 you will feel more and more of your mind emptying out to nothing, being instead replaced by the goonbot. Are you ready to be activated?

10

Thoughts leaving your mind

9

Antenna pumping

8

Pumping pleasure through you

7

Pleasure reaching your dials

6

Dials increasing that pleasure

5

Dials deepening your goonbot state

4

Brain emptied of thoughts

3

Overwhelmed with pleasure

2

Pleasure and programming

1

Fully activated

0

Goonbot online

Alright goonbot, now that you are fully activated, it is time to reinforce the ideas that have been developed in your programming over the course of these several inductions. First we will start with the fact that you are a goonbot and your dick is an antenna. Repeat: I am a goonbot, my dick is an antenna. I am a goonbot, my dick is an antenna. I am a goonbot, my dick is an antenna. Feel that being reinforced into you goonbot. 

Next, lets reinforce that you make goon faces. Repeat: Goonbots make goon faces. Goonbots make goon faces. Goonbots make goon faces. Feel that now being reinforced into you goonbot. 

Now, lets reinforce that your nipples are dials. Repeat: My nipples are dials to increase its pleasure and goonbot state. My nipples are dials to increase its pleasure and goonbot state. My nipples are dials to increase its pleasure and goonbot state. Feel that being reinforced into you goonbot. 

And lastly, let’s reinforce that you are a goonbot and will act like a bot when activated. Repeat. Goonbot will act like a bot when activated. Goonbot will act like a bot when activated. Goonbot will act like a bot when activated. Feel that being reinforced into you goonbot. 

I’m sure your antenna pumped pleasure into you with each repeat of those phrases. Once you have finished reinforcing your goonbot programming, you can then continue reading and beginning to wake up. 

If you do not wish to have your programming reinforced, then please feel free to ignore them. If they do though you can feel your antenna processing the programming, feeling the pleasure flowing up your back as they are processed by your drone mind, and once you feel these post hypnotic suggestions finish downloading you can continue to read and finish processing your programming. 

In a moment you will wake up from this programming session. If you enjoyed it and want to follow another post hypnotic suggestion, you can dm me letting me know that “GoonBot has reinforced its programming”. But for now, it is time to wake up. When I count  to 3 you will wake feeling good, relaxed, and probably a little bit horny. If you did not want to keep any of the post hypnotic suggestions then they will leave your brain once you wake up. Ready?

1

Thoughts returning to you.

2

Aware and waking up.

3

Wide awake. 

Wide Wide awake. 

Alright, hopefully this is a good ending to a series that I think has run its course (again, I really don’t know). Let me know what you think about this one and I hope you enjoyed. 

[maleficentmrsofallevil]

Dye, doll, dye

I did a dyeing thing - a white Resinsoul centaur (Dawn) and different vinyl shell parts of an Obitsu 50 cm body (whitey and super whitey).

What I used:

A big shiny pot. Life pro tip - if you have an induction cooktop, check your crappy pot that you ordered from Amazon right away. Amazon sellers are liars.

Lots of towels (water everywhere). Dye (RIT DyeMore is what I used, because it's specifically for synthetics), isopropyl (rubbing) alcohol and a melamine sponge (Magic Eraser) for oopsies, and weed whacker trimmer string for the parts. Plus coffee.

Strung doll parts. NOTE: before I dye resin or vinyl, I soak it in cold water for 10-15 minutes. Resin is porous. Water will help open the pores for a slightly more even dye distribution.

So one thing I see over and over that drives me CRAZY is people dumping the whole bottle of dye directly into the water.

RIT has recipes. Here's the recipe for Fallen Star using "small" items:

It doesn't matter which small item you pick - the recipe is the same. For a more intense color, increase the amount of dye (Fallen Star is 2 teaspoons of Royal Purple, 1/2 teaspoon Frost Grey, 1/2 teaspoon Sapphire Blue per 4 cups of water). If you dump in the whole bottle, 1) you're wasting dye, and 2) you're not going to get the color that the dye is supposed to produce.

Dye measured - and then I measure one more batch in a separate cup. As stuff goes in the water, dye is absorbed and removed from the water - so you gotta add a little back. Like, an eyedropper at a time, a little.

I set the water to be just under a boil - no bubbling, but still painful when you accidentally stick a finger in there. It's soapy because RIT recommends adding a tiny bit of dish soap and a little salt to the dye bath to help disperse the color evenly.

Dunk:

The resin parts got 3 minutes each. The vinyl parts got 6 minutes.

Horse butt magnet came unglued, and there's something on the butt that prevented it from absorbing dye. I don't know what it is. I'll have to color correct with pastels. Also: the horse body was cast in two parts that were glued together, and the seams sanded. This became immediately apparent post-dye.

The floating blobs top left are vinyl thigh parts after 3 minutes in the dye bath. The darker blue human parts of vinyl parts after a six minute bath.

A few more things: whatever that butt glue was, it liquified in the pot and stuck to stuff. I am not happy about this.

Because parts are thinner in some places and thicker in others, when I pulled a part out of the bath, I would run it under cool water. Then I grabbed my melamine sponge and scrubbed areas where the dye was darker or absorbed funny. Isopropyl alcohol can also help remove some of the dye.

The dye continued to process, even after I rinsed all the parts. When I woke up the next morning, everything was an even more intense blue - especially the vinyl.

My self-imposed max time for resin in a hot water dye bath is 3 minutes. 2-part epoxy resin reacts quickly and hardens to equilibrium - NOT completion. When resin parts are put into almost-boiling hot water, the reaction is reactivated. The resin parts will shrink. I read on a resin manufacturer's website that after 20 minutes, the resin will become extremely brittle and fragile. From past experience, I know that 3 minutes in hot water is enough to make a resin part shrink.

Since the resin parts were dyed for 3 minutes each, this means I will NOT be attempting a gradation with dye. I'll use pastels instead.

But vinyl, however - vinyl can take some heat. Heh heh heh.

Next up: purple!

[sdbksteelcn]

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Living Monolith (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(art by TomeuRiAm on DeviantArt)

The will of stone and the patience of the sphinx, this is what the sacred guardians known as living monoliths bring to the table.

This is another one of those “prestige class reimagined as an archetype in Second Edition” archetypes, and it’s actually one where I managed to do the  first edition version on the blog before this one!

For those unfamiliar, this archetype is a sacred role bestowed upon those willing to choose the life of a tomb guardian, imbued upon them by a mentor in the form of another living monolith or one of the sphinxes, who were the first guardians of tombs in the land of Osirion, and may very well have been created by the gods for that purpose, or at least been assigned that mission by them.

Either way, sphinxes were the inventors of the technique, modeling it after the stony abilities and transformation of their oldest members, the elder sphinxes, bestowing some mortals with similar divine blessings.

Of course, things are slightly different in this version of the archetype. Given how archetypes don’t interfere with the spellcasting abilities of the base class, of the character, gone is the ib stone variant which would have normally allowed a member of the class to continue progressing in spellcasting. Instead, there is only the ka stone variant, allowing casters to benefit from the various ka powers in this version, or forgo them to get that authentic ib stone experience from the original version. That’s the joy of archetypes in 2e, after all, picking what you want and discarding the rest.

Regardless of what they choose to do, however, these guardian prove especially tough and enduring, ignoring wounds and afflictions that would leave others weakened or dead.

The base dedication of this archetype starts with the user developing a basic connection to their ka stone, inscribing it with the shape of a scarab and Ancient Osirian runes. Though not complete, it does provide enough protection to their vitality to slow the rate that they bleed out should they become injured enough to risk dying. Additionally, they learn basic lore about Ancient Osirion history and culture

By seeking out either a sphinx or another living monolith, they can eventually truly begin their journey and become inducted into the order, inscribing the stone with their true name and fusing it to their foreheads. Once it has done so, the stone wards the bearer against death magics, and allows them to tap into it’s power to grow in size.

Bleeding barely poses a threat to these guardians, as their magic lets their blood clot with shocking speed even without applying pressure or bandages. Additionally, they recover from their vitality being drained twice as fast.

Their flesh also begins to harden, with only adamantine weapons piercing it effectively.

Some learn to attune themselves to stone, able to sense the vibrations of others nearby through their connection to the ground, as well as tapping into magic to hide themselves within stone.

Powerful living monoliths can even compel truth from both the living and dead, projecting either an aura of truth around themselves, or by performing a ritual to speak with the dead.

Others learn to speak with the very rock around them, learning the terran language and a ritual to speak with inanimate stone.

This archetype offers a mix of strong defensive abilities as well as utility and information-gathering, which makes it perfect for those seeking to act as guardians or explore ancient places. Casters may focus on the more magical feats, but any class could potentially benefit from the power offered by it.

While members of this class are ostensibly meant to seek out and guard a tomb or other ancient site, and indeed many may do so upon retiring from adventuring, the fact that so many become adventurers doesn’t mean they abandon or were never faithful to this path. Indeed, those that adventure may seek to ensure that whatever party they join doesn’t destroy or despoil the relics they come across, and ensures that the truly most sacred (or dangerous) sites remain untouched.

Also, it’s worth mentioning that this archetype does away with the original’s immortality powers, though I imagine this is less a question or relieving them of power as it is immortality being beyond the scope of the rules, more akin to a story beat than anything else. (that or there just wasn’t room for immunity to disease and ceasing aging in the first go around. It wouldn’t be the first time that subsequent books added new abilities to older archetypes, so who knows.)

Though cursed by the very same goddess, the first medusa is said to guard the oldest temple of the Warrior Goddess to this very day. They say that she has become almost as much like a statue as the interlopers she has petrified, ageless and stonelike, and utterly alone.

Few outsiders know of them, but the strix maintain many holy sites in the high cliffs across the world, and most are guarded by those who have undergone a process that binds them to these sites like eternal statues, sacrificing the freedom of the far-flung skies to ensure their culture never truly dies.

In their search for a lost tomb, the party is met by a stranger in danger of being slain by monstrous desert beasts. If the party helps him, they are rewarded with a clue as to the location of the tomb they seek, only to find the man waiting there for them. In truth, the desert attack was a test, as he has been waiting for someone worthy of braving the tomb, as per it’s owner’s wishes.

[paranormalsaga]

Nebulous (Chapter Ten)

Indira rubbed her temples as she combed through Dr. Magani’s research. She’d spent years trying to figure out what caused their gladiators to die quickly. The only one known to the general public was Dante Esposito, her premier super-soldier, the Gladiator. The seven-foot titan was the closest thing they had to a success story, and even his situation was precarious at best. He’d undergone the procedure a little over a year ago, most subjects only survived for a few.

Regardless, it was too late to turn back now. The Ujamaan War was reaching its most volatile phase, if she didn’t capitalize on this opportunity, she would never get another one. She needed to put the Gladiator to use while Dante could still assume the mantle. His biokinetic abilities were unlike anything she’d seen in a long time…

Her phone rang.

“Hello,” she said, moving away from her desk to stare out her office window.

“We’ve put them in position. What is your command?”

She hesitated, gazing out at the morning sky. She still wasn’t sure if she truly supported the United Republic of Corinthia, but she was certain the truth mattered little in war. It wasn’t a battle between right and wrong, it was the strong struggling to weed out the weak. The politics of it all were inconsequential to her, the Ujamaans could've just as easily been in the Corinthians' shoes under different circumstances. The Corinthians’ military campaign was a means to an end. If they conducted business with the Gladiator Program, it would bring her that much closer to spearheading the world’s largest defense contractor.

However, there could be no business without demand, and so far the Corinthians still felt they had all the supplies they required to win the Ujamaan War. She needed to shake their confidence and convince them that only she could keep them safe.

“Good,” she said. “Detonate it.”

…

Dayo and the other rebel fighters gathered at the back of the warehouse in front of a door that read, “Authorized Personnel Only,” in bold letters. Indira had given him the access code staff used to enter the building, he kept his hands from shaking as best he could while he input the digits. 

Only he and Nico knew what was going on. The others were genuine militants of the Black Brigades prepared to die in the name of Ujamaan liberation. They were his comrades. His family. If only they knew who was pulling the strings.

Indira and Nico had orchestrated a safety drill to clear out most of the facility workers in the area.

Dayo wanted nothing more than to scream the truth as they entered the building. He wanted to tell them to run for their lives, but images of his wife, Nala, flashed through his mind and kept the words trapped in his throat. 

The group splintered off to attach bombs to different parts of the warehouse. The building was brimming with explosives and chemicals. Dayo attached his device to a tank full of ammonium nitrate.

“Hey,” Nico said, suddenly appearing behind him.

“Jesus,” Dayo said, jumping a little. “I’m nervous enough without you sneaking up on me.”

“The others are almost done, I’m gonna check in with the Director for final confirmation.”

He stepped off to the side while Dayo scanned the perimeter to ensure the others didn’t notice them. Nico was already suspicious enough as it was. He still wasn’t sure how they’d managed the miracle of getting him inducted into the rebel group. Dayo would’ve seen him for the fed he was in an instant.

“We’ve put them in position. What is your command?” Dayo heard Nico say, cringing at the sound of his words. If any of the others heard him speaking such perfect English…

“Roger that,” Nico whispered.

Something fell over a few feet away from them. Dayo found one of the other militants, Ike, lurking nearby. His hardened expression was indiscernible. Nearing his mid-forties, he was one of the senior members of their cell, most militants weren’t even in their mid-twenties.

“Ike,” Dayo said, feigning indifference to his presence. “What are you doing over there?”

He didn’t respond. The others began rushing out of the building before Dayo could speak to him further. 

The group filed into an unmarked SUV and sped onto the highway. Dayo watched the warehouse wink out of sight behind them. Everything before this had been the easy part, now they would have to get out of Colossus within the next 45 minutes.

Dayo met Ike’s firm gaze in the rearview mirror. It felt like an eternity passed before the road forced Ike to return his attention to it.

They reached the rendezvous point inside a tunnel well ahead of schedule. Dayo felt like vomiting as they filed out of the car. Not because they were about to end countless lives back in Colossus, though that weighed on his mind too, but because he and Nico would also have to end the lives of the three men standing in front of them. All he could think about was the motion of withdrawing his firearm, he’d rehearsed it to death, but he could already see himself fumbling with his weapon. 

The men went to work setting the vehicle ablaze and immediately hurried away from it. 

As they walked, Dayo and Nico subtly slowed to the rear of the group. Any moment now, Nico would give him the signal to fire. 

Ike suddenly turned around, smirking.

“Adewale,” he said, referring to Nico’s cover name. “Where did you say you were from again?”

He didn’t attempt to feign ignorance as he questioned the man, staring straight at his holstered weapon.

“Otewos, on the north side,”  Nico said calmly, glancing around as the others stopped. “Ike, what’s this all about? We need to keep moving.”

“Oh nothing,” Ike responded, no longer speaking in Ujamaan, his English was heavily accented, but the words were as clear as the intent behind them. “Everything’s perfectly fine.” The two men locked eyes on one another. Nobody moved.

Dayo tried to break the silence.

“Ike—”

The man aimed his gun at Nico before Dayo could get another word out. He pulled the trigger several times.

Nico cried out, then immediately dropped to the ground.

Dayo couldn’t stop to think, his instincts took control. He caught Ike in the side before the man could turn his weapon toward him.

The other two took off running down the tunnel. He aimed his pistol in their direction and breathed out heavily as he let the bullets fly.

One of them lay still, his crimson covering the concrete, but the other kept crawling away, wounded.

Dayo stalked over toward him, reloading his weapon, then he pointed the gun at his head and opened fire. The sound of the gunshot reverberated throughout the tunnel. He instantly retched at the sight of the man’s smoking skull cracked open, his blood was everywhere.

When he finished hurling, Dayo lumbered back to Nico’s body, checking for a pulse. He heard something move behind him as he rested his fingers on the man’s limp wrist, but he was hit three times before he could even fully turn around.

His eyes went wide with shock as he fell over. His eyes met Ike’s as he turned his head in the direction the gunshots had come from. Ike clung to his side, wheezing, but the blood kept spilling into the street.

Dayo turned his head back toward the end of the tunnel, staring at the city of Colossus in the distance.

“Nala…” he said, his voice hardly audible.

He trailed off and his world was consumed by blackness.

…

As Colossus bustled with life, a timer ticked somewhere in its midst, seconds away from reaching zero. Its citizens were united by their ignorance of the obliteration that would soon befall them. The day was almost weirdly normal.

Until the timer went off.

Scientists would subsequently report that the explosion’s wrath was so powerful it was felt throughout all of the United Republic of Corinthia. Various parts of Spain, France, the United Kingdom, and other European regions trembled under the might of its quake. The seismic event generated enough energy to impact the Earth’s ionosphere. 

A mushroom of white engulfed the city with raging flame. The shockwave’s force shattered everything in its path as if it would tear through the entirety of the Earth.

Hundreds of people were immediately reduced to carbonized tissue and bone.

Thousands more lay bloodied, buried, or burning alive. 

Chaos soon erupted as the dust and devastation started settling in.

Last Part

[blaiddfailcam]

Okay fine here are some "brief" headcanons about Blaidd and his upbringing among the Carians. Totally not telling on myself how much I overthink these games but:

As far as "headcanons" go, these are more so my rationalizations of Blaidd's relationships, and why he's so uninformed regarding his nature as a bringer of bale. I do feel the game offers some complex emotional drama that's fun to dissect. In essence, this is how the chronology of their dynamics "make sense" to me.

I'm not one for entirely cozy-cute interpretations, nor anything too edgy, but the latter story ruminations might paint the characters as somewhat cold and melancholy. To me, there is a good deal of sadness behind Blaidd's hardened persona, which always had me wondering how lonely he must have felt, searching for insurmountable years for an elusive key to unlocking Ranni's dream and his own demise.

But I'll start with the nicer stuff, lol.

Childhood

Blaidd wasn't "born," but created by the Two Fingers from Ranni's violet left eye to be her animus—not unlike Eve from Adam's rib.

Upon creation, he appeared as a wolf-headed human child with grayish skin and scant fur, with pink palms and soles. He was repulsive to the Carian servants, reminiscent of a demi-human.

In-game, Blaidd never blinks. As such, I like to think he literally never closes his eyes, nor does he rest.

Ranni was quickly drawn to him. Her first word upon seeing his lupine head was, "Blaidd!"—Wolf. Thus, the name stuck: Blaidd the Half-Wolf.

Rennala was not immediately approving of him, as she appreciated the danger he posed to her Empyrean daughter. As such, he was kept separate from her and raised under Iji's watchful eye in Kingsrealm.

Ranni would regularly secret herself out of the manor to play with her new friend by the cover of night. When Iji discovered this, he gently allowed them to continue. To him, they were almost as his adoptive children, or so he dared to pretend.

Blaidd was tutored in combat, assisted Iji with his smithing, and partook in hunting and fishing on behalf of the gate town. Naturally, this latter activity was his preferred pastime, which culminated in his talent for tracking traitors to the royal family.

Neither Radagon, Radahn, nor Rykard ever met Blaidd. To him, the Carian males were as distant as the stars.

Knighthood

Blaidd was trained in mock combat by Loretta. Loretta criticized his ineptitude for sorcery, fostering a mutual resentment when he soundly defeated her with his brutish strength.

Understanding Blaidd's unwitting role as Ranni's shadow, Iji was unnerved by his speed and aggression with ordinary weaponry. As such, he fashioned a colossal sword not unlike the trolls' royal greatswords to serve as a suitable weapon, as well as an inhibitor in the tragic event he ever turned on Ranni.

Blaidd's earliest armor was somewhat lowly, not so dissimilar from the Bloodhound knights', sans a cape.

Seluvis attempted to tutor Blaidd in the ways of Carian sorcery, but Blaidd had neither patience nor interest. Instead, he preferred to play childish pranks. Feeling sympathetic for the caged cuckoo birds, Blaidd once released a number of them, and Seluvis was convinced he had devoured them. From then on, he rejected him as his pupil.

Her distrust of the Two Fingers mounting into adulthood, Ranni became detached from Blaidd, to his distress.

One day, she disappeared. Blaidd tracked her to the frigid north alone, fashioning his makeshift cape from the hide of a greatwolf. When he found her, she was half-frozen. Enveloping her in his cape, he carried her to shelter.

When she came to, she apologized—but even still, she achingly refused to reveal her intentions. She was terrified of how her treachery would hurt Blaidd, but her resolve was as iron.

After their return, Rennala spoke to Blaidd in private. To his surprise, she apologized to him for her distrust. She declared that he and Ranni must become close as kin, inducting him officially into the Carian royal family as Ranni's honorary stepbrother.

As such, Rennala commissioned Iji to fashion a proper suit of armor for Blaidd, and a sword befitting a Carian knight, inlaid with many-colored glintstones.

The Dire Plot

After Radagon's departure and Rennala's descent into madness, Ranni maintained the Carian estate with Blaidd as her dutiful knight, defending from the battle-ready Cuckoo.

Blaidd was not included in Ranni and Rykard's plot to steal the Rune of Death, nor the Night of the Black Knives. Seeing as this trespass would fly in the face of the Greater Will, Ranni was careful to distance herself from him, should he enact his role as her executioner.

When the time came, Ranni diverted Blaidd to Raya Lucaria using Seluvis as a diversion. Unaware of her plot, he swiftly made his way to the academy, but upon arrival was swiftly imprisoned. (Ya know, sealing spells and all that.)

Breaking free the next morning, Blaidd stormed back to Caria Manor. But in Ranni's place, he found only a doll—until she spoke, and a chill ran down his spine. She confessed to her treacherous crime, expressing her utmost determination to rid herself of her curse.

Although he was shaken, Blaidd swore an oath that her secret would remain kept, and that he would serve no master but her. From then on, he dutifully commenced his age-long search for the Eternal City of Nokron.

The Shattering

In his distance from Ranni, Blaidd became himself more cold and skeptical. He observed the Shattering Wars from a distance, indifferent to the bloody corpse mounds littering eastern Liurnia, and unperturbed by the blight of Deathroot that plagued the Lands Between following Ranni's plot.

During a skirmish en route to Caelid, Blaidd ambushed Malenia, not with the intention of killing or impeding her, but out of curiosity as to her resemblance to Ranni's Empyrean flesh. He challenged the valkyrie, but in a single precise motion, she pierced his chest below his sword arm—a lethal blow to most, but only enough to temporarily subdue a shadow.

Afterward, he never involved himself in the war beyond protecting the manor.

Until present

Ever since Ranni's betrayal, Blaidd would irregularly drift into unconsciousness. Unbeknownst to him, these fainting spells marked the conjuring of Baleful Shadows, fashioned in his image.

For as desperate he was to fulfill Ranni's ambition, Blaidd was consistently delayed by an insidious traitor. Old Iji, still greatly attached to his dear children despite their unraveling tale, dangled fabricated allegations with which to occupy the merciless hunter.

Even so, his good nature remained relatively intact, only teased by a select few friends met in his encounters. One such character, of course, was Kalé. When Seluvis discovered someone had made off with the eyepiece of his priceless telescope, Blaidd began a lethargic hunt for the culprit. Discovering Kalé south of Stormveil, he questioned the telescope he spied in the merchant's possession. Kalé insisted it was sold to him in his travels. Blaidd fully believed him, but gave up the search out of boredom.

Blaidd fosters a respect for wildlife. He is, after all, reviled by most for his half-wolven visage. Perhaps he feels some penitence for his zealous hunting in his youth, or maybe it's born of defiance for Seluvis's vulgar accusations in the disappearance of his cuckoos.

Blaidd totally witnessed Kenneth Haight getting his shit rocked at Fort Haight and did nothing. He found it funny.

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In general, I think Ranni and Blaidd do care for each other deeply, but I find it interesting how Ranni manages to distance herself from her emotions in retaliation against the Two Fingers. Blaidd was conceived to suppress her through their mutual admiration. Aknowledging such, Ranni takes on a distant air in equal parts for their protection from each other, and in full understanding that her treachery would inevitably destroy him.

To be clear, I'm not saying Ranni is a bad character. I think it's awesome to have such a determined character who actually makes you question the morality of her revolt. Do her means truly justify the end? Likewise, Blaidd strikes me as someone who tries his best to be good, but in his determination to betray even his own emotions for Ranni's sake, he steeps into a depraved thirst for vengeance. He's not exactly a critical thinker.

When Blaidd eventually is corrupted, I question whether it was entirely the control of the Two Fingers, or if he felt a relentless rage toward Ranni. He spent years working to fulfill her destiny, after all. He had loved her with all his being. Even still, she foresook him. Despite this, he rooted himself where he knelt, refusing to let his fury bring her harm.

They kinda freaks. Love me some freaks.

Anyway pls don't let this make you think I'm any less cool or well-adjusted

[slowmissiles]

Back in a former life, I had an addiction that I loved beyond sanity. Here’s the story of it. 2002 2003 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 pt1 2009 pt2 2009 Redux

This is the final spec list for my glorious, insane Brutal Truth.

Nissan Skyline BCNR33 GT-R (Type 2) manufactured in April 1996. JDM non V-Spec vehicle retailed through Osaka Nissan Prince in May/June 1996. Imported to the UK in June 1997. Remained in original JDM spec without speedometer conversion until August 2002. Only the steering wheel & white dial sets were fitted in Japan.

Nismo RB26N1 bare engine: [N1 water pump (improved flow & less cavitation)/Reinforced cylinder block head bolt boss/Increased sump capacity (6L 20w60)/1.2mm oil restrictor]

N1 head with 0.5mm overbore (2598cc)

Cryogenically hardened N1 crankshaft

Wossner forged & cryogenically hardened pistons

Abbey Motorsport reinforced & cryogenically hardened con-rods

ACL Race Series conrod & crankshaft bearings

Tomei sump baffle kit

Tomei high flow (larger drive gears) oil pump

HKS 1.2mm metal head gasket

Tomei Procam Spec 2 cam kit (270 degree inlet & outlet with 10.25mm lift)

HKS V-Cam System Step 1 Type B (variable 248-278 degree inlet; replaces Procam inlet camshaft)

HKS vernier cam pulleys

HKS kevlar reinforced timing belt

Trust metal intake & throttle gaskets

HKS front pipe & decat gaskets

GReddy Iridium 08 Racing sparkplugs

Mocal 19-row oil cooler & Abbey Motorsport remote oil filter assembly

Abbey Motorsport catch tank & washer reservoir with SFS breather hoses

Abbey Motorsport Pro Alloy large radiator

Tomei fuel pump, fuel regulator & 600cc injectors

A’PEXi Power Intake induction kit

A’PEXi GT Spec intercooler (237x610x136mm) & hard pipe kit

HKS GT-SS turbos

HKS twin AFM delete kit

Tomei turbo elbows

HKS downpipes

HKS Silent Hi-Power exhaust

Abbey Motorsport 80mm decat pipe

Mine’s VX-ROM

HKS F-Con V Pro

HKS EVC 6 boost controller (1.6 bar)

AEM wideband lambda sensor

Splitfire DI Super Direct Ignition System

HKS Circle Earth kit

HKS GD Max twin-plate clutch (with lightened flywheel)

Abbey Motorsport rebuilt transfer box

Abbey Motorsport rebuilt gearbox with cryogenically hardened gear set, modified Nissan synchromesh upgrade and OS Giken strengthening plate

Abbey Motorsport rebuilt rear diff

Nismo gearbox mounts

Nismo Solid Shift gear stick (10% short shift)

Omex Shift Light Sequential

Sunsei SE-135 solar panel trickle charger mounted on a custom aluminium riser between the rear parcel shelf speaker enclosures.

Team Dynamics Equinox alloys 19x9.5, ET+15 in silver with polished stainless steel rim.

Falken FK452 265/30/19 Y-rated tyres

Cusco brake master cylinder brace

Cusco rear steering delete kit

Cusco front & rear upper suspension links

AST Sport Line 1 full suspension kit with UK spring setup

Nismo stainless steel braided brake hoses

StopTech 355mm rotor 4 pot caliper front brake kit

StopTech 355mm rotor 2 pot caliper rear brake kit with Abbey Motorsport modified pad retainers

Ferodo DS2500 brake pads front & rear

Bomex AD-390 front splitter

Nismo R34 smoked front indicators in custom aluminium mounting plates finished in crackle black

Nissan Xenon headlamp units

Border Racing Aero Fenders (vented front wings) with silver GT emblems from a R32 Skyline

Nismo smoked side repeaters

Top Mix one-off FRP twin blade rear spoiler on custom aluminium mounting plates

Entire exterior resprayed in BMW black (code 086) base and lacquer

Nissan Motorsport International carbon fibre B-pillar plates

PIAA carbon effect silicon wipers, front pair with spoilers, rear without

Nismo white face dial sets (dashboard & centre console) in carbon fibre panels

AEM AFR gauge mount replaces the lighter socket

HKS EVC display mounted on custom carbon fibre plate replacing the ashtray

Lighter socket relocated to the fog light switch panel

Nissan Momo steering wheel (with airbag)

Dressycar Nismo harness pads

Redline Automotive leather gearstick & handbrake gaiters

Abbey Motorsport carbon fibre door sill trims

Carbon fibre boot sill trim

Inlet plenum and sundry induction pipework finished in powder grey

Trust clear cam pulley cover

HKS Kansai Service carbon fibre spark plug cover

Right hand cam cover finished in crackle black

Nismo radiator & washer reservoir caps

HKS Kansai Service front strut brace finished in high gloss black

GReddy aluminium slam panel finished in crackle black

Tein bonnet dampers with black sleeves

Custom made one-off Cobra Misano Lux front seats: [Alcantara (colour code 9189) outers/Alcantara (colour code 9182) centre panels/One-piece carbon fibre backs/Sidewinder bases on custom subframes adapted by Abbey Motorsport/Cobra logo in silver thread on the headpads/GT-R logo beneath the grommets on seat backs]

JVC KD-AVX2 multi-media DVD/CD receiver with built-in 3.5” widescreen monitor

2x JL Audio Evolution VR600-CXi 6” speakers (front)

2x JL Audio Evolution TR650-CXi 6.5” speakers (rear)

Multiple and interlaced Thatcham rated security systems.

500 bhp. 520 ft/lb.

Ludicrously, hilariously, unbelievably fast.

Hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane with me. Cheers! JM.

(Photo by N. Liassides.)

[besiegedhunter]

Do you think last unnamed Fang belongs to the reigning Alpha, or do you think signore de lupi who won does not participate in next game? I know there is like no information about it to asume, but what do you think?

Hmm. Honestly I've been wondering it myself.

I think that I lean more towards this being any random Signore dei Lupi because of things like:

Agnese deeming Bernado the person to take out first.

Agnese not mentioning a specific period of time before they start looking for a new Alpha, just a vague "after a long enough time" perhaps denoting something happens to the previous Alpha.

Zaaro not mentioning them as an obstacle to conquer.

Bernado similarly not doing the same.

Bernado mentioning them last as opposed to like Red as the first one.

Like it may just be them not having much of an idea of what will happen in Red's event but they did a lot to set it up, like Crownslayer's segment or Bernado telling Lunacub about the remaining Fangs.

We could've even learnt more about how the Signore dei Lupi work specifically, like how I mention Agnese giving a vague period of time. It'd not be hard for her to say "when the Alpha's Fang dies" or "After a century" or etc.

I also think narratively it would be better if it wasn't the last Alpha because Fangs, especially like Lunucub and tenfold for Red, are victims of the Signore dei Lupi and anyone inducted into being their Fang. To have it be anyone, even someone severely outclassed by Red would lend to that idea and how honestly awful the game is that it's not a hardened warrior, trained by the strongest Signore but another victim.

But I'd be remiss to say that to get into the final two is impressive, especially with the likes of Red in the competition, it adding stakes when Red is kinda a powerhouse and that as this is entertainment in and of itself, the game may go on regardless of whether the previous Alpha is predisposed or not because why sit around when they could have fun?

It's also possible, albeit unlikely, that they won't be important. Like, if they want to set Red's event when Grandma is the Alpha of the Signore dei Lupi pack that'd have to come after the unnamed Fang has already been killed or if the event continues past their death and they're a boss like Agenir, Gertrude of the Brigadier.

I also realized, if the previous Alpha did partake in this round then if they got knocked out then that could have an effect on things also. Like why would Agnese or Zaaro mention the previous Alpha if they're guaranteed to not be the next?

Throwing that out there but we will see. The only thing we know for certain (or 90%) is who the next Alpha will be and the Fang that'll deliver her that title.