#Races of SKRUB

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A small child clings to him as he lays down on the couch. Poor Vic had been having a rough time as of late. All sorts of bandages are applied to her, old and new. Skrub had to have Chams chase off Gonzap's Skarmory earlier. Damn thing sure can tank a focus blast. She deserves this nap.

Junior is snuggled up right against Vic. Skrub's hand is hanging off the couch to pet Roachy, who's munching on a can right now.

Skrub can't help but cry. And she does. She cries and cries. She was disowned. She did absolutely nothing for this child that was even worth anything. She ran away and left her. And now Vic had enough sense to ditch her after they had so briefly reconvened online. She was a completely new person. She was always like this. Of course, Skrub can't choose one or the other to believe. She's all the same but all different. Her experiments have grown all the more sick and twisted, as had her mind.

As Skrub's thoughts raced in silence, the world caved in on itself. The illusion caved in on itself.

But she doesn't care about the beast looming above her.

The fangs of a spider pierce through her chest, corroding her from the inside out with their toxins. Skrub couldn't help but welcome it with open arms and a smile as a scaled hand slaps him across the face, a voice echoing and muffled berating him and screaming at him in Orrish as his body fills with pain. Lava coursed through his veins. He could feel everything shutting down in his body and losing the will to continue to fight.

All he could think was: "Thank you for this. I knew you deserved your revenge."

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The Curious Races of SKRUB #9

Hello and welcome to the (apparently) 9th installment of The Curious Races of SKRUB, where we explore the wacky creatures that populate paradox space. Can today’s species survive the challenges of SKRUB and make a new universe? That’s up to you and your GP! (Especially if you’re in the Ultimate SKRUB Session, wink wink check out the Discord).

Today: Plants.

Dryads are a race of plantlike people. They are a nomadic spacefaring race whose home planet was so technologically advanced that they had practically eliminated scarcity. They didn't actually like this situation very much though, because Dryads have a biological need for challenge and conflict in their lives. As they age that need diminishes until they desire nothing at all, at which point they enter the Eternal Euphoric Dream. Given this, they will typically live either on the move in a personal spacecraft, large shuttle craft with a community, or on some barely inhabitable planet where they can get their kicks. Most Dryads will experience these three enviornments multiple times throughout their lives before eventually deciding to settle down on a nice garden planet of some kind.

(Pictured: A number of symbolically rendered Dryads.) Millions of years ago they closely resembled humans, however through a combination of scientific advancement and natural evolution they came to be the plantlike people they are today. Though they do not need to breathe, they do still have lungs (and some other vestigial organs, such as a heart etc.) and doing so is moderately pleasurable, so most do breathe just by habit. When not breathing, a Dryad will absorb particles through their skin. Through this process they also eliminate the need for eating, though if they don't eat for too long they will lose some of their higher brain functions, as just absorption does not provide all the necessary nutrients for maintaining consciousness. This process is typically undergone by adult Dryads when they feel that they have fulfilled themselves in life and that they wish to enter the Eternal Euphoric Dream, which is what they refer to this inert state as. It is the closest thing most Dryads get to death as, unless killed by outside forces, a Dryad is for all intents and purposes immortal. As their eyes are not true eyes but rather seeds, they do not see. They have the ability to echo-locate and can sense changes in the air with their skin, which gives them exceptional awareness. Dryads are entirely albino plant people, with vine-like skin and sharp, thorny teeth. As they age, their viney skin hardens and darkens, becoming more and more like bark, except for the holes that are left over from the black seeds falling out, these holes remain white and viney.

(Pictured: An adult Dryad, and a rather angry one at that.) Due to their conflict seeking nature, Dryad society tends to resemble the wild west, and fairly lawless. That is save for one rule that all Dryads follow: Dryads are staunchly anti-murder. They will fight, and they will put themselves in danger, and they will be reckless and rowdy, but they will almost never kill another Dryad, or any sapient life form. To them, conflict is a path for growth, and to kill someone is to prevent them from ever growing again. Dryad culture is one of intimacy, but not of romance. Dryads can enter into groups called Bushels with their closest friends. Bushels are the closest thing they have to a romance, but they are not necessary for the reproduction of the species (though a large bushel can help a garden of dryads be more diverse of personalities than they may otherwise be).

(Pictured: A Dryad and a Human? Damn, good for them good for them.) When a Dryad comes of age, their eyes, which are really just large seeds, will fall out and become fertile. When this happens the Dryad will plant the seeds together, alone, or along with the seeds of the others in their Bushel in a Garden. The roots that sprout from these seeds will entangle with other roots from any and all nearby seeds and after two years will sprout a number of young Dryads (at age 0 they have the capacity of 6 year olds) equal to half the number of seeds planted. They also have a unique naming convention. They string 5 two letter syllables together for their full name, and will often refer to one another by just the first syllable. For example, Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So is a valid Dryad name, but you would just call them “Do”. Oh, and despite not having a sex they still have a gender. Crazy right? (Think your fanrace can survive Underlings and Denizens? Submit your ideas to us and we’ll showcase it too!)

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[SF] Sidewinder (A Flash Fiction Story)

The bounty was worth a cool 50,000 XP, but only six minutes left to claim it.

Aldon grew more and more desperate as his new motorcycle dusted across the old war-torn ruins of Dresdyn. A battle between the big corporations had taken place here long ago. Once a center for lavish hedonism, it had turned into one of the most dangerous sectors in the Sphere. The waypoint on his visor hovered over a large ebony spire off in the distance at the edge of the sector. Its ancient structure barely standing on the foundation of ash. *That’s gotta be the place*, Aldon thought. He wiped the heavy dust from his visor with his forearm as a chain of tactical information descended in front of his eyes. Captain Waffles was his bounty. Little to no information was available on the target. However, the network’s moderators were able to hack into a backdoor to track their location via an illegal spinal implant mod. “This is Sidewinder #46758! Pull up profile!”, Aldon yelled across the monstrous motor of his sleek ride.

NAME > u/K

**AGE >** u/K **SEX >U/K** **SID >** u/K **THREAT LEVEL > LVL. 16** **DIFFICULTY > DEATH MARCH** **ADD. INTEL > Wanted for string of murders of officials in Downtown Beriger. Bounty is highly armed and extremely dangerous. Personal identity is currently unknown. Scans of the area indicate multiple hostiles. Proceed with extreme caution and prejudice. Experience Points (XP) to be deposited upon elimination of target.** “Top-tier trash”, Aldon gruffly blurted out. “Dammit. Should’ve spent the XP on the Reaper instead of this ride.” A Level 8 bounty meant a Sidewinder would have to be a highly experienced hunter. The prospect of hunting down such a prey meant bragging rites among the other Sidewinders as it would help them stand out from the already over-saturated profession. Sixteen years prior, crime had grown to record highs as understaffed and underpaid law enforcement struggled to qualm the civil disarray within the Sphere. The Council and the Justice Ministry enacted a bill where normal individuals could sign up to clean up the streets in the Sidewinder Initiative. At first, many weren’t willing to sign their lives away for cheap pay and high risks. In an effort to attract younger, more vain, and materialistic talent looking for a quick adrenaline rush, members from the Sphere’s Gaming Commission and along with top psychological experts were brought into the program. They all decided that instead of monetary credit, experience points would instead be given for every successful termination of wanted targets. The experience points could be used by Sidewinders to attain themselves new looks, new rides, new body-altering modifications, and anything they so desired. It was into this world that Aldon had pledged his life to, a world where bounty hunting had been turned into a game. Four minutes left. The giant shadow of the ebony spire was now over Aldon. He boosted his bike ever closer to the tower and through a rubbish-built border around it. A hail bullets rained down on him as he rammed through the compound. The gang of jackals went into a massive frenzy. “Kill the pig before he gets to Boss!”, one of them screeched at the top of his lungs. Aldon raced further in before suddenly flicking the handbreak on his bike, sharply turning the front wheel and into tight 180-turn facing his attackers.

THREATS DETECTED > 20 + SKRUBS

THREAT LEVELS > 3 – 4

DIFFICULTY > MAD EASY!

“Eat it, ya scrubs!”, Aldon screamed at the runts as their bullets whizzed passed him. A volley of rockets shot out from his bike, swirling and crossing one another in the air before violently landing on the crowd.

The wild blasts blew the group of attackers into unrecognizable chunks of meat. A scroll of numbers dropped down his visor and flashed a victorious message...

FREAKTASTIC COMBO !

+ 1000 XP !

Aldon smirked with a sense of smug satisfaction as billowing smoke and fires consumed the space where the wastelanders once existed. Three minutes left. The timer on the visor turned red. Time was short. Aldon hopped off his bike and raised his hands up toward the top of the spire. A long spool of black wires shot out from his palms, hooking themselves onto the side of the tower. With all his might, he pulled himself backwards as far as he could till he heard the coils in his hands on the brink of snapping and catapulted himself to the air at incredible speeds. Two minutes left. As he neared the top at breakneck speeds, Aldon unsheathed a large blade from under his cloak. *There’s the top!*, Aldon thought to himself. Aldon reached up to vault himself up onto the roof. He readied his sword for the kill, but his burning fervor had turned into confusion. Just a few feet away stood fearful little boy, no older than age eight. Tears streamed down his cheeks, nostrils runny with snot. Aldon dropped his stance. One minute left.

TARGET IDENTIFIED > ELIMINATE !

Aldon was confused. How could a little boy possibly be the target the entire network was hunting down? The child himself with his frail little arms and green-eyes barely looked like he would harm an insect if they ever existed all the way out here. Aldon sheathed back his sword and approached the frightened boy. A loud hissing sounded from his direction. “Please! Go away!”, the boy cried. At that moment a giant golden holographic cobra slithered from a small implant attached to the the boy’s spine. The ethereal beast coiled itself around Aldon and lunged its fangs into him. With Aldon’s lifeless body in his jaws, the cobra flung him off of the top of the ebony spire and into the sands below. Aldon’s body splattered against the ground next to his new bike, his visor flashing an all-too familiar message…

P4WND!

LIVES LEFT 3 > 2

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Hana's RWBY Verse Masterpost

It’s time I get this written up because I wanna take RWBY!Hana out for a test spin.

I’m writing down some profile-like information, but only if there’s a change or addition from Hana’s original profile information. Please check Hana’s normal About and compare it to this to see what’s new.

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: Hana Song ALIASES: D.Va (Stage Name), Daltokki (White Fang Codename) BIRTH PLACE: Atlas RESIDENCE: Vytal, Vale RACE: Faunus (Rabbit) OCCUPATION: Professional gamer, White Fang member (secretly) AFFILATION: Vale Heroes and White Fang (secretly)

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

PARENTS: Yuna Bae (Mother, Faunus), Junho Song (Father, Faunus, deceased), Soejun Ji (Step-father, Human) SIBLINGS: Jisung Song (Little Brother, Faunus) PETS: N/A FRIENDS: N/A ALLIES: White Fang members and Salem’s faction ENEMIES: Ozpin’s faction

PHYISCAL INFORMATION

TATTOOS: White Fang’s current symbol on her back NOTABLE FEATURES: Brown rabbit ears, medium amount of freckles going across cheeks and nose, dimples

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

SKILLS: Playing video games, engineering, marksmanship, piloting, singing, drawing

BIOGRAPHY

Hana grew up with very close relationships to her family. Her mother was a stay-at-home mom and her father was in the Atlesian Army. She had a little brother that she adored very much. She gained an interest in engineering and video games from her father. She tried to learn as much as she could about engineering as she could through self-study, school, and her dad. She did encounter bullying growing up because of her Faunus heritage, but she didn’t let that discourage her.

When Hana was ten years old, her father died in combat. As her and her family were at the funeral, she overheard some of her father’s human comrades, saying they weren’t surprised he had died since he was a “stupid Faunus”. This infuriated the young girl, but she kept quiet for the sake of her mother and brother.

Then, her mother got married to one of them three years later. That tipped Hana off the edge. She was openly against their relationship and got into plenty of arguments that almost turned into physical fights had her mother not intervened. After the marriage, she began to spend more time away from her family and more time alone in her room, playing video games.

She started to gain recognition through her gaming due to the fact she was closing in on the number one rank in Remnant’s most popular game at the age of 16. Professional gaming companies started giving Hana offers to work for them. After an intense fight with her step-father, she decided to drop out of school and leave Atlas to join a gaming company in Vale to get as far away from her mother and step-father as she could. However, she kept in contact with her little brother and even sent him part of her earnings every so often, so he could get things their mother and step-father can’t afford.

Eventually, she found the Vytal division of the White Fang. Hana decided to join in secret as a way to rid the world of people like her step-father and the other humans who mocked her father at his own funeral. After the White Fang acquired Atlesian Paladians because of Salem’s faction, she decided to put her engineering skills to the test. She was able to reversed engineer and make a blueprint of a new type of mech. Only one was able to be made before the Fall of Beacon which she piloted into battle fearlessly. She made it out alive, but the scale of the destruction they had caused started to make her question if what they were doing was the right way to handle things.

For now, she continues to work for the White Fang in secrecy as she questions whether or not she wants to stay in the organization. She is twenty years old.

Headcanons

TBD

Verses

Family Problems - Set when Hana is still in Atlas with her family; she is 13-16 years old Peace Out Skrubs - Set when Hana leaves Atlas to join Vale Heroes, a eSports company stationed in Vytal; she is 16-19 years old For A Better World - Set before the Fall of Beacon after Hana joins the White Fang; she is 19-20 years old After The Fall (MAIN VERSE) - Set after the Fall of Beacon; she is 20 years old

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The Curious Races of SKRUB #41

Hello and welcome to the (apparently) 41st installment of The Curious Races of SKRUB, where we explore the wacky creatures that populate paradox space. Can today’s species survive the challenged of SKRUB and make a new universe? That’s up to you and your GP! (Especially if you’re in the Ultimate SKRUB Session, wink wink check out the Discord). Today: Bugs.

The Kiin are a species that eerily resembles large Earth insects. They, predictably, have a social order based on a hivemind, and go through several life stages.

(From left to right: An Ant, a Mantis, and a Bee) They are either hatched as a Fly, a soft, fuzzy and agile little creature with the ability to fly, or as an Ant, an equally small but smooth and harder creature. They then develop from a Fly into a Locust, tall and incredibly agile creatures with powerful legs and flight, or from an Ant into a Mantis, a sturdy and powerful creature capable of gliding, but not flight proper.

(From left to right: A Fly, a Locust, and a Beetle) While Mantises and Locusts make up the majority of the Kiin populace, there are also Kiin who have went through specilized training to become Bees or Beetles, and those have very special roles within the Hives. Any Kiin can becomes a Bee or Beetle with enough effort. To become a Bee they must train their mental acuity and almost entirely forgo physical capability above an average Ant. To become a Beetle they must do the very opposite, becoming the strongest and most durable of the Kiin, but tend to neglect their mental faculties. Though they can destroy Hivemind connections, so they have that going for them.

(Pictured: The maturity process and hierarchy of the Kiin) The Kiin order their lives as so: The Kiin communicate through psychic connections created and maintained by Bees, forming the Hivemind. They have familial units, which they select among themselves. Usually they get taken into one at an early age, and stick with them from that point on. The units live in settlements known as hives, in which the various jobs that maintain the hive are taken up by the Locusts and Mantises, save for law enforecment and ruling, which is taken up by Beetles and Bees respectively and exclusively. Some hives have queens, kings, democracies, plutocracies, anything really. These people are greatly diverse in ideology and there are hundreds of hives around the world. If two Kiin were to feel extra flirtatious, they will be compelled to find a Bee, and begin a three person mating ritual that ends in a Kiin egg. Every once in a while, a group of eggs will be collected into a brood, and multiplied by the Bees to form a large clutch of eggs that will produce the next generation of Kiin. Oh, and don’t try to talk to them about gender. They wouldn’t get it. (Think your fanrace can survive Underlings and Denizens? Submit your ideas to us and we’ll showcase it too!)

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The Curious Races of SKRUB #83

Hello and welcome to the (apparently) 83rd installment of The Curious Races of SKRUB, where we explore the wacky creatures that populate paradox space. Can today’s species survive the challenges of SKRUB and make a new universe? That’s up to you and your GP! (Especially if you’re in the Ultimate SKRUB Session, wink wink check out the Discord).

Today: Clouds.

Nimbi are a species of sentient cloud people. They are Cloud Elementals that came into existance due to magic converging with clouds.

(Pictured: Nimbus, the first Cloud Elemental and origin of the species' name.) Nimbi live solitary lives, existing alone, or in small groups, and keeping their territories far from one another.

The shape of a Nimbus is almost entirely determined by themselves, as they shape their amorphous body. The one constant of their physical being is the golden bands that keep them in (literal) shape. Nimbi are almost always white and fluffy cloud formations, but when they are angered they become darker and tend to emit electricity from their body. And they get angry pretty often.

(Pictured: Nimbus’s full body, and her face when angry.) Their diet is 100% water. They don't need much else to exist, but they do need exposure to open air and sunlight, or they'll grow ill as they become deprived of natural magic. Said magic allows them to create magical storm-like effects, producing lightning, thunder, hail, snow, etc. If a Nimbus is ever interested in creating progeny, much like Nimbus herself was, they may find a cloud that suits their needs, add a piece of themselves, and imbue it with magic essence to create a brand new baby Nimbus! Almost all Nimbi know the story of the original Nimbus, and some worship her as a creator goddess of their kind. It is unknown how she actually came to be, except that someone (presumably not a Nimbus) performed a ritual on a cloud to create her and her golden bands, which she later copied to bring about the Nimbi race. Oh, and they're basically immortal? At least when it comes to any nonmagical means. (Think your fanrace can survive Underlings and Denizens? Submit your ideas to us and we’ll showcase it too!)

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The Ultimate 144 Player SBURB Session Is Underway!

With the third version of SKRUB: The Tabletop Creation Myth well in development, we are happy to announce that a very special 144 player SKRUB session is about to begin! Even if you have never played SKRUB: The Tabletop Creation Myth before, everyone is welcome to join! The session won't be a huge 144 player mess though, as we will be running 24 sessions of 6 players each, one of every Classpect in Homestuck! If you, a friend, a family member, a colleague, or a particularly RPG savvy dog wish to partake in an epic SBURB session adventure, come to the SKRUB Discord https://discord.gg/n46ZGJG and shout "HOLY HECK HOW DO I GET TO THAT SWEET SWEET ULTIMATE SKRUB SESSION??!?!" and we'll direct you to the right path! Slots are being filled in at a rate that makes me worry about our playerbase's sanity! Come quickly to the SKRUB Discord! https://discord.gg/n46ZGJG