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lmao and here's that traced art, my version is buried on my broken laptop, but you can find it here:
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In all honesty, I was never very fond of Lisa (all the stuff that she did mixed with my anger issues made everything she even said or did irrationally irritate me) I know that she was young, but she just never seemed to learn, I guess? She just kept going I'm not trying to insult her, or anyone who was her friend, but she just left a very bad impression on me For example: I made art for her, and she decided to trace it (she completely butchered it in the process btw, I still can't take her traced version very seriously) and use it as her cover photo. Didn't give credit, didn't ask me, just said "I'm going to trace this" like, right to my face. I didn't say anything because the forums has had enough drama, but trust me, I was ready to go in and commit verbal manslaughter. That was the first time I had opened requests in a while and I was scared of that exact thing happening, so y'know, that's just great. Definitely didn't think very well of her after that. She always commented on me and one of my friend's (I won't say who, but I'm sure you can figure it out) playthroughs nonstop about stuff that had nothing to do with it. It was mostly about her rp and how nobody was joining it (which-though it may just be my anger again-REALLY came off as trying to guilt trip me into joining it) I almost lost it when she did it on another one, but thankfully one of her friends got her to delete it (I really appreciate that still, thanks) and I didn't get myself banned for threatening a child. She definitely did more, but I'm tired and I might start punching something if I keep going- Overall, I didn't want her to leave, but I'm definitely not heartbroken. I didn't hate her or anything, but she left me really bitter and I could feel my anger starting to boil over anytime she even commented on something. We just really didn't mix well. And that ends my Ted Talk.
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she traced my art and used it as her cover photo without even a little bit of credit, so I get how ya feel and i'll take that video if you feel like giving it to me
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I wont say a lot here since I have some very strong thoughts on Lisa and my anger issues may get the better of me if I talk about her too much, but I will acknowledge that she had friends here and they'll miss her, and that I don't think anyone (even me) ever wanted her to leave or saw it coming.
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I'm useless at social interaction, can't help you here (also-please don't ping me in stuff just because I'm online, there's not really a point and I hate it) plus I dont really care
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i havent watched one of his videos in a while, i know what im doing tonight
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Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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Fun fact: The flowers Pocky gave Capst are Asters (the purple ones) and Candytufts (the pink, white and blue ones) Asters symbolize love (hehehe, but he doesn't know that) and Candytufts symbolize indifference (because, y'know, this is Pocky we're talking about) -
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Burying the dead was never fun. Not just because of the smell either. Nobody enjoys burying bodies, not even nichelings who kill on a regular basis. It's especially heartbreaking when it's someone you loved. "I'm sorry, mom..." Capst stood over a hole, staring sadly at Tippip's bloody and limp body at the bottom. Zaptide was helping bury the bodies, since he was the only one with digging paw. Her mother was gone. What kind of monsters ripped a mother away from her own child? "I couldn't save you..." She had nobody now. Nobody. Her mother was dead. Her father could have been anyone. The only sibling she had died moments after he had taken his first breath. She was alone now. She was numb to the sympathetic and pitying looks sent her way as she walked towards the river. They acted like they understood. They didn't. They couldn't. They had all lost people, but only she knew what it felt like to lose the only one you had left. ------------------ "Hm?" Capst startled, whipping her head around to stare at the voice. Oh. It was Pocky. He was looking at her. Did he want something? "Did you want something? Or are you here for the view?" Oh. Right. "Oh, um, how are your wounds?" He shrugged, reaching a paw up to his face and rubbing the deep cut across his cheek. "They're okay. I wasn't aware that the teeth were serrated." Capst nodded, and silence settled over them. Not the peaceful silence. The awkward kind. -------------- This female was strange. Nobody had ever willingly sat with him for longer than a minute before. Was she alright? Maybe she was sick? Or maybe she was feeling blue? Black? Blue-black? She helped him. He could at least try and return the favor. Hm... Maybe she would feel better if he gave her something. Gifts cheered people up, right? Not that there was much in this place. Let's see... What made him happy? Bumblebees. The taste of broken jungle branches. Soft, cold winds. The texture of sand. The color yellow. Flowers- Flowers. He could find some of those. He scanned the area, sniffed the air, felt the ground, even listened-nothing. Wait... Bingo. He jumped into the river, swimming across and pushing against the rushing tide without so much as a second thought. Capst was telling him to come back, but he would be fine. He was already on the other side. Nudging away some foliage, he crouched low to the ground, sniffing at the bright plants. A cluster of purples, shaped like some sort of daisy and smelling of berries and salt. A patch of whites and pinks and pale blues, layers of petals and smelling of sweet things and iron and blood. He grabbed a few of each, turned, and went right across the river again. Capst was staring at him as he climbed back up, not even bothering to shake the water from his fur. He dropped the flowers at her paws, flicking an ear and looking at her expectantly. She stared at the flowers for a few heartbeats. Did she not feel better? He tried, he gave her stuff, why was she still feeling bad? A few more moments. She looked back up at him. And smiled. -
Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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trust me, he's not dead -
Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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Statter stopped just short of the water, staring across the vast expanse. It was a nice view. Almond didn't stir as she gently placed her on the sand-the only indication that she was even alive was the shallow, harsh breathing as her chest rose and fell. "What are we out here for?" Statter sighed, sitting down next to the delirious nicheling. "We're just...here for the view." She responded, reaching out her paw and gently running her claws through the fur on Almond's spine. It was matted and unkempt, like she hadn't groomed in weeks. Almond hummed, using what seemed like the last of her remaining strength to shuffle closer. Her eyes were starting to get really cloudy-turning milky white and seeming to slowly drain of any humanity or emotion. It hurt. To see her like that. To know what was going to happen. "I'm tired..." "I know." She tried desperately to not let her feelings take over, but the longer she watched Almond stare blankly at the setting sun... "I'm sorry I couldn't save you..." She whispered, settling to lay down next to the other nicheling. Her voice was broken-scratchy and shattered like an old record. She couldn't hold back the tears. Finally losing it, she pressed against Almond, burying her muzzle in the unkempt fur and crying. "I'm so sorry..." She felt a paw-a cold one-touch her own, and turned her head slightly to see Almond's face-smiling, her head tilted best it could laying on the sand, eyes cold and white and dead... "Save me...from what?..." Silence fell over the two after that, and Statter knew that Almond was gone. For good. The world was cruel. She didn't move a muscle. Even as growls rose over the gentle sounds of waves lapping at sand, and the husk of what Almond used to be shuffled beneath her. Maybe she was tired of living anyway. -
Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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Things calmed down eventually, though the event left many either injured or dead. Bastille was still nowhere to be seen, and though the thought angered them, it seemed that he had abandoned them. For good. Almond was suffering a bit more than some of the others. "It's okay mom! You'll be okay!" Wildfire crouched at her side, trying and failing to hold back the dozens of tears welling up in her eyes. Statter, Humenke, and Zaptide were all close by. Pocky watched a few feet away, and nobody could truly tell what his thoughts were. He just stared. Capst-Tippip's daughter and the only one with healing abilities now that Bastille was gone-was darting around from nicheling to nicheling, trying her best to treat wounds and calm everyone down. Poor kid, she was trying her best, but she was still young and scared herself. She finally made her over to Almond, gently pushing Humenke aside and leaning down to examine the wound on her chest. It was a bite mark, oozing blood and already bearing a green hue, presumably from infection. Capst looked at it for a few seconds. Then a few moments. Then minutes. She raised her head, and dipped it sympathetically to Wildfire. "I'm sorry, but the damage is done..." Everyone was silent for a few heartbeats, presumably processing what they just heard. Statter broke the silence. For the first tie that anyone had seen, the female started...crying. She dug her claws into the ground, repeatedly shaking her head, eyes shut tight. Nobody knew what to do. Wildfire just cried with her. Almond watched, eyes clouded and confused. She didn't understand what was happening. Old age added on to the bite didn't help her seem coherent. Wildfire glanced back at her brother. He didn't show any emotion, still staring at the group with that strange look in his eyes. She wanted to snap his neck. "We can't leave her here." Zaptide spoke up, his voice cracking slightly at the end. He was always so stoic-it was strange to see him emotional. "She'll turn soon, and we don't know how to kill these things. The only reason we're even alive is because Everest...saved us." They knew he was right. She couldn't stay there. Everyone else in their tribe that had passed wasn't going to turn, having been torn apart by the monsters. "I'll take her down to the beach." Statter carefully grabbed Almond, lifting her over her back and turning to walk away. Before anyone could say otherwise, she had already left. ---------------------------- "What is wrong with you?!" Pocky blinked, tilting his head. His sister was angry at him. She looked... Looked... Hm... Red-Green-Orange, perhaps?... Irritated. Furious. Dangerous. "You killed someone! You-you murdered Chardonnay!" "He was a weak link, was he not? He was reckless, and self-destructive. I was thinking ahead." Why was she still mad? He explained himself. She shouldn't be mad. "You're-you're just selfish!" She hissed, her voice starting to break. Pocky couldn't pinpoint if she was lashing out because of their mother, or if she was truly angry at him. That's a silly statement. Very silly. "How can one be selfish if they don't care even for themselves?" "Prove it then! Prove that you're all high and mighty and don't care what happens to you!" Pocky flicked an ear. Did she really want him to do that? Now wasn't a good time to be losing more tribe members. But if she insisted. He shrugged, briefly scanning the clearing, then stood up. He made his way over to a plant-the dangerous ones. The angry ones with sharp teeth that everyone treaded so carefully around. The ones that smelled like sweet honey and summer days. It looked hungry. He could feel the stares of several of his tribemates burning through his back, but he payed no mind. He payed no mind to the pawsteps rushing to pull him away or the shocked cries of his siblings as he was rapidly pulled in. It was just as painful as he imagined it. Maybe a bit more crowded, though. -
well, what else would we sacrifice? anything else would be ridiculous!
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*slides into this topic* so,,,, do we also make weekly sacrifices?
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Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
Katumai replied to Katumai's topic in Playthroughs
so uh my computer is completely broken, and i had all my screenshots on there, so the next few update wont have screenshots f -
MNA, BABY-
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Yep, here: Slot0.nichesave (dont mind the weird name, my story mode tribes kept dying) pretty much everything is the same as my sandbox settings aside from the custom nichelings, food count, and I assume maybe the tribe size? I haven't tested the damage settings yet, but the pregnancy duration is three days,,
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I might be wrong, but I'm fairly sure this isn't normal?? So I started a new story mode save, and I noticed that it took longer than usual for Adam to grow into a teen I looked at his age, and uh With a lifespan like that I could have a chance of getting him back home- but in all seriousness, this is weird It might help to say that the save slot was going to be for something else, but I decided to change it, and I already had the sandbox settings selected when I switched (again, I'm not even sure if this is a bug xfcyg)
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Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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If anyone wants to know more about Everest, you can just,,,ask Foxy she knows more than I do and he's her characters so rdytfugi -
Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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And Everest? He wasn't exactly having fun either. All the noise-the screams, the snapping bones, the desperate cries as one of his tribemates was torn apart- He couldn't take it. He just stood there. Frozen. The trees. They towered above him, like a dark nicheling with evil intentions- A...a dark nicheling he knew. Where...where did he know them? Why were the trees so tall? Why was he here? Scanning the field of monsters and nichelings, he finally registered where all the screams were coming from. Chardonnay was dead. Definitely dead-you can't exactly get eaten alive by monsters and not be dead. Bastille-where was he? He was gone, or at the very least he couldn't see him. Almond and Statter... Statter was okay, but Almond...she looked to be one paw in the grave already. He knew what that bite did to people. But where were...there were more screams? Oh, Tippip. She was trying to fight, but one on two wasn't good odds. Poor girl. He couldn't watch anymore. Maybe it was time to stop making things worse. He wasn't even registering his actions at this point. All he really remembered was a blur of running, jumping at the monsters, leading them away one by one... And suddenly, he was by the riverbank. Dozens of eyes one him-blind ones. The eyes of something rotten and long dead. They were all there. They all wanted him. Dozens of eyes... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The pit. Possibly one of the worst places you could end up. So why was he here? Eyes...oh. Right. Hateful eyes. From someone in particular. "Murderer!" He heard someone shout. He didn't know who, but it was obviously directed at him. Well, they weren't wrong. He was. But that doesn't mean he meant to do it. But they wouldn't listen... I mean, how do you accidently kill three children? Right? Hateful eyes... "Everest." His eyes shot up, and he couldn't stifle the fear that rose when he saw her. The leader. The one that everyone was so terrified of, and for good reason. Pression was dangerous. "You have been tried with the murder of three of your tribemates, and have been proven guilty. Your punishment awaits." With a nod of her head, Everest felt one of the guards shove down on his back, holding him securely to the ground. He couldn't fight back, even he wanted to. Another nicheling was coming, holding a stick. Why was he holding a stick? Was that...fire? Wait... No- Suddenly he felt like fighting back-what were they doing? He was just a kid! Why were they doing this- -------------------------------------------- Did he really just get sent into a flashback right now? Perfect timing. Great. The monsters were still there, though they seemed uninterested in his silence, starting to wander back towards the others. He couldn't let that happen. Opening his mouth for the first time in a while, he slowly backed towards the edge of the river. The monsters immediately turned. "C-come and get me!" And they did. Despite the sharp pain in his throat, his tired legs and the blood that he coughed up everytime he opened his mouth- He ran. He jumped over the river, watching as the monsters fell into the rushing waves and were swept away. Some made it across, and went directly for him. He let them-disappearing into the jungle and leading the creatures away from his home and his family. Maybe the others would have known his fate if he could scream. -
Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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nope, youre both wrong cytfugih i dont really care how you pronounce it, in all honesty -
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Pocky and Wildfire weren't the only ones having issues with these things. Statter, Almond and Humenke (haha, try pronouncing THAT one) were all huddled in a group by the tree, Statter at the front. She was strongest, and had armored body, so if they bit her she might end up fine. No matter how much she hissed and snarled though, they just came closer. In all honesty, she was too scared to swipe at them. They could easily grab her paw. Things just kept looker more and more dire. Being backed up towards a rushing river by zombies was never a good thing. Almond considered trying to reason with them-they couldn't be all bad. They were nichelings once too, with morals and feelings. She could get through to them. Just as she started to take a step forward, something caught her eye. One of the monsters looked strangely familiar-dark brown fur, lean body, a big nose-had she...seen him somewhere? "Walnut?!" She gasped, pushing Statter to the side and running up to the monster. She didn't hear the desperate pleas of the two nichelings behind her to come back. Without hesitation, she sprinted to the monsters, stopping to hug that specific one. She couldn't feel more relieved. Her brother was here, and he was safe! She thought she may never see him again! So...why was he biting her? That... That wasn't very nice of him. -
oooo- Mine is Pinkpod-which i still really like as a name drfgygui (i was also the first one named that on the website, so thats neat)
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Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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What came after that? Simple: Absolute panic and chaos. Nobody really knew how to fight these things, and the fact that most hadn't even seen one of them before seriously added to the fear. Everybody scattered, and the monsters followed suit. The jungle left a lot of dead ends. Pocky was almost completely unconcerned about this situation. He simply sat there, tail curled around his paws, and listened to the rain. Wildfire was next to him, though she was a lot more panicked and yelling something that he couldn't hear or really cared about. Oh, wait- A couple of them were coming his way. That's an issue. He stood up, flinching as his ears finally decided to pick up on something that wasn't the rain. Screams. Lots of them. "Do you know how to fight these?!" "Do you?!" Pocky watched as Wildfire and Chardonnay backed up as the monsters got closer, standing on the edge of the river. He didn't move a muscle, tilting his head as one of the monsters was mere inches away. Wildfire pulled him back, staring at him like he was insane. Maybe he was. It's not normal to be unafraid of death. He had an idea. Without a word, he grabbed Chardonnay by the scruff, pulling him forward to sit in front of the other two. Before he could say anything, Pocky curled his tail around, pricking Chardonnay in the throat with the tip. The other nicheling slowly slumped down, losing conciousness from the venom. Just as he seemed to fall asleep, Pocky tossed him to the monsters, watching as they stopped. Within heartbeats, the creatures were going to town on the body, tearing it apart with gorey ripping sounds and snappng the bones under their teeth. Wildfire was frozen, staring at the monsters. Pocky simply nudged her, gesturing to follow as he ran towards a safe space. "Wh-what?! Why?-Why would you do that?!" She hissed at him when they stopped by the rocks, something in her eyes...what was it? Black. Why is she feeling black? Black isn't good. She looked angry-very angry, in fact. Like how thorns feel on your pads, how mud smells, how- He shrugged, feeling a rush of orange-green-purple and purple-red run through his veins. "He didn't feel anything." -
Infectious Lands-Aka Niche except it's the Walking Dead
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Less like a battle or more like 'everybody just kinda runs away and flails around uselessly because nobody thought to actually try and find a way to kill these things' wow,,,you actually got it right rtdyfui -
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Rule number one of a zombie apocalypse: Don't stay in the same place for too long. And that's why the tribe was moving-that, and the lack of food sources in their general vicinity. They were being lead by Bastille and Starstruck, the latter of which seemed to have been one of the only nichelngs to be in a jungle before. That was evident by the way he swerved effortlessly through the trees and seemed to know exactly where to place his paws. Nobody said a word the entire time, knowing full well that noise could easily get you killed in a world like this. I guess they weren't careful enough, considering moments later, they turned to watch about a dozen monsters push through the grass and stumble their way over.