Book 6 Chapter 10 Scraps (Patreon)

A/N: Hey hey! I know, we're updating a ton in one day - almost like when RL isn't beating the shit out of me I have more time for smol, lmao. Also, make sure you check out chapter 10, I just added the art to it. <3

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Outline and/or Notes:

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Lmao updated scrivener lmao what is this trash

- did I post chapter 9 scraps? Check an  see

Actual work now:

We are back to the whole alfalfa - runts kinda 1990’s vibe of child soldiers

You know what I mean the parking lot kids the fuck they were called

Smols lined up with goals, sounds like military

It is not

It is burger slut(tm) and it is time for the next shift

Ball gunners are ready

Distracters are ready - tear up!

Tricksy hobbitses are ready

Here we gooooo

Break out into next shift, there’s now like a half-dozen to a dozen tols

This is all taken from the perspective of the daughter karnak

Who is like “we’re paying off everyone’s loans and stuff this is awesome”

Burgerslut for a while

Eventually cut to front of building and a particular snek that just so happens to be outside

We gonna have us a thonker here

Tik’akri - AKA tomtom 

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A/N: You may notice that... well. The outline didn't follow the chapter. My next note will explain why:

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Ok but what if I literally didn’t do any of that though.

A/N: Yes, this is exactly how it's posted in my notes lol

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A/N: Hey would you look at that, it's more failed starts and sentences!

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Sreshec hummed to herself as her robot cleaning crew finally swept the last of the paperow

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Sreshec leaned back in her bowl chair, the exhaustion and frustration of the past few weeks replaced with a tentative curiosity. The DILF story got her mind going, and not in that way

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But all of the stories she followed were somehow off. 

Before her, though, and what was capturing most of her attention was the story that started it all, the DILFs at a frat hall. 

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Two Dorarizin males, from out of system, pick a random college in a random college town far away from any of the major tourist hot-spots for some reason. There’s no push by the locals to draw tourists, 

There’s no campaign by the locals to change 

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Sreshec dunked her hand into a bowl of trail mix, idly stirring the produce of a dozen systems as she thought. Any legitimate entity would be advertising an experience like this with a marketing budget the size of a small moon even if it was only targeted at the ultra-luxury market; if your process is repeatable you’ve basically got an infinite credit code.

“<No. Multiple smaller groups, perhaps?>” Sreshec muttered around a full mouth, grinding  the root down slowly as she continued to think. The locations may have commonalities, but what happened in 

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Greg sighed. He knew he was the tip of the spear, so to speak - it was his job to find good clients and to make the whole thing work, and he had a pretty good eye for finding undercover cops. 

The Jornissian in all-black

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Sreshec smiled at the little bastard in question as she popped the last half of her snack into her mouth, her jaws snapping shut around the morsel of food. “<So, now we’re faced with the billion credit question: how do I make myself a mark?>”

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A/N: Sometimes, when I've gone completely off the rails, I have to like... re-build a new outline. So this is the first mini-outline that I think y'all have seen!

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Ok so this one she has to go after the dilfs

So they think they won an upgrade

Hang out with her while she attends to their needs

Not like that

Mayeba

Anyway

Learns about the ticketing smol

Then grins

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A/N: It's ART TIME

That was alternate pose one; Alt pose two won the day:

Our artist liked the scene so much she colored it!

So for the cocktails, the only direction I gave our other artist was "I want this bougie as fuck. Like. $500/glass bougie as fuck." and so here we go