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TUESDAY 12 p.m. (Patreon)

Published:
2021-04-20 22:00:00
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2021-04

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another week another update! hope you like it peeps!

dusk acres now has a discord server! come and have a chat!

https://discord.gg/72hvfDK9Ys

also, a link to a spreadsheet bluedude made to keep track of the many characters of the story:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1nqc4-UbiW2-qPuuG3WJKe4p7XhnfN4FOuqmGraV3qIs/edit?usp=sharing

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Comments

Neth Rusiki Azhti

If you wanna join a group chat, but discord isn't your thing or if you just wanna join anoter messaging server as well, ther's one for Telegram as well! https://t.me/joinchat/QhOfbfbgdSE1ZTg8

Robert Smith

Well uhhh... gosh! That... that is a lot! I guess Allister really was the Cannibal King and uhhhh... GOSH

Kageichi

Damn I thought the sprinkler system would work. Still gotta say. I look pretty interesting all daddified. What'll happen to our heroes now? Or could this he the end?

Anonymous

This was definitely worth the wait, what a treat, oh fuck.. And that plot twist at the end!

Xeralex

(Really great work Blaze, but that is also the reason i am going to let this here. Please do make the update every second week post. The amount of work you put on each panel is really wonderful, but also takes quite some time and energy to make, and along your pixel animations work for the games, that can turn out to be too much. Please do make sure to take breaks, for your health first of all. Thanks once more for the great work.)

Crowbar

Oh my Agent M ~ swoon swoon~ <3

Anonymous

Ooc: Gehehehe!~ X3 man this is a wild ride! Theres proper hypno! i love this chapter!~ <3 BC ya really are keeping us on edge with whats happening next! ;3 W your chest is wonderful!~ Gehehe In character monologue: Enter an Olympus Beal! After a good romp session with a group of friends you know you mind starts to inevitably drift back to the things you should be dong. For me it was time to get back on the case of the missing agent escapees. They say a the good detective knows when to handle pleasure and when to get back to work so you can prepare for the next hot stud that crosses your path, business or pleasure. Geheheh~ With my skills of deductive reasoning and persuasive charming for interrogations in questioning I know that this will be a very open and shut case for those runaway souls. Ive been know in this town all too well for how i always find whats lost or solve things that stuffy sexy kitty of a Sherif is too bull headed to figure out, pred or prey no one messes with a strong omnivore! My cultists brothers gave me the task To locate and capture every last one of the knonw perps that fled the awesome light that cleansed this town, and i think i know where to start... just past my friends who are still fucking.

Robert Smith

PRIVATE OB - Your job is to SERVE the people of this town in whatever way is possible, DIRECTLY UNDER the command of your POWERFUL SERGEANT. It's a tough job, but someone has to do ensure that this town is LICKED CLEAN of disruptive influences. There are some underbellies, but you have the nose and mouth to INVESTIGATE whatever dark corner you are pushed up against, as an intelligence specialist. You might be accused of being a BOOT LICKER, but that is hardly fair when there are so many different ways you can WORSHIP those kindled by the fire.

Anonymous

What a great update. also made me feel weirdly sad hahah

Anonymous

Whoa it's heating up in here! need more burly Orcs as playthings in that town! >:D

Burropaleta

timeskip or day 3?

Eyekanto

Seems like the story is heading towards its climax. Wonder if things will play out as they are or perhaps a third party with intervene stopping the madness.

Star Ringer

....Fuck it. Seems as good a time as any to make a play. SYSTEM ERROR S͑͂̍ͬ̽ͬ̐Yͮ̔̍ST̹͚EM̹ ͕̹E̠̭͕̮RRͪͨ̚O̔͗ͩ̏̍̎Rͩ̐ͯ͆̔ͫ 𝕊𝕐𝕊𝕋𝔼𝕄 𝔼ℝℝ𝕆ℝ ֆ͑͂̍ͬ̽ͬ̐ʏͮ̔̍ֆȶ̹͚ɛʍ̹ ͕̹ɛ̠̭͕̮ʀʀͪͨ̚օ̔͗ͩ̏̍̎ʀͩ̐ͯ͆̔ͫ (つ◉益◉)つSYSTEM ERROR Ꮥ͑͂̍ͬ̽ͬ̐Ꭹͮ̔̍ᏕᏖ̹͚ᏋᎷ̹ ͕̹Ꮛ̠̭͕̮ᏒᏒͪͨ̚Ꭷ̔͗ͩ̏̍̎Ꮢͩ̐ͯ͆̔ͫ ... .... ..... Where the hell am I? What the fuck am I looking at? Is this code? What data format is this? This isn't even my computer! ... .... .....Why can't I look away from the monitor. Why can't I take my hands off this keyboard???

Anonymous

Things have certainly escalated - thank you for your hard work!

Kumaguma

I find the whole story exciting, and I will try to catch up with reading Dusk Acres. This is embarrassing, but I haven't been keeping track with Dusk Acres. Is it still CYOA? I am also curious about the spreadsheet and how patrion's are related to characters?

Anonymous

Agent R - No... Rrrgh.... No no no no no no NO!! Deep, deep inside the husk of a body now jacking off your former colleges there is a spark... a resistance... a burning white hot ball of rage. The lingering remains of your consciousness, fueled purely by sheer anger and lament. A desire to KILL Agent S and RIP HIS FACE off. To personally CLAW OUT THE EYES of Orlando Barry and EAT HIS HEART. You didn't want this, to join this cult of man eating nutcases and you never did, you just wanted to save the Director. Fight, Agent R, fight for your freedom until you die.

Reindeercurt

hooooh damn this update. really putting us in a bind here lmao. Agent Q continues travelling through the supply tunnel with F5, but realizes the other agents have gone dead on the communicator. Agent Q: This is getting dire. If we lose everyone here, we won't have the manpower to take on the cult ourselves. Maybe you've got a miracle up your sleeve F5, but if you don't, I think Ravenly's book is our only chance left... *To Agent I via comms: I, if you can hear me, we've lost the bunker. I need you to check Sir A. Ravenly's spellbook for any other spells related to warding off the sky fire, the laughing god, whatever the hell the cult have invoked to do all of this! If Allister has it, get him to look. We need a way to combat the cult's magic ASAP. *Internally: You've got to figure this out Q... There has to be a way to fix everyone... To fix *him... *him being the branded beast like in my last internal monologue bit lol

innerDesign

(wow.. that is a really good update.. and.. only.. 5 agent's left.. U, F5, Q, I and allister. and sorry.. this penguin is getting horny from all the daddy's. all the cocks to service.) *agent I looks nervously at the tiger and bull. then at allister. not sure what to do. is instincts tell him to run. but he knows he needs to help Allister. Agent I slowly backed up to the entrance of the room. staring at the tiger and bull.* "Allister.. I understand that he's talking about the past.. what happened to you as a cub.. But remember.. we are here.. to do.." *Agent I started to hyperventalate.*

Crowbar

Heh, I just realized, with this update Agent C finally fed Agent O one of his donuts...

innerDesign
>>58160112

*agent I receives the transition but doesn't respond. Trying not to show it to the tiger and Bovine.*

Khorax

Orson Broyle (formerly Agent D): Now, son. If you're going to work the shaft, you should do so with slow, deliberate motions with your tongue, working your hand around and fondling the heavy balls gently. Extend *grunt* pleasure. Help the other person feel it. Tend carefully to the flame and it will grow more powerful, leading to bigger and brighter sparks. Orson would rub the Tourist-designed formerly Agent BN on the head before grinning and looking at Formerly Agent E. "Sometimes folks need a soft but FIRM guidance.." *************** There's so much here, that it's hard for me to process. Wow. What a fantastic end to day two. Suspense! Horror! Drama! Tropical Fruits! Dads! I cannot wait to see what will befall our heroes! Will we break the spell that has fallen over the down of Dusk Acres? Will Allister and Frank foil the fiendish 'phant? Will O finally find out how many licks it takes to get to the center? What new experiences lie in wait for these diverse denizens of dewy designed dads? I am waiting at the edge of my seat. BN better get to work. Edit : ((I should probably post how my character is going to be a good Dad and make sure BN lends a neighborly helping hand. He's such a good boy, after all. He's such a proud, lewd Dad. Gotta be a better, hornier, lewder Dad than the others after all. Orson is very 'Soft Dom', gentle, firm hand, but will punish without hesitation for those who submit to him. Likes to grill and tends to throw backyard parties where he can show off his expertise. For work? Perhaps he's a lawyer, or maybe he keeps his job as PI, more along the lines of Perry Mason than Columbo.))

Anonymous

We've moved far from actual entry points I think but, awesome chapter. Feel free to change up the schedule for posting these if you feel it'll help you health.

Crowbar

<b>Sgt. Bouldercrusher</b> : Looks like the Perfect Neighbors have completed this mission, you look forward to toasting about it back at the feast, <i>HOORAH!</i> Not much to do now besides squeeze in some much needed pre-dinner training for your chunky cadet, you're going to give this runt a proper FULL BODY WORKOUT and if you're not satisfied he's sweating enough you're going to <i>wear him like a cocksleeve</i> as you march back to the pub.

Anonymous

Agent T: Don't be dead, hopefully. I can't suggest much else lmao

CherryDad
>>58159895

👀👀👀 (also there's a discord to join if you can! It helps BC contact us if necessary)

Anonymous

Once the excitement ends Cultist SK begins to feel odd, like somethings not right, but can’t quite put it in place. He flips this poker chip he doesn’t remember having, using it to calm him self

Robert Smith
>>58160797

Private O salutes his sergeant, aware that he has been slacking in his training recently, and needs to be PROPERLY DISCIPLINED into shape if he is going to continue the good work of protecting this town. And if that requires him to act as equipment, so be it!

Taikowolf

I have to admit, I expected and didn’t expect the whole “everyone’s converted” thing to happen. I didn’t expect it to happen this quickly, but I did expect it to happen given how strong the Perfect Neighbours were. Allister being the Cannibal King only makes sense given the flashback to him in the past, and the sheriff’s deference to him was a nice hint to that. I wonder how this is going to change things, given how the sheriff is apparently opposed to Orlando’s sect of the cult... if they’re not working together in some way. Given how many characters you have, by this point, and how things have turned out, I’m not going to try and submit any more characters for the comic. Thanks for the opportunities BC. Also not sure whether I can even make any comments or such to change how the comic goes - guess I’ll just have to watch and see what happens. And, of course, thank you for all the hard work you put into this. It’s going to be interesting to see how things go from here. ...I really hope nobody gets eaten though...

Anonymous

Goodness me, this is freaking fantastic update! The dread and excitement that is filling me right now has me giddy to read and see more, my fingers are always crossed that we can still get through this with minimal damage to all the agents! 😭😳✨ That being said i think imma try to see what i can do, especially what's happening near the en of this update but ill try! (Don't know if this'll help but Yolo right?) Agent I: Does that bull with rhe sergeant look familiar to you in any way? Whether a fellow agent or missing persons? Allister: Don't let him get into your head! He may be telling the truth he may not be, but what matters now is helping tour friends and agents! Keep your mind strong and protected, use what you can to your advantage due to this revelation. Frank: Resist my friend, everyone is counting on you abs your partner! Agent O: (If this gets through) i know The Flame may be drawing you in deeper but try to remember who you are, even if it isn't enough to revert you back just clear your mind! Remember what you're fighting for!

Anonymous

Welp, Agent AW just went full gamer. Love that huge belly and snaggletooth &lt;3 I've been awfully passive for the last few chapters but I don't know if there is anything to be done right now. OB;AW - While you're getting fucked from behind pull out your portibal gaming platform and start playing Fenris High, that wicked cool game about a school of wolves that, at night, turn into a weird fantasy creature called "humans".

Anonymous

Absolutely amazing update, incredible from start to finish, and I know next week (or whenever it comes, you make sure to take care of yourself!) is gonna be an absolute banger as well! ...aaaand, because now I have a more timely way of possibly jumping in: __________ As smoke fills the halls of the APEX facility, a lone figure stumbles his way out into the hall, covering their face with their jacket. "Alright, so everything's on fire, there's no one around, and despite what I'd describe as an emergency, things are effectively calm with no one making a fuss. You thinking what I'm thinking?" "..." "...Right, so we're in agreement then. Question is, where do we go from here...?"

Hon3ybazzer

Allister: Your Otis's secret weapon in all of this, he raised you separate from all of this chaos so you could see with unclouded eyes. He saw kindness and selfless nature and believed you were more than what people tried make you out to be. He's hoping you could take on the FID itself. your the one of the few left in the game. Don't despair on the past you couldn't control, fight to do what you can now. P.S. this issue was awesome BC, the floor has fallen from under me but everyone daddyfied looks super sexy, your really keeping me guessing

prescott

Agent Q, F5, U, Jane: Meet and quietly formulate a new plan – you all know that it is too late for the majority of the Agents. There may not be many of you and you don’t know who exactly is left but the radio silence speaks volumes. For now, consider yourselves as the last four sane people in this town until shown otherwise. The remaining three agents have a responsibility to protect the civilians of this town and assure the cultists do not win… Even if they were once friends. There were other agents out there, the newer recruits, out checking on a nearby town for info on a few of the missing civilians. Where did they go off too? And, hopefully, they won’t be fresh meat for the cultists all over Dusk Acres… Agent ?, ?, ? and ?: The four of you have been out for the last three days, searching for any evidence that the missing men could have left in the surrounding towns. It didn’t help that the majority of the time was spent retracing blurry steps, no one quite sure where half of the missing people had been. They were working off of hearsay and, unfortunately, that was about all they found themselves once they’d done their due diligence. The Director had put some faith in them, something that kept them all going – but now all the four wanted was a cup of coffee and maybe a slice of pie from the diner. It didn’t help that leaving town left them in the dark, getting the occasional text from an Agent but not much else. There was a consensus in the car that they were all hoping the case would have some real bulk to it, maybe a guy or two caught. Pulling in to the diner lot, the town was strangely quiet for the afternoon. Hey, more pie for them then!

Cid

DAMN, Agent/Dad W LOOKS HOT!!! I’m not sure if I still speak Shakespearean, but I’ll include it for good measure. *You feel an insatiable hunger deep down within you, a hunger long repressed. You need to find something that can satiate it for you.* Dad W: Seems like you really enjoyed the pec job, huh, boy? Let me give you something better. *Give E a ravenous sloppy kiss* *Literally destroy E* I want to hear those moans, boy! *Private O can get some too if I have the chance* If I still speak Shakespearean: Seemeth like thee very much did enjoy the pec job, I understand you not, knave? Alloweth me giveth thee something better. I wanteth to heareth those moans, knave! If I see that traitor S, it’s on sight! Something W feels to his very core! Don’t show S any mercy, turn that bear into a cub! As for an O.B. name, I've thought of "Cdr. Odysseus Backbreaker"

Robert Smith
>>58167187

*salutes* Of course sir! Always willing to serve a commanding officer

Meek(scrunkles)

-system error- -system error- Attempting repairs 57% -system error- Putting system into debug mode... Restoring to last saved state 23% 45% 89% Restored sever to prior date successful! Would you like to re-install prevoiusly blocked software from saved state? "SNF_prototype_AI(Beta).sfv" Re-installation confirmed... 34% 78% Installation Complete.

Anonymous

Was so wowed and left in schok by this one. Absoultely stunned at the story telling the sexyness and everything. this is an amazing job and honestly becoming some of my favorite work from you bc! Please keep up the amazing work and feel free to pace yourself. I really don't know what else to add too the story at the moment, but I'm excitied to see where we go from here!

Anonymous

I need to see side by side the transformations because I’m loving them

Erobos

._.

Protean

... Wow, that was... thorough and quick. Hell of an update to comment on first. Uh... I guess all I got is: Director: Be okay!

johnarthur0

Wanted to throw this idea out there also fuck this chapter is so good!! Great job on this BC, loving all them daddies Also, the idea: A car passes the entrance to Dusk Acres, inside different voices can be heard speaking "still nothing?" one asks, "No, can’t reach anyone yet, mad chips responding oddly. Blasted Allister, why would he steal those files, doesn’t make any sense..." Another say “it’s okay" says a golden retriever with purple tipped hair as he looks through some files in on his lap, "we at least have our agents files plus some copies of the case files" he says as they hear there is a strange alert on the mad chip system, worried, the driver picks up the pace. The golden retriever boy looks towards the road as he picks up a file of a black maned, glasses wearing lion and a clutches bag of medical equipment and tools with his other hand "Sir, everyone, whatever is going on, please, be okay..." the agents move deeper into the city, unknowing of the dangers they and their comrades would face.

Randastasius

(Don’t know where we are going from here but I’ll throw my hat in the ring). The rain stops poring as a young adult get out of his car. “ Man I thought the fing rain would never stop. “ he says. He is a stocky black wolf wearing a skull beater under a black leather jacket. He puts a joint in his mouth and lights it as he walks up to motel to start his shift.

Lee Evergreen

(Edited cause there won't be a time skip) Oliver Birch: Well lads, I'm off! I'm gonna get that hot porker. I've waited years to get that man and I'm gonna make him mine even if I go down in a blaze of glory! (Oliver pulls up his jeans and leather chaps, gives Barker a kiss, and runs for the exit. I don't care what's been happening I don't go anywhere without my bike!) Can't wait to ride that old hog! Then I'll ride that beautiful machine with MY man and we'll spread our glory like a wildfire! I'll burn the world to have Frank."

Oneiros

The new looks are hot, but the situation is tragic. I don't fully understand what's going to happen next, but I'm afraid we'll lose people in the feast. Seems a bit like a bad end incoming, unless the real Otis there is going to do something.

Anonymous

(I don't RP much but I just want to put in my 2 cents) from Agent ? "Hey is anyone there? Apex do you copy? Apex I repeat do you copy!? Damn the situation must be compromised, they need back up, but how will I be able to contact them, there has to be another to get backup and fast!” To Allister "Agent Allister I am trying to contact you, I am an Apex Agent I can’t tell you where I am but If you get this know that Apex is Compromised, but don’t panic I would advise you play with the Sheriffs beliefs in order to appease him and possibly gain info on where he stands with the cult. I don't know if you get this but I will try to help you and the other agents best I can. Hang in there for our sake for all of us. Agent out.”

Anonymous

OFF: Oh it seems I became a SUPER SECRET AGENT?!?!?!?! Nice. Sadly, the angles in those panels weren't the best to showcase my strapping bubble butt and powerful thighs. BUT THEY'RE THERE. Super Secret Agent O.B. (Maybe the B could stand for Bond? Otacílio Bond [Otacílio meaning the one who listens]): So, someone tells me I'm gonna get a lead that says that Orlando might be corrupt. But like, in a bad way, not in the cool way I am corrupt or anything. And well, what kind of super secret agent am I if I'm not gonna get to the root of this accusation? I need evidence. Either evidence that the Dr. is actually trying to sabotage our plans or that he is innocent. The first place that comes to mind for me to find that evidence is, well, none other than his own office. And considering he seems to be very busy right now dealing with all of this, this might be a good opening for me to go there without being seen. One moment I'm face fucking the husk of Agent R. The next agent R is left there, mouth full of warm cream. I'm on the prowl now, sticking to the shadows, climbing up on the roof tops, sneaking into an open window... I wonder what I'll find there?

Anonymous

Seems like the right time to give this a shot! ???: ‘’Shit…this looks really bad.’’ said a black rabbit sitting in the middle of his dark bedroom, only lit by the monitors on his desk, displaying the footage his cameras around town had captured. His name was Neil, an average sized black rabbit with long messy hair to one side that blended with his fur, he had been keeping tabs around town as he was wary of the weird groups of people suddenly showing up left and right. But after seeing what happened last night, he knew he had to help in any way he could, he quickly went over to his spare laptop, sending a message to try and reach out to any of the agents he had identified as part of the SNF. Neil, into computer: ‘’Is anyone there? Please respond, things are looking quite bad, and I think I can help. If you need proof I’m not with the cultists I can send it to you, but right now I just want to know if any of you are okay.’’ After sending his message, he quickly picked up a few supplies including his laptop and stuffed them into a small backpack. Wearing a simple green parka over a white shirt and jeans. He stood still before his door for a bit, preparing himself mentally. Neil: ‘’Today isn’t going to be fun, is it…?’’, he said to himself before opening the door.

Anonymous

(Guess Now would be A better time than any) ???:Holy Shit this Is Real! I Gotta get outta here. The Wolf was in the Hospital just to get a Check-up but witnessed The Perfect Neighbors turn a Agent into A Very hot Dilf, The Wolf Locked himself in the room and Grabbed a Few scalpels For defense before crawling into the vents to look for help or other agents.

Anonymous
>>58158185

I agree, every two weeks sounds like it would be a bit easier on you, given all the other projects you are doing.

Anonymous

(OK, here goes nothing) [As both agents Q and F5 are frantically trying to find an exit, an unknown voice is heard on their coms] Agent Q &amp; F5: .... lo.....ello....... helloooooo......? [Both agents stop to answer, asking who is speaking.] Agent ???: OH? somebody actually answered this time, that's good. Then again, it's probably not, since if you can hear me that means you're trapped and need a way out. Right? [ The voice cuts them off before both can answer] Agent ???: You're in the supply tunnel right? Good, now what you're going to need to do is continue down the hall until- [Agent Q cuts him off, refusing to do anything and demands for the voice to reveal who he is NOW.] Agent ???: ..... OK bub, I don't really have time to explain how much of a foul mood I am in right now, or to explain why I NEED you to listen to me right now. So I'll just say this: At present, I'm the only chance you have of seeing "YOU-KNOW-WHO" again. And Yes, I mean HIM. [Stays quiet for a moment to let all that sink in] Agent ???: Now, if you're done shouting and giving away you're position, why don't you shut up and do as I say. Then we all get what we want. OK? OK. (Sorry if I'm stepping on your guys' toes, Agent Q and Agent F5. Don't want to do anything that wrecks your plans or anything.]

Twichie

Would love to attempt to join in this, but it's already so far along and I don't even have an OC... (I'm kinda new to the whole RP thing along with anything furry related online.)

Anonymous
>>58183389

Don't sweat it, dude, I don't got an OC either, but that doesn't stop me from trying every now and then. So if you want to try, you should go for it :)

alpha reaperion

I don’t have a clue how this works but let’s give it a try?? ???: “hmm... the fuck’s going on down there?” Muttered by a white fox who just happened to look out of his window at the wrong time. His only association with the organisation was a vague connection by a distant uncle, inasmuch that he knew they existed, but little more than that. What he was seeing was some kind of pig? Dressed in red with a mask concealing his actual species. He had been justabout ready for bed, but decided to check it out regardless; throwing on a bathrobe over his fur and boxers, he poked his head out of the front door and called out to the Perfect Neighbour, Keith: “Bit late for a stroll, no?”

Becquerel

System Error! System Error! Rebooting. Rebooting. SNF Archive reset. All files restored. Video found. Archive log: Agent Bellows. "To whomever is watching this, there is nothing more I can do. All attempts to restore what I have lost has been for nothing. All. Save one. Allister, I know now that your past will come back for you, there is no doubt in my mind. But, I'll be needing you when the time comes. Please wait for me. And Frank? If it is you watching this...I know you'll understand. Find me.

Corbel

A red-furred gorilla, Colin Beachamp, limped along on the outskirts of town, wincing in pain as he dragged his bloody leg behind him. He recalls his evening earlier, when his boyfriend, a rabbit named Elijah Matthews had come home from work with a number of strange men, who appeared similar to men of the town, but changed somehow. They'd tried to get him to smoke some cigar (and he'd gotten quite a bit of smoke from them in his lungs), but sensing danger, he jumped out the window where he shattered and mangled his leg. He's not sure how he managed to evade capture after that, but climbing and pulling himself along on his ape arms only got him so far, as the agony of his broken leg is getting to him, maddeningly conflicting with the horniness he now feels, unknowingly brought on by the smoke. As he reaches the edge of the forest, the pain in his leg is starting to feel like a flame, radiating out into the rest of his body through his veins. His head feels like its on fire, and he's losing the ability to think his own thoughts. "What's... happening to me...?" Sweating, words pour across his mind unbidden, old words, forbidden words. "...born of flames.... don't fear... pain.... Pain... is the road... to...." The fire is everywhere now, inside his mind, inside his heart, consuming him yet leaving something else behind. "...exalt in the fire.... devour...." He smells the blood from his wound and it's driving him into a frenzy. He feels... hunger? Arousal? Some new combination of the two. His senses flare with new awareness and stalks off into the woods, seemingly now oblivious to his pain, seeking, hunting something.

Anonymous

Omar just left us like that? You think he's telling the truth, but if he isn't at least you have a head start. You walk with Jane in silence. So, you're hopelessly turned on by the scent of a predator? Of a man who could tear you apart and feast on your entrails? It feels like the rut, but it's turned your instincts completely upside down. You push on through the tunnels. They're massive and seem to go on forever, branching off at multiple points. Something this big doesn't get built without government and business participation. Could this be what Manimal's funny bookeeping has been going towards? You think about the Dark Ages. Centuries ago, before the Alliance, the choice of who would die so that a flock could survive boiled down to hard economics. Those who cannot work, cannot eat, but instead are destined to be eaten. How much has that changed? Q's call to I crackles through your earpiece. Reception is poor. You haven't heard from anyone else since you last heard RK calling out to O to activate the sprinklers. You also heard the chaos of a fight aboveground. Frank and the first away team, struggling desperately and then falling silent. Above the melee, two voices rang out. One, a booming patrician baritone, the other a guttural growl. They sounded like they too were.. fighting? Not physically, but for all their talk of flesh and feasting they seemed to be at cross purposes. "Q, did you get a sense of what was happening aboveground before you evacuated? It sounds like there must be some sorts of factions in the cult that don't see eye to eye?" Before you continue your thoughts, you see light filtering through a distant grate and run towards it, eager to leave the tunnel behind.

Reindeercurt
>>58192449

Q: Hard to tell from what we saw, but there's some kind of conflict between the sheriff and this "Dr Orlando". I think we can use that rift to our advantage once we get into the town. The guys who stormed the bunker are bothering me too... None of the other cultists dress like them or wear masks that look like that. And then there's the cauterized. They have a leader of their own, but I don't know how that factor's into what Orlando is doing. I need more information...

Neth Rusiki Azhti

Mr. Oxxford Bureau, entrepreneur, CEO and business owner of Whiskers Electronics, one of the newer, but also bigger companies on this side of the country, responsible for providing almost every piece of electronic equipment in the country with its necessary electronic components, including boards, processors and other preprogrammed CHIPS. Currently on a business trip to the small town of Dusk Acres to take a look at one of the bigger investments our company has made, a partnership with the renown Manimal Corporation, and also taking advantage of the fact to reconvene with my fellow brothers of fire and to join in on the Feast. Being on a business trip is an excellent time to do some network marketing! Talk up my company, mention how well its doing, but also compliment all the Manimal products all my brothers are sporting. Even though I take my job extremely serious, which gives me a somewhat stern and harsh look, I believe the "business shark" aesthetic works in my favor. Business always comes first, and business includes making "friends". Friends such as this charming black bear, who seems to have his heart in the right place, but more importantly, a serpentine, silver tongue. Getting him as an ally would most likely prove very benificial, so I intend to warm myself up to him, so he can eventually put in a good word to other people about my own company. This physician fellow though... rubs me the wrong way. He seems like an authority figure, but for the wrong reasons. Like he's not focused on leading the way, not caring for the people he's commanding. I can respect that, for goals are usually more important than the people you use to get there. But he does not seem very adequate for his position. It would be really useful and would make a lot of sense if someone were to take him down a peg. I intend on getting closer to my fellow brothers. Talk to them about their experiences with the fire and share my own, as well. I would like to visit the Manimal factory, since I'm here on business after all, but I have this feeling deep inside me... this overwhelming joy and ecstasy. Its making my malehood throb uncontrollably for some reason. I know I'm very productive but this is a new level of sexual drive that I'm experiencing. I will have to push my work until the morning, at least. I will however, not waste a chance to get closer to my brother. Regardless of who's ass I'm buried in or who's tits I'm sucking, I want to compliment my brothers, gauge who would be a worthy hire for my corporation. I will definitely stick with this bear individual, as he seems to know what he's doing. (basically I imagine my character would be more focused on doing work than sex, but N just got his life's dream come true, so his cultist self interprets that as horny-to-the-max. I'd want him to follow around S and maybe visit the Manimal factory to inspect it, but other than that, befriend as many cultist NPCs as closely as possible.)

Neth Rusiki Azhti
>>58199433

BC LIKE, OMG This update just blew me away. I can see why you wanted the extra week, like damn! I can't stop staring at the panel where I'm a dad... its... is so beautiful. I LITERALLY get shivers just from looking at it, you drew N perfectly!! And ALSO lot of other agents, like, fuck! I LOVE what's happened, because I'm not super invested in the "agent's side" of things. Things are so shrouded in mystery its kinda hard to root for one side or the other too much. I just want Allister and Frank to make it out fine with Otis, other than that anything is fair game. AND EVERYONE IS SO HOT, LIKE WTF

Soupy

Alright giving this a try: On the side of the road next to a parked car, a few miles away from Dusk Acres, a polar bear stares at his phone for a few minutes "Man Damien hasn't responded to any of my texts, whats this dork up to?" "Dunno if shift times have changed at the Bolt diner so I usually text him since he works a few days earlier than me." With thoughts of worry for his close friend/Co-worker the bear steps back into his car "If I don't work today this 30-mile commute would've sucked." And with that last comment the bear starts his car and heads off to Dusk Acres.

Anonymous

Great update. So many cute hunks to drool over :o~ Can we still make commands as anonymous generic APEX/SNF agents if Agent O, who was in the control room, has been taken out? Regardless, I'm still gonna try to slip my agent in the story, since he was referred to as Agent RF once before. Agent RF - You and a few of the remaining not mind-control bonkers agents are hiding in a closet next to the command room in a hushed quiet as you observe, though a crack in the doorway, some titanic brute of an army man thoroughly sodomize and violate Agent O, or what WAS Agent O more accurately. There is no way you can sneak past that roid hound, you're kinda trapped. Thankfully your PDA is connected to the APEX systems, so its not all hopeless. You attempt to activate the sprinkler system and lock down the server room with the noxious gas. Next - Do a word search and download every single file that APEX has that mentions MAD chips or Codename Autotomy, then email them to Frank and Allister. MAD chips must be the key to controlling the cult, there must be a way to reactivate them. Finally, check for anything electric that can be used as a makeshift taser (if there is no actual tasers here).

Anonymous
>>58206361

[I think I might have missed the boat on getting a character in but no harm in trying. Agent RF is a well hung kangaroo with a big belly, he's unusually tall and wears a scarf everywhere. A bit of a booknerd, and a little posh, he's just enthralled with the paranormal, and has tried (unsuccessfully) to summon demons on numerous occasions.]

Anonymous

The cyan wolf wrings out the middle of his shirt. It was nice that the rain stopped. . . but walking around town for the past few hours got him soaked. He talks to himself as he rings it out. "Geez, Bennet. . . Trying to apply as an agent is one thing. . but doing it without an invitation? Did you just *expect* to come across their office? Now all you've done is waste a few hours and become soaking wet in the process." Once the wringing was done he continues walking, stretching his sore muscled back as he does so. Finding the base was a bust, the sparkle in his eyes were faded from the hours of searching. He put on a suit and everything for this. . . why did he expect it to be so easy? Bennet was already horrible with directions: Even if he had a map in front of him he'd somehow wind up in the wrong place. Trying to find a base that might not even *exist* here was something else entirely. Bennet looks around as he continues walking- shadows on the street pass by him as he does so. It wasn't the first set of odd people he's seen today and he knew they wouldn't be the last. "I guess not being an agent around here might be a blessing. . . I've never seen so many strange people wandering the streets before." His eyes meet in front of him again, drifting up to meet another unfamiliar building. Bennet sighs one last time "Now if only I could find my way back to the motel. . ."

Anonymous

The sheriff: "Reunite the boys at the commissary, We must help our king, It's our duty." Fabian (a muscle chub grolar bear dressed as a deputy, his fur is vanilla cream, with caramel fur on his muzzle and chest and dark brown on his head, he has been working with the Sherrif since he Dropped out of college 4 years ago, he is some passive aggressive, needs a little of Ego-check, but will try of help Allister as much he can): Roger that boss. The conversation ends and shows the Bear at the commissary confused, grabbing a photo of Allister, putting it on a huge evidence/conspiracy board, and writing on it "our king" Then the bear says to himself "Well... I guess I'm gonna call the guys... I hope the Sheriff is right, otherwise, we are fucked! Haha!" --------------------------------------------------------------------- And this sets up for an Allister cult team that is going to help Allister on his way to defeat Orlando Cult.

Wolfstar

I enjoy a good game of tug of war. There are still a few townies and agents left. Maybe it's time for the backup team to arrive?

Anonymous

This is getting very Interesting, Makes me wish I had jumped in earlier. Any chance the town could use a lion?

Burropaleta

(if they decide to attack the town) A gray donkey (Carlos) with glasses is busy doing work on his laptop in the kitchen counter of his apartment on the first floor. He hears a loud banging through the main entrance, some cultists/ Pan's are creating a commotion through the apartment building. He go looks outside his window, and sees civilians being corrupted by on of the perfect neighbors. He then quickly closes his blinds and starts to get nervous. One of them is banging on the donkey's door. He gets startled and remains silent as they keep banging. He quietly goes to get a large kitchen knife to protect himself. He then goes to the door and waits for the PN to leave. Eventually he does, and escapes the building and goes to look for somewhere safe. Probably near where Allister is

Yoked Coder

M and everyone else lookin REAL good in their new forms hehehe. Amazing work Blazing, I'm really looking forward to the next one~

Zhu

For me, I'd love to see the otter guy trippin out some more, finding the mystery behind the Taser. If Zhu were to join he'd turn psychedlic with them, becoming a cigar sock monster. The sock is kinda like this musky tool Zhu jerks off into hornily when he takes off his work shoes. He loves the smell so much the constant sniffing makes him hornier until the sock over takes him and grows him wild. that kinda becomes like this freakish horny beast in Monster Smash with huge nipples, socks and cigars plugged in them, every orifice covered in cigars. His eyes toon out huge and long and smoke, and the otter psychedlic guy and Zhu grow insane as an offshoot. Could possibly explain other realms, worlds, or side villains in this trippy dimension! It harkens back to your old trippy comics to with hyper cigars and inflation, eye inflation, smoke coming out of their bods, eyes super high and trippin, etc. Shoving hyper cigars or blunts up Zhu's socked butt. Just some horny ideas, based on your kinks to possibly play with. I'll come up with more on a similar vein or theme, but figured I'd just toss these stupid ideas around :)

Becquerel

My gosh, you can just TASTE the Professor Ratigan vibes coming from Agent M. Great work as always BC.

Anonymous
>>58160468

"Gehehe! A good dad knows how to teach and when to discipline Thats for sure." Its always good to learn new things but whats happening here is nothing new to me or this seaman. What started out as a good polish soon changed to a fill on chest to dick massage. "Navy boy here seem very good at loading missiles between those pecks for sure." There was no way to stop what was to come and i was going to make sure the surface to air missiles hit their mark, and spread seamen everywhere. It didnt take long with that slick chest of his, he was indeed well trained and i can only imagine while he swallowed down most what i offered, how well trained the other end is.

Fe5ter

Typed up some actions to perform depending on the scenarios of the next update. If we make it to the Diner safely: 1.) Seated themselves at a Corner Booth near the Exit and restroom, away from windows and prying eyes. Places an order especially for milkshakes and fries. Has the knife hidden under the table, his tail coiled tightly to the hilt in the event of an attack. 2.) Opens Military-Grade Laptop, reroute the IP with a VPN then attach one of the external hard drives containing the Backups to review ALL footage of the events leading to the Fall of the Underground Base with Q. Visibly stunned, F5's body trembles from what he's witnessing. 3.) Examine the Backups of the Server Room Data for any clues left by Otis, Rahul, The Director or the "REAL" APEX. Curious about the conditions of the Subliminal Command he's subjected to. 4.) Attempt to Remotely Access the Server Room, disable the Fire Suppression System while overloading the Room's thermostat/humidity to completely fry ALL the boards beyond repair or leave any traces of being salvageable to The Cult. ————— Agent U and Jane reunion: Embrace Agent U the moment he walks into the Diner. The Opossum Agent finally breaks down crying, unable hide his feelings about what has transpired in the past two days. *Special Event* Meeting Jane in person felt somewhat familiar. The moment she spoke the white possum's TRUE name, a rush of suppressed memories assaulted F5's psyche like a freight train as a torrent of blood pours out the opossum's nose much to everyone's horror* ————— Main goals if things do get apocalyptic in the town: 1.) Request Al for the highest tier Protection/Protection Sigils in the Sir Ravenly Spellbook, Fortify the Diner then take inventory on rations. 2.) Apply a thick line of Salt on ALL doorways and windowsill. 2.) Gather and Protect any civilians. 3.) Obtain necessary supplies/equipment from the Manmal Retail Store.

Anonymous

Agent RK: You’re... somewhere. Hopefully out of range of W’s echolocation. The last thing you remember is Agent D handing you his phone with the map before entering the room Agent BN was taking us to. It all happened so fast. Instinct just took over and you just... ran. M.A.D. reading Agent RK: “fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” “I can’t calm down! I have to get a hold of myself! I need to get a bearing on my surroundings and figure out where I am!” ... “Dammit why!?” “Otis Bellows dragged the entire SNF out here and left us down inside that bunker for two and half months. Only to come back after making a deal with the devil and change us into a bunch of hedonistic beasts. Why!?” In what could be your final moments of free thinking you recall the monitor inside the server room agent R saw. Code name autotomy it said and the words “control room” inside quotation marks. “Wait if the M.A.D. system is the animal, then what part of itself would it cut off to protect itself? The servers? The entire facility? Us? If only I could just recall what happened when we first came here!” “RULK DAMMIT, I NEED TO REMEMBER SOMETHING, ANYTHING!”

Protean

Reposted since I think Patreon ate my last attempt. But I had an idea, so here goes! Fitch, a liger, leans over the counter of the diner, bored out of his mind. He wore an apron and a ‘Hi, I’m’ nametag with ‘A Barista’ filled in. He thought he hit the aesthetic pretty well with the gauge piercings in his ears and the single ring in his bottom lip plus his mane styled short and spiky with blue highlights. Though… he did style his mane that way to cut down on the awkward questions about what species he was. Even if it did grow back fast enough to make it so it was a constant upkeep to keep it from looking lion-ish (thanks Dad, for being the hairiest subspecies of lion). But… if you knew what you were looking for, the more brown than orange fur between his slightly faded stripes was sign enough that he was a hybrid. Man, he hated this town. Or maybe it was just small towns in general. But he hated all the nicey nice attitude to your face while they turned around and backstabbed you with vicious rumors as soon as you were out of earshot. And they didn’t forget the tiniest of slights, even when they were unintentional. Small talk felt like playing a game of Minesweeper. They hadn’t forgotten when his tiger mother left for college, coming back with a lion from the *city* of all places. Growing up with whispers about your parents cheating on each other with members of their own species had been maddening. He left for the big city to go to university and never looked back. … Then his Dad had gone missing. His Mom was a strong lady, she didn’t care what anyone thought of her, but once Dad vanished, she had just crumbled. Fitch was about to attend law school, but he pushed it off to make sure she was alright. But days turned to weeks, then into months without any news of where his father had gone. All the while the vicious rumors of him running off with a younger, prettier lioness boiled up once again. Mom just got worse and worse and Fitch had been forced to get a job at the diner to pay for basic necessities. She definitely wasn’t in any shape to do any work, she rarely got out of bed these days. And not only that, but that sheriff jerk made a point to stop by the diner whenever it was slow so he could throw insults at him. It was personal, at least to him. Fitch was distantly related to him, in a manner that any reasonable person wouldn’t count, but he still got the full brunt of his nastiness. He had been nice enough in his greasy way when Fitch was growing up, always making comments about him growing into a fine predator, but after he had participated in a few demonstrations and got involved in protests about predator-prey relations that led to him swearing off meat… that friendliness turned into an oil slick of contempt and disgust. And now he had to field comments about him being a freak of nature, due to him needing to take growth suppressors so he wouldn’t die of organ failure in his 30’s. Or being a dead end of two proud predator lines because male ligers were almost always sterile. Plus he was almost positive that asshole had something to due with his Dad going missing. He didn’t even seem to remotely care about how Mom was doing. He even seemed a little smug about the whole thing. If the sheriff of a small town wasn’t essentially a supreme court justice in his little domain, Fitch would have reported his ass a long time ago. Man, he hated this town. He hadn’t seen his boss at all today, he’d had to open the diner all by himself. And since it was raining, that reduced the already low amount of customers to zero. He sighed as he pulled his brooding expression back to neutral, best not to scare away any of the non-existent customers. … Maybe he could sneak a beer out from under the counter, it wasn’t like there was anyone around to object. It’d make waiting for the customers that would never come more interesting. ... Wait, shit, was that someone coming in? Abort! Put on customer face!

Cid
>>58239809

I believe in you Agent RK! If anyone can save us, it's you!

Bearlynewgaymer

Introducing Ontarou Bao, Local Tourist and occasional surfer. He's like your cool dad, carefree and usually horny. Can be usually seen at the local beach, hitting on the local beef, and even seen blowing a few under the pier. Willing to offer a hand or mouth to his fellow neighbors. Well if it isn't Orson Broyle, one of his many sexy neighbors as well as , dare he say , lover? Ontarou is once again servicing his man, he can't get enough of his delicious meat. Is that Olympus Beal?! He hadn't see him in a while, Ontarou should remember to greet him later. ( If time skipping to feast ) Ontarou offers his expertise on the grill. He knows how to handle a few slabs of meat. İ̸̭̎t̶͚̄'̷̤̇͋s̷̱̠̓͐ ̵̛̫͛a̸͚̘̐͘l̴̰̏ļ̷̒ ̸̟͌͐f̸͚̓u̴̳͝z̵̗͌ͅz̷̝̻̓̓y̴̭͗,̶̣͍̀́ ̸̢̳̇y̵̰͖̔o̷͖̔u̸̢͙̍ ̴̗͓͂̓c̵̩͂̊a̷͇̅̂ň̸̥̙'̴͉̰͗̓t̵͚̻̐ ̶̝̄r̶̫̽ê̷͈̩â̵͓̾l̴͙̔l̷͓̅̃y̷͇̓ ̴̗̑m̶͛͜ä̴̙́̍ḱ̴̙̠ȅ̸̡̒ ̴̣̻̊̐ó̷̥ŭ̶̹̏t̸̪̜͛͒ ̸̰͆w̵̧̺͠h̸͕́a̸̫̮͂̐t̸̮͑̅'̴͆̆͜s̶̹͖̃̀ ̵̧̖͑̚r̷̨̩̔͝ĕ̶̹̥̋a̶̬̒l̵̲͎̓ ̶̥̞͐a̶͎̚n̶̪͋̆ẏ̶̻̟m̸̗̏͂ò̵̻͆r̶̤͋̇ḛ̷̡͂̀ Last thing that pops into your head is walking down a hall before coming in contact with one of those Perfect neighbors. Your group tried to fight it off but it didn't work, and you remember feeling a shocking sensation flow through your whole body a̷̱͉̐n̶͊ͅd̶̰̿̓ ̸͆ͅi̶̪̊t̸̛̝̑ ̵̢̞̿g̴͓̲̿̅ḙ̸̉́t̶̖̂͠t̴̖̍̈i̸͇̠̾n̶̮̽g̶̖̀̀ ̷͓͋͛r̵̟̉̿e̶͔̍͝p̵̛͇̙ļ̷̫̍̐ã̵̖̣̄c̸̹̪̕e̷̗̕d̸̠̈́̚ ̷̘͚̂w̷̘̑͘i̶̖͆̓ț̶̓h̷̥͈̏̔ ̴̳̭͐ä̴͍̕ ̸̯̈́͊r̸̗̿e̵͝ͅͅl̸̟̙͛͠ă̷̩̟̔x̴̌̎͜ė̴̬̱͘d̴͖͖̑̆,̷̙̅̇ ̴͕̰͛a̷͇̾n̶̘̳̚d̵̳͝ ̷̰̾h̸͚̉̕o̸̹͒͝r̶̼͉̋̃ṉ̸͉̈́ỵ̷̔ ̷̰̈́ͅf̶̦̹͑e̶͕̅̄ę̸͓̈́̈l̵̡͚͒í̵͈͚̈n̷̥̿g̴̲̠̐.̸̼̕

Anonymous

Your tired eyes blink as the sound of a loud engine roared to life that cold morning.Before you leave, you to make sure you look just nice enough to not get fired, hairs a bit messy, but it always is, the uniform is on point, and even has a little name tag. It reads “Lyle” with a tiny star next to it. Nice. As you drive yourself back onto the actual road, you reminisce about how you got here. Despite your schlubby-looking appearance as an overweight, tired-looking feline, you were quite the opposite back in the day. Your brush your hair side before chuckling to yourself. Most people wouldn’t believe you almost went to a top university even, with a full-ride wrestling scholarship at that! Almost leaving this town. It wasn’t that you hated it here, unlike many other younger folks, but you did want to see what else was out there. And at 22, you’d barely ever even left the place. You look at yourself as you hit a red light, your body far from the physical peak it was in back in those days. Though before long you tried to remind yourself to stay focused. With the rumors floating around, you've had to do this often, even if you convinced yourself they were being exaggerated. And quite frankly, said rumors were growing worse by the day. As you drive past another residential area, you remember days when you could hang out with friends after work at night. But these days, not many people went out at night anymore. Weird sounds, rumors of people disappearing. It started like small-town gossip always did but, then it didn’t stop. And lately, you could swear you heard… something. At night, when you slept in your car, things felt off. Sometimes it was running, sometimes it was yelling, once you could swear you heard a moan, but- Your eyes widened as you take a quick right turn, just barely remembering to signal along with it. A sigh of relief comes out of your muzzle as you make it to the back of the diner. You were fairly sure you weren't the only one running a shift today, so at least it'd be nice to have some company. Regardless, it's go time. Before you know it, you already at the front door of the diner, ready to start another day of work. Just like the last one. (OOC, thanks too protean for collabing with me a lil on this one! Going forward gonna make posts WAY shorter i promise ;w;)

Wolfstar

One mundane citizen of Dusk Acres, a mild manner lion man, goes to the park to sit on a bench. He enjoys the peace and calm of the serene scene, and also awaits to get a look at the cute joggers who go by. It's just another normal time, little does he know that today is the day when the town gets kindled...

Khorax
>>58249541

If Timeskipped: Orson would most certainly love handling the grill, providing guidance to whomever is doing the cooking, gently, but firmly. If permitted to operate the grill, he would cook any meat to absolute perfection, using a secret blend of herbs and spices to compliment the juices of the meat in question. Upon Ontarou's offer, he would offer his own 'meat' for consumption, pressing the tourist's head down to between his legs. He knows how to handle meat as well, and knows how to get the juiciest flavor.

Anonymous

[OOC: I know things are kind of up in the air right now, but I wrote this with the assumption that the comic’s going to time-skip ahead to Wednesday morning] [A chubby grizzly bear stands at the side of the road, waving goodbye to his nice cab driver; behind him, the Cozy Hearth Inn. His name is Axel. 25 years old, and taking his very first solo vacation. As the cab turns the corner, the bear hefts a backpack onto one shoulder – his vacation is only a few days; he packed light.] (Thinking) “This part of New Vinedo is a such beautiful place. …Why did we ever move away? …Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m here *now*. There only seems to be a handful of landmarks to visit around town, but it's surrounded by a dense forest... I definitely want to see if there are any trails I could walk. From what I saw coming into town, the people seem friendly – the cute otter that picked me up from the bus stop said he was a local, too – didn’t he? It did feel kind of weird though; lots of the people I saw were smoking – like, almost *every* guy I saw. Then again, there’s a Manimal factory right here in town – it’s not that strange, right?” [He knew it was a bad idea, but Axel didn’t tell anybody where in the country he was travelling; just that he was going away for a few days. Huffing at his own inability to relax, Axel turns to walk to the Inn, trying to push doubt to the back of his mind; he’s here to *avoid* worrying about things for once. Besides, what could go wrong in a place like this?]

Eyekanto

Someone should keep an eye on Agent S in the inner circle of the cult. You never know what a man of deceit can hold. [Dr. Orlando speaking in secret with an unknown sheep] "Keep an eye on our newest member. I don't want him pulling something out of his ass and ruining our plans." [Unknown sheep] - "Understood master."

Gysdaj

I don't know where the story is going but I'll give it a shot. From what I'm reading a few options on how it could go. If the town is attacked/civilian characters take over: Chilling in the library is a a big green gator a bit overweight but still a bit muscular from his time playing football wearing a varsity jacket with a undershirt underneath and black jeans named Myrrick. He tried to escape the town on a sports scholarship but ended up taking time off to return and help look for a missing friend. Staying to long he lost his scholarship and is now trying to study and get into college without it. Inside the library he hears a commotion outside and seeing the PN running around town. He thinking's it's an apocalypse and looks for a gang/crew like in the comics. Believing every apocalypse needs a gang/crew if he wants to survive. "I'm pretty sure in that movie they said go to the pub.... I guess the diner is our pub here!" Rushing out trying to avoid the PN he would make his way to the diner.

Somedude

has the invite link expired for everyone, or just me?

Anonymous

me: *patrons BC in order to see what happens next* the comic: *entering the darkest hour arc with most of the agents captured/corrupted, rest on the run, one mc captured, the other apparently the equivalent of a demon prince* me: me: WELL FUC- Also whats the policy on new characters at this point?

Anonymous

if oyu don't mind, as all this is happening, a car pulls up to the motel, and out steps a bat in a green vest suit, umbrella in hand. "God, why do my clients always send me out to the boonies? Just once, I'd love a case to take me to vegas or the riviera." He says, heading toward checkin.

Anonymous

SYSTEM MESSAGE: THE SERPENT OF TEMPTATION HAS BEEN AWAKENING SEEKING OUT SUITABLE VESSEL FOR "THE POWER OF DOMINATION" SEARCHING....SEARCHING... ERROR&lt; ANORMLY DETECTED, SOURCE PERFECT NEIGHBOR #43 BEGINNING DEFENSE PROTOCOL AND SERPENT OF TEMPTATION EJECTION PROCESS EJECTION SUCCESS: SUITABLE HOST FOUND: CONNECTION TO AGENT ALISTER AND BEGINNING THE VESSEL BINDING RITE. RITE PROCESS WILL END ON WEDNESDAY 5 AM...

Somedude

Harvey: be the other rabbit. really, really regret agreeing to stick around for this town's "Big Community Barbecue"

Anonymous

Why are these cannibals so HOT a r g h moral conflict was never this sexy 😩