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deputyliam.bsky.social
The Archivist
@deputyliam.bsky.social
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[He/Him]
[Lost in both time and Space]

[An Archivist of the tales based around a town called Yuncann Valley.]

I do game Dev, and mostly post stories about the games I want to make.

Certified Horror enjoyer
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Update:

He still doesn't know
Email, My rat looking at the phone
February 1, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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Hi Nick,

I tried telling this to my rats and I don't think they know they exist.

I will try again tomorrow.
Two gay rats
January 31, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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I WILL be 100%-ing this game.
January 23, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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FINAL
Excitedly the child points to a very bright building Clearly labeled as a casino with a cheesy name. 'Lucky Wheelhouse'
November 25, 2024 at 5:09 AM
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PART 2
A giant black eye is shown above The group becomes stick figures with markers showing different points on their body except for where the cowboy was standing. It looks as if those points are exploding outwards. The cowboy stands there, the wounds more visible with the dropped bodies in front of him. The eye is still hovering above. The gun is smoking from the rapid shots. The thing the robot was holding turns out to be a child, who lands harshly on the ground next to a separated cybernetic arm. The cowboy pops his revolver and the eye vanishes after. He looks down at the child who looks like he's about to cry. The iconography says: "You gonna shoot now?" "I don't have money." The cowboy with a shadow over his face and responds simply. "Mom?"
November 25, 2024 at 5:09 AM
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THESE ARE DYING WORLDS #1

final part
As he leaves, he passes by his reason for showing up here. A vault, a shelter in case the world ends. It's locked up with a screen that tells any would-be users that they need to log-in first. It seems the cold was unnatural, as someone attempted to enter but was frozen before they could. His breath reminds him he's not safe. He checks his break action shotgun. "One" He mutters. His only safety measure. Outside he draws his weapon, and takes a stance pointing at something. The wind pushing back against his cloak. His body; exposed to the freezing. A desperate Gambit. There it stands A long creature with protruding bones. Its thin skin and pale features, helping it blend among the snowy tundra. One of its two arms is clearly missing, and it's showing that. A reminder to the figure that it hasn't forgotten. As it pecks at one of the bodies buried by the snow it sits a distance away. It has learned that the weapon is dangerous, And that the man is bearing his fangs. Both of them know that one of them is on borrowed time. the creature is very, very patient.
October 21, 2024 at 12:16 AM
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THESE ARE DYING WORLDS #1

part two
It shows the inside of the building, floor still covered in snow. A half buried body can be seen, along with a breaking chair. The figure arrives at a terminal. A sticky note simply says "4 Numbers -k". The terminal has four empty boxes with the words "3 More tries today" written underneath. A smiley face taunts the man's predicament. He types four times. The computer buzzed with an incorrect noise. He types four more times. The computer responds with another buzz. He tries again. Nothing changes. The computer dings. The figure walks away from the terminal. The sticky note remains, but the screen has changed. "Try again" with a clock counting down the time until he's allowed to make more guesses. He has to wait one whole day. The smiley face, continues it's relentless taunting.
October 21, 2024 at 12:06 AM
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RE:RE:YVINCIDENT
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MAC,

MY FATHER IS AT MY THROAT ABOUT THIS.
APPARENTLY, SPECIAL FORCES GOT THERE FIRST.

THEY ARE ALSO M.I.A.

5 BODIES TOTAL,
YOU'RE ONLY THERE FOR THE RANGERS.

DO NOT BECOME THE SIXTH BODY.
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A secondary flashlight illuminates Mac [S-STOP!] A young voice rings out from behind Mac. He gives a slow glance towards the lights direction. [I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT] The young voice calls out after Mac's slight movement. The source of the light is shown to be a masked figure, identical to the one that was on the ground. He has a pistol with a light attached aimed squarely at Mac. The figure's outfit is casual, with a black hoodie and sweatpants on. Unable to conceal the fact that they are terrified. [SO.. What's your deal?] The voice musters [I...I just wanna leave, man] They curse under their breath [Fuck-Damnit] Both people are shown. Mac continues to get blasted by the light in the dark room. He stays silent. [Fucking Mute Narc] The figure takes the safety off and checks that their weapon is loaded. However; the room that they came from shows that a creature followed the masked figure. Its large body is mostly obscured by the small doorframe. Its bones are well defined- barely obscured by the pale skin that covers them. The prominent ribcage has cables dangling from within. It reaches one of its hands through the frame. Showing off it's three figures. More cables poke through the forearm as it flexes. Pressing it's hand into the brick, effortlessly breaking it.
July 1, 2024 at 12:16 AM
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U:\ADMIN\NOTICE\YVINCIDENT
RE:YVINCIDENT
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damage report;
Walkie Talkie.
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The flashlight continues; Exposing the time clock, or what was the time clock. It's ripped out of the wall dripping with black liquid. The brick wall around it is badly damaged, with more of that liquid mixing with what could be assumed to be blood. The Blood is scattered along the wall and the floor. The figure finally brings its flashlight upon the jawbone. Which has been picked completely clean. The Security guard bends down to examine the jaw, but before he can touch it the radio cuts the silence. [So... Mac, Are they cooperating?] Mac rests the flashlight in-between his neck and answers the radio. His voice is slow and hoarse [Time. Clock. Broke.] The radio quickly snaps. [SERIOUSLY?! TELL THEM ITS THEIR PAYCHECK!] The Radio continues it's tirade [MAC ARE-] The radio is silenced with a satisfying crunch, as Mac's Augmented arms crush the thick plastic like paper.
July 1, 2024 at 12:02 AM