This excerpt is from an upcoming #monstermanual for a #ttrpg version of our #manga Teegarden The narrator is the main #antagonist a pyrophile flame thrower operator and autosupremacist Space Explorer—part of a #gmo #posthuman strain developed by the #biotech company Yebra for extermination campaigns

8.
The one mark they left upon the cosmos. For a time, they were beautiful. #feedfiction

7.
The stink, charred protein, boiling fat, made me shudder with pleasure. Their hunger, their violence, their beautiful, ugly greed made pure by my understanding. My sublimation of hunger. Let this entry stand as their last testament. #writing

6.
The nest had hung heavy above—a tangle of bone and down feathers. I baptized it in fire, heat flooding every crevice, every egg and larva popping and shriveling, wings melting, little monsters writhing and screaming in their final ecstasy. #horror #pyro #villain

5.
Not one drop of blood. Not a single breach. Yet they wailed as if already gutted. Their panic was a feast for my contempt: how little faith they have in the perfection they were gifted. I imagined peeling them open myself, just to see if anything worthy writhed inside. #sff #psychological #book

4.
When the swarm turned on us, my squad erupted in shrieks and flailing limbs. Pathetic. Every one of them sheathed head to toe in Yebra’s mettle, impervious as I, yet they scattered and howled as the piranhas battered their armor—claws scraping, teeth snapping and fracturing. #lore #characterstudy

3.
Tried catching one bare-handed, let it take a piece of my glove for the trouble. Sharp little bastard. I respect a creature that tastes before it thinks. #weird #oc #teegarden

2.
Eyes front, field of vision nearly full circle—no mercy, no hesitation. Four wings, body like a knife, movement precise as shrapnel. The mouth is a masterpiece: rings of teeth made for rending chunks of fat and flesh. Reminded me of the smile I make before a burn. #sketches #scifi #biohorror

This excerpt is from an upcoming #monstermanual for a #ttrpg version of our #manga Teegarden The narrator is the main #antagonist a pyrophile flame thrower operator and autosupremacist Space Explorer—part of a #gmo #posthuman strain developed by the #biotech company Yebra for extermination campaigns

10.
Most will die in their first real incursion. That’s the proper culling. The fire finds the worthy. #avola #spaceexplorer #characterstudy #speculativefiction

9.
Boronoko can’t hold her weapon steady. Remind me why Yebra bothered to bottle-feed these ones? Not even the dumb rock-pig here hides so poorly. I sketch as they fumble patrol, each one looking for orders, none bold enough to take a bite out of fate. #Biohorror #horror #psychological

8.
I can hear their hearts hammering every time the jungle sings. Not a hunter among them. The jungle will eat them first, if I don’t beat it to the prize. Anaxagoris cries at the sight of blood, actual tears, like a calf watching the slaughterhouse gates swing open. #manga #comic #literature

7.
All the same, it burns beautifully. The fat renders quick, the skin peels like fruit left too long in the sun. My assigned herd of recruits are softer than this pink rock. They stumble over their own feet, jaws hanging open, faces stuck somewhere between awe and nausea. #script #story

6.
If it had fangs, I would carve them as trophies. But this one only knows how to hide and hope. Evolution plays cruel jokes, fattens the body, dulls the mind, makes a feast for those who hunt by flame and not by chase. #OriginalCharacters #journalwithme #sff #darkfantasy

5.
It made a gurgling squeal. No dignity, no bite. Their forms recall the unborn, blind, round, skin gleaming as if still steeped in the womb of the world. They are not beautiful until they burn. If it had claws, I would admire its struggle. #writing #journal #amwriting

4.
Or a fat sow dreaming of slaughter. The shell splits with a pleasing sound, crackling, soft cartilage giving way to pink viscera. Nothing inside but blubber, brine, and a scatter of blue lights. Useless jewels, wasted on a brute like this. Tried to squirm, pathetic. #monstermanual #grimdark

3.
I see myself reflected there, hunting for my own perfection in the fat monster’s gaze. Prodded it with a knife. It huffed and sealed up, as if it could outlast fire by wishing. The air inside steamed, whistled through its cracks like a lidded pot about to burst. #scifi #pov #storytime

2.
Six fat little legs, jointed like doll arms, all shivering when the beast feels me approach. Shell soft as an infants skull, translucent, just enough to watch the muscle flex. Eyes buried, blue and flickering, like wet jewels in meat. #worldbuilding #OriginalCharacters #literary