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One day, up upon a hill, I had set a spot that overlooked the valley as I wrote. When along came a pair of lizards upon the rocks, some feet away from my shoes. Sunning themselves quite peacefully, one spots a large grub, going for a walk about a plant's leaf. In the blink of the eye, the lizard snatches the grub and holds it there inside it's mouth as half the grub wiggles like a story might describe. A sight to behold of real life vore.
What an experience. It makes it all the more believable when you've seen what you're writing about! Going completely off you head, too, can be terrific. Otherwise, there'd be no Lord of the Rings, no Harry Potter, etc. You need material before you can build however.
I actually don't write too much vore. Though, I can't be at all sure if that was around the time I created that one Plight scene about a giant Devil Fish eating a couple foxes at the sushi-like bar aboard a space station or not. All the while, giving a critique about how bland and boring the food actually was and finally caving in to Rodendan's counter offer to buy the remaining stock.
Then, might I highly recommend the PSI-5 Cafe? A variety diner's outfit that caters to all known races in the upper fifteen quadrants. Daily shipments in via their advanced shipping system. (Not guaranteed if pirate activity is especially high.)
Though, this place is something else. The daily specials are slapped upon the gravity wall board, where they can wiggle about helplessly as diners with the money can order quite freely. They specialize in cooking up and dishing out their food as fresh as can be...or even alive, muzzled and bound at the customer's discretion. Just the kind of place that Rodendan would pay top dollar at...for a permanent closure. No canned, bottled or freeze dried 'day olds' to be found, here. Alas, Snark Foot Station is a shady place where crime does pay. (Insert famous Star Wars line here.) The exact kind of place that would sent out a rescue ship to save Fredrick, only to determine he has no ransom value or royalty statures. So, they slice off his clothes, bottle him up on the auction hallway and let anyone explore the goods while the sales bids come rolling in.
Though, this place is something else. The daily specials are slapped upon the gravity wall board, where they can wiggle about helplessly as diners with the money can order quite freely. They specialize in cooking up and dishing out their food as fresh as can be...or even alive, muzzled and bound at the customer's discretion. Just the kind of place that Rodendan would pay top dollar at...for a permanent closure. No canned, bottled or freeze dried 'day olds' to be found, here. Alas, Snark Foot Station is a shady place where crime does pay. (Insert famous Star Wars line here.) The exact kind of place that would sent out a rescue ship to save Fredrick, only to determine he has no ransom value or royalty statures. So, they slice off his clothes, bottle him up on the auction hallway and let anyone explore the goods while the sales bids come rolling in.
You are something else.
If I ever learn to not need oxygen or get a ride in a rocketship (maybe Jaikr could take me :3) I'll take the PSI-5 cafe a visit. See now, that's the type of thing I like, when meals are fresh. Raw. Like the human food bacon and eggs. I cook my eggs a little but my bacon needs to oink still. Ooh, that also makes me wonder what types of wonderful creatures they serve. It couldn't hurt to try something alien? . . . And if it could I wanna try it anyway. Say! What type of currency do they take? Do they accept GOLD or COINS that the humans make? Or maybe I can just rawr at them and they'll serve me? *Waggity wags*
If I ever learn to not need oxygen or get a ride in a rocketship (maybe Jaikr could take me :3) I'll take the PSI-5 cafe a visit. See now, that's the type of thing I like, when meals are fresh. Raw. Like the human food bacon and eggs. I cook my eggs a little but my bacon needs to oink still. Ooh, that also makes me wonder what types of wonderful creatures they serve. It couldn't hurt to try something alien? . . . And if it could I wanna try it anyway. Say! What type of currency do they take? Do they accept GOLD or COINS that the humans make? Or maybe I can just rawr at them and they'll serve me? *Waggity wags*
Let me look. I kind of forgot. But, Snark Foot is the kind of place that takes cash in a few dozen kinds of forms. Lots of aliens come through there and currency rates change hourly.
Ah...there's what I'm looking for. Many of the more honest folks, like Rodendan, use a trusted digital transaction system called an 'account'. Registered through the most trustworthy of banking systems, any currency alterations is handled behind the scenes. It's like going to any store in any country that takes Visa of Master Card. However, the fringe element still trade in things like local currencies or physical objects, 'acts of exchange'...body parts. Anything that both parties can exchange, in other words. But, in those parts, it's handy to bring your intergalactic card in one hand and your trusty side arm gun in the other. After all, shortly after Fredrick was bought as a servant and got his Teela (wife...currently reformed as a crystal) back, in one minute of distraction, a station maintenance droid that had been reprogrammed to steal for a local thug, almost swiped Teela away from him. Until a bodyguard for hire sent the droid off into sparkler's heaven after catching a notion that this stranger might just know someone who would pay handsomely to see this little guy live for a few more days. So...the station's a crime ridden filth hole that hosts thousands of races at any given time. And, the law there is just as corrupt.
*sigh* ...and, there's a few catches in place...of course. See, in the late 23'rd century, after the Human race has bravely begun to colonize well past Pluto, met some friendly aliens that gave (amongst other things) light speed travel through the tech of Gravitron Rings and sleeper coffins, (Cryo units) Humanity's hunger caught up with itself. They not only managed to ruin Earth by mining it to death for all resources, (like all that nice ocean water without the salt...and life.) but moved in on a few too many planets that were controlled by a massive gathering of alien worlds that called themselves (or as it translates to English) 'UniGlobe'. So, with an internal war of greedy gazillionaires that have artificial planetoids to bob around the universe with and an external war of allied warmongers, it isn't looking too good for the thousands of pockets of Humanity that are left. But, yea. On Snark Foot, if you got the cash to splash and the guards to keep your head from being chopped off with, you can casually browse the latest catch of aliens on auction (or hire a nabber to grab someone or thing that's moving down the hallway) and have them specially delivered to such establishments like that sushi-like place and watch the chef either hog tie your order or slice the living up to meaty proportions in (usually) 30 seconds or less. Special techniques exist for seasoning or preparing the living food items for an extra fee. It's exactly what the Devil Fish did to the foxes up for auction. A little money and service on demand.
Of course, nobody talks about the age of Snark Foot or any of the races that practice this kind of lawlessness. So, who knows if it is in operation out there, right now, amongst the stars.
(Had to look up the currency bit. As, right now, I'm busy writing the bit about Rodendan wooing the foxen Teela on a Human run station...where law is upheld and order is so tight, a boxing match just got two telepaths placed behind bars. But, the station is just moments away from having a dozen missiles traversing the speed of light pass right through it's hull. The Universe is truly a dangerous place to exist in.)
Ah...there's what I'm looking for. Many of the more honest folks, like Rodendan, use a trusted digital transaction system called an 'account'. Registered through the most trustworthy of banking systems, any currency alterations is handled behind the scenes. It's like going to any store in any country that takes Visa of Master Card. However, the fringe element still trade in things like local currencies or physical objects, 'acts of exchange'...body parts. Anything that both parties can exchange, in other words. But, in those parts, it's handy to bring your intergalactic card in one hand and your trusty side arm gun in the other. After all, shortly after Fredrick was bought as a servant and got his Teela (wife...currently reformed as a crystal) back, in one minute of distraction, a station maintenance droid that had been reprogrammed to steal for a local thug, almost swiped Teela away from him. Until a bodyguard for hire sent the droid off into sparkler's heaven after catching a notion that this stranger might just know someone who would pay handsomely to see this little guy live for a few more days. So...the station's a crime ridden filth hole that hosts thousands of races at any given time. And, the law there is just as corrupt.
*sigh* ...and, there's a few catches in place...of course. See, in the late 23'rd century, after the Human race has bravely begun to colonize well past Pluto, met some friendly aliens that gave (amongst other things) light speed travel through the tech of Gravitron Rings and sleeper coffins, (Cryo units) Humanity's hunger caught up with itself. They not only managed to ruin Earth by mining it to death for all resources, (like all that nice ocean water without the salt...and life.) but moved in on a few too many planets that were controlled by a massive gathering of alien worlds that called themselves (or as it translates to English) 'UniGlobe'. So, with an internal war of greedy gazillionaires that have artificial planetoids to bob around the universe with and an external war of allied warmongers, it isn't looking too good for the thousands of pockets of Humanity that are left. But, yea. On Snark Foot, if you got the cash to splash and the guards to keep your head from being chopped off with, you can casually browse the latest catch of aliens on auction (or hire a nabber to grab someone or thing that's moving down the hallway) and have them specially delivered to such establishments like that sushi-like place and watch the chef either hog tie your order or slice the living up to meaty proportions in (usually) 30 seconds or less. Special techniques exist for seasoning or preparing the living food items for an extra fee. It's exactly what the Devil Fish did to the foxes up for auction. A little money and service on demand.
Of course, nobody talks about the age of Snark Foot or any of the races that practice this kind of lawlessness. So, who knows if it is in operation out there, right now, amongst the stars.
(Had to look up the currency bit. As, right now, I'm busy writing the bit about Rodendan wooing the foxen Teela on a Human run station...where law is upheld and order is so tight, a boxing match just got two telepaths placed behind bars. But, the station is just moments away from having a dozen missiles traversing the speed of light pass right through it's hull. The Universe is truly a dangerous place to exist in.)
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