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"You did say you wanted me to make you a plastic army toy...
The Curator is at it again.
Perhaps the most complex picture I've made ... in like ... forever ... Here we're inside the curators trophy room where he keeps some of his newest acquisitions ... Kyro the lizard, Boot the jackal, Tsoami the Rshast, and a random reptile... or at least, he was moulded to be a reptile now, could have been ... well, anyone.
The Curator has a minion, and for Christmas, Fyrdawg gets to assist the curator with his collection, helping turn helpless poor innocent victims, like Boot, into plastic army toys, permanently encasing them and soon dipped into a endless series of simulations... simulations of army, marine, navy, and air force life, and endless days of waking up to hot, combat worn men sleeping in bunks and ...
um, where was I?
Perhaps the most complex picture I've made ... in like ... forever ... Here we're inside the curators trophy room where he keeps some of his newest acquisitions ... Kyro the lizard, Boot the jackal, Tsoami the Rshast, and a random reptile... or at least, he was moulded to be a reptile now, could have been ... well, anyone.
The Curator has a minion, and for Christmas, Fyrdawg gets to assist the curator with his collection, helping turn helpless poor innocent victims, like Boot, into plastic army toys, permanently encasing them and soon dipped into a endless series of simulations... simulations of army, marine, navy, and air force life, and endless days of waking up to hot, combat worn men sleeping in bunks and ...
um, where was I?
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Done for the next piece I make of this series. Although, I should write my story about that during my downtime over the Holiday. I just don't normally get downtime to do fun, exciting art and writing things. That probably should change. OF course, it means writing about Boot, and he's hard.
Well, yes, because he's encased in plastic and stuff, but I mean ... it's difficult to write about him!
Well, yes, because he's encased in plastic and stuff, but I mean ... it's difficult to write about him!
After a few hours of being in there, the curator scoups you put, and uses a mold of you that he made after a scanning you and with it, heats you up and turns you into a plastic army version of you and secures you to a base, molding a uniform and gun into your hand and sets you down next to Boot. You can move your eyes but that's it and even after a while they turn to plastic. "Now to put you in..."
*soon enough speaking was impossible as my eyes darts and watches as my body was being formed into plastic soldier and uniform, holding a gun in an aggressive stance looking at boot, I would of churred if I could. the sight was nice, shame I was in the same predicament. Equally I was quite afraid as I didn't know what was next*
The Curator gives you a good polishing which feels surprisingly warm and good as he buffs you to a very nice shine. Then he pets your helmeted head as he takes a needle and injects the back of your neck. Things go fuzzy and strange for a few minutes.
Then you awaken on board a ship, inside of a bunk painted all grey, flesh and all. You find yourself on the top bunk the bottom bunk having someone snoring softly and peacefully, wearing a military uniform from the waist down, the moderately build black jackal sleeping right below you.
Then you awaken on board a ship, inside of a bunk painted all grey, flesh and all. You find yourself on the top bunk the bottom bunk having someone snoring softly and peacefully, wearing a military uniform from the waist down, the moderately build black jackal sleeping right below you.
i feel the pollishing on the plastic body, it feels warm and nice in a strange way. then the next thing he knew he was injected with somthing and things became fuzzy.
WOah!....what..where am i! *he says looking around seeing, his surrounding bunk beds..the colour of grey on his flesh, and seeing the jackel down on another bunk* mmm was i dreaming or..is this..
WOah!....what..where am i! *he says looking around seeing, his surrounding bunk beds..the colour of grey on his flesh, and seeing the jackel down on another bunk* mmm was i dreaming or..is this..
You are not great, but the boat you are in. As is the bunks. As is the desks. As is anything else. And you awaken in military uniform, the ship beneath your feet rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the water, despite being docked.
The jackal looks at you and hmmms, "Dreaming? I hope so. You were sleeping. And so was I.... but welcome... I assume you were drafted just as I was... and we're looping this scenario yet again... but we have a few days before the attack."
The jackal looks at you and hmmms, "Dreaming? I hope so. You were sleeping. And so was I.... but welcome... I assume you were drafted just as I was... and we're looping this scenario yet again... but we have a few days before the attack."
I look at my uniform and rub my head with a groan the ships rocking making him feel a little unwell. Then I see the jackel rise and look at him.
Cai listens and then answers. "y..yeah I guess I was, I almost couldn't remember what happened. Where are we..and attack? What do you mean attack?
Cai listens and then answers. "y..yeah I guess I was, I almost couldn't remember what happened. Where are we..and attack? What do you mean attack?
The jackal looks left and right, as if looking for anyone watching then whispers, "You were brought in by the big Rshast werent you? He's the evil Curator, and he likes making people into plastic toys. It doesn't end there, he also plugs everyone into his big computer on his star base and runs combat simulations over and over, changing things a little bit each time. I think he uses it ... And us, to write those strategy books that he does for profit. I've been through this one about 100 times do far ... Ad I don't know why but I haven't quite lost myself here. I am so sorry my friend..."
After that was said..being on a boat with a bunch of muscled, well toned, hard working soldiers didn't seem so bad, as cai licked his lips a little. " oh this air makes you mouth dry eh? Hopefully I will be lucky, I know full well bring stuck like this you'll soon start thinking it reality."
"That will be lucky indeed. The Curator tends to meddle with things a bit as time goes on. You'll find yourself working in different places each time, having different skills or knowledges as he tweaks things and tests things. Some days you'll be working in the engine room where it gets very warm and everyoneg glistens and is shirtless for the most part. Or you're working on deck ... Or ... Just about anywhere.". The jackal pokes your arm where your rank was tattooed, "And it looks like he marked you as well."
The jackal looks at the time and shrugs, "Not quite yet... not quite yet, you're not due up there until one zero hundred hours. Got some time..." As he eyes between your legs, seeing a bulge there as he reaches out and rubs at it a bit, "One of the side effects of the initial immersion into the simulation is that you're horny at the beginning. No exception for you... Don't know why the curator does this."
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