This is great! Nice little exploration into ethics of cloning, I thought.

And of course I loved the "mulching of the non-viables" :D

Hmm I guess your fetish is strange sciency words LOL
The story reminds me of a movie about an illusionist with a similar cloning topic where he was killing his clones or rather himself on each performance

>>13708
the prestige was a great film.

ill add it to my to-do list :)

Here's a user script that both limits images to screen width when expanded as well as an "expand all" besides the "gallery mode" checkbox:
// ==UserScript==
// @name Insert Helpers
// @description Adds some convenience features to guro.wtf
// @match *://img.guro.wtf/*domain=guro.wtf
// @grant none
// ==/UserScript==

(function() {
'use strict';

console.log("patching guro.wtf");


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This feature has been added to the offical script.

Yes, I sort of have a plan to make such a game or it should rather be called interactive story. If that has any relevance to the question.
This is a perfect format for guro content because you can have multiple endings.


Developing 3d shooter of something else with moving 3d models is too much work and too little purpose.

(2/3)

She was still very much on edge as the next client finally entered the room, then entered her. Her whole body was tingling. She felt alive, more alive than any other time in the week. She whispered “Release”, adding just the tiniest bit of voice to it. Still not enough for Greg to hear. She was still safe. It was still fine. She didn’t want to die. She wasn’t going to die. “Release.”

“Oh shit, dude, this bitch fuckin’ said it,” the man moaned, and she felt the thrusts of his orgasm.


Chelsea bit her lip. Deep breaths. Don’t come. Not yet.

“I didn’t hear it,” replied Greg.

“Come on, man, she said it.”

“Sorry, dude. She’s got to say it louder if she wants it. Those are the rules.”

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(3/3)

“Doing okay, Chelsea? That was pretty intense.”

Greg was so sweet. One of her favorites. One of her favorite potential executioners. Her favorite potential murderers. 

“Mmm hmm.”

She was at the edge of the cliff. “Do you ever take a turn, Greg?”

She thought about Greg fucking her. She wondered why she’d never really thought about it before. Her killer. Her murderer. She thought about him giving her a good long fuck and then hitting the button himself.

“Can’t. Ethics violation to have sex with a patient.”

“Yeah, but I’m not *really* a patient…” She imagined his cock thrusting into her. His hands on her. His come in her. He always asked her if today was the day. Maybe today was the day. Maybe today was the day for him.

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Amazing! Do you have more by the author?

Ah, Second Life, Stepford. Such a wonderful place. I wish they did more than cliche hanging and cannibalism.

Angela cocked the shotgun again, and turned to the rest of us. "You are goddesses," she assured us, as she pulled the remains of the pillow off of the weapon. It was a basic hunting shotgun, sawed off to fit the pillow, a single barrel pointing towards each of us in turn. "Helena, Natasha, Shannah, Mitsuko. You are each divine. You can drop your pillows now." She smiled. "I want each of you to pull up your blouse, and show the world the life growing inside you." We stared, still in shock. Her voice hardened, and she pointed the gun more directly. "Take off your top, Helena. NOW. Each of you, NOW".

Helena pulled her top up, showing her tanned belly. Who goes to the tanning salon when they're pregnant? Her belly button was puckered inward, and she had clearly spared no expense on stretch mark cream. Somehow, her belly was unblemished, just big. I pulled up my top, showing my big outie navel. That embarassed me more than anything, because it looked like the damn Alien was about to jump out of me. Mitsuko lifted her top, and I saw the tears in her eyes as she exposed a network of stretch marks criss-crossing like the cracks in a badly reassembled porcelain teapot.

Natasha always wore nice clothes to class, instead of the oversized T-shirts the rest of us preferred. She was struggling with the buttons, fumbling in her terror to push the buttons through the holes. She mumbled something like "vibash, vibash" as her trembling hands failed to obey her commands.

"Natasha," Angela said, "you don't have to wear the right clothes to be beautiful. You're beautiful just like this."

*BLAM*

The blast tore through Natasha's blue blouse, through her skin and muscle, through her gravid uterus. I saw the spray of her shredded baby as it blew out of her back, making the back of her cute outfit fly up like an unexpected breeze. Natasha raised her arms, showing the stumps where the blast blew away her fumbling hands. Then she fell backwards, her body splashing in the sudden puddle of blood, amniotic fluid, and dismembered baby parts. Her lips trembled, trying to make one more apology, and then she was still.

Angela cocked the shotgun again, then rubbed her belly lovingly with her left hand. "Every baby wants to be loved," she told us, "Loved and nourished. Take off your blouses, and remove your bras." Her hand moved up to her right breast, and she squeezed rhythmically just behind the puffy areola. A drop of clear fluid appeared. "Shannah," she said, pointing her gun between my tits. "Take it off, now. All of you."

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Angelea cocked her weapon again and looked at me and Mitsuko, her last remaining students. "Your yoni", she continued, "is the portal between worlds. Through your portal you bring new life into the world." I had never heard "yoni" before taking childbirth class, but now I knew, she was talking about my cunt. That, I understood.

"Please sit down and reveal yourself fully. Do it now." Neither of us needed to be given any further instructions. In one motion, each of us pulled our sweatpants and maternity panties down to our ankles. Then we sat down on our pillows, and pulled them off our feet. I caught Mitsuko's eyes as we put our clothes in a pile together. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but some of the fear left hers. We were in this together.

"Before your yoni yields life in pain, she opens the door to heaven in pleasure. We are all sisters, who know each other's desires." Angela's left hand moved around her belly again, down between her legs. "Shannah, Mitsuko's body is part of you. Mitsuko, you are part of Shannah." Angela's hand reached its destination. Partially hidden by her swollen belly, she slowly stroked her labia. "Touch each other, bring your sister the pleasure only known to yourself." She raised the gun again. "NOW."

We reached for each other's hands, feeling the warmth as we touched each other for the first time. Some of the other students liked to hug before and after class. They liked to hug before, that is, when they were still breathing. Mitsuko was not physical like that, and I always respected her need for space, but now we held hands like lovers. I guided her hand to my breast, and she did the same. When we kissed, it was natural, as though there were not a psychopath holding a gun a few feet away. We caressed each other's breasts, tracing the different worlds our bodies had experienced. Our bellies pressed together, and both of our babies picked that moment to wake up, rolling against each other like twins.

As my hands curved around her belly, I could sense her breathing change. Mine changed too, faster, insistent. The hair on her mound was short and straight, like the hair on her head, and I wondered what she thought of the unruly curls between my legs. She was more hesitant, but I had enjoyed my share of female encounters, so I showed her what she could do by example. I gently stroked her thin lips up and down, and she followed, exploring my thick labia, feeling another woman's differences for the first time. We moved deeper, as

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Without hesitating, both of us wrapped an arm around our belly and followed Angela's instructions. I looked over at Mitsuko, and our eyes locked as we touched ourselves the way we had touched each other. Our breath came quickly as we each pleasured ourselves, never looking away, except to see each others' breasts heaving. I moaned, and Mitsuko moved her free right hand to hold my left hand. She was close to orgasm, and thinking of her left hand in her cunt pushed me over the edge myself. My hips bucked as I released something between a moan and a scream, and I could see in Mitsuko's eyes that she was close to her own release.

*BLAM*

Mitsuko's eyes widened as if she were drawn in anime style. The wash of blood from her shattered cunt and ruined baby sprayed over both of us, and her body spasmed in a macabre emulation of orgasm. Her grip on my hand tightened, then released, and the life in her brown eyes disappeared like a spark dying on wet ground. My own orgasm, though, was still rolling, and my hips kept thrusting as my sister, my lover, died next to me. When we were both spent, I lay still, my breasts heaving as I caught my breath.

"You, Shannah, are the true goddess," Angela spoke after a long pause. I pushed myself up to see her. She wore an angelic look on her face, her body splattered with blood and flecks of gore from her five victims. "I can die now, knowing that you have been chosen." With that, she cocked the gun, pushed the sawed-off barrel to her belly, and pulled the trigger.

*click*

She threw back her head and laughed, a roaring laugh at her great joke. "It's a five-round shotgun!" Angela giggled. "Here, you take it." She tossed it to me, and I caught it in the air.

"There's a present for you on the stock," she said with a wink.

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My hand was gripping the knife now, gripping it hard. The ruckus outside seemed far away. I had been in a few knife fights, mostly just waving the knife around, but I had also been taught how to win.

"She had a beautiful little girl," Angela continued. "She cried out before her mom died, isn't that sweet? I wish I knew her name. I cut her little pussy right out of her body."

I lunged forward, slamming the knife into the largest target, Angela's pregnant belly. It sank into that bright pink stretch mark, all the way to the hilt. I wrapped my left arm around Angela and pulled her in to me hard, so she couldn't move away. The knife pulled back out with a sucking sound, and I thrust it back in, over and over. Angela's mouth gaped in an "O" of surprise, and I released my hold and pushed her back. She stumbled and fell backwards to the floor. Her head hit hard and bounced. Someone was pounding on the door, but it seemed a mile away.

I didn't hesitate, because a knife fight only has one victor. I jumped on to her body, smashing our bellies together, and drove the knife into her side. Again, I stabbed over and over, sliding through her ribcage into to her lungs. The knife pierced her heart and sliced through blood vessels, as thick red blood bubbled up from Angela's mouth and nose. I kept stabbing, no longer thinking, losing any idea of aim, sinking the blade into her pale, swollen breast, and then into my own brown skin, without even noticing.

The locked door burst open, finally catching my attention as I jammed the knife into a breast. It was mine or hers, white or black, I couldn't tell. There were blue uniforms, and guns, and yelling. I pulled the blade out of the breast, and my knife hand swung in the air. The knife dripped blood, clear colostrum, and bits of yellow fat. The police followed their weapons training, just as I followed mine. Their weapons fired, 9mm bullets instead of shotgun shells, and did not stop firing until the guns were empty. My body, riddled with holes from my legs to my belly to my chest, collapsed onto Angela's, then rolled off, away from the oncoming blue uniforms.

I heard two things as my life ended, the last things I ever heard. One was the officer shouting into her radio, "Suspect down! Suspect down!".

The other was a whisper, Angela's dying breath. "Goddess."

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I love it! Thank you for writing and posting.

So you said you have discord, but can't find your username or links.
Also I think you haven't answer if you have interest in deaths involving space (or floating space corpse, mostly pristine ones).

>>27116
Srry bout that I don't necessarily have that much of an interest for it but I'd be more than happy to trade you if you can show me some of your works<3 uwu Discord: Sadkid#2224

>>27170
Appreciated.

Could you draw someone fucking Overwatch's Tracer's decapitated head?

Anyone have the missing pictures?

New style: "gurochan alt" from the old gurochan.cx - check it out!

There have been some changes with the styles.

"Gurochan alt" (the style used on archive.guro.wtf) is now the main style. Below it is a new style called gurochan dark, below that is the "gurochan.ga" style gurochan theme.

That is all.

2 new boards have been added, /kaki/ and /p2p/.

0_o

Like, advertising banners? Three reasons.

One, they're ugly

Two, nobody would advertise here except scammers.

Three, nobody here would click on the ugly scambait ads.

Let's go for a Public Radio model, where we just give money to some rando. Give me a Bitcoin address, and I'll send forth some of my virtual riches as a token of my support. It was worth like 10c when I bought it, so why not?

>>243
I believe he's talking about the meme banners with the board names subtitled on top of them. Which in that case, we don't need those, since they'd all be kind of redundant and tacky.

someone should make a dark themed textboard style

>>210
>>211
done

Apparently the thread locking mechanism might need to be removed. Just typed a few paragraphs the did not appear.

Hello again, a few things I have to request.

Firtsly, please review and potentially delete a few of the post made under certain threads. There are a few post to which some people lack the fantasy aspect of particular rules. Even though some people can interpret what they're saying, others *Snowflakes Cough Cough* might misinterpret them (purposefully). Dont want to deal with that and people getting the wrong idea of people on this site (I do catch the irony). A good example of some post would actually be in discussion.

Secondly, (after handling the comments) I would suggest going to reddit and posting about Gurochan's revival. I would also suggest reaching out the the artists on pixiv and tumblr (if they still exist there) in they're contact and messaging them about Gurochan's return. A post a week on reddit and in steam should reattract enough attention. I believe we are lacking in 3DCG and Art because of lack of awareness. We usually get more content and even though I'm liking the volume of content here now, we could use alot more and every single day.

Keep me posted, I'll try to maybe contact some artist on my end aswell.

>:)

>>223
Did that happen in an non-locked thread? In any case, copying your text before posting is always a good practice in case captcha/upload fails.

>>224
Some posters are indeed trolling/flaming, we are taking care of them as we see. Soon there will be a reporting feature, meanwhile the easiest way to contact us is coming to #gurochan at Rizon (here is a link to it if you aren't familiar with IRC: https://kiwiirc.com/nextclient/irc.rizon.net/ put any nick and write #gurochan to channel part)

>I would suggest going to reddit and posting about Gurochan's revival
It has been done before, but unfortunately it didn't catch much attention.

>I would also suggest reaching out the the artists on pixiv and tumblr (if they still exist there) in they're contact and messaging them about Gurochan's return
I don't know about Tumblr but there are artists on Pixiv, we should indeed reach out to them. We don't know all artists who would be interested, so your help would be appreciated as well :)

Description: Judi meets a cute cosplayer that she likes ... she's been hired to kill her.

Fantastic story. More of this please, especially if it's loli and shota!!!

moar plz

>>84238
salsa plox