>>11584
Ok apparently it's a music video called "Open Love Letter" by Jeremie Perin. Still tring to find a good quality source.

Artist's name is "relik" check it out on pixiv

>>11614
no this isn't Rellik.

It's obviously Jeremie Perin, the person that did the Last Man TV series.

Wow I'm impressed at how easily Chinese is translated into English. It's WAY more understandable than Japanese when using Machine translations.
So unfair.

>>27117
Never mind, it's still not perfect.
But it's not too horrible either.
Would deff prefer an official translation if he's looking to do that since it says "English" at the start but isn't choose-able.

>>27118
If you rip the aceipt I'll translate a boy

A bit

>>27119
Jesus I can't type,
if you rip the script I'll translate parts of it***

Realistically, I'd stay home, especially if there was news footage of the Purge that I could watch. I'd sit there with my phone and my machete waiting for someone to try breaking in.

>>8590
Yeah that guy! I'd try to kill him.

realistically? get laid. not rape (look at me, and the very idea is ridiculous) just a hooker.

no murder, but there's one or two people who might get kneecapped. bullies from years ago who have it coming

Let's be honest, any major institution (government, churches, etc) and company will have made sure to protect themselves to the hilt with the army and/or mercenaries/militias, who for that night will have no bars placed on their bloodlust. So, attempting to do anything against them is a non-starter no matter how large a rioting mob you can get together, because they'll just break out the assault rifles, RPGs, chaingun-and-hellfire equipped helicopters, proximity mines etc and cut you all to bloody ribbons within a matter of seconds. Including the NRA nuts, if you're in a country where heavy weaponry is easily available to the general public.

The real losers in any such situation will be the little guys - small business and low rent private residences that happen to get in the way of the mob. See any real world city centre riot for an example, though in this case you're not quite as safe from your fellow mobsters as in a typical riot because you haven't got quite the usual same us-vs-the-man unity of purpose and are at risk of being attacked by any other random member of the crowd should you let your guard slip for a single second. Unless you're already a gangbanger you probably wouldn't survive being part of it.

Really, anyone on this forum is probably at a distinct disadvantage.

I'm in a rather secure location myself, as my apartment is the last one on the hall on the top floor, in a low rise building (thus no fire escapes, internal roof access, elevators or balconies - the only way in or out is the main stairwell) made of hard-to-burn materials. It's therefore extremely easy to defend (rig up some metal shutters for the windows and front door, perhaps work with neighbours to organise fitting them to every apartment in the small block for mutual protection, and then go full Tower Defence on the stairwell and the outdoor approach to it… South African anti-carjacker flammenwerfers, razor wire, high voltage electrification, smoke machines, flashbang style strobes and sirens, and cctv plus fire suppression systems of course… maybe some passive periscopes, battery powered lighting and systems actuated without electricity in case the power gets cut), and up an obscure side street just the right distance from the nearest main strips that it would likely be ignored both by those looking to smash the shit out of downtown and those who prefer to fuck up the suburbs or hunt isolated residences in the countryside.

Perhaps just hole up by myself hermit style with some strong coffee, home-made morningstar and a machete or short spear, in my kevlar-webbing and polystyrene joint protector motorbike gear (what's good for protecting you from falling off at 70+ mph is also fairly good as melee armour), including the helmet and gloves, and settle in for the tensest game of FNAF or SCPCB ever…

Or maybe allow a select few intimately trusted family and/or friends to huddle there with me, though there'd have to be some additional, agreed-on mutual protection measures to provide some assurance against any one of us going rogue (including myself of course, though we could probably trust the under-10s…), though I don't know how you'd easily do that in a ~2000sqft flat. Maybe each person or small mutually trustworthy group (parent(s) + child(ren) for example) could have a room each, with armour and strong, two-way mechanical-timer locks on each door and a pre-inspection to check for kill-traps.

Or just armour the fuck out of the flat and garage, lock the car away, take my compact 2-man tent and some makeshift weapons and perimeter defences, get on the bike and get the fuck out of town, using its greater offroad abilities to reach somewhere random and defendable to camp out that's several hour's on-foot travel from any population centre, and preferably any hard surfaced road. Start point is almost dead centre of a pretty major conurbation, but with a few hours head start before the clock starts, a 20-litre (or even jus t 1 or 2x 5-litre) jerrycan of fuel and some google maps research in the weeks leading up to the purge, there's plenty of suitable pieces of trackless wilderness that I'm familiar with and could reach with reasonable ease, especially with the aid of an easily handled offroad capable powered vehicle, with countless rocky outcrops that could keep a person hidden from any overlook or other distant observer whilst still giving them the ability to see anyone else approaching. Sure, the tyre tracks may be a giveaway, but following those, at night, either on foot or another bike would be quite a challenge. Especially if I took a random, repeatedly overlapping ride around the area first, maybe a day or two earlier to avoid making too much obvious noise.

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Honestly, I wouldn't do a whole lot. I live in a poor neighborhood in the middle of nowhere, so there's nothing for me to really loot. Most likely, I'd have to defend my house from all the damn crackheads around here.

Under the circumstances in which the purge is real, I'd build a cinder-block wall around my property and top it with razor wire. During purge night, I'd stay locked in my home with my family and my guns. Any invaders would be shot on sight. Realistically, that's about it.

You're in luck. That just so happens to be one of the very few I have in original quality in my archive. If you have any archived i'd be interested in taking a look too.

>>11601
Nah unfortunately not, was a fool not to back anything up. Any reason why he abruptly left?

Part 2: No Pain, No Gain

The sheer violence was what stood out the most as he continuously whipped her. It resonated through her with each and every painful lash, sending razor sharp sensations of agony that burnt like fire, over and over again. He just kept on whipping her, holding nothing back as he set up his body for yet another thrash, throwing his weight behind the swing so that the braided whip would really slice across her already aching breasts.

Her body reacted to the strike without her even realising it anymore. Whilst restrained by her wrists, there was no where for her to go to shield herself from the punishment but she twisted around anyway as the newest welt began to form on her otherwise unblemished skin. It just hurt. It always hurt. No matter how many times she went through this, it never stopped hurting.

Looking on as the man once again prepared himself to deliver yet another lash, Ruth helplessly wondered whether or not her pain was lost to him. He simply didn't care about how much he was hurting her. He didn't need to care either. After all, he was free to hurt her as much as he wanted and there wasn't a single thing that Ruth could do to stop him. She couldn't even beg for his mercy.

Despite of how much she wished the pain to come to a end, she helped her client carry on as he warmed up. Instead of sobbing for him to stop, she soldiered on, taking blow after blow, acting as nothing more than a whipping post for the man to destroy. It should have scared her to see just how much he was enjoying doing this to her but for whatever reason, she decided to respond only by encouraging him to go on.

Ruth turned back around so that she was facing him, struggling to pivot herself on her increasingly unstable legs that were shaking and marked with vicious welts. Now looking directly at him, she knew she was going to regret it but she foolishly did what she always did without regarding her own wellbeing. The chip forced her mouth to smile but it was through her own will that she chose to cutely smirk.

Her face was red with flushness from the incredible levels of both physical and mental stress that the whipping was causing her, and black streaks of ruined mascara were dripping down her cheeks but the man played almost no attention to the obvious signs of suffering that could easily be seen. All of his focus was squarely on Ruth's smirk. From his perspective, he had been whipping her at full force and yet this cunt had the nerve to smirk at him.

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That is as much of the story as exists at this point in time; or at least as much as has been posted on ravishu.com.

I highly recommend that site by the way, its extreme board is full of great stories.

>>7974
Thanks! Glad to see that people like it. I hope to have a new story finished soon.

Very good

Hey, it's nice to be see that people liked this one!

Awesome

Good story

look through this thread
https://www.gurochan.cx/g/res/61870.html

Can you please post what you have?

Carl / AKA Robert Adler

>>10820
https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=70274020

by the way, install this extension https://saucenao.com/tools/ and never have to wait for random internet strangers to provide you the source of something, ever again.

>>5470
>leaf thingy clipping through guy's leg
>girl looks more annoyed than in any kind of pain
>arrows hard durable enough to pin her hands to stone

Otherwise it's bretty guud. Instead of making the entire scene lighter, you could darken the background and put a torch or campfire near the models; that way, it's be a night scene.

But yeah. Either way, keep it up. ♥

Thanks for the feedback, I'll work on the expression, especially since it's not getting the proper message across. She's actually pinned to a tree, it looks like a boulder doesn't it? I'll have to replace those buggers with something else. This is why I should never post my work at 4 am in the morning without a final check. Either way, this constructive criticism is exactly what I need.

Making an animation is one thing, but backtracking and fixing a screwy animation is 10 times harder. I think I will reuse the linkle model, but I'm going to build a new animation with her, from the ground up, while taking the previous suggestions into consideration.

Dude much better! only advise is that she looks more inconvenienced than in pain, keep it up :)

>>15599
I faped hard to this! :D Shame there are only the two of them. But damn its hot! I hope next we gonna get some anal and breast/head play! :D

>>14010
I checked your other stories and they are ok (skin suit part in that zombie one was HOT) but they are 90% happy "noone important dies or get hurt for reall" kind. In this one at least Lara body is actualy dead even if she respawn in a new one. I prefer my dead bodies to be dead. :) But despite that and how silly(if not borderline retarded- sory but its true) some of the characters act in those other stories they are well made and writen.

>>15610

Haha, we cater for a very specific kink and our focus on kinda silly and non-lethal gore is not gonna be everyone's preference. I'm glad you can get some sort of enjoyment out of them though!

And yes, I have a special place in my heart for skinning

>>15611 well at least this story have a proper necrophilia. And I hope you will do more symilar stories with some sexy Dead girls! :D

Lucy’s Final Adjustment [Fairy Tail; m/f; neck snap; necrophilia; non-con]

“Welcome to the Magnolia Chiropractic Clinic!” The slim man with long, wiry fingers sitting behind the shop’s counter greeted Lucy. “How may I help you?”

“I’ve been having some issues with back pain.” Lucy answered. “One of my friends, Cana, recommended this place, so I decided to come give it a try.”

“Oh, you know Cana? She’s a regular here. In fact, she was here for a treatment just earlier today.” With a professional smile the chiropractor stood up. “Back pain, you said? I think we can do something about that. This way, please.”

He led her to a small, well lit room with a padded table in the center.“Before we start, could you please put those to the side?” The chiropractor pointed to the key ring and whip attached to her belt. “They might get in the way during the treatment.”

Lucy complied, placing the items in the corner of the room. She did feel a little naked being without her keys in front of a stranger, but Cana had recommended him, so it was probably gonna be alright.

Following the chiropractor’s instructions, Lucy laid down on the table, her head facing downwards. As soon as she had settled in, Lucy heard a click coming from the table beneath her, and suddenly felt cold metal clamps lock around her wrists and ankles.“Hey, what’s this about?” Lucy tried to break free, but her restraints didn’t budge.

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The man’s footsteps fading as he left the room, Lucy continued trying to break free, but to no avail, and shouting for help didn’t seem to produce any response either. Several minutes later, the chiropractor returned to the room, and with a loud thud dropped something onto the floor in front of her.

Lucy gasped in shock as she recognized Cana’s lifeless, half-naked body, her face frozen in an expression of utter terror.“C-Cana? What’s going on?!” Only then she realized Cana’s head had been twisted around to stare out over her back, which, combined with the fact that she lay there unmoving in only her bikini top and panties, as well as the sight of the bruised, distended flesh of her neck, made the fate of Lucy’s friend plainly obvious. Tears of grief welling up, Lucy briefly closed her eyes, before looking away from Cana’s body and glaring at her captor. “You…you fucking murderer! You’re not gonna get away with this!”

The chiropractor simply ignored her threat. “Now that you’ve seen how effective this particular method is, it’s time to get started on your treatment.”

With a surge of dread, Lucy suddenly realized his intentions. “W-wait. P-please don’t do this!” Lucy renewed her struggles against her unyielding restraints as the man walked out of her sight again and a few seconds later, a large weight settled onto her lower back as he climbed onto the table and sat on top of her.

“Somebody help me! Natsu! Erza! Anybody!” Lucy screamed as loud as she could, but to no reaction whatsoever. A thrill of fear ran down her spine as she felt the chiropractor’s hands gripping her head, one on her chin and another on the back of her head. “Please, don’t do this, I’ll do anything! I’m the heiress to the Heartfilia family fortune, I-I’ll give you all of it! I’ll let you fuck me, I’ll be your sex slave! Anything!”

“Are you ready?” The chiropractor whispered. “3…”

“No, please!” Lucy began thrashing around, hardly registering the pain as the shackles scraped against her wrists and ankles.

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I really, really like that countdown. Any more like this?

I mean, I could write another. I am working on an execution style story. Not sure about a countdown though.

please post more art!

Zako22

I tried to comment on your blog, but it didn't seem to show up. I'm not sure if it just got caught in a spam filter or something, but I'm posting my vote here as well just to be sure:

My vote is for Melanie. My bidder is an expy of Kaname Madoka (from Puella Magi Madoka Magica). Pink-haired Japanese girl with an incredibly sweet and caring personality, occupies the shy-and-cute end of the sexiness spectrum. She joins the volunteers after making her bid.

>>15404

Frustrating that your post was blocked. I've reviewed the settings and, aside from some sort of Blogspot error (irritatingly likely…) there's nothing that should stop posts.

If you've got a gmail account and log in with that, that should help. As long as you're ok with having your gmail tied to your post.

Otherwise, email me your post/feedback. In the meantime I'll get a few friends to test posting to see if I can figure out what's up.

Glad you're enjoying the story!

Cheers,
Bill

>>15404

Oh, also, no underage characters.

So we're clear.

I also won't add pregnant characters on account of personal preference.

A cute, pink-haired character in their 20s though? Super legit!

Cheers,
Bill

Bit of a slacker here - forgot to post Round 03 so I'm going to add 2 rounds to the mix right now.

ROUND_03

"Well, well folks - we've had two of our luscious volunteers get themselves fed to these hungry critters. Which one of our assembled lovelies do you think will be next to get devoured?!?" Jenny called out to the assembled crowd and was met with a raucous cheer.

"Will it be our resident ginger, Melanie?" Jenny indicated a busty redhead who snapped finger guns back at her and squeezed her boobs at the audience.

"Or, will you make the day for the amaaaazingly-chesty Danielle Dawson?" Jenny called out, indicating the huge-busted brunette beauty who strutted forward with her boobs thrust out.

"Come on people! Feed these giant titties to something!" Danielle called out, indicating her massive melons.

"Would you prefer the lovely Sasha?" Jenny asked, gesturing at a giggly pink-haired babe with tattoos down her arms, big pink-nippled breasts and a thick cock with a metal prince albert ring through the tip.

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And, as promised, Round 4!

ROUND_04

"Yum, yum, yum and more yum!" Jenny called out to the growing audience. "It seems we're not just eager to please, we're also delicious!" She beamed, gesturing at the gaggle of gorgeous volunteers behind her on the stage.

"And eager to raise money for a good cause." Purred Naomi, the professional-looking futa babe with long brown hair, a full 12" cock and a great, round, set of tits riding high on her chest. "Like what you see? Want to watch it get slowly devoured and digested?" She cooed, entwining her hands into her lustrous hair and posing to present her firm breasts, toned body, and erect cock. "Come on then, bid high and vote for me. I'd love to put on a show for you…"

"You want a show? Turf that tame babe and serve up some hot sauce!" Barked the freckled redhead, Melanie, as she shoved her fists under her impressive breasts and bounced her ample assets atop her knuckles. "You got that, ripe titties and an ass that won't quit!" She crowed, spinning around to cock her hips and present her ass. Grinning over her shoulder she gave her pink butt a sexy wiggle and smacked it, hard enough to leave a hand-print. "Ooh! Yeah, that's delicious!" She laughed, jiggling her ripe rump before spinning back around and sticking her tongue out at the crowd. "Go on and vote for me you wimps!"

"You want a show?" Drawled the huge-busted Danielle Dawson, shoving her massive chest out and caressing the huge, thick-nippled, globes of her oversized breasts. "These are the headliners right here. Bid away and make a feast out of these babies. If you're the big bidder and vote for me I promise to go down any way you want me to…" With a wink she gyrated on the stage, teasing the audience as she groped and squeezed her gigantic breasts.

"Oooh, yes, I'd love to give you a show…" Breathed the femme dude Hythe as he minced up to the front of the stage and dropped to his spread knees, presenting his long, pale, cock and offering up the leash attached to his slave collar. "Make me yours?" He teased.

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