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Happy Birthday


(m/f, consensual, suicide, necrophilia, gore)



Edgar was having a terrible birthday. He kicked rocks with the toe of his boot as he trudged home but these small acts of violence did little to cheer him up. He was twenty nine years old that day and, as he reflected on his current situation, he was not pleased with where his life was.

The day actually hadn’t been that much worse than normal but since moving to the small farming town of Shadyvale, all of his days seemed terrible. Edgar was a cleric and served as a healer and spiritual guide to the people of Shadyvale. But it was always “Praise Pelor” this and “Blessings to Pelor” that whenever he mended a broken leg or cured a minor illness. The stupid bumpkins never acknowledged that fact that it was Edgar who actually worked all of this magic. No, there was never a “Praise Edgar” or even so much as a “Thank you Edgar” to be heard. He was a faithful servant of the sun god and he supposed that the dirt-farming simpletons thought that that meant that he wasn’t even a person in his own right.

The kicker to all of this was that Edgar wasn’t really a cleric of Pelor at all. His magic was granted to him by Hextor, the ruthless god of war and slaughter. And for a good number of years, he had been a model follower of this tyrannical god--he served his kingdom in times of war as a combat medic and, when that war was over, he lived as a mercenary adventurer doing any odd jobs that required his skills in tortuous pain-giving or mending of wounded flesh.

But he was forced to give all of that up when he had a falling out with the city’s local Adventurer’s Guild. He and a group of fellow “adventurers” had cleaned out a tomb just outside of town that had become infested with undead. Edgar had taken it for granted that any treasure in the possession of these monsters was part of the reward for their destruction but his partners had balked at this, claiming that it was “grave robbing”. What use does the ruined corpse of a long-dead noblewoman have for a wedding ring anyway? He had thought they had reached an agreement but one of his teammates had ratted him out to the guild. He barely escaped the city with his life but managed to stumble upon the small community of Shadyvale soon thereafter.

Which brought him to his current situation of patching up the boo boos suffered by the ignorant locals. At least the job came with a small cottage, although it had lain abandoned for several years and was basically falling apart. It was on the outskirts of town, which meant privacy but also meant a long walk between home and the “temple”, which was basically just a small room dedicated to that purpose on the ground floor of the inn.


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>>10984
You may be thinking of Resurrection?
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>>11020

Sounds like the kind of spell our protagonist ought to learn to cast.
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Wow! What a well written piece! Excellent work on the details. It's refreshing to see a story that pays attention to things like realistic breast size, blood streaks, cum spray, etc. This story also has really good pacing, flows well, and is nearly typo free.

The D&D setting caught me by surprise the moment I read "Praise Pelor". I'm sitting somewhere where I have to be very quiet so laughing out loud is problematic. :-D Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm surprised that more stories don't use this setting.

I'm looking forward to reading more.
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Good story, with an imaginative premise. Don’t be afraid to say cock and cunt though. Reading penis and vagina repeatedly was not all that hot.
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NOICE

Requests
i remember having a flashgame, where you could do anything to a girl. does anybody know its name or some other stuff? it was japanese or something
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Torture chamber is pretty good, 4 different girls you can do a lot of messed up stuff to/kill. Plus if you do kill one theres an injection you can use to revive them... even works if you decapitate them @.@

granony.r.ribbon.to/game/torture/v2/play.html

Literature
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ziggF0f27o

"I miss Yalsi." Sister Izka spoke of the Sister Repentia who slept just outside the window. "I hope I get to see her again."
It had been a rough week. The process of stripping and shaving Sister Yalsi was tiring and confusing. Speaking of her like she was dead, Izka knew her former Battle Sister could still hear her, but she reasoned it as being like a spirit or ghost.
Yaski, for her part, stayed quiet. Was she sleeping? Izka wanted her to hear her.

'Always the sweetest one, how'd she become such a badass?' Yalsi wondered, eyes wide open and glued to the stars above her. So few could ever be lucky enough to have a home under the open sky. This was her last night like this.

The rest of the planet's citizens lived within miles of skyscrapers, never seeing direct sunlight. Her week of penitence as human being was over. She had been whipped and made to crawl through boiling water. Her skin was bruised everywhere. Bandages covered her.

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Zaz woke. 'Alley way in Commorragh' He thought to himself 'And I'm still alive. Man I'm just too awesome to die.'

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Requests
What is this from? Anyone know? (Or at least have a bigger picture)

Requests
Found it on e-hentai then paheal, but no artist.

Discussion
How would you design it?

Flip their entire digestive track around? Then what about urine?

Or... they eat with their asses and poop and talk with their mouths... but they use farts to vocalize instead of lungs?

Requests
I know there is burning here but I'd like to see the burned corpse too.

Discussion
My dream world would be a world of anarchy where people realise the true value of human life, where we can kill, rape and eat eachother all we want.

Meat from little boys would be sold on the markets, same with little girls. It would be a world like today, but without the corrupt governments, taxation and other bullshit.

Organizations and businesses would still exist, and there would be a form of currency (blood, maybe?)

McDonald's would be made of ground up children <3 lol


what about you guys?
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>>6611
Let's throw in a noose and knife and call it a plan!
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>>6609
>.Subversion? That’s it? Oh Onix that is disappointing. When you mercilessly told that girl to shove skewers through her bosom, Raven and I thought we found some sort of kindred spirit in our midst. But subversion... is just social trolling.


I think you got it totally wrong. I said is only because she wants to do that. She herself is the subversion of normal reality. I am enjoying not her suffering but her enjoyment.
Yes, indeed I agree that is kind of trolling but not entirely, because I do not target individual people I target the system itself.

>>I need no reason, no fantasy, no excuse, no apologies. I am, that I am. And that is all.
Yes, this is what makes us different because I do not have any identity. There is nothing specific what I like or what I want to be as long as I get to enjoy some action.
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FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
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>>6613
*spits out the energy drink I was sipping on*
PPPPPPPHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Onix

Onix Onix Onix...

Your identity is Onix, or you would be posting anonymously. You don't NEED a name on this forum but you chose to have one.

I can identify you.

You have an identity.
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Okay Onix, I will offer one last attempt. I will offer an analogy that might help:

There are two women in a department store. Both are white. Both have adopted sons. The first woman has an adopted son that is black. The second has an adopted son that is white.

Both children start throwing massive tantrums.

A duchebag goes up to the woman with the little black boy and says, "Ma`am, could you please silence your dependant. "

The woman looks at him funny, "You mean my son?"

The man says, "No ma'am, he is clearly not your son. You are white, he is black. Genetically and biologically you are absolutely not his mother. You are his guardian, and the sooner you come to terms with that the happier you will both be. Now silence him or get out."

He then turns to the other woman and makes the same request, "Ma'am, could you please silence your son?"

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File Sharing
Im starting a facebook page guro themed (and other sexual things) if anyone is eager to help www.facebook.com/Guro-and-K-430825647112813/?skip_nax_wizard=true
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That's...a bad idea tbh.
Please read this shit, then decide if it would be good for facebook to know about your fetishes...
https://stallman.org/facebook.html

Requests
I recall Riven tripped on Teemo’s mushroom in it? Can’t find it now, help please.
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Thanks, guy!

Requests
Is there a link to a more complete collection? Or pixiv? Is this fellow still drawing?

https://e-hentai.org/g/1138009/59d12522f8/
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>>9257
He does. But he seems to do it irregularly and like once or twice in a year.
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Awesome! Would you please supply a link? These Japanese sides are hard to navigate without proper language skills.
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Pixiv 2856247

Requests
A few pictures of a quadruple amputee Mami being hanged dropped off pixiv the other day. Been looking for them elsewhere without much luck. If anyone's got them laying around or any leads, it'd be appreciated.

Requests
plz...

Requests
Just a simple request.
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Literature
So, this is only chapter one for now. It continues from here and I'll update when I can. This first chapter is about a woman who awakens finding herself on a dissection table.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

The wooden table was at an incline and the straps that held her in place tugged at her skin as gravity tried to pull her down. She squirmed against it and against the haze suffocating her thoughts. Where was she? Last thing she recalled she was in her bedroom doodling and listening to music.

Her senses settled, and she looked around. It was a dimly-lit room with antiquated medical instruments on aged wooden tables. The walls were a grey brick, the floor was stone smoothed by so many feet. Most importantly though, was the small crowd of people surrounding her…watching her. They were all in lab coats; men, women, and…monsters? Her mind couldn’t seem to formulate an image for what her eyes were seeing but her attention was taken by a man who stood very close to her left side.

He was lean, with pale skin and black hair that contrasted his unearthly blue eyes. They glowed like pools of electricity the color of blue topaz. He was talking, but at first, she couldn’t quite understand him. His voice was deep, but gentle, almost soothing.

She shook her head and a pressure in her ears released. His voice came in clearer.

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>>11792
I am trying to do one chapter from her perspective and one from his, back and forth. So, I chose this one from his perspective, but the next one will definitely be from hers. I can remember-visit this last theme from her perspective later if you think it's a good idea. I'm sure I can fit it into the plot. (Which there certainly is one :D) I'm glad you seem to like it so far!
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Some hard vore! Enjoy! Please leave comments/suggestions/etc. Thank you! :)

Chapter 3

He watched her absent-mindedly through the bars as she sat in a dirty cell with chains around her wrists. She was wearing a dirty sack dress that went to her knees. He was dressed in a uniform of black and red, with what appeared to be a red cape draping behind. Its placement defied physics in that it didn’t seem to be cloth, but instead an undulating red trail emanating from the back of his uniform. Beside him was another man, clad in black and yellow with curly blonde hair and irises so dark brown they looked like voids staring into her. The blonde man had a bemused smile on his face.

“So, this is the lady you were telling me about. She is lovely.”

“That’s a stupid statement,” he said bluntly.

“Don’t be that way, you know I’m only admiring your handiwork. It’s legendary. She truly looks like a human.” Indeed, the two men, while human in features, were unnaturally perfect. “Any particular reason you chose this form for her?”

He tilted his head and said, “I found her on earth. This body looks most like her. That shade of brown in her hair and her honey colored eyes. I took one of the other bodies that looked most like her and tweaked it just a little, just to try to capture what she looks like in real life. It was a poor and hurried attempt.”

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A wonderful story, well written!!
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Fine stuff, I'm really impressed.

There's enough detail to immerse yourself without too much detail slowing the pace down, or making it feel bloated. The use of language is good and very descriptive, and you're using the right amount of words.

If I was going to change anything, I'd split the paragraphs a little smaller. It's just a little thing, but it'd make a difference. I would also limit the synopsis you give with each post - it's important to have one, but it's almost important to leave the audience wondering what they're in for.

Keep it up, you're a talent.
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Voila! Some good old fashioned violence. Mostly I'm trying to fill in some story and offer a different experience each time. As always, comments and feedback are always appreciated!

Chapter 4

“You don’t know that for sure,” said Devon to the body maker. He looked enough like the body maker to give the impression they could be brothers. Though his hair was curly and his eyes a darker sapphire than his friend’s blue topaz. He wore all black, casual attire, but he was hunched, a tension behind his eyes. He leaned up against the wall, arms crossed and bangs in his face.

“She just took it!” The body maker was leaned over a long glass case which contained the body of a woman. It was the same body that had been fed to the dogs, only he had restored it and dressed in a dress of red and black. His hands gripped the edges of the box, knuckles white. He was in his uniform of black and red.

There were two rows of those glass coffins, each with a different body that now had an attachment to a particular soul. Each soul was potentially his lost love. The room was not large, but the ceiling was high with red drapes decorating the walls.

“Look, she could just…not remember anything. I mean, humans rarely recall anything prior to birth.” The body maker didn’t reply to his friend. He waited patiently, seeing his friend’s eyes darken to a shade similar to his own. The search was driving him mad. He prepared himself for the repercussions of what he was about to say, took a deep breath, and said, “You may never find her. You know that, right?”

Sure enough, his friend’s face snapped up to look at him, his eyes now a deep reflective ocean blue. His jaw worked, and he stormed up to him. Devon didn’t budge. The body maker roared and flung his fist in the direction of Devon, but Devon stayed motionless as the fist collided with the wall behind him. The fist kept punishing the wall beside his ear and he waited patiently for the tantrum to finish.

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Artwork
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I have been trying to find a very specific image of a girl getting fucked by some sort of pile driver/drill sex machine only there is a monitor to the side indicating that the device has drilled too far and ruptured her womb, essentially killing her, though I don't think there is much blood if any. Anyone have this image because I can not for the life of me find it.
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That's it! Thank you very much, I really couldn't find it anywhere.

Literature
Just another story I wrote, based on a guro picture. Let me know what you think!


disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!




“Next!” an unseen man shouted from inside the room.

Ahead of her, the line moved forward as a girl she couldn't see started pleading. She sounded terrified, but her pleas were of no help. Trembling in fear, she moved forward silently, following the girl in front of her.

The air in the hallway was cold, and her body was covered in goose bumps, but despite that she was sweating. Around her a few girls were crying hysterically while other looked blankly ahead.


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Hey, nice to see you're back.

Any chance you'll be reuploading your stories to asstr, or somewhere else?
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>>11835
That is a tricky question! On the one hand, the younger they are the more tender the meat will be, but on the other you want some meat on those roasted ribs, don't you!?

>>11837
You are in luck, I already have! (add the dots back)

www asstr org/~Eficient/
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>>11840 Cool! It's a shame you're so demotivated by the lack of responses. I guess this just isn't the right "genre" to be able to enjoy the "fame". Just know that I (as many others, I'm sure) really enjoyed your stories. Some were more up my alley than others, but you were (and are) definitely in the top ~10% for me.
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Always nice to see more nc processing stories around here.
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>>11847
I don't think I am after fame, but a nice comment from time to time is always nice. However, as I said before, I am as much a lurker as others, so I can't really complain! And thanks!

>>11848
Thanks man. There more on my site if you want to check them out!

Discussion
Once my wife let me put a large pane of glass on her back and I used her like a table while I fucked her and teased her. What she didn't know is that I was looking at snuff porn here on Gurochan at the time.

Now, years later, she knows all about my dark fetishes and I currently have her on my dick, once again being used as a table.

I'd appreciate it if anyone reading this would let her know she's a good girl. I know I'm probably going to get some hateful trolls commenting here, but please be nice. :-D
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>>5930
I meant "confession". She didn't know I had been visiting Gurochan in the past, nor did she know what I was doing when I made my post. My post was meant to embarrass, surprise, and compliment her.
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One time I injected gasoline into a drug addict, I missed his vein tho so sadly he dident die.
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since my wife was dead, I raped my daughter she was 10 but she like it so its not a rape, me and my daughter been fucking for 10 years now, she loves me so much and i love her so much, now she's joining a porno studio and idgaf. now shes 20 and being a porno star in los angeles, i still fucking her too in daily basis even on her MFC cam shit, life's good when u got a daughter that is useful for you sex life, comfort and utility! She loves me so much she wants me to not have a job and just enjoy life, she brings her pornstar friends to fuck me orgy, fuck life is so good, sex is part of her and my life, i never thought that my life would be this great, i thought id just be living typical white man's life, get a job, getting married, raising kids and die, me? haa get a job getting married, raising a sex slave, have fun with pornstar, premature retirement, life's good, living in a condo in LA, with my sexy daughter and her pornstar friends, fuck yeah, i dont need to be rich as billgates, if there's a condo, no job but money keeps coming, sexy girls and slave daughter, thats all i need
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well that escalated quickly :P
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>>6533
That sounded like a 4chan greentext. Believable.jpeg
I guess that's a good life ... as long as you don't want anything out of life, besides satisfying your most base desire.

Discussion
I have been long time visiting here and I always thank for many great artists! I wanted to make my own works but my painting skills are terrible and do not improve...so I couldn't.

A month ago, I downloaded SMF on steam and I could make some pictures what I imagined, and It was wonderful time for me. But there are not many models which I can use, so It's restricted to make some situations.

I have a dream that I'm making CGs with my own characters and models. But I don't have any knowledge about that. What do I have to study for making 3D CGs?
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If you want something more flexible you need to get DAZ3d and Zbrush
also, you will need some image editor like photoshop to edit textures.

there is no need to study anything just do what you want and learn in the process. You can ask questions when you don't know something
I have some suggestions how to get started but I will tell that later if necessary.
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Onix is right. Both Poser (expensive) and DAZ Studio (free) are great tools and easy to learn if you use their tutorials. I paid $50 for some great tutorials for Poser. I use Photoshop for touching up, particularly getting Gamma and exposure right. Also glad to help if you get into Poser.
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>>6515
>>6527
Thank you for great advise!
There are lots of things I want to make. It will take some time I can use those well, but I will!!
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>>6541
It is not hard unless you want to do lots of gore and other stuff with mutilated bodies.
So what kind of stuff you want to make?

I guess you may face some problems when you start especially with slow renderings and other similar technical issues but don't rush to change models trying to make it work better as it is often quite easy to fix those problems.

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