I tried this game, but when I downloaded it the girl was invisible...

>>47075
Also, is there a way to genuinely know this isn't a malicious program?

Can somebody else upload Nemo's version again?
The last post is from 2 years ago…

Can you add a belly inglating torture till her belly burst like an overfilled ballon? Maybe pregnancy too

>>47419
I thought I was the only one.

Despite enjoying a glass of wine or two with her friends, Beth had never been someone that alcohol effected too deeply and today was no exception. Certainly the wine they had all been knocking back at quite a rate helped to numb her sensations and made enduring the heat of the broth in which she sat bearable, as well as relaxing her for what was to come, but she was in no way out of her senses and understood exactly what was about to happen as Adeola tugged her head upwards by her hair. Following Laura’s example and sitting on her hands, she could feel her neck stretching as her shoulders were kept in place, exposing her throat to the blade that her friend and fellow organiser had shown herself more than competent with. As the knife was drawn from beneath one ear to the other, she expected it to hurt, or at least to burn, but the sensation was peculiarly not like being cut at all but more like being karate-chopped in the throat, or how she imagined that would feel at least, having thankfully never experienced it for real. This was followed almost immediately with the uncomfortable sensation of her throat being full, as if she had accidentally taken a gulp of water in the sea or swimming pool but when she tried to cough it up, she seemed to have difficulty expelling it from her mouth. Bloody saliva bubbled out and she felt a hot, tricking sensation on her chest as if more near-boiling water were being poured down in.

Not hesitating for a moment, Adeola continued to cut all the way around Beth’s neck, down to the bone. As her muscles were sliced through, Beth experienced a strange sensation of floppiness, finding it impossible to hold her head up like a newborn baby or a marionette with its strings cut. She has expected her vision to blur when the end came but, with her spine as the only thing keeping her head attached to her body, it was actually her hearing that went first. It must only have taken a matter of seconds, there was no way it could be otherwise, but in the same way time often slows down for people experiencing a car crash or some other traumatic event, Beth felt fully aware of the changes as first things started to sound distorted, as if she were under water, then very distant and finally silent. She could not feel anything below her neck but Adeola’s strong hands on her cheeks felt warm and comforting as she took hold. There was a sharp twist followed by a snap which she felt rather than heard and only then did her vision begin to fade, starting with a darkness around the edges which slowly closed inwards like the end of an old movie. Everything she was looking at seemed to slow down, like watching a film in slow motion, one frame at a time. As Adeola carried her towards the spikes, Beth observed the world around her take on an over-saturated look before the colours faded to monochrome, the darkness at the edge of her vision creeping ever inwards until there was only a dot of white light in the middle. She felt the spike in her neck, piercing the roof of her mouth, but before she could quite make up her mind how she felt about it, she was gone.

“Well?” Adeola rounded on her husband rather sternly. “What are you still standing there for?” She rolled her eyes at the blank expression on his face. “Go fetch the scraps from the other piggies!” She told him. “Add them to the pot! Nothing wasted, remember?” Rather sheepishly, he hurried off and returned a minute later pushing the wheelbarrow with the mostly skeletal remains of what had been Sarah and Helen inside. The only parts not completely stripped of meat being sections of their hands and feet and a little around some joints. Mr Rogers had sorted their edible organs from the scrap but these would be either going on the grill or baked in foil directly in the coals. Together, slightly awkwardly since a skeleton held together by bits of connective tissue is far more unwieldy than a whole body, even one that is a dead weight, the two dads managed to transfer the remnants of their daughters into the pot, breaking parts off and dropping them in to help them fit and settle. Although there was not a lot of meat left on them, the bones would add to the over-all flavour of the stew.

Once the wheelbarrow had been emptied, two of the women went to the kitchen and came back with washing-up bowls filled with peeled and chopped potatoes and other vegetables which they added to the pot. Adeola then mixed in the thick, concentrated red-wine stock which would give the liquid a more viscous quality then, with all the ingredients in place, the dads were tasked with lifting the heavy iron lid onto the pot so that the meat within could begin to cook properly.

With all the major “set pieces” of the afternoon’s entertainment complete, the guests had now simply to wait for the food to be ready to enjoy! Likely to be ready first was the meat from the two young women, the first expertly-butchered parts of which were now ready to go on the grill.

Wanting to honour her young volunteer’s promise, Adeola took charge of one of Sarah’s breasts, cutting deep scores in the meat over which she drizzled honey diluted with a little apple cider, then used wooden toothpicks to fix pineapple rings onto it, including one cheekily placed around the nipple, then wrapping the whole thing in foil and placing it directly into the coals to bake. Her remaining breast, along with both of Helen’s, were cut into thick slices and placed in skillets on the grill, some with garlic butter, some with more of the honey and cider mix and some with a sweet chilli sauce. As visually appealing as they were and as much as they were considered prestige cuts, Adeola understood that large breasts really did not have a lot of natural flavour and tasted mostly of whatever they were cooked in, the creamy texture of the meat meaning they absorbed and soaked up flavours delectably.

Hey younger daughter’s, she knew, would be a little more flavoursome but not by much, given how big they were for her age. However, she relied on the fact that anyone who took a slice would likely garnish the meat with fried onions and other condiments which would go some way towards masking the rather bland flavour of the meat itself. As the smallest of all the meat-girls on the menu that day, it was Shelly’s tits that were likely to be the tastiest and she wanted to make sure that her sweet boyfriend who had been so helpful throughout the day got a whole one to himself. Really the best and most delicious breast-meat was that of a young girl between the ages of eleven and thirteen, right at the beginning of puberty, with tiny but incredibly rich and tasty little tits, but there were none of those on the menu that day!

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It was not long before all the guests were tucking in heartily to the grilled meat of the two lovers, lovingly and, even Adeola was forced to admit, rather expertly barbecued by their dads, enjoying their chance to shine on a day where they had mostly been low-tier backup and best and in the way at worst! Honouring Sarah’s promise, Adeola gave the foil-wrapped, baked breast to the group of girls who had kept Mike distracted to share, assuring them correctly that the meat would be tender enough just to pull apart with the wooden picnic forks provided. The happy group of friends made themselves comfortable in a circle on the grass, the gently-steaming and deliciously sweet-smelling treat in the middle and proceeded to help themselves hungrily.

Although the meat of two tall, rather curvy young women definitely went a long way, there was no question of anyone being too full to enjoy the next treat to be served up which was the two whole-roasted teens, lifted carefully off the coals and placed in the carving mounts where, once again, the two dads, or technically speaking one dad and one uncle to this pair, were able to show off their skills with a carving knife and soon everyone was enjoying the deliciously-seasoned, smokey-flavoured teen meat. In accordance with her promise, Mike was served Shelly’s deliciously plump fillet, along with one whole breast and a thick slice of her rump. The other breast was shared between her parents while Adeola shared out one of Andi’s much larger breasts among the women who had come along to help her, keeping her younger daughter’s fillet for herself, while the two dads shared the other. Of course there was still plenty of meat from both girls, especially from the rump and thigh area, to go around and by the time the young teens were stripped to the bone, everyone was feeling very full indeed!

Fortunately, they had over three hours to let their food go down, during which they all happily chatted, socialised and enjoyed some more drinks, until the stew was ready to serve. As the sun began to set, Henry lit Tiki torches around the edge of the garden and built a bonfire from scrap wood over the now-cooled roasting pit, onto which the remains of Andi and Shelly’s carcasses were tossed.

Rather than serving the stew in disposable cups like most people expected, Adeola brought out and passed around beautiful, clearly hand-made ceramic bowls which she explained had been in her family for generations and had originally been made for this kind of feast and so it seemed appropriate to use them for the party. When some of the guests queried with polite surprise how she had enough for everyone, she explained that there had originally been enough for the whole village and her Great-Great-Grandmother, give or take a “great” or two, had been entrusted with them. They had been passed on to the oldest daughter of each generation and her mother had brought them with her when she moved to the country and had since entrusted them to her. Everyone ate carefully, not wanting to risk damaging these precious heirlooms, exclaiming how utterly delicious the stew was, served with fresh, crusty bread. Every single guest took a second helping, with many taking thirds or fourths.

Eventually, the pot was emptied enough that all the bones could be fished out. These were collected up into the wheelbarrow then tossed onto the bonfire where they popped and crackled most delightfully, the herbs and other flavourings that has soaked into them during the cooking adding to the cosy aroma of the smoke. There was no shortage of volunteers to help polish off the remainder of the stew and, by the end everyone started to say their goodbyes and head home, there was not a scrap of meat left un-enjoyed.

At Adeola’s suggestion, Henry set Beth’s head on the bird-table so that her flesh could be enjoyed and her golden-blonde hair taken to furnish nests. Sarah and Helen’s heads, of course, would be returned to their fathers in a day or two when the preservation and conversion was completed. Laura’s husband decided not to take her head and instead it was claimed by one of the neighbours who was a primary school teacher, explaining that it would be a useful teaching tool which she would put in a tank of ants in the classroom so that they children could watch over the next week or so how all the flesh was stripped, then perhaps the skull could be used as a Halloween decoration or in some other art project. For his part, Mike left the party with several new numbers in his phone and the promise of plenty of fun to come over the following weeks until he decided he was ready to get serious with someone else again.

“The party was a wonderful success!” Adeola remarked to Beth’s blissfully smiling head, sat on the bird-table, as she and her volunteered tidied up as much as they could for the evening. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you!”

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❤️🤤

Awesome story, Edward Hyde!

As one of the non-pedophile perverts who frequents this sight, getting to read your writing talents applied to a story with women of a more personally attractive age is a special and much appreciated treat!

>>32077
Thank you! I like to consider myself an equal-opportunities deviant! Hehe. Seriously 'though, it's fun to flex my creative muscles sometimes and write something a little different. Like Stephen King, a lot of what I put out follows a similar basic formula but every once in a while there's something that breaks the mold for one reason or another! Really glad you liked it and thanks so much for taking the time to comment :D

I like this.

More?

Nice.

This is great. Any plan to train a minimax version?

I mostly took over the brain/mind control board on f/
Check it out

Sorry, I meant ANIMA.

it's banned,can you share v2.1 lora model

>>26904
Do you have version 2.1? If so, could you share it?

The models got banned on civitai, so I put up a mega link below, with lora description and example images(with metadata).

password for unzip is "gurochan".

stabby toy sword V2.1 (illustrious)
https://mega.nz/file/Uyc11RLY#epSED5QmtW6JrQzcxzpguGLZgcBdaliZC_16xPQPv9w

>>40144
Guys, maybe someone know similar modpack? with necro animations and beautis

What are the mods for the kardia vid?

Is Needlehead ok? He hasnt posted in sometime i npixiv

I've been playing with this and I'm getting like some good results but its not that properly understood, maybe needs to bake a tad harder to understand some concepts. Would you be able to provide a list of tags you've added, stuff like the spit roast or artists?

>>23172
i never added any artists but next version will have that. all the taggs it was trained on where in the preview images. but next version is jumping from 1.5k images to 4k and i will let the model train a little longer this time.

Oh, so the new post is here. I'm still using the old LoRA.

Does it have Luv Wave 2?

Quite a funny concept. I haggled all the way down to 50k. In my next game I promised him I'd pay after he snuffs her :).

It made my morning but got repetitive fast. It would use some more options and outcomes. But you're onto something with this one.

>>29239
nitially, I considered developing a 3D game with actual gameplay instead of video playback, which would have given the AI Killer more flexibility to make changes. However, I decided to postpone this idea for later, depending on the feedback from this version.

>>29198
Super game! Thank you! Add other methods of execution: shooting, hanging, and make sure her hands are tied behind her back please

had a lot of fun in getting the girl free without spending a single penny, and insulting the goatshagger in the process.

Do you take suggestions?

I think that's not allowed

>>20313
> I think that's not allowed

Nah, the request is fine, and so is the requested content so long as (as the OP already knows) the content is an external link.

Also, I moved this post to /req.

>>26065
Great stuff! Do you take requests?

This is fantastic!! Thanks so much!!

Thanks man! Finally, some Jun Hayami! Hope to see more stuff, if ever

once again, nice work!

Thanks

If you do, remove the invite code from the URL so you don’t reward spammers. If he’s putting this here just to be useful, he can do that without the invite code.

Thank you for reminding! If you followed the link and didn’t get 500 bonuses, be sure to use the promo code dcb5umqd.

>>29602
Show us some more please.

https://www.deviantart.com/apocalypsetitan/art/Ciprianni-Doodles-925497258

With the artist having characters like Kaede and Luna having detachable heads, I couldn't help but edit some of Ms Ciprianni's pics since I think she'd be just as hot having a detachable head too.

I wish he'd do more pics of his female characters taking their heads off because he has some really beautiful looking ladies. ;)

"Do you think they'll use the manual guillotine or the pneumatic one this year?"

"The pneumatic one is much faster, but the manual has that rhythmic thud that really lets the audience know when it's over," Leo replied, leaning back in his plastic chair. He was chewing on a pencil, his eyes drifting toward the chalkboard where the teacher had written the final rankings for the term. He was a bit sad he didn't make the top of list it was the last year he would be able to as he would be heading to middle school next year

"I just hope my parents get the premium payout," Sarah whispered from the desk behind them, her voice devoid of anxiety, sounding more like someone discussing a potential tax refund. "My dad wants to upgrade the kitchen, and the state's 'Academic Excellence' stipend for the top students is like winning the lottery."

The bell rang with a sharp, metallic clang that signaled the transition from the classroom to the assembly hall. It wasn't a sound of dread, but one of anticipation. As the students filed out, the atmosphere was light, almost festive.

As they transitioned into the hallway, the usual rigid constraints of a school day seemed to dissolve. Several parents had already arrived, lounging against the lockers or chatting with the faculty in a state of complete, unabashed nudity. It wasn't a rebellious act or a fringe fashion statement; it was simply an option. The school board had long ago decreed that clothing was a preference, not a requirement, and many found the freedom of skin-to-air contact far more conducive to the celebratory mood of the day.

The assembly hall had been transformed into a sprawling landscape of royal blue foam. Thick gym mats had been laid out in concentric circles around the central dais, creating a soft, cushioned topography that invited the attendees to shed the last of their inhibitions. It was common practice for the families to engage in intimacy while waiting for the proceedings to begin; the physical release served as a communal appetizer to the spectacle. Pairs of parents and older siblings drifted across the mats in a slow, rhythmic tide of skin and laughter, their movements fluid and unhurried, treating the gym floor like a vast, shared bed.

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Nice!

Heh. It really got wiped. Maybe this site is secretly ran by mods of r/guro.

>>25523
> I don’t know if it was deleted by a moderator for being a realistic GIF on gurochan, or deleted by the OP...

The OP deleted the thread themselves. Why? No clue.

But yes to your point, it does seem weird, at least if one's hatred of AI is a supposedly a moral stance against excessive energy consumption and displacing human artists and the like, to prefer that one is seeing a real human being tortured.

If one is amoral however, or if one likes to think of oneself as moral but lust outweighs one's moral concerns, there is a certain evil logic in preferring to see the "real thing" over a fake.

Ar you talking about the one with two realistic looking celebrities? I wanted to ask OP about how to do something like that. That idea is exactly what I would get into AI to do. Making naked celebs and putting them into guro situations. But I don't know where to start.

>>28161
> Is there anything that has ever been posted to gurochan that would not violate the file.garden terms of use?

I must admit that following the rules here often means bending the rules elsewhere 😄

May be somebody saved all this super movies and can reup to filegarden or some other place???

Mooooooaaarrr

Another pic

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