Akira begins knocking Ito onto the floor, where something awful is waiting for her!

Being thrown on top of a live chainsaw, Ito begins to be cut in half through her back!

Being unable to escape, Ito's body begins to be divided in two...

With a finished bisection, Akira takes the victory and finishes humilliating Ito with her own remains!

This looks great

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>>93670
Nevermind, someone posted it on the heart thread

>>90925
Does anyone have the source for these?

For pre-recorded internet content that everyone can access? No.
It'd only be worth it if you proceeded to leak her stuff for us ^_^

>>21671

Ok, this is funny. I was wrong, It wasnt 300$ but 300 TAIWANESE$ which are like 8 dollars...

In case someone else is interested: https://linktr.ee/kurokako

Bump

Looks really cool, shame nobody seems to be able to find it

>>18356
Thank you, good sir! You’re a gentleman and a scholar!

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https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/mobile/folders/1XiusTq6fNsMIte2YNxuWoaxzVtMtT4xv
from his discord server

Does anyone know what game he is using to make these?

>>18350

Thanks a lot bro, I always wanted to see one of those full videos but I thought I'd never find them, I hope Tracer's video comes out, I want to see how he torture that bitch, you're great!!.

>>18350
Looks like previews only, no?

wan2.1 is a really great model!
It can do some gore stuff.
But gen on my poor 3070 is a pain.
Some video examples(warning!!!some might be too graphic!):

>>8363

Photo-realistic AI isn't allowed anywhere on GuroChan. Thanks!

>>8363
Where else can I find your work? They deleted the file.

a image to video version of this would be cool

>>8384
same question, discord or session?

Pretty hyped about it, yes -- I hope we also get dismemberment like we have in RDR2 - and better, more diverse reactions of begging and fear. Can't wait to execute some strippers. But... the PC release is far, far off at this point.

Oh yeah, I saw female cop NPCs actually out patrolling and performing pat downs, so there's definitely lots of potential there.

Unfortunately, this image has been floating around since probably the second iteration of gurochan, but nobody knows the source - and there probably isn't more from the artist, otherwise it would have surfaced by now.

As good as this is... this is like looking for the holy grail, a fruitless endeavor.

Bump.

is there more to it

As much as I hate to say it, I think it's likely that there isn't more of this. It's probably a one time off commission from an artist that doesn't do guro usually, or at least not one of the known ones, since the style is unlike any other known artist's.

Head off, whilst fucking her.

Eyes in ass and pussy

Pussy in her mouth, being cummed on

Laidout

He wanted his head used

>>6512

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Robert loved exploring old abandoned places since childhood and he couldn't have asked for a better fate than to end up in love with a woman who shared that very passion. As if Catheryne's love for exploring wasn't a sweet enough deal, she spent a great deal of that time naked while he took photos of her.

Today it was a subway station. Catheryne came in dressed as a cop and ditched most of the uniform not long after they descended the stairs. Her perky ass bounced through the empty subway, the paint already starting to peel after only three years.

"Quit staring at my ass," she said with a giggle and whirled around. She jiggled her plump tits and thrust out her pussy, the dark patch of fuzz bristling in the cold air. "Look at my tits instead."

"I most certainly will," Robert replied as he snapped a photo. "But I and your loyal fans wouldn't mind a little ass at some point."

"You can after you enjoy my tits."

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>>6550
The school is in full panic mode. A shooter had entered the school without detection and caused mayhem throughout, gunning down student after student, teacher after teacher, and everyone in between. This shooter is fully equipped with many types of guns on hand as well as grenades, smoke bombs, and flashbangs. He's also wearing what looks like a VR headset with a GoPro mounted on the top of his head. It's like a one man army mowing down an entire army of schoolgirls and teachers in this all-girls school.

"Remember, Damon; no girls." the shooter said to himself as he kicked open the doors to a locker room, which one girl in cheerleading outfit happened to be in. He had his submachine gun aimed on her when she waved her hands at him, begging him to stop as she tried to plead for her life.

"M-Mr. Shooter, please! Don't shoot! I'll do anything for you. Just don't shoot me like you did others!" she tried to plead with him, only for him to bring the gun closer. "Beat it, chick! The only thing you can do for me is stay dead!" Damon replied with an angry tone. The girl could tell that this guy is no laughing matter. She can feel his rage from his tone and- Are those tears flowing down his cheeks!? An idea popped into her head and she quickly worked on it.

"W-Wait! Before you do, I wanna make a deal with you! First of all, my name is Chelsea Hall and I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad of this school. Now what you may not know is I'm a slut outside of school! I do striptease dances for money! If I may do such a dance for you, will you promise to spare me?" she said with utmost confidence in her voice, never minding the fact that she's not even straight and most of her statement were lies. This got the shooter to quiet down a bit before going back to close and lock the doors. "If you allow me to fuck you after convincing me with your dances, then it's a deal." he said with a calmer voice. "Y-Yes! It's a deal!"

Of course, Chelsea would begin her sexy dances but Damon quickly stopped her. "Either strip as you dance, or I'm resuming my rampage. The police is gonna be here any minute. I ain't got no time, slut!" "Y-Yes, I agree!" And so she tried to strip while doing her cheerleading moves but in a sexier way. At first it was going well, even got him to tent up in his pants as he watched her, but then as she tried to remove her top her right arm got stuck inside the arm hole. "U-Um… one moment, please?" She tried to remove the top but it just wouldn't budge. She can't even slide it back down either. She realized she tried to remove it the wrong way. While she was busy with it the shooter produced something within his bag; a pistol with a silencer.

Without a word he placed the nozzle in between her chest and shot her point blank. Chelsea had a shocked expression on her face as she fell backwards careening in pain. She went into spasms as she tried to gasp for air after one of her lungs was punctured by the shot. "That's more like it, bitch~ This is the dance I was waiting for~" He'd then pull his cock out of his pants and began jerking off to her as she lay dying in front of him, even cumming in record time just as everything went dark for her…


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When Rika and Maria entered the backstage dressing room, they didn't realize that they were not alone.

The place was full with utensils, enough to hide in or behind. The label had promised to clean the old stuff often enough, but never followed up. It was a little thing among many, each of them a bit of money saved, each of them another little insult to the two girls which were actually their cash cow. No wonder both wanted to change labels.

"I will go take a shower. Gosh i won't miss this place i can tell you… it's time we got out of that contract. I also don't like how Mr. Ferrell is looking at you Rika. He is old enough to be MY father, and shouldn't look at you the way he does. Ugly pervert."

"I don't really see it Maria. Do you really think he want's to…"

"Yup… sure. This guy can't wait until you are legally old enough for him to make advances. Lets leave those assholes behind…"

Maria vanished into the bathroom, and left Rika alone who fell into the swivel chair in front of the beauty mirror. It started rotating immediately, and Rika's tired eyes looked on the ceiling, before they closed.


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(continuation of post above)

Maria didn't listen, she was screaming her pain into the silent

changing room which reeked for the metallic scent of Rika's blood.

"But don't worry i am a forgiving type. You will join her soon."

With a swift motion the man was between the legs which hung down the box useless and which were covered in little streams of blood coming from the wounds Mr. Ferrell had cut to sever her tendons.

He pushed her legs apart without further effort, and guided his cock to her cunt. Grabbing Maria's neck for leverage, squeezing it, he pushed in, while at the same time forcing her face to stare "up" into the mirror behind her, where her best friends severed head, tongue lolled out, stared back.

"I had thought of how i would kill you… strangulate you you know. Snuff you out the slow way while i rape your body, just to punish you for what you have done… but now that you lay here…"

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Character 1
Name: Himari
Age: 19
Description: Kind, gentle, caring, motherly

Character 2
Name: Haruka
Age: 15
Description: Shy, patient, non-talkative, optimistic

Type of Death: -any-
Scenario: After performing their prayers within the pond in front of one of the smaller shrines, they decide to head back to the main shrine building to get changed and clean up. However, they receive an unexpected guest.

The lodgings were destitute. Flies flitted about under the flickering light, under a weakly spinning ceiling fan. A gross, sticky carpet, walls chipped beyond repair, and brown, crimson, oily stains on the bed from 'something' previous guests were doing here.

"What a blowout. If you're a diplomat, can't you at least treat your guests with some courtesy?"

Lita was lucky that the older man clad in a polished blue suit, who sat on the mattress across the room gazing out the window, couldn't hear her.

"Why am I always the one assigned to these kinds of jobs…? Oh well, at least it'll be less of a hassle this time. If he really likes the same stuff as me, who knows? We might even hit it off." With one last sarcastic laugh, she approached.
"Ahem! Lita Ivana, secretary at the Main Street Wayside Hotel. Mr. Morrison, you booked 'special favors' for tonight, if I'm not mistaken?"

Morrison turned around, a calm smile on his face. There was no mistaking what he held in his hands; ropes, tape, gags. A limited yet imposing selection. "Well, aren't you a fine lass? I hear the staff at this hotel goes above and beyond, and the rumors are true. What little dignity you must have to walk through the halls naked like that."

She was to gather evidence on him for the supposed aggravated assault and sexual harassment charges from early last year; no one believed he was in the wrong, so it was a job of clearing suspicion. "Sir, I am ready to be used at any time. That's all the gesture means, really. Think nothing of it. What brings you? I am sure you'd much prefer staying at a high-end establishment."


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>>6981
The door to my apartment slid open.
I looked up, mid-sip of my morning coffee as the grey elf woman sauntered in arrogantly. There was a dagger in her hand. She was an imposing sight, tall and fit, her silvery hair done up in a neat ponytail.

"Prepare to die", she announced, before pouncing forward, the dagger whipping through the air in a flash.
I leapt out of my seat, narrowly avoiding the slashing strike. The grey elf closed the gap in a heartbeat, and I rolled and scrabbled for my piece. Its comforting heft was in my palm just as my assassin grabbed my shoulder and slammed her blade into my chest.

I felt the ice-like fire of pain rip through my torso as I let her grab turn me around. My pistol rang out, 13 rounds of 9mm jacketed hollowpoint ripping through her muscular abdomen and groin. The look of arrogant triumph on her statuesque face froze as those bullets burst through her belly, tearing open intestines, slicing through her femoral artery.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her wounds. I pressed my advantage and got on top of her, wrapping my legs over her waist while she weakly tried to push me off. My Glock still had two rounds left, one in the magazine, another in the chamber. I aimed, lining up the front sight blade on my assailant's forehead. Her eyes widened.

"Wait, don't!", she screamed in fear.


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Angelica... it had only been 9 months and she practically sexed her way up to being the right hand girl of the ceo. She made me her little errand girl; this was hell.

It wasnt until I was told to respond to her emails when I discovered that she was stealing documents and selling them to rival companies, if this kept going, the whole business would be shut down in a month.

"Hey,arent you done yet?" Angelica asked.

"Yes, I was about to contact you that I finished."

"Well good, now get out of here. Im going to check my Insta."

Jeez even her ego was infuriating, as soon as she logged on to her social media it was like the world just turned off to her. It was like shooting fish in a barrel; the big question was how to take her down.

I looked at my hands and without warning, wrapped them around her neck. Her gasps ripped her away from her scrolling as I applied more force and forced her to the ground. I could feel her trying to kick me off of her in a desperate attempt for freedom.

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I stood at the gallery overlooking the foyer to my mansion. Down below, servants were attending to their many duties. A maid was sweeping litter from a party I had hosted last night, and another carried a basket of dirty laundry across the room. Servers were wheeling boxes of fresh produce to the kitchen. It was good to see such responsible workers. If only everyone I hired worked like they did.

Last night's party had been a disaster. One of my maids was clearly drunk in front of my guests. She was loud, slurring her words, and trying to flirt with the dignitaries in attendance, even going so far as to drop her panties in one of their laps. Perhaps this sort of debauchery is acceptable at a brothel or a whore house, but I pride myself on maintaining a respectable estate. When I saw the condition she was in and the way she was bothering my guests, I ordered her to leave, but then she stumbled into one of the servers, causing everything the chefs had prepared to fall to the floor and forcing my guests to wait an extra hour for dinner.

As bad as last night's performance was, I have been having issues with this individual for a while. The rooms she is meant to clean are often left unattended to, she has been sleeping with several of my workers, and she has a bad habit of talking back to others when she's given orders.

Needless to say, she will not be working at this estate for much longer. However, she will not merely be fired. I have a legal right to deal with my work staff as I see fit. Clearly, I have been too soft with them as of late. It has been many years since I executed one of them, and this troublesome maid is a recent hire, so she was not present to witness the last execution. An example needs to be made of her before her misbehavior spreads.

Consequently, I had one of the butlers inform her that she was instructed to go to my bedroom immediately. She should be waiting for me there right now, assuming she could follow at least one order. With a sigh, I turned and walked to the staircase leading upstairs where my bedroom was located.

The master bedroom was luxurious. Light filled the room from large radius windows on one end of it. A king sized bed was in the center of the room, with well-fitted cotton sheets and adorned with layers of plush pillows against a velvet-paneled accent wall. A tripod camera was set, pointed toward the bed, and laying on the bed was Helen, the maid that was causing me so much grief.

She was a pretty young woman, with smooth brown skin, dark hair, and a ruffled maid uniform. She had taken off her white leggings, and she was twirling her hair with her finger.

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Let's revive this.

K/V: Killer
Name: Tigress(an alias, obviously)
Age: 25
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long blonde hair styled into a ponytail, muscular, scar-ridden body, scar on one eye(blind), red mask, red scarf, silent type, only speaks when necessary, cold, calculative

She's a sniper for hire, usually on high-end contracts to track down high profile targets. She doesn't discriminate, so long as she gets the money and the thrill of the kill. She has a 94% success rate over 120+ such contracts.
Scene(s):
1) She has been hired to take down the CEO of a corrupt business. Said CEO? You.
2) You decide to hire her to take out your archenemy.
3) You decide to hire her to take out your archenemy, only for her to betray you for whatever reason.

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Cute art! Did you draw it?

>>43425
Add me on discord at dragonguro69 for details, this platform isn't intended for discussions

>>43664
Request sent.

Delete my thread? Want to post it on /g/ and lost password due to history clear

>>44255
Maybe you could ask for the thread to be moved to /g/ instead.

>>44259

Yeah but I don't want thread polluted with request to admins and ppl asking for my discord lol.. unless they transfer it over and also delete those convos