[meerkatgirl]

One post is still a WIP, so I'm giving this about an hour before I decide.

[bearlygrunge]

Oh, sorry. I'm not going to end up finishing that. x| Go ahead & let the judging commence. c:

[meerkatgirl]

Okay. I forgot about this thread anyway....

[Utopia]

Would it be okay if I still entered? *scratches head*
I mean, he still seems to be open, but I'm simply not sure.
I still feel sort of... nervous although you encouraged me on the main thread to try.

[meerkatgirl]

Of course! I think only one person has finished their story, so I need more entries to know I'm picking the right person.

[Utopia]

I would like to adopt this dog! My username is Utopia. I would like to rename it yes/no. It's new name will be Locan (if applicable). It is a male. I will give you this uncommon wishlist pet for it: click. It's background story is...

It was only another night like any night since the laboratory burned down. Deep in the sprawls of the big city, It crept through the shadows, avoiding open spaces as the acid rain that fell from the skies tended to do nasty things to It’s hide and it was better to remain unseen for now. It liked to refer to itself as an it. It had no gender like the flesh creatures did. It didn’t need a gender like the flesh creatures did. It was far beyond all those strange and foolish things of the flesh creatures.
Lowering It’s head to the ground, It sniffed a few times. For instance, the molecules that indicated different scents triggered the smell sensors in It’s nose. Information flew through the synthetic material that the flesh creatures had called It’s nerves to It’s main processor to get analyzed. The sharp sting of the acid rain, dirt, flesh creatures, the clearer scent of alcohol, something that smelled sweetly (drugs, maybe?), the sourness of sweat and fear and faintly – very faintly – the rusty smell that came with dried blood. Nothing out of the ordinary. It lifted It’s head again to look around. At the far corner of the street two flesh creatures were standing, one female and one male. They seemed to be talking, but it didn’t occur to It to take any interest in their conversation.
It scurried on, hidden in the thick blackness of the shadows. Small flesh creatures (the four-legged ones) scattered at It’s approaching steps, although It barely made a sound as It crept through the barely illuminated streets. Every time a two-legged flesh creature went by, It stopped dead in It’s tracks. Not that It had feared any flesh creature! It was faster, stronger and more intelligent than any of the flesh creatures, but they were rather persistent. If It killed one of them there were always more to come. Their numbers were nearly unbelievable. How could they be so many? It had no interest in fighting so many. Although It possibly could still have won, It would be probably severely damaged in the end. And who would repair It in that case? No, it was better to stay hidden.
There were other things, though, mainly in the dark backstreets of the slums that were to be avoided. Most of those things lived far away from the cities, but some still were there. They were flesh creatures, yet still they had something about them that made It as uneasy as It could be. Those flesh creatures smelled different – dark and decayed, like blood and flesh creatures and steam and liveliness and yet not and it made It want to lunge at their throats just to see whether they would actually spill blood like the others. They acted different. They were different, whether they had two legs or four legs or no legs at all. It had never dared to actually do as It wanted and really lunge at their throats, though. It had always stayed back, where the shadows were of the richest black and watched them from there, silent as the blackness that surrounded It.
It had crossed a few intersections, still unseen and without any telltale sounds, past some other flesh creatures, two-legged and four-legged and gladly smelling of nothing but flesh creatures. The acid rain had begun to cease two intersections back and was now faintly dripping from the container It had crouched under. There were the noises of many two-legged flesh creatures nearby, the strange thing they called music and sometimes some of the flesh creatures would cross the street in front of It, only to descend into the many streets of the city. It sniffed again. The sharp sting was still there, as strong as before. A low growling noise escaped It’s throat and seemed to reverberate from the container and down the street, multiplied by the narrowly-standing houses.
“Did you hear that?” – “What?” – “That.” – “What?” A moment of silence followed and It crouched back to where the container met the wall of the house behind it. “You had to munch SoyBeer, you know that?” – “I hadn’t.” – “Figures.” Another moment of silence and then It saw them: Two two-legged flesh creatures standing down the street (approximately 29,697320 meters away) appeared to stare into It’s direction. Oh great. It tried to estimate whether it would have been better to flee (and avoid fighting), to try and blend in with the shadows or to fight with a 62,2 % chance that It would win, even if those two flesh-creatures were armed. It sniffed again but the sharp sting was overpowering the flesh creatures’ smells. It suppressed another low growl, feeling increasingly uneasy. Something was not right. Why had the flesh creatures heard It in the first place? The senses of the two-legged flesh creatures weren’t that developed. They shouldn’t have been able to hear It.
“Just – you know. We’ll be on our way. Just let me take a look.” It was a female that now turned into It’s direction and slowly, hesitatingly walked towards It, attentively staring at the small dark gap under the container. It shifted as silently as It could, trying to spot the other flesh creature (a male? It wasn’t sure, the way it had talked hat been too strange to analyze it completely). Apparently the second flesh creature was tired, it swayed slightly. It didn’t look in their direction, too. It glanced back to the approaching female, taking her in. She was slender in a scrawny sort of way, small and her steps were too light to take her as a serious opponent. It could feel It’s main processor working, trying to figure out the best way to – wait, what?
The female flesh creature had stopped (approximately still 12,236 metres away from It) and closed her eyes, seemingly concentrating very hard. What was she doing? It felt It’s uneasiness increase to a level which It had never expected to be possible. Why? What was her intent in doing so? It shifted again. “Dvergr, c’mere.” She was – she was talking to the second flesh creature who now made a dismissive sound but obliged. It raised It’s chaps, baring It’s teeth in an unseen threat. The flesh creatures kept on acting strange, though. As soon as ‘Dvergr’ (It’s first impression had been right – the second flesh creature was indeed male) stopped next to the female, her eyes rolled back into her head and if ‘Dvergr’ had not catched her in time, she would have simply collapsed.
That was It’s chance! It tensed up, ready to shoot out from under the container and flee past ‘Dvergr’ and the seemingly unconscious female, not caring whether the still spitting acid rain damaged It’s hide. A single split second before It released the tension into motion however, It suddenly felt as if the ground had been jerked away under It’s paws and It fell, fell, fell into the blackness that still surrounded It. Hands brushed past It, invisible hands wiggled into It’s head and It yowled in horror, trashing wildly, but the hands didn’t stop despite It’s efforts. They came through It’s eyes and nose, feeling like small strings but It could feel their fingers brushing past it’s membranes, sensors, It’s metal surfaces and cables until they reached It’s main processor.
It’s yowls grew more frantic as It panicked. It’s claws slashed at the air, his jaws trying to rip an invisible opponent to shreds as It fell on and on. The hands rushed along the strip conductors, searching through It’s storages and picking them to pieces. It could feel It’s innermost memories being observed, rated and then left behind as the hands moved on, searching and searching. It tried to shut them out, push them back, out of It’s head but It didn’t succeed. The hands only stopped for seconds at every attempt, easily dodging It’s attempts at driving them out. They were too fast. They were too nimble. They were better than It and the realization drove It even deeper into It’s panicked yowling and trashing, It’s frantic clawing and biting.
The hands finally found what they were searching: the programming storage. Terror shot through It as the hands picked It’s programming apart as they had done before with It’s memories. And then It could feel the hands altering bits and pieces of It’s programming, deleting some, overwriting others and adding new. It could almost see the data changing, 0s and 1s swapping places, appearing out of thin air or vanishing suddenly.
As soon as the hands had appeared, the hands vanished again. Something had changed. It had changed but before It was able to figure out the way in which It had changed, the blackness overwhelmed It, leaving nothing in it’s wake.

“Hey. Hey, boy. Wake up. C’mon, wake up. Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Good boy.” His eyes adjusted to the light conditions until he could see a small, scrawny figure perching against the light. His ear sensors picked up the contralto voice and his main processor recognized the soothing tone. “It’s okay, boy, it’s okay. No need to get all worked up. What happened, hm? What happened?” He wagged his tail, not entirely sure what was going on but feeling reassured nevertheless. When she was saying that it was okay, it had to be. He sniffed a few times, recognizing only the usual smells: old SoyPizza, SoyCoffee, metal, the bitterness of gun oil, Kevlar and medicine. Nothing out of the usual.
Small, calloused hands touched his head and he let out a startled yelp, suddenly feeling fright clutching him. The hands pulled back but he was too busy with fighting the sudden urge to snap at the woman in front of him to notice. She – she had been it, hadn’t she? She had – it had been her hands that had wiggled their way into his head and… “What’s the matter, boy?” Her voice let him snap out of his thoughts. He hesitated for a few seconds, staring intensely at her. No. No, she possibly couldn’t. Possibly couldn’t – what? His thoughts entangled themselves up to the point that his processors recognized as the “End all processes and restart now”-point.

“Oh, great.” – “What’s the matter?” – “He got confused again.” The female rose to her feet, turning to her partner and pointing to the momentarily frozen robotic dog on the floor. Staring down at the dog, she slowly shook her head: “I think I’ll have to override his programming again. The last one was… pretty sloppy.” He came up to her, touching her shoulder in a reassuring way. “Y’know, Salome, even the best technomancers work sloppily when in a hurry. And don’t tell me that you had enough time because you simply collapsed on me in the middle of the most damn dangerous area of the slums. That one with the Ghouls shambling about, remember?” Her head turned from the dog to her friend, meeting his grin with a rather lopsided smile. “Well, you weren’t as drunk as you pretended to be.” – “Ha! Weren’t as drunk! You’re lucky I managed to wake you in time to grab your robot and make a dash for it because if I hadn’t we’d all be Ghoul food by now.”
The dog stirred again, blinking a few times and then yawned wide, rose to his feet and butted his head against Salome’s hand as if asking to be scratched behind the ears. She obliged, the lopsided smile still present on her features. “They don’t eat machines. Metal is even too hard for their teeth. They’d probably just ripped us to pieces and devoured us.” The smile grew in a grin as she looked up to face the man: “At least that’s that the media tells us. Don’t you tell me you don’t believe them, Dvergr.” Her companion rolled his eyes; however before he could even open his mound to answer, a threatening growl came from below Salome’s hand. The dog snarled, ears flat at the back of his head, teeth bared. His eyes locked with Salome’s and the woman’s went glassy for a few moments until the grin started to spread on her features once again. “Good boy. Of course you won’t let anything happen to me.”




[author's comment] Well, then... :> I hope it isn't too long though. As usual, I got carried away rather fast. [/author's comment]

[♡Lady Lesednik♡]

I would like to adopt this dog! My username is Dominikovs Stalker. I would like to rename it (yes/no) Yes. It's new name will be Howl (if applicable). It is a male. I will give you this uncommon wishlist pet for it http://www.chickensmoothie.com/trades/v ... 3C-EYI-osw (link). It's background story is...
One day in the lab, a scientist was killed by one of the robot dogs. One named F27(rd), a even stronger then normal male. He broke all of the other robotic dogs out, so that they could too, kill the scientists. F27(rd) stood back, watching as the people were slaughtered. He looked around, and broke a kerosene lamp, and started a fire. He jumped out the window, his "skin" getting cut just abit. He shrugged it off, walking to the park, looking for something to kill, but instead found a young girl with black hair and purple eyes. She looked at him, "Oh hello." He growled in response, getting ready to attack. The girl eyed his side, noticing the ripped skin, "Huh.. I can probobly fix that. But I can't if you kill me." She said, with a gentle voice. He growled, sitting down, glaring at her. She moved over to his side, stitching the "skin" closed. "There. Done," she said, looking at him. He grunted, looking at her, he slid his tounge over her hand. "Aww.. Cute. May I name you? My name is Mika Ikeda." Mika said, with a playfull, sweet tone. He rolled his eyes, nodding. "How about... Howl?" She said, as the dog looked at her, nodding in agreement. Howl let out a bark, and wagged his tail abit. This would be his new owner, the girl named Mika Ikeda.

[meerkatgirl]

This is one of the last few V1 dogs, so if anyone wants one, post now.