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AI art "The Shadow of the Frontier - Prologue: Born from the Ashes"
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The Shadow of the Frontier - Prologue: Born from the Ashes

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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 7 Classified: For Official Use Only A notification appears on the holographic interface, bathing the dark room in a red glow. ???: Sir, Amber has been destroyed. Brian: Really? What a waste; I’m going to miss her perfect little asshole. ???: One of the Knight Sabers and the detective with the cybernetic arms defeated her. Brian: How is that possible? Even if Amber wasn't the latest model, she should have had the upper hand. ???: She did, but the detective doesn't have ordinary cybernetic arms; she possesses an EMP that doesn't affect her own limbs. Brian: They exploited her weakness. Clever—but how did they know? ???: She was contacted just before they used the EMP; I can't trace it. It’s an intelligence-grade encryption. Brian: The old man won't like this. Ruby, compile a database and then come here. Ruby: Done. A slender young woman with an expressionless face looks up from the interface. She stands and slips off her black dress; she looks exactly like Amber, except for her red eyes and hair, and she shares the same diabolical laugh. Ruby moves toward Brian. Brian: Ruby, you and Sapphire will take care of the Knight Sabers. Understood? Ruby: Yes, Sir! Brian looks down into two sapphire-green eyes while his cock is buried deep in her throat. She is bound with red ropes—not to restrain her, but simply as part of the act—as she lets Brian fuck her throat. Her gaze mirrors Ruby's. Brian slowly withdraws his cock from her throat and rubs it across her face. That same diabolical smile now plays across her features as well. Sapphire: Yes, Sir! And the detective? Brian: Ruby, contact the space station. Ruby: Establishing the connection. Brian: Crystal! I have a mission for you! Come back to Earth! Ruby: Crystal is coming back to us? A woman appears on the interface who looks exactly like the other two, yet she has silver hair and eyes that look even more dangerous. The grin on her face makes one's blood run cold. Crystal: As you wish, sir! That was close—too close. I rise from my crouch and stare at Amber’s burning remains. The pilot of the power suit does the same. I can hear the sirens of the reinforcements approaching and look in the direction they are coming from. When I turn back to the power suit, I realize it has vanished. Then it occurs to me that Linna must be here, too. Hana: Linna, where are you? She steps out from behind a dumpster. Hana: Linna, are you hur... I don't get any further; she rushes toward Irene. I grab her arm and hold her back, gently but firmly. Hana: Linna, please don't—this is a crime scene now. Linna: I have to help Irene... Hana: I'm so sorry... There's nothing more that can be done for Irene... Linna: No... She's... ali...ve... I pull Linna into an embrace as the undeniable truth crashes down on her and she begins to weep uncontrollably. I only vaguely register the arrival of the reinforcements—the concerned faces of Leon, Delay, and even Captain Tanaka. After a friend named Sylia picks Linna up and assures me she’ll look after her, we begin securing the evidence. A few hours later, Captain Tanaka sends me home. I can't deny that the night's events have taken a heavy toll on me. On the way home, I try to reach Akiko; I need someone to talk to. But she’s working tonight... Dejected, I open my apartment door, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. The tension of the evening drains away, and I begin to cry. We who survived—we who tried everything to save Irene’s life—must now accept, with heavy hearts, that she is no longer among us. Some suffer because there was nothing they could do; others, because they weren't strong or fast enough. Genom will pay for this; those who do not value a human life will feel the full force of the law—even if it is the last thing I ever do. I feel so alone... Ryu... where... are you? I need you... so... much... You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7

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AI art "Jill: Game Over"
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Jill: Game Over

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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6 Classified: For Official Use Only The power suit knocked Amber to the ground with a single blow. The force of the impact sent her skidding meters across the ground. I study the suit; it has a feminine build. Whoever is piloting it arrived not a second too soon. Amber: Not bad, Knight Saber, but that alone won't stop me. Knight Saber? The mysterious mercenary group that fights rogue Boomers? This is my first time seeing them, but to whom do they owe their allegiance? Those questions will have to wait; Amber is already back on her feet. Patches of her synthetic skin are missing from her neck, arms, and legs. Despite everything, she can still laugh—and it sounds truly diabolical. Where are the reinforcements? There’s no time; she’s preparing to attack. Sprinting with superhuman speed, she engages the power suit in combat. No, this has to end here! I sprint forward and unleash a hail of bullets at Amber. She parries a kick from the power suit and charges at me. I block her claws with my left arm while swinging my pistol toward her head with my right. Sparks fly where she struck my arm; I aim the pistol at her skull and fire. She staggers backward, and the power suit's pilot seizes the chance to knock her off her feet. We both back away from Amber as she rises from the ground once more. The pilot fires an energy beam from a weapon integrated into the suit's arm. It hits Amber and sets her ablaze; she freezes in place and smiles. Flames completely engulf her. Pilot: That was very reckless, Ms. AD Police. Hana: Excuse me? We don't get to say anything else; the flames consuming Amber reveal her true form. It no longer resembles a woman—it is a machine. Its glowing eyes lock onto us; it is a figure out of a nightmare, and it attacks immediately. We narrowly dodge its attack, and it lunges at the Power Suit like a berserker. Damn—my gear is useless against that thing; I can only watch the two of them trading blows. My earpiece suddenly comes to life, snapping me back to reality. Chris: Hana! Listen closely! The Chief has ordered the removal of the limiters on your arms. There’s a micro-EMP generator built into them; you can use it to weaken the Boomer enough for the energy beam to take it out. The generator should be available in your arm systems now. Quick! Hana: What the— Chris... Chris: I’ll explain later, but first you all have to survive. The connection cuts out. Okay, I activate the generator; waves of energy ripple across my arms as it charges up. A message appears in my field of vision: EMP Ready! I take a deep breath and charge at the machine. Hana: Hey, you piece of junk—I’m still here! Its vocal mechanism seems to have failed; all that comes out is a low growl. But it seems to work—it breaks off its attack on the Power Suit and turns on me. I drop into a defensive stance, ready to block the strike and counterattack. Pilot: Have you lost your mind? The words burst out of her, and I have to admit—it *is* madness. The attack comes from the left, and I manage to parry it with my right arm. At the same time, the EMP charge focuses in my left fist; I strike its chest, and the charge transfers on impact. It staggers, its movements sluggish—it’s WOUNDED. Hana: Quick! Fire the energy beam straight into its chest! I scream as I dive for cover. The pilot wastes no time; she fires and scores a hit. The machine crashes to the ground. Its eyes go dark, and it begins to burn from the inside out. You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6

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AI art '“Bred for Battle"' with user description '"From the very moment they were conceived, the Spardan Girls were bred for one purpose and one purpose alone: To kill or die in battle. They know not fear nor retreat. They know not yield nor surrender. Shoulder to shoulder they stand. Their enemy’s blood on their faces is their most sacred trophy worn with pride. When they leave home they come back victorious or they don’t coma back at all" 🗡️🛡️ Excerpt from “The Odassey” by Warmus Aurelious.'
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“Bred for Battle"

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AI art 'Science Fiction TCG cards are added to the deck.' with user description 'Hey friends i add my science fiction TCG cards to @ririfake Deck 😁 Hope all of you find some enjoyment from the cards 😘 @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter'
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Science Fiction TCG cards are added to the deck.

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AI art "Some spider's test"
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Some spider's test

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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5' with user description 'Case File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5 Classified: For Official Use Only Note: For Full experience playback this File: https://youtu.be/5dNP-a-XXx0?si=pyc3EIw8yG8XyEEX There’s the alley—I have to hurry; if Amber is really going after Irene, every second counts. Back on the street: God, Irene... where’s my phone? I... I need to call Sylia. My fingers are still shaking; I can't manage to dial her number. I use the voice command to start the call. It rings, and what feels like an eternity later, Sylia answers. Linna: Sylia, I urgently need help... Sylia: Linna, catch your breath first. What happened? Are you okay? Linna: No, the Boomer bodyguard shot at me and is now going after Irene. Sylia: LINNA! Are you hurt? Linna: No, just a graze. Please, you have to send Priss to me right away. Nene needs to track my smartphone so Priss knows where to go. I’m switching to my earpiece. Sylia: Okay. I’ll contact Priss immediately. I rush from the sofa into the study; the holographic interfaces spring to life. A password prompt lights up on one of them. Sylia: Knights Errant. Establish contact with Priss and Nene immediately. The system pings in confirmation, and two windows open. Sylia: Priss, Nene—we have an emergency. Linna has been shot, and Irene’s life is in danger. Nene, track Linna’s smartphone and relay the coordinates to Priss. Priss: Understood. I’m getting ready for deployment. Nene: On it. A third window opens, and Linna joins the call. Linna: I’m chasing her on foot! Priss, you have to hurry—it’s the Boomer bodyguard from the Genom building. It’s a matter of life and death! Priss: I’m already on my way. Nene, the coordinates! Nene: Sending them now; they should appear on your interface any second. Meanwhile, in the side alley: A lovely evening. I hope Linna gets home safely. What is that sound? A clacking noise like high heels—but who would walk through this alley in high heels? I turn around and freeze; it’s *her*. The laughter on her face comes straight from hell. Screams escape me and tears stream down my face as I run away from her. The clacking of her shoes grows louder; she’s chasing me. I... I... I’m panicking, I can’t breathe... I stumble and fall to the ground. Panic completely takes hold of me; desperately, I roll onto my back. Too late—she’s already over me... In another alleyway: That scream—that was Irene’s voice... Damn it... Hana: This is Detective Amano; I need immediate backup at my coordinates! A Boomer attack! I repeat, a Boomer attack! I draw my weapon. Please hang in there, Irene. At the AD Police Tower: Nene: Linna, Detective Amano is near you; she just called for backup. Linna: God, that can't be... A scream blares from the speakers. Linna: Priss! For the love of God, hurry! Priss: I’ll be there in two minutes! Back in the alleyway: Just around the corner now. I ready myself to fire instantly, then round the bend. The sight before me makes my blood run cold. Irene lies lifeless on her back; her eyes are vacant. Amber is covered head to toe in her blood. Her gaze holds absolute madness. Linna comes running from another alley; she freezes in her tracks and claps a hand over her mouth. Amber: Excellent—you’re coming to me. That saves me the trouble. Hana: Linna, take cover—now! I whip my weapon up and fire! The bullets ricochet off her skull. Damn... My eyes land on something approaching from behind Amber. A figure in a blue power suit? It’s closing in at incredible speed. A metallic sound rings out every time its foot hits the ground. Without slowing down, it attacks Amber and hurls her to the ground. ???: I'm gonna finish you off, bitch! You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5

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AI art "Contaminated by evil"
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Contaminated by evil

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Magic mirror

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AI art "The temptress."
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The temptress.

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Amber goes berserk

Amber goes berserk

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AI art 'Chapter #02: THE CEMETERY OF THE LIVING. Part 4, Conclusion.' with user description 'The girls try to escape, but a black hand grabs Alison and drags her away. She is dragged through the cemetery, jerked violently, and thrown onto a headstone, where she hits her head and falls unconscious. The black devil takes advantage of the situation and attacks her, beating her mercilessly. When the devil finishes and lets his guard down, Alison takes advantage of his weakness and attacks him with a rock. The devil falls unconscious, and the zombies weaken and disappear. The girls are relieved and leave the cemetery without having seen a single ghost. But having defeated the black devil for the second time, the end. And so I’ll bring you the next chapter, but first we’ll have a little surprise tomorrow. I hope you’re enjoying the story, and thank you very much for reading.'
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Chapter #02: THE CEMETERY OF THE LIVING. Part 4, Conclusion.

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Senza titolo

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AI art "A scary girl"
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A scary girl

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AI art 'Bad Girls 😈🔥' with user description 'From corrupted nuns and toxic chemists to mob queens, dictators, assassins and fallen superheroes, this collection became a mix of power, arrogance, seduction and beautifully bad decisions. Heroes may save the day. These girls make the night much more interesting. 🖤 @peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @artfx85 @murcie @doggomage'
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Bad Girls 😈🔥

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AI art "..."
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...

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AI art 'Seven Deadly Sins' with user description 'Pride, Lust, Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath. Best that came out - i tried 😅'
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Seven Deadly Sins

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AI art "Ink sex"
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Ink sex

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AI art 'The Shadow of the Frontier - Chapter 1: The Trail of Scars' with user description 'The frontier didn’t sleep; it held its breath in the canyon’s jagged throat. Raven stood at the outpost’s lip, red eyes tracking a merchant caravan’s rhythmic sway as it churned into the mud. She cinched the leather straps of her gauntlets until the hide bit. For three days, she had tracked woodsmoke and entitlement. The men she hunted weren’t ghosts; they were cowards flourishing in the thin margins of the law. She shrugged her fur-lined coat tighter against an iron wind. Beneath the heavy leather, delicate lace brushed her skin; a calculated softness against the steel sheathed at her thighs. In this waste, men focused on the silk and forgot the edge. It was a tactical error she exploited with surgical precision. The canyon walls choked the light, spilling bruised shadows across the trail. Raven prowled through the gloom, boots ghosting over the shale. She didn't walk; she uncoiled. The stench hit first: charred suet and sour mash. Three men hunkered around a guttering fire, their shadows twisting into caricatures against the rock. Stolen crates of silk and grain sat piled behind them, the harvest of a raid that had left a village in embers. "Lost, sweetheart?" The leader hauled himself up. He was a slab of a man, carrying a rusted axe and a grin that carved deep lines of gluttony into his face. His gaze dragged over her fur coat, then snagged on the lace peeking from her collar. He saw a trophy, not a threat. Raven didn't speak. She stepped into the firelight, tilting her head to let the embers catch the crimson depth of her eyes. She loosened the clasp of her cloak, a slow, deliberate movement that made the leader’s eyes widen. She wasn't yielding; she was baiting. Seductively lifting her lace top, revealing her delicate breasts that contrasted with her toned midriff, she invited the leader into her territory. And just like that, without her uttering a single word, he bit. The man sent his partners away on a walk so he could enjoy his trophy before dawn. Raven was a master of the performance. Her eyes remained emotionless, cold and watchful while the man surrendered his tactical advantage for a moment of heat. The smirk only surfaced when she saw the first spark of true realization; the moment the prey understands the trap has already snapped. “…RAVEN!!” The leader’s realization came with the spray of blood. It was too late. In a flicker of movement, Raven had her cold blade pressed into the soft tissue beneath his chin. "The merchants are small-time," she hissed, her voice a rasp of whetted stone. "You're blocking the route for a reason. Who?" "You think you've won?" He gasped, the bravado leaking out of him. "You're playing a game too big for you, tracker. We’re just the hands. The dirty work." She slammed the hilt of her blade into his temple. He hit the dirt, senseless. Dawn broke like an open wound as the other men returned to camp. She worked swiftly, leaving three cold bodies and dragging the crates back toward the trail. The wind howled through the canyon, a lonely, mourning sound. She had the goods. She had the names. But the leader's words sat heavy in her gut. The frontier was holding its breath, and Raven knew the storm had finally caught her scent. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Its been a long time coming, but Chapter 1 is here! This is getting tough. Its one thing doing random artistic posts or even straight goon content, but once you have something written down it gets hard to make your vision come to life. Almost thinking this would be easier by hand lol. Anima might be helpful (Cover image made on the new Anima model) even if Raven's character model doesn't turn out the same and the art style is a little more vibrant. Contemplating on fully switching, but we'll see. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓅨☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ @warmicestudios @gildenstein @terror2 @octavian @a_casual_prompter @peterco @parda @bad77 @zesoul @usagi77 @casca_kirei-onna @smut317 @goobygubby @reptorn @cro_bo @poly7 @murcie'
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The Shadow of the Frontier - Chapter 1: The Trail of Scars

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