🃏 His background in calculating odds gave him a unique perspective on ToxNet's environmental data. Ash's journey awaits! 🌱 https://a.co/d/clopaWc

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Yesterday's links:

D100 gnome youth problem
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2025/07/d100-gnome-youth-gone-wrong.html

Geryon for DCC
http://ravencrowking.blogspot.com/2025/07/lets-convert-monster-manual-geryon.html

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🃏 "His years of calculating odds at the card table prepared him for this." Ash's journey from gambler to environmental hero starts now! https://a.co/d/clopaWc

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A draft for a page on creating backstories for the character creation section of my upcoming TTRPG.

What do you think?

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Hi guys! I just wanted to share a scene about my MC Bethany. It's a flashback from 5 years ago, you're gonna love it.

Li sector Metro station
Around five years ago

Bethany - inside "Abbie", as she called her avatar - walked to the train station. The "hangtrain", as people called it, was the city's elevated train network. At first she was disgusted by the smells of sweat, bad breath, dirty water and copper, but eventually she got used to it. Little by little she became more familiar with other parts of the city, and with familiarity came the sense of freedom. First it was the hangtrain, then the street markets, then the random streets and alleys, and finally, the rooftops.

Beth simply loved the rooftops. Reaching them was an obstacle, but with the help of a few downloads she got the hang of it pretty soon. In a matter of months she could do most of the acrobatics that professionals did in their shows. And then she got better with practice. The rooftops were now her place. A place where she could really be free. Free from obligations, free from societal restrictions, free from... from everything, really.

Occasionally she would just drop off at any particular station and climb the emergency stairs of a random building to stare at the landscape. Other days, she would want to vent off and run. Just... run.

Today was one of those days. After yet another disappointment from her father, Beth decided she would skip school and just roam free in the city. Despite all the problems that her father's toxic job had caused her, at least the pay was good enough for her to give her some degree of physical freedom - a freedom that she really needed today.

The melodic chime sound coming from the wagon's speakers woke her up from her angst. Today she wanted to run, and the rooftops of the slums and public buildings were her favorite playground.

She set the stopwatch on her wrist, and decided to do one of her favorite routes - across the park, up the pipings of the water treatment plant, on top of a Hermes avatar factory (as long as you didn't cross the yellow fences the guards wouldn't pay attention to you), and a bakery. Then it was some abandoned factories whose dismantled fences and air conditioning boxes made for a fun landscape to play with.

Ready... three... two... one... run.

Two hundred meters of sliding down the handrails, parkouring past the security turnstiles - the exit ones didn't have restrictions so it was perfectly legal to pass them.

"HEY!"

She sighed and paused her stopwatch.

"You again?" asked a Black woman in uniform. "How many times have I told you not to run past this thing? Anybody could mistake you for a thief!"

A single scan from the metal detector device proved she hadn't stolen anything from anyone.

"Fine, you're free to go."

"What? No pat-down?" Beth pouted.

"I'm wearing a camera, you nympho. Besides, you know I don't like girls," replied the guard.

"Gay pills are cheap, you know."

"First, that's sexual harassment and you know it, lady. Second, if you want a skinrub so much go hire a hooker on Venus or something."

"Pfft. Like I could afford Venus."

"Then why don't you work for them? You got the body." Before Beth could answer, the guard went on. "Now get out, you're wasting my time."

Beth shrugged and turned around. Boy, how much she wanted to fuck that lady. Was it the rude woman attitude? Was it her tidy uniform? Or was it the bazongas that were screaming for a way out of that constrictive shirt?

Beth decided not to attrack anyone else's attention. She walked out to the park, started her stopwatch and began to run.

200 meters across the park, to the water plant. Up 15 meters the emergency stairs, a jump across an alley, and up the piping. She wondered if she could reach the bakery in less than 4 minutes.

And suddenly, she decided she didn't want to stop at the bakery. She would go past the industrial area and start running as far as she could, caution be damned. She would just run, slide and jump, as far as her body let her. Just... run.

Nearly half an hour had passed and she was still running. She felt exhausted, her legs hurt, but she was having the time of her life.

That's when she noticed a gang of kids her age free-running across the rooftops. She decided to grab her plastic can and drink the energy juice she had reserved for emergencies.

She ran again - more cautiously this time - until she was two blocks away from the gang.

She wondered how they'd react. She decided to be cautious and just sit nearby to watch them run and play. They were practicing precision jumping. They weren't pros, but they certainly knew what they were doing.

A lookup from her location, their skin tone, and she reached the logical conclusion.

"They don't have implants, she thought. They couldn't buy concepts and insta-learn like her, so they had to practice day and night to become good at anything.

Must be hard to be an immigrant's child. She began to admire them for their effort.

She began to wonder what they'd think of her if they saw her. Would they trust her? Would they welcome her?

Just the thought of getting rejected by them hurt. Perhaps it's best if I leave them alone...

But they looked happy. They talked and laughed with each other. They told jokes. Inside jokes, maybe, but still. She wanted to be part of the group. She began fantasizing about scenarios where she actually saved the day and they welcomed her.

Pfft. As if.

She turned around and realized that she didn't want to go back home. This was her place. This was where she really belonged.

"Hey!" Someone yelled at her from behind. "What are you doing in my property?"

"Sorry, I just -"

"Get the fuck outta here!"

"I'm sorry, I was just -"

The man grabbed what looked like a shotgun - holy shit, it was a real shotgun! What the hell was he doing with one? Those were illegal!

"Alright, alright, I'm leaving!"

Fucking asshole, she thought as she jumped to the next building. She didn't want to bother the group of friends, so she decided to run right. A couple of buildings later and she realized she had reached a dead end. It was just her and the void below.

She kept staring at the asphalt 15 meters below, as she had so many times. Bad thoughts came to her mind. It wasn't that she didn't want to go fuck it all - it was that jumping wouldn't help her in any way. She'd only lose her new body, and with it, the little freedom she had gained.

"Don't."

"What?"

A female voice called her from behind. "I know what you're thinking, but please don't."

"No, I was just..."

"Do you want to talk?"

Beth chuckled. "No, I'm fine. It's not like jumping would accomplish anything, really. I just hate my life, that's all."

The short hispanic girl spoke. "Dolores. But everyone calls me Lola."

"Hi, Lola. Nice to meet you."

"And your name is?"

"Uh... I... I don't know."

"You don't know your name?"

"No, I mean - I'm not comfortable giving it away. You know, opsec."

"Opsec?"

"Operation security. Never give your name to strangers, don't get caught by street cams, privacy, you know."

"Oh. I get it. So how should I call you?"

"Just pick a nickname. Anything would do."

"How about daredevil?"

"Fuck off."

"Devil then?"

"Devil." She laughed, remembering her exploits at school. "Yeah. Devil. I like it."

"Wanna come with us? I'll introduce you to the gang."

"Uh... gang? Sure!"

"Come on, let's go. Follow my lead."

A smile began to draw across her face. "You got it."

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(NSFS: Not safe for school 😅)

Bethany's background and her scenes from the past are so thrilling that the whole thing is exhilarating. I would very much love to write a novel JUST ABOUT HER.

Check this out. She's out of juvie and already got in so much trouble that she stopped giving a shit about anything. So it's her first day of school and she's wearing a super punk T-shirt, vest, and even has anarchist stickers on her skirt.

The Ethics professor is a total prude and starts bashing her attitude, her dress, and says that at least in his class there is a dress code. Either she removes any offensive clothing or she can not enter his class.

The next day she puts him to the test. She sits on the front seat and the professor arrives. And just to fuck with him she's wearing an ahegao T-shirt.

"Miss Michaels. I recall having told you that I would not allow you to enter the classroom with any offensive clothing."

"Oh, I thought you were sarcastic. So if I remove my offensive clothes I can take your class?"

"Yes! Especially that shirt, it's indecent!"

"Okay then."

She proceeds to strip entirely naked (she was going commando because fuck the system 🖕) and throws the clothes out the window.

"Is this okay?"

And check this out, she had not shown her wings and tail, so imagine this naked lady extending her bat wings and demonic tail in all their glory, in front of everyone in the classroom.

The professor is shocked. Furthermore, he was Catholic and made the sign of the cross before running away from the classroom.

When the professor leaves, she stands on her seat and announces: "By the way, I'm a lesbian slut so if any girl wants to fuck, just tell me okay?"

She sits down, takes some actual schoolgirl clothing from her bag, with tie and everything and puts them on.

The professor comes back with the principal, who starts interrogating the class and suddenly everyone lies saying no such thing happened.

Because the professor was super religious, he had already erased the evidence from his brain cache, so he could not officially accuse her of everything.

When the principal leaves, the professor threatens with failing her, to which she replies that she burned her previous school and has already been to prison. "So if you want to threaten me, you better come up with something better. So, did you come here to teach us ethics or engage in a religious crusade?"

After that the professor agreed to let anyone study with the standard curriculum. Beth downloads the concepts to her brain and submits the test electronically, getting an automatic 100.

The class never saw her again, at least inside that class. But that week she became a hero and the gossip of all school, gaining the nickname "Campus Lilith", which she absolutely loved.

The professor retired as soon as the University got a suitable replacement for him. 😁

THE END.

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The more I think about Beth's past the more I identify with her, but not necessarily for the same issues.

So it turns out she had a rebel phase and already got in trouble with the law (this could be a good plot device) for misdemeanors, but since she was a minor she got sent to the juvie for one month.

Thankfully her father paid damages and she got out without too much trouble. That's when her father decided it was time she learned self defense, so she hired a guardian for her using her Victorian connections, and we end up with Talos, a biomodded hulk who not only served as bodyguard, but also as martial arts trainer.

Around that time she got her first avatar and she used sex as a coping mechanism. She also programmed it to cuddle and caress her at night, despite knowing it wasn't a real person. She deleted that feature and that's when her sexcapades began.

She also has to deal with abandonment issues which were exacerbated with every rejection she suffered in college, and by the time her dad began paying attention to her, it was already too late.

So she's still lonely and has nobody to help her deal with her issues - at least until Vixen entered her life.

All I want for Beth is to find someone who will stay with her and give her the emotional attention she needs 🥺

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Oh boy. I've been psychoanalyzing Bethany (one of the main characters in my novel) and turns out that she ends up in bed with the Madame from the android training mansion 🙈 not because the Madame seduced her, but because she's s needy that the Madame offered her some comfort and she jumped at the opportunity. Then one thing led to another and they ended up in bed, with Beth radiant, all huggy, kissy and cling while the poor Madame stared at the ceiling worrying about Beth's emotional health. (Still wondering whether I should write that on the novel or merely keep it as an off-screen event.)

So I began to wonder 🤔 how things ended up like this.

And I had to take a look at Beth's life, her daily routine, what she does to cope... so here's the thing.

She regularly takes over the counter mood medication to control her depression, and it works to a point. But in the bad days she uses sex and she stays all the damn day in VR sex parlors or paying some VR prostitute to cuddle with her after the act. She's fallen in love with prostitutes more then a dozen times.

Yes. Beth is a total SLUT and prefers cougars because she's got mommy issues. I'd need to add an entire list of women who put her in their blocklist because she was just too needy, too demanding, and that cost her a lot of tears before she finally understood that there's something called personal boundaries - but let's stay with the dozen MILFs who had to break her heart because they needed some air 😬

Fast forward to today. She's matured but she's still needy and hasn't gotten over her mommy issues. So here comes the madame, a strict but caring human being with a pair of HUMONGOUS honkers and Beth ends up throwing an infodump about her personal issues on the poor mortified dominatrix.

Because there's a third party involved in all this, the Madame couldn't say no to Beth; instead she uses the opportunity to give her some important life advice.

Basically, she's become responsible for Beth's emotional being, like some sort of fairy godmother with benefits.

At least there's some good news: Beth will finally get over her father's abandonment, and today was an inflection point in her life.

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