Where in the Discord are they?
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Arch wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep- only that he was now waking up tired and groggy, arms restrained to his sides and his stomach pushing down on his legs. The sweet smell of that sugary, cold, green slime was growing familiar to him at this point, and he was afraid to open his eyes at the realization of where he might be, yet… there was sound, the slorshes of heavy boots kicking around pules of the stuff.
He opened his eyes to what once might have been a grand castle hallway; the brickwork half-digested by the foul ooze that made up half the place he had been trapped inside. His stomach churned slightly in nausea as he looked down at himself, feeling just how full every limb had been swollen with the surrogate fat. He risked a glance directly forward to see that women- the same, over-weight slime-filled women standing besides a alter, looking down at him.
He opened his mouth to speak, and could only gag on the leftover, cold stuffing that was still filling his every nick and cranny, feeling as if he let it out, he might never be able to clamp his mouth shut again. He gurgled in discomfort, trying to move his legs, stuck as he was inside of the slime-coated floor.
He watched in slow, dawning horror as the women began to dance, the orb placed within the center of the alter humming to life with a sickening green energy, the slime-cultist’s girth slowly shrinking, as the sound of humming machinery and churning slime echo’d across the entire room. He tried to pull himself free with yet more vigor, finding himself simply unable to move, his stomach beginning to loudly gurgle and bubble alongside the rest of the room’s hellish, ooze-like noises.
His new mistress was upon him in seconds, scooping up a handful of slime from floor, holding it tantalizingly in front of the slowly-growing fatass. He tried his best, hesitating and flinching, but eventually he gave out. Obediently opening his mouth in acceptance, with a deep, heavy gulp once the fistful of jammy ooze had been shoved into his waiting maw.
He struggled to resist whatever maladiction had been placed on his mind as he sat there, willingly taking mouthful after mouthful of gulps to fill him even faster, the pleasure of being so big, the lazy gluttony of having his stomach and every limb filled, even the coldness the ooze had been imparting onto him didn’t feel so bad, his mind fighting off going completely blank under whatever spell had been cast on him…
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the story? hm… I think I’m going to try this to make if you wish, my own story I will accept in and begin making 2024! but I need how the image works, etc in Weight Gaming…
Hey, is this thread dead? I was thinking of making a story for here. Avali stuff, if that peaks your interest.
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i guess nobody has had any storties they thought worth posting. but if you’ve got something with avali. im curious now
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Same. It would be quite spectacular.
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Yea, I’d love to see more activity on this thread, and since someone brought up possible ideas, I had an idea for an in-character blog/log thing where the idea would be posting as my Novakid in first person, sending out messages about their travels and shenanigains that would ensue. Additionally, because it would be like a signal message she was sending out, I wondered if there could be some way I could have you all contribute to the story by like voting on what she does or things like that, but I’m not too sure on how to.
I was wondering if it suited this thread or if it would be better to start a new thread or handle it some other way, so if you have any thoughts on the idea or how to handle it, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks.
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Can you tell me which MOD this slime creature race is from?
the reason about thread it seems… nothing… or unactive, but i was starpound’s in discord server there was uploading some new update stuff and of course could slime race mod, and also multiplayer server! maybe you should check about it discord, they still have plenty updates and you should check out there was you can make stories, rp, etc
This actually isn’t from anything, I just used the slime outfits and the Symbiote hat thingy 
Oh, but for the custom colors of the crew members, I used the NPC Maker to…well, make them.
Various star-bound races may have come together, but there are still people in the universe unfamiliar with my own. I can’t blame them; there’s little to nothing documented of my own kind. So, when I beam down to a planet, I’m met with peculiar stares. I’m aware of the looks they give me, but I am not bothered. Like my people, I’ve chosen what fascinates me, and what I’d do with the mind and body I was given. I decided to become a hunter.
There are certain connotations that come with the word. Especially considering the infamy of a certain plant-folk species. I may hunt for sport, but that’s where the similarities end between me and the Florans. I learn about what I’m after first- and upon catching my prey, I learn even more. What makes this creature function? What does it have in common with it’s ecosystem? Can it be enjoyed as a meal, or tamed as a partner? All of these things…fascinate me. Yet, to avoid troubling consequences, I’ve refrained from hunting sentient species- unless that species actively hunts me. My curiosity may get the better of me one day…but at this point, I’ve fought vicious creatures from various star systems. So when a galaxy appeared on my star maps with a peculiarly foreboding name…I had to investigate.
The Darkness Mire is composed of one forest planet, one savannah planet, and two divine. Divine worlds are still out of my reach; unknown forces prevent many species from getting too close. Instead, I settled on the savannah.
There was a menagerie of interesting creatures there, including this “Lard Monster” I’ve heard so much about. I’ve done my best to steer clear of the menace; the liquids secreted from this melting, shambling creature induces madness and an insatiable gluttony. Thankfully, I’ve trained myself to deal with such creatures- and combined with the might of my compound bow, they stand no chance, be they close, or from a distance.
Yet, the name still stuck out to me. “The Darkness Mire.” Frightening beasts exist here, but that can be said about many worlds. The beauty and diversity of the ecosystem and fauna didn’t give me any connotations that these worlds were suffering from some nebulous terror…
My hunt continued. On that night, I encountered a particular favorite prey of mine: slimes. Compared to the tougher beasts I fought, they were a welcome sight. Most species find issue with slimes, and I could see why. The slime has no other defense than forcing itself into one’s digestive system, hoping that its weak acids are enough to consume prey from the inside, where it would have a hypothetical edge. Evolution did not favor this species however, and even small predators are able to consume slimes as a source of protein. That’s why slimes appear in groups; if they can’t digest their prey’s insides, they’d painfully overstuff the prey and slowly work from there.
Thankfully, my kind is a predatory species, with an elastic stomach and powerful wings. The average harpy can consume their bodyweight and still have the strength to fly. To me, even a group of slimes are an irresistible snack to feast on…
Without hesitation, I swooped down. The gelatinous beasts were as eager to enter my gullet, and I happily allowed them to. My mouth was momentarily filled with sweet, almost fruity flavors as I quickly gulped down one by one. They entered my belly, where I was prepared to feel their satisfying squirm…and to my disappointment, not even three were enough. I felt the packed-in slimes dissolve, bubbling noisily- but unsatisfyingly. Almost as quickly as I consumed them, they had run out of life to fight with…
The slimes of this planet were extremely weak- but this only meant I could savor their sweet taste as I hunted for more in the area. If I could remember, it took at least a dozen until I was properly sated. My belly was so full, it hung past my lap and stopped at my knees. There was just enough living slime in there to kick every so often, still trying to expand in my stomach but failing. I decided this was a good stopping point for the night. Spreading my wings, I found a decent perching spot, away from the ground-dwellers, and let the sensation rock me to sleep…
As I woke up, I noticed the familiar marks of civilization in the distance. There was a small village which stretched from the grassy plains, to the savannah again. Usually, I didn’t walk through such settlements, especially remote ones like these; unless it was a multi-race city, there was always the risk of stirring xenophobia just by showing up. Yet, the name of this star system echoed through my mind…just what kind of people live here? I had to see.
Descending from the mountain, I found myself in the flowery grounds and arched rooftops of a Hylotl village. Seeing the fish people thrive in such a warm climate was mildly baffling, but I had to remember that the Hylotl were a land-faring folk before finding refuge in the ocean. It appeared this village didn’t break far from its traditional roots. All-in-all, I didn’t know what to expect.
The Hylotl were known for two things: their hospitality, and their haughtiness, especially when it came to other races. I’m sure my feathered appendages and bloated, still digesting form would’ve been two out of several things that would disturb them, but surprisingly, they were unbothered by my appearance. In fact, they welcomed me rather kindly. Ironically, I found it more disconcerting than them giving me ugly stares or chasing me off.
Especially when there was a string of disappearances, by the looks of things.
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Not to be too much of a self promoter, but anyone here may have more ideas to pull from if they updated the mod to the latest version.From Big Fatties to the rework and name change, Starpounds.