The slime indeed managed to find something interesting. It was a predatory plant. Disguising itself as part of the grass, a network of earthbound vines waited patiently. If a deer, a bunny or anything suitable in size happened upon it, the vines grappled onto the creature’s legs. Then, it proceeded to just hold them until they died. Accordingly, this was plant was called grip-root. Adventurers weren’t known for their naming sense, even if they had a doctorate in biology at th...
2018-12-20 13:04:38 +0000 UTC
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John looked at the figurine on the table. It wore the same dress as Aclysia did right now, the small changes she had made to it notwithstanding. It was black and something between a French and a goth maid outfit, without the apron. It was an over designed piece, with feather-esque decorations at the elbows, large padded shoulders and a window that allowed everyone to see a bit of cleavage between flower like lines of cloth, all of it ending at a turtleneck.
The side of the short, frilly...
2018-12-20 00:54:13 +0000 UTC
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The slime found a happy equilibrium between how much mana it could gather from the energy it produced from photosynthesis and how much it gave to the pond. While its only influence over the former was that the mana regeneration was directly linked to how much it ate, the latter it could change by adjusting how much of it was touching the metal.
It was a weird liquid, to say the least. It hardened in response to the slime’s touch. In other words, the slime could sit on it with its whole body ...
2018-12-19 00:39:12 +0000 UTC
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Note: Drip-Fed will now have lazy titles. Arc Name X. This is cause I feel like it.
The slime was feeling quite good about itself since it had figured out that it was pretty safe in this environment. As long as it kept its fleshy bits to itself, it was uninteresting to its surroundings. Not that it currently had any fleshy bits in the first place, having outgrown its latest pair of legs.
It had spent days searching around and a lot of new experiences had been made. First and for...
2018-12-18 13:02:46 +0000 UTC
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“I want to apologize to you,” John thus said when he was alone with Aclysia in the living room. Except he wasn’t alone, as the bunch of prying creatures most of his girls were, he just knew that at least half of them were listening in. Whether that was Eliza using her supreme hearing, the elementals just listening in or Rave straight up sitting down beside him with a lollipop in her mouth, they were keeping their ears straight. They had the decency to keep quiet though.
Aclysia lo...
2018-12-17 22:45:13 +0000 UTC
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The slime couldn’t know this, but when it finally figured out how to manipulate the ants accurately, it had turned one year old. Indeed, a lot of the actions it had to wait for, it had to figure things out for, all of these things had taken weeks to months. Large gaps of nothing or boring safety between the occasional chaos and risk.
For the slime itself, all of that had just been one large, continuous blob of experience. It didn’t need to sleep after all, although it did prefer to just si...
2018-12-17 20:56:57 +0000 UTC
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John picked the last trait of the Wealth category, the one that allowed members of his guild to drop items up to Epic quality, and was then greeted with a new button asking him to upgrade the Guild Hall now. Standing atop the sun deck of his yacht, he clicked on the yes button.
The effect was a rainbow-coloured shimmer laying itself on top of the edge of the Illusion Barrier, as if it was made of a giant soap bubble, which then slowly pushed outwards until coming to a halt when the radi...
2018-12-16 23:56:00 +0000 UTC
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The slime had gotten itself in a precarious situation. It was currently surrounded by ants, lots and lots of ants, enough to rip it apart in no time flat if they wanted to. It was a good thing for the amorphous that they didn’t, because they didn’t see the slime as an enemy. They saw it as part of their nest.
Yes, the slime was now part of an ant lair. To be exact, it was the reinforced ceiling of something like a central road that connected several breeding chambers with a dumping site. J...
2018-12-16 13:39:59 +0000 UTC
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The slime liked discovering things about itself. The newest thing it learned about itself was that there was a difference between Growths and Attributes. Of the former, it could maintain a total of six now. There was some relation between its diameter at complete unchanged form, one it rarely assumed, and the amount of possible Growths, but with neither a tool to measure itself nor an idea what a measurement unit was, the slime only knew that there was some relationship.
Anyway, it could maint...
2018-12-15 09:45:54 +0000 UTC
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John looked at the image he received. For some reason, Scarlett had seen it fit to put on both her round sunglasses and hat. The glasses sat deep enough on her nose that her red eyes were peeking over the rim as she looked up into the phone she had taken the nude with.
Her body was as weirdly attractive as the rest of her. Some moisture kept clinging to her petite breasts and gave them a nice, fresh look. The pink nipples he had seen earlier were as erect as they had been back then, on her lip...
2018-12-14 22:34:02 +0000 UTC
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Immediately after that gathering, Rave told John to follow her. To which he responded he wanted to take a shower. “Look, I said I am going to send Scarlett a nude if she sends me one and in return she will pay her window cleaners properly.”
“That is an… odd end to that chain,” Rave pointed out, “but there is a shower where Eliza is, so we can go there anyway. Does Scarly want a dick-pic or a full-on nude?”
“Nude, with erection, glistening from a fresh shower,” John expl...
2018-12-14 01:48:43 +0000 UTC
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Scarlett: I am waiting.
John: YOU are waiting? How about you explain to me why you sent me somewhere where an absolute monster is hanging out?
Scarlett: Absolute monster? Wait, I am still checking the security footage…
Scarlett: Ah, Sigmund was there. Wow, you have bad luck.
Scarlett: Still, I just got these windows cleaned yesterday!
John: Judging by that gigantic emblem you ...
2018-12-13 05:43:06 +0000 UTC
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Westfall was a land of brown. Romantic farmers often claimed it was a land of gold, but really it was a land of brown. All overpowering brown from the crops that farmers forced out of the ground. The thing about Westfall was that it wasn’t even the most fertile of Stormwind’s provinces. That title went squarely to the Elwynn Forest. However, Westfall still produced the majority of Stormwind’s grain.
This was thanks to the other things provided in Stormwind’s provinces....
2018-12-12 00:33:52 +0000 UTC
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John had no time to react to Smlere or even be worried. All he saw was a flash, a dark eye burning with the empty happiness of using powers as Sigmund saw fit. Then the sound of metal clashing again. The scene that started this whole fight repeated at a different place at a not so different time, but now Aclysia had a sword that could match his.
“You feel much weaker than your first strike,” she stated, standing her ground as the two giant blades locked. However, it was clear that Sigmund ...
2018-12-11 08:06:21 +0000 UTC
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In the split second in which Sigmund turned around, drew his sword and closed in on John, he himself only saw a blur. Aclysia and Metra reacted in the nick of time. The weaponized maid threw herself in front of John, Vol’Jin’Zul in front of her; simultaneously, Metra was still drawing her weapon from John’s inventory when it happened.
The full horizontal swing sent John and Aclysia flying. They broke through the front of the house and were sent tumbling over the transformed golf course u...
2018-12-10 03:07:00 +0000 UTC
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The slime had to face it: Most of the growth options it acquired would eventually cease to be useful. The insect tail had already fallen out of viability. The eyes of all the kinds of creatures it had eaten until now quickly became less useful as well, as they became too small in comparison to its overall body to see a wide area in front of it. However, what bothered it the most was the lack of good legs.
By now, it was back to crawling, having reached the size of a grapefruit. The reason for ...
2018-12-09 12:12:39 +0000 UTC
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John: So, what, you will just watch as I take over your city?
Scarlett: Yeah, best start with the places I have shops. Take over the barriers, don’t harm the shops unless you have to, and if they do get tangled up, please don’t break anything really important.
John: Like the store clerks?
Scarlett: Eh… depends on the store.
John: Wow.
Scarlett: Spare me your moralizing. Do...
2018-12-08 09:31:03 +0000 UTC
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“So now we can add a strip club to the list of places we had sex at,” Rave said as she put her pants back on, an endeavour that took a bit around her firm butt, as always.
“Was that on your bucket list?” John asked, handing Metra her clothing out of his inventory. She clicked her tongue because it was more than she wanted and way more than she was fine with. However, they also needed to walk back after this, so she didn’t have a choice. For Aclysia, she already headed back to the tab...
2018-12-07 06:46:52 +0000 UTC
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‘Ahhh, feels good to level quickly,’ John thought at the end of the five-day marathon. There was just something deeply satisfying about getting experience quickly. ‘Or at least effectively quickly, technically it took me the same time as normally. Still though, feels good.’ He took his phone out...
2018-12-06 11:04:56 +0000 UTC
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The throne room of Stormwind, the place where the most important decisions for the future of the Alliance, one of Azeroth’s two major powers, were made. A place of dignity, wisdom and naked people getting orally pleased by their inferiors and (sometimes) superiors.
A new kind of table had recently become popular in noble circles. On the surface, it was just a regular oak table. The only real difference was that it was a bit taller than usual. However, if one looked under the table, one found...
2018-12-04 23:05:43 +0000 UTC
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“Hello, John Newman, aka the Gamer, aka my future boss!” that was the sound to which John woke up to on the following Thursday, the voice of the Fateweaver amplified by what John felt like was a foghorn. “I am Magoi Magus, aka Anathema, aka your personal Fateweaver – as previously agreed. Are you awake? Please come out with pants on if you are! There are children in my proximity.”
“Well, I am now,” John grumbled, raising his upper body from the sheets with a glance at the alarm s...
2018-12-03 23:23:45 +0000 UTC
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Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was the Enclave improved to liveable levels in 24-hours’ time. As a matter of fact, they didn’t even get that bathhouse John had suggested going. Not a real surprise, they were a bunch of people John just randomly elevated out of poverty yesterday. Most of them, without a doubt, were still half-stuck within depression. Thankfully, there was a minority that was taking this opportunity for what it was, motivating everyone else to at least try by proxy.<...
2018-12-03 06:06:59 +0000 UTC
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Despite its best efforts, the slime did need another two stalactites to fall before it was big enough to snowball down (or rather up) the food chain. How long did it take for two more stalactites to fall? Well, about as long as it took to actively watch grass grow.
In other words, it didn’t know, but it didn’t matter either because it was just too damn long. A felt eternity was spent just sitting around. Literally, as the slime had found the perfect hunting strategy. By disguising itself a...
2018-12-02 12:27:25 +0000 UTC
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A lot of things happened after Anduin woke up. For a start, they took a bath together that involved her giving him a soapy handjob and ended with her tasting his cum with her tongue for the first time. From the orgasmic reaction it was clear that the mark was clearly doing its work.
Then, on the way back to the bed to engage in activities that would have made another bath necessary, they were rudely interrupted by an explosion. It seemed Priscilla Ashvane had survived her flight out of the cit...
2018-12-01 08:21:39 +0000 UTC
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An hour later and after realizing that it was pretty hard to find a hotdog stand at 9 PM on a Saturday, even in NYC, he returned to a slightly smaller camp. With a hotdog in his stomach. Just because it was pretty hard, didn’t mean it was impossible.
The decision reached evidently hadn’t satisfied everyone. “We accept the offer, Mister Newman,” Seth respectfully said. Now the man was smaller and weaker than him and thoroughly in the worse position, but John still felt incredibly weird ...
2018-12-01 07:49:02 +0000 UTC
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“Why do these fucking creepy ass hospi-shits have doors anyway?” Eliza wanted to know as they walked further down the shore. “What dumbass reason could those scalpel-brains have to place doors anywhere?”
“Mhm,” John thought about that for a second. “I would say because unconscious people cannot enter or exit barriers, but if there is a physical entrance, they can be carried inside.” He had seen at least one case where that would have been necessary. “Which reminds me that I s...
2018-11-29 20:10:40 +0000 UTC
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They made their way onto the ship with no problem. As predicted, ticket checks for this side were basically non-existent. John couldn’t imagine that the amount of times people had gotten on the island on their own and were then in need to take the ferry back went above once every ten years.
“Can I just say,” Rave said, hands hidden in giant mittens hidden inside the armpits of her enormous jacket, “that I feel weird about how my whole life is suddenly centred around boats?” She shive...
2018-11-29 06:41:47 +0000 UTC
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Darkness.
“It’s all my fault,” the voice her childlike version said, looking at happy memories of a father that was no more.
“I could have saved him,” the voice of her adult version agreed. “Had he only listened to me.”
“I could have saved him,” the voice of her current version spat out. “If only I had killed them all like the ruthless dogs they were.”
Darkness.
“It’s all my fault,” the voice of her adult version said, looking at the mana bom...
2018-11-27 17:44:55 +0000 UTC
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John grabbed the pebble that was his current Jack replacement and threw it down the hallways of the demonic labyrinth they were currently in. Not only did he do that to check for traps, he also used that pebble as a staging point to then throw Shardbounds at the thin chicken legs of the local monster variation which he spied around the corner of the crossroad. They were disturbing beasts, bloated bodies and legs like stilts but thick arms and heads that were just one giant eye socketed directly ...
2018-11-27 06:04:37 +0000 UTC
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“So, what are we doing with all of this?” John asked with a look into his inventory. Most of what had dropped was useless to him, what he had put aside he had already fed to Aclysia or used to spawn some cute little slime blobs with happy faces on their surfaces. He hadn’t seen Nia since creating them. “The obvious answer is put it on the auction…”
“Ja, that is the obvious answer, so go do that,” Rave told him, fanning out her still somewhat wet hair. She had showered after wha...
2018-11-26 05:17:58 +0000 UTC
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