Morbid - Blog Posts
Star Wars ARG/Creepypasta AU (Kinda?)
:Files of the Grand Army of the Republic:
File- The 666th Legion
Classification- [REDACTED]
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Reports of a 666th Clone Legion from the Grand Army of the Republic have just been received from the Outer Rim to the office of the Chancellor.
Citizens from the region claim that they had been plagued by legions of battle droids when what seemed to be an abandoned Venator-Class cruiser. But it wasn’t, when the citizens saw gunships begin to leave the hangar of the ship.
When the gunships landed, Clones began to leave the ship, but they were all from different legions and ranks. Commandos, ARC, ARF, Pilot, Covert OPs, even Marine Corps clones were falling upon the enemy. The citizens then proceeded to notice that the clones all appeared to be bloodied, mutated, and as they put, “broken and empty.”
After the droids were all destroyed with relative ease, what appeared to be the leader of the Legion approached them. They described the markings on the leader’s (which appears to be an ARC Trooper) armor being that of skulls and bones. The ARC Trooper simply asked if the citizens were okay, and when they nodded, the leader motioned for the troops to leave. As fast as they arrived, they left.
When orders were made to investigate this mystery legion, no discoveries were made. In fact, it seemed this was just a fairy tale made up by the planet’s citizens to try and get the Republic’s attention. Regardless, a squad of clone commandos were sent to the planet to investigate the scene of the fight.
The commandos reported in three days later, explaining what they saw. There was indeed a massive battlefield. But it was more easily described as a scrapyard. While there were shots made by both sides, the droids were literally torn apart. B2s, B1s, Commando Droids, Spider Droids, even Droidekas were all torn apart. The commandos also said there wasn’t a single clone body seen on the field.
They then reported an odd symbol made on some of the droids. Where the chest of some of the droids was a Republic insignia burned into the droids’ metal. The commandos located the citizens that made the report and asked about the burned insignias. The citizens stated they didn’t see any signs of the droids being burned with those insignias.
It has since been determined that this 666th Legion is the result of a Kaminoian experiment gone horribly wrong.
The Commandos ordered to this mission, Target Squad, have been researching and hunting down clues for this mystery Legion for the past few months. They have since made little progress, but made a few discoveries. One being the experimentations.
A Kaminoian scientist named Beasly Dire had been quite a well known scientist when their experiments were discovered by the others, and even to the other Kaminoians he had gone too far, being exiled to another hidden facility. That Facility has yet to be discovered, since all records have been erased.
Other sightings of the 666th Legion have also since been sighted. All ending the same.
With a scrapyard of droid parts.
Further Investigation is required.
Until More Information is Revealed,
-Commander Fox
Pushing the button will cause you to almost always have perfect health.
Here's how it works: When you develop something that you consciously consider a health problem, the next time you sleep you will wake up next to your body. It is now dead. In a maximum of two hours a new body will form around you that is just how the previous one would have been without the problem. If you were sick, no longer sick. If you lost an arm, it's back. If you were born with one arm but want two, you have two now. If you decided that human bodies (or just yours) have a flawed design and have ideas for how it could be improved, you have the improvements. Yes, this can be things about your mind that you want to change. Etc. You can figure this out I think. Of course, you will need to do something about the corpses. And each time this happens, you look just slightly more uncanny.
That sobering moment when you are brushed by death. Only by proxy; a tragedy twice removed.
But you see different, taste different, feel different.
Confronted by the fragile state that is humanity. When death is more than just mortality and morbidity.
Floating without even grief to hold your heart. Unbroken and unsure.
The Way I'm Sure Mice Are Meant To Die
I'm not always sure what God's I worship
I'm not always sure of my own morals
I'm not always sure of my theories of the afterlife
But something I am sure of and always have been is my belief in mother earth
And my hatred of cruel glue traps
I know the mice are not meant to be here
If I were fast enough to catch them to release I would
But I know I am not
So if it must come to a trap I will use something that is fast
Because between a quick bullet to the brain execution or a long tortureous death of struggle and starvation
I think all of us would choose the first choice
Mind you this creature is dying for such a petty crime
Just trying to survive somewhere they don't even know they shouldn't be
When it's over I'll bury him
The mouse in my room that will soon be in a trap that I've set
And I'll feel bad for murdering something more innocent than my own kind
But I will feel better knowing he did not suffer
And that I return him to the earth from which he came
Become throwing a creature of earth
of flesh and bone once granted life
Into layers of plastic with the pollution bound for a graveyard of garbage
It feels so wrong
Even as a child I knew that
It goes against all nature and worse starves earth of her meal
It's take with no true give
I'll likely repeat this to deaf ears of family
When they find me digging a hole for a pest
If I had a choice I'd be buried with no coffin
But I know I don't
So all I can do is hope for the cheapest one
Made of the softest wood
Something easy to rot
I'd rather not keep mother earth waiting long for her meal
For now I'll give her back the small mouse that wandered away from her to my own den
And hope she sees his death not as unatural cruelty but as predator sharing prey
The way I'm sure mice are meant to die
pervert (said lovingly and with my hand on your belt)
i am sure that hell must be cold
I will love you into oblivion
my little disco Death Star,
in our secret society built for two.
your serial thrills my moth cult kills
you grow into my deep dark places
like mold upon my bones
the gap in the tooth and crook of your nose
my pretty baby full of grace
dripping red drippy drops along the floor.
Sugar, Spice, n Everything Nice.
That's what girls are made of.
"One might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity."
- Stephen King, The Gunslinger
So I tend to refer to someone or something sleeping as them being dead. I say it in a joking sense like
"Oh she's dead." = "Oh she's asleep."
And just now I looked at my dog, who is sleeping beside my bed, and thought
"Oh she died rather quickly." And laughed.
After a moment I just kinda froze and realized how morbid my humor was.
I raise you one better:
its raf and cody who gather bones
yeah miko does the rituals and shrines and stuff, but raf and cody supply the bones
raf Just Thinks Theyre Neat™️, and Cody has seen too much crime to not have a morbid fascination with finding out everything abt these dead animals
Miko at some point: Heck yea I got this strong screaming at the moon and eating dirt! -🐦
As someone who is a Celtic pagan and headcanons Miko as being a Hellenistic pagan who worships Artemis (Thanks Ratchet Fanclub chat) ....I can confirm that you can scream at the moon and eat dirt to get in favor with the gods and potentially get stronger. (please don’t really eat dirt that’s not an actual magic practice AFAIK and you’ll just get sick.)
On this note I also raise: Miko has animal bones she found while playing in the desert in her backpack. Bulkhead asks in horror why the hell she needs bones. And she just says “They’re for Artemis. Hopefully she’ll give me the power to kick Con ass.”