SkyHellef

@skyhellef.bsky.social

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🧀 SFW|NSFW furry artist https://t.me/habitatskyhellef

The seller leans in closer, neon flickering across the chrome in his eyes… - Listen up, choom. What you’re looking at is the Ares-Ω spinal core. This ain’t some showroom scrap or a corpo prototype choked with limiters. This beauty is fresh off the front lines of the Corporate Wars. The casing’s a titanium-carbon alloy reinforced with neuro-polymers. It handles up to 12Gs—you could drop off a skyscraper and stand back up like nothing happened. Built-in servos overclock your body's reaction time; you’ll be moving faster than your own damn thoughts. Next-gen neural interface—direct sync, zero latency, zero phantom pains. You want power? You’re in the right place. Ripperdoc precision or spec-ops reflexes—it’s all about how you tune it. Side effects? Depends on how much chrome your soul can handle, choom. The last owner went full cyberpsycho. No serial numbers. No tracking. The suits don’t even know it exists—and trust me, that’s a best. So decide. You wanna stay someone who’s afraid of breaking… or become someone who doesn’t stop?
DM: Walking through the house late at night, you notice a figure in the kitchen. Someone is clearly eating ice cream — very intently, so much so that it’s making a bit of noise. DM: 🎲 Roll a d20 to determine what happens next. DM: …This is unbelievable! 20! Critical success! DM: Against all odds, you catch the legendary beast completely off guard. The dragon freezes, unable to bring the next spoonful to his mouth. A drop of ice cream falls back into the container. His mighty falters. DM: For the first time in many centuries, you witness something truly unusual: the dragon is embarrassed. Frye (dragon), quietly: “Let’s make a deal. You didn’t see anything.” DM: He discreetly slips you a pouch of gold, avoids eye contact, and prays that by dawn his fearsome reputation remains intact. DM: The character gains +1 to blackmail (Dragon).