A belated happy April 7th.

Who's who? Who're ewe? Who knows! All jokes aside, Fresh batch of Free-to-use PFPs! Appropriately colored Megalith-themed sheep drones! Coming in both conventional and extra wooly horned versions! As usual, Do with them as you please!

Mind hazing as your mind is warped, twisted, and eventually...Completely erased. One last shudder of elation running through your body as the last vestiges of humanity are wiped away. Leaving ample room for docile conditioning and obedient new programming. What a good Toy you'll become~

[CHANGES] Lycanthropy is a terrible thing, isn't it? A single bite, scratch, or nick...And you can kiss your humanity goodbye. A tragic fate, No~?

[KEEP AT IT] Aphrodisiacs, Slick sleeves, and colorful spirals. Research wants their genetic samples and they will get them.

Oh right! I forgot, I've been writing stories! Enjoy some Nulge-based writings I made a few days ago~

Don't you hate it when an evil obelisk hosting a Wetware AI tries to mangle you into strange and horrible forms? It can be terribly inconvenient! Regardless, Decided to draw up an official Megalith Ref! Got questions? I got answers!

Oh no you see; This machine is SUPPOSED to emulsify converts! That way we can then later mold, restructure, and morph them into interesting new horrors! ...Which means it's working perfectly as intended! No need to send ANOTHER inspector for us to also emulsify. That'd just be wasteful~!

Sorry to say but R&D has cut funding to our most recent projects. Which means unfortunately we will NOT be able to put you in the meat grinder that turns you into a flesh monster. We apologize for this. In the meantime; Why not distract yourself with one of our other many horrific machines~?

C'mon, Let us glue you into the Sharksuit! You'll be so much happier as a ditzy brainwashed thing. Unknowingly dragging yourself deeper into trance the longer you stay in that dark polished rubber... Plus, Soon you won't even remember being a human! Without thought and identity. Just a shark~

Red and black! Pick up the slack! Sporting a new look you better guess who's back! That's right! Free-to-use Mako PFPs! Coming in both reference-accurate and stylized versions! Ready to corrupt your mind and brainwash you into a sadistic Rubbershark all the same! Have fun~

You are but mere flesh. Tissue and meat wrapped around bones and nerves. A mechanism of living cells. And like any mechanism it can be modified. Enhanced. Changed and altered. For you are a blank canvas. Unmarred and unaltered. Prime for the correction~

Silent. Quiet. Blank. It's a wonder what a few neural augmentations can do! Rendering even the messiest and most unruly of converts a placid and harmless thing. A pretty doll to be sealed up, redesigned, and reprogrammed. Isn't that right~?

The erasure of one's humanity is not a pretty process. The clattering of scalpels and the rearranging of tissues fill the operating theatre. Slowly replacing old obsolete tissues with cruel hydraulics and unyielding titanium. All of this eventually wrapped in smooth rubber. Remade into a weapon~

What's this? A fresh batch? Yes indeed! New Set (or Pair, Rather) of Free-to-use PFPs! Squeaky Bird-drones for all your avian purposes. Complete with a mundane white gloss or an extra-evil RED glossy reflection! As usual, Use them for whatever you like!

Ticking clockwork and shifting gears... You'll be another Drinkybird in my collection. Peel the skin. Gouge the flesh. Grafting copper plating and a new beaked mask in place! Almost done. Almost complete. ...Just one last neurosurgical alteration to finish the ensemble. All to make you perfect~

Oh, Don't look at me that way. I'm a professional! I know my way around tissue-rejection and proper grafting procedures. I'll make you beautiful. ...But if you insist on being ungrateful, Perhaps I'll see to it that your memories don't survive the alteration? Maybe that'll fix your attitude~

A pretty beak and dark glossy feathers... You'll be a pretty bird for us. Won't you? We'll make you sing, chirp, and preen. Suppressing all of those meddlesome human instincts and desires. Carving, Tearing, Amputating. Tearing away the old so I can graft & install the new. A pretty bird.

Good sheep. With pretty white wool and gentle eyes. That's what you'll become. That's what I'll mangle you into. It won't be a pleasant process. Not by any consideration whatsoever. But it'll be worth it. You'll be Pure. Blank. Empty. A perfect blank slate.

Sealed and glued into a sleek new laminated suit of some Generic Rubbershark or dragon then gluing on your new permanent uniform! Gloves, boots, Latex and rubber. Revealing yet concealing at all the same time! You can pry and tug all you like, But this new glossy wardrobe is here to stay~

[Shlurrrp..] What better way to reinforce team spirit than to directly pump that pink transformative rubber into your ear? Coating your brain with latex and overwriting your thoughts... Memory and personality overwritten in favor of competitive enthusiasm and sporty motivation! Another flamingo~

[Sqrrk...] That's right! A set of FOUR Free-to-use Pink Flamingo profile images! Use them for profile-play, Formlocks, RP, Goofing around, Who knows! Just make sure you have fun, Stay in uniform, And keep your head in the game! See you on the field~!

Pssh, Sorry! You just didn't make the cut... However... [SQRK!] We can certainly Rubberize & brainwash you into an even MORE ditzy Spoonbill-gal! Glued into a similar uniform and tasked with helping out the actual players. Just another unthinking assistant. Helpful and mindlessly needy~

Only brief moments of conscious lucidity before settling back into that cruel vacuous fugue. It doesn't exactly help that you're surrounded by dozens of identical Rubber-Flamingos, Endlessly reinforcing the vacant haze of the other. Ensuring that everyone's in character and in trance~

Nailing you with a Speed-ball! ...Only for it to splatter on contact. Slithering into your ears, nose, and throat as thick rubber creeps along your body. Silencing your mind. Stifling your identity... Soon sealed into an identical drone wrapped in team-colors. Happy to help with logistics~

Ooh, Don't be shy! You can get a handful! ...Not that there's really anything TO grab! Smooth polished rubber, a flat featureless chest, A smooth Null-patch... You can get as handsy as you like with me, But it's not like there's really anything to play with! Perfectly presentable~

Stick to the script! Stay in character! ANY perceived deviation from the Team's projected image will result in..."Thorough Correction" afterwards, Eheeeh... Thick straps, Swirling screens, A whirring vibrator or two... We'll get you behaving soon enough. We promise you that~

Squeezing, Molding, Reshaping... Plucking and pulling forth a nice new beak! Painting on your new ever-smug looking eyes, Gluing on your new Ball-cap and stretching out your neck... When you're working with transformative Rubber, It's easy to mold troublemakers into Ditzy new Flamingos~

Taking an unlucky fan and Permasealing them in a thick rubbery team-mascot suit! Zipper glued shut and partially inflated... ...Only to then immediately thrash them with an equally inflated rubbery bat! Bouncing around, Getting them dizzy... Ensuring they'll be quite the dizzy ditz on the field~!

Feh! Emotions? Memories? A unique personality? You don't need all that! Better to instead coat your brain with slick pink latex and pump it full of team spirit! Every coherent thought utterly consumed with baseball and anticipation for the next game. Like a good Team player~

Oh hush, Newbie! I know the Adhesive's cold but I gotta make sure your uniform's properly glued in place. Hat, Skirt, Top... After-all, What's a team player if they aren't sporting their colors? And this devotion is here to stay... [Sqrrk~]

Oh please, Who WOULD turn down the opportunity to get to be a squeaky, sporty, and ever-competitive Flamingo Gal~? ...Sure, You lose most of your memories and you're stuck under heavy trance 24/7, But you get used to it! I certainly have! Eheeheeh....

You'll stop being you and you'll get to be me! And isn't that the kind of makeover anyone would positively die for? Losing your identity and personality... Overwritten and hypnotized into an identical smug confident Flamingo~ A brand new me~! Just like the others~

Grabbing and pulling, Stretching, and warping you into a familiar shape... Replacing that drab old human visage with a nice hooked beak! And those hands with plush glossy wings... Only once you're complete can we start gluing on your new uniform and getting you in the "Spirit" of the game~!

Tut, Hold still... We need you looking good for the field! So I gotta polish you with a little extra vivishine before the big game! Gotta make sure you're looking your best! Polishing that pink rubber, Aching Null-patch, Irremovable skirt, uniform, and hat... Making you presentable~

Firmly pressing an aluminum bat between those thighs. Keeping you trapped against the wall as you're stuck face-to-beak with another one of those Haughty birds... Either you're lucky enough to get to know them... Or you're doomed to join them as another Brainwashed Avian, Maybe a cute Crow~?

Show off, Twist, And sway! Let everyone get a good look. Show off that pink latex and glossy glued on uniform. Your original identity buried under layers and layers of corrective hypnosis... Ensuring all you know are team-colors and a competitive love for the game~!

Tsk, Look at you squirm... Looks like somebody's excited to meet a gen-u-ine member of the Pink Flamingos! So don't be shy... Go ahead, Get a handful! Thick pink rubber squeaking and creaking. Yielding and inviting to the touch... If you'd like, I'm certain I can find a spare uniform for you~

[Sqrrk..] Ah! Why don't you step right up? I'm certain I've got a few more of these Team-branded hats laying around... Simply slip it on, Relax, And it'll do the rest. Soon you'll be sporting pink rubbery feathers and a curved beak! Ready to spread the Team spirit~

Pssh, Nothin' like a few good Stretches after a long game! Twisting, Swaying, Contorting... Ensuring EVERYONE gets a good look at all that slick pink rubber. Letting everyone know who the best team of Flamingos are! And you know who. Ain't that right~? [Sqrrrk...]

Whoops, And you thought the Form-lock wouldn't extend here? Of course not! After-all, Gotta make sure the Team spirit is REALLY locked in~! Not like you'll be seeing that gross Martyr around for quite a while, Just pink feathers and hooked beaks~! See you on the Field, Pipsqueak~

Oh of course it's mandatory! We need our performers in costume at all time! Don't want to break the illusion, do you? ...Oh, Those? Ignore the hooks lining the inside of the suit. And the lock on the zipper and unusually fleshy interior lining. It's all harmless and very mandatory, We assure~!

Recent drawings of our weird little bird gal we like to think about.

A Plaything. A toy. A doll. Something harmless and unassuming. Coherent humanity buried under layers of thick rubber and polished latex. Mind lost in that vacuous fugue of unthinking docility. Instead simply happy to be of service. To have any attention! Isn't that right~?

Outside yourself. This truly can't be you, can it? Of course not. This faceless thing of claw and fang. Twisting and tearing. Sinking its teeth into the tender flesh of the other. Surely this cannot be you. It must be something else. It must be. How could it be?

Oh what fun it is...Wouldn't you agree? Ah, Of course not. After-all you're the unfortunate victim of our attentions. The one always twisted and reshaped. Taken apart and pieced back together. Eventually you'll give in. Succumb to the endless alteration. And let yourself become a true monster~

It's a matter of amputation. Carving out the old. The undesirable. Ridding yourself of these aspects so that you may be sharpened and honed. You'll become a weapon. You'll become a blade. Something that only knows violence and cruelty. Something to be pointed and directed. Sounds fun, No~?

Oh, But don't you see? Nobody will know! Nobody will be none the wiser that you're still here. Behind this mask. Entombed within this chassis. All they'll see is another mechanism. Another unthinking machine like so many others. ...But, We'll know. Always kept at arm's length~

Flesh woven with steel. Sinew & nerve laced through hydraulic. Your body forever intertwined with a mechanism of our making. Your humanity robbed and your identity torn away. ...And only now can we assign you new identity. A beautiful new mask. A whole new persona! Mangled into a new character~

Realizing I haven't posted our art here in a long time.