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Death From Above
3D Render by mrtauredGenesis 8 Male morphed and retextured
Alien Demon from https://www.renderhub.com/midnight-stories/alien-demon
Technically the first death on Station 7297 was the victim brought on board that was regrettably the host of the first Alien. The one that came attached to her face eventually let go and seemed to die on the floor. The Chief Medical Officer checked. The woman was still alive, but by the time they could clear out the dead one and run any more tests. The real beast in the poor womans chest burst free. It was horrifying. The creature screeched and crawled out and was gone before anyone knew what to do... It was small, like a baby almost.
The Marshal told everyone to remain quiet and to not mention this "incident" to anyone. They would find the thing. But some things are better left not found at all...
Before an Alien can begin the reproduction cycle. It must eat.
Sabastian was the first unlucky bastard in the horrific first hour of the terror that quickly spread. It killed a dozen people before many were taken away instead. Taken where? Or why? No one knew or looked. It was every man for himself. A devil was on board and he ain't collecting daisies.
With in 48 hours, all was quiet across the station. The silence so piercing that it mocked the howls of hell.
This is dedicated to all that helped me grow. Be safe in the dark!
And have a great day!
Alien Demon from https://www.renderhub.com/midnight-stories/alien-demon
Technically the first death on Station 7297 was the victim brought on board that was regrettably the host of the first Alien. The one that came attached to her face eventually let go and seemed to die on the floor. The Chief Medical Officer checked. The woman was still alive, but by the time they could clear out the dead one and run any more tests. The real beast in the poor womans chest burst free. It was horrifying. The creature screeched and crawled out and was gone before anyone knew what to do... It was small, like a baby almost.
The Marshal told everyone to remain quiet and to not mention this "incident" to anyone. They would find the thing. But some things are better left not found at all...
Before an Alien can begin the reproduction cycle. It must eat.
Sabastian was the first unlucky bastard in the horrific first hour of the terror that quickly spread. It killed a dozen people before many were taken away instead. Taken where? Or why? No one knew or looked. It was every man for himself. A devil was on board and he ain't collecting daisies.
With in 48 hours, all was quiet across the station. The silence so piercing that it mocked the howls of hell.
This is dedicated to all that helped me grow. Be safe in the dark!
And have a great day!
Love anything Alien, and this is no dissapointment, Great atmosphere, perfect colour choice, and a nice story to go along with it. Great stuff!!
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Apologies for the late reply-had to sit with this one...
Because damn, MrTaured-this isn't just a render, it's a warning.
Like a whispered nightmare stitched in pixels and shadow,
"Death From Above" doesn't just tell a story... it haunts one.
Sabastian's fate bleeds off the screen-tragedy lit by flickering tech,
a hymn to the silence that screams louder than chaos.
The beast, cloaked in shadow, hungry with purpose,
slides from the dark like regret down the spine.
There's poetry in this horror-a ballet of doom,
where survival is not a script, but a broken prayer.
That backstory? Drips with dread and lore-rich detail.
"A devil was on board and he ain't collecting daisies."
Lines like that stick like alien claws in steel walls.
Your universe feels like it's breathing now,
and every shot you post is a heartbeat in its chest.
Keep feeding it. Keep feeding us.
Brilliant work, as always-eager for the next chapter in this descent.
Stay dangerous in the dark, Commander.
-Deb / Digital Drapery Co.
Because damn, MrTaured-this isn't just a render, it's a warning.
Like a whispered nightmare stitched in pixels and shadow,
"Death From Above" doesn't just tell a story... it haunts one.
Sabastian's fate bleeds off the screen-tragedy lit by flickering tech,
a hymn to the silence that screams louder than chaos.
The beast, cloaked in shadow, hungry with purpose,
slides from the dark like regret down the spine.
There's poetry in this horror-a ballet of doom,
where survival is not a script, but a broken prayer.
That backstory? Drips with dread and lore-rich detail.
"A devil was on board and he ain't collecting daisies."
Lines like that stick like alien claws in steel walls.
Your universe feels like it's breathing now,
and every shot you post is a heartbeat in its chest.
Keep feeding it. Keep feeding us.
Brilliant work, as always-eager for the next chapter in this descent.
Stay dangerous in the dark, Commander.
-Deb / Digital Drapery Co.
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