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Best Served Cold Pt 2
3D Render by LovecraftianPenguin7th time of trying to upload this (Bad Request Error?)
So i did have a story to go along with this but i've binned it and didnt save a copy on the pc, feel free to make your own this time round (Thats if this even uploads)
No Unity assets in this, all Daz
Thanks for looking as always
LP
So i did have a story to go along with this but i've binned it and didnt save a copy on the pc, feel free to make your own this time round (Thats if this even uploads)
No Unity assets in this, all Daz
Thanks for looking as always
LP
"Best Served Cold"? Baby, this render is serving HOT-and I'm not just talking about that blade-wielding goddess with the lavender locks!
LP, my dear digital conjurer, you've turned tension into high art. The lighting? Sharp. The posing? Sharper. And that katana? Darling, it's practically dripping with drama. This is giving samurai soap opera meets cinematic showdown and I am here for EVERY pixel of it.
And as for your lost story-don't worry, I'm already in the kitchen cooking up something spicy to go with this cold dish. Let's just say the tea's brewing, the swords are clashing, and someone's emotional baggage is about to get sliced like sushi.
So glad this finally uploaded-bad request error? More like the internet couldn't handle the tension in this masterpiece.
Keep slaying the render game, LP. You didn't just serve a scene-you plated an entire narrative buffet.
LP, my dear digital conjurer, you've turned tension into high art. The lighting? Sharp. The posing? Sharper. And that katana? Darling, it's practically dripping with drama. This is giving samurai soap opera meets cinematic showdown and I am here for EVERY pixel of it.
And as for your lost story-don't worry, I'm already in the kitchen cooking up something spicy to go with this cold dish. Let's just say the tea's brewing, the swords are clashing, and someone's emotional baggage is about to get sliced like sushi.
So glad this finally uploaded-bad request error? More like the internet couldn't handle the tension in this masterpiece.
Keep slaying the render game, LP. You didn't just serve a scene-you plated an entire narrative buffet.
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For 18 years, the rage had been simmering beneath her skin. Now, standing at the edge of the old shoji doorway-sword in hand, heart in storm-she faced him. The man. The shadow. The ghost from a nightmare that never ended.
He had aged. Silver now streaked the once-black hair that had towered over her two-year-old frame as it cut down the world she knew. But time had done nothing to dull the edge of her memory… or her blade.
He turned slowly, as if expecting her. As if waiting for this moment.
"You've come far," he said, voice low, almost respectful.
"Not far enough," she snapped, stepping into the light.
There was no honor left here. Only reckoning.
She remembered the sound of her mother's scream-sharp and final-and for a moment, her grip faltered. But then she remembered the silence that followed. The cold, awful, endless silence.
She raised the sword.
"For my family."
He bowed, drawing his own blade with solemn grace. A final gesture of warrior code, knowing full well it would not save him.
This was no duel. This was a sentence.
1. So, after all this time, we meet again. You've aged... shame your sins haven't.
2. One last breath of peace, old man. Savor it.
3. Because the silence you gave me 18 years ago? I'm giving it back.
4. It ends… now.
Behind them, the garden stood serene. A cruel contrast to the fury unfolding at its center.
And somewhere, unseen, fate held its breath.
He had aged. Silver now streaked the once-black hair that had towered over her two-year-old frame as it cut down the world she knew. But time had done nothing to dull the edge of her memory… or her blade.
He turned slowly, as if expecting her. As if waiting for this moment.
"You've come far," he said, voice low, almost respectful.
"Not far enough," she snapped, stepping into the light.
There was no honor left here. Only reckoning.
She remembered the sound of her mother's scream-sharp and final-and for a moment, her grip faltered. But then she remembered the silence that followed. The cold, awful, endless silence.
She raised the sword.
"For my family."
He bowed, drawing his own blade with solemn grace. A final gesture of warrior code, knowing full well it would not save him.
This was no duel. This was a sentence.
1. So, after all this time, we meet again. You've aged... shame your sins haven't.
2. One last breath of peace, old man. Savor it.
3. Because the silence you gave me 18 years ago? I'm giving it back.
4. It ends… now.
Behind them, the garden stood serene. A cruel contrast to the fury unfolding at its center.
And somewhere, unseen, fate held its breath.
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LovecraftianPenguin
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Mon, May 26Ooooh nice, you pretty much summed up what i had planned in this one, only in a better way 
Best Served Cold Pt. 2: The Hollow Silence
Alternate version
They said vengeance was a flame that could burn you alive.
But they never warned her it could whisper too.
For sixteen years she thought the silence was just grief. But in the dead hours, when sleep would not come, it spoke to her. In dreams. In flickers behind the mirror. In the sharp glint of her blade. A voice-soft, feminine, and wrong-telling her the name. The face. The place. And finally, the path.
Now, she stood at the door of the man who stole her entire bloodline in one night. The same door she had seen a thousand times in her dreams. Exactly as it was.
Too exact.
He turned. Slowly. As if he knew.
"You've come," he said, not surprised. Not afraid.
"She told me you would."
She froze. Her grip on the sword tightened.
"Who?"
He smiled-but it didn't reach his eyes.
"You think you're the only one she visits?"
Behind her, the light dimmed.
1. I came here for your blood. I didn't expect your voice to echo hers.
2. This place… it's not just familiar. It's unchanged. Preserved. Like a memory that refuses to rot.
3. And you? You should be dead. I killed you in my dreams… again and again…
4. So why do I feel like I'm the one who's trespassing?
Her sword trembled-not from fear, but from the realization. This wasn't vengeance.
It was a ritual.
And she was part of something much older… and much darker… than blood.
She took a step back, heart racing, eyes darting to the walls.
Symbols etched behind the wooden panels.
Faint, but pulsing.
A shoji door slid open by itself.
A shadow. Not human. Not animal. Watching. Smiling. Waiting.
The man whispered, just loud enough:
"You didn't come here for revenge. You came to take your place."
And the door slammed shut.
Alternate version
They said vengeance was a flame that could burn you alive.
But they never warned her it could whisper too.
For sixteen years she thought the silence was just grief. But in the dead hours, when sleep would not come, it spoke to her. In dreams. In flickers behind the mirror. In the sharp glint of her blade. A voice-soft, feminine, and wrong-telling her the name. The face. The place. And finally, the path.
Now, she stood at the door of the man who stole her entire bloodline in one night. The same door she had seen a thousand times in her dreams. Exactly as it was.
Too exact.
He turned. Slowly. As if he knew.
"You've come," he said, not surprised. Not afraid.
"She told me you would."
She froze. Her grip on the sword tightened.
"Who?"
He smiled-but it didn't reach his eyes.
"You think you're the only one she visits?"
Behind her, the light dimmed.
1. I came here for your blood. I didn't expect your voice to echo hers.
2. This place… it's not just familiar. It's unchanged. Preserved. Like a memory that refuses to rot.
3. And you? You should be dead. I killed you in my dreams… again and again…
4. So why do I feel like I'm the one who's trespassing?
Her sword trembled-not from fear, but from the realization. This wasn't vengeance.
It was a ritual.
And she was part of something much older… and much darker… than blood.
She took a step back, heart racing, eyes darting to the walls.
Symbols etched behind the wooden panels.
Faint, but pulsing.
A shoji door slid open by itself.
A shadow. Not human. Not animal. Watching. Smiling. Waiting.
The man whispered, just loud enough:
"You didn't come here for revenge. You came to take your place."
And the door slammed shut.
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Mon, May 26Now you've given me thought for how i will proceed, interesting....Being a Lovecraftian type this does make more sense, but then again it's nice to have at least a little hope for the future, the thought that honour and the just will prevail, at least for a time. Or maybe i'll leave it to the fates and just flip a coin on the direction...
Stay tuned to find out...
Stay tuned to find out...
Best Served Cold Pt 2
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