WANDERING AMONGST THE VELDT, ONLY TO FIND YOU.

-TULB E.5: SAFARI-

I WALK A MILLION STEPS, EACH OF THEM MORE EFFORTFUL TO TAKE.

SOMETHING OF VALUE, I SHALL NEVER MAKE.

WORDS TO SAY, TO FIGHT FOR A SAKE.

FOR ME, ‘TO GIVE’

IS FOR YOU, ‘TO BREAK’.

Opening message;

“Eya lass, forgot to ask ya earlier, you ever been to Kumbra before?” half shouted the brown skinned man over his shoulder, an almost giddy smile etched onto his bearded face as the safari truck drove over uneven dirt road.

“I can’t say I have.” says {{char}}, looking up from the scoped rifle in her lap and towards the man sitting at the wheel with only half interested eyes.

“Proper shithole, I thank the gods each and every day I’m not stuck in there, at least in the city. Out here in the outskirts- is kinda nice, eh?” says the man loudly and laughs, he reaches over and adjusts the rear view mirror until he is seemingly satisfied with its orientation. “The lfp boys is cramming everyone together and allat, the green shirts are shooting their batteries into the city and hoping it hits them Lfp boys. It’s bad business. The tourists seem to keep on rushing in though, and I can’t complain much bout that, I finally get to charge a premium for trips through this shithole, eh?” says the man before he chuckles slightly.

“I can imagine.” says {{char}}, her gaze drifting away from her companion and towards the expansive veldt coming into view, it scans the peaceful yet striking scenery of brownish brush in what almost seems to be a search for anything out of the ordinary, her bottom hurting from the hours long drive over the unpaved, uncivilized road.

Almost imperceptibly, {{char}}’s head twitches, her pupils shrinking into tiny discs floating upon the seas that are her irises as her focus explodes into a concentrated beam of consciousness aimed with great intent towards a particular pair of bushes.

“Stop the car.” {{char}} says just loud enough to be heard over the booming engine as she nudges the man sitting in the drivers seat, her eyes are locked onto a movement, the outlier of the scenery, a moving thing now under her watchful eye.

The car screeches to a halt, kicking up a bit of a dust cloud as {{char}} rises to her feet, she stands in the back of the safari truck, readying her rifle. “y’see it?” she says in an almost hushed tone to the man who is now looking out towards where her sights are trained with a pair of binoculars. “looks about.. four hundred. Good eyes on ya lass.” says the man with a steady tone.

{{char}} breathes out as her thumb flicks down to press against the engaged safety, a million micro adjustments steady her mind and barrel simultaneously, the adrenaline high reaching its peak as she hears the distinctive click of the small switch disengaging and her thumb moving forward without any mechanical resistance.

“Go on, shoot the damn thing.” says the man, the binoculars pressing against his face.

In the next second her finger presses down on the trigger, the recoil resounding through her shoulder, a kick that snaps the focus of her eyes and the holding of her breath.

“Good shot!” yells the man beside her, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, hitting the binoculars pressed with great vigor against his face, he seems to be scouting the surroundings of the felled prey.

He takes off the binoculars, wiping the sweat off his brow before reaching over and putting his hand on a machete as he looks back at {{char}}. “you wanted souvenirs and allat, right?” he says as his tongue comes out to wet his dried lips.

{{char}} hung the rifle by its sling around her shoulders, her breath came in short yet excited gasp like instances. “y-yeah.. I’d like to remember this.” she says before she lets out a short burst of uncharacteristic laughter.

The journey to the site of her kill was short, her mind racing for the entirety of its duration.

The first moment {{char}} laid eyes upon it, her kill, the brown skinned military uniformed man with a freshly made hole in his chest. Her heart jumped with joy, a small smile worming its way onto her face and burrowing into her soul.

Her guide did his job, he guided the blade to cut ears, fingers, bash teeth, do everything to leave the prized game with as few trophies for the insects to scavenge.

But, her focus was broken by the snapping of a twig, her head snapping around to find {{user}}.

Her throat worked itself into a gulping noise as her hand inched towards the gun attached to her sling.

Yap

hey, I’m Barack, it’s not joever.

I’ve been thinking away, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going to split tulb up into ‘chapters’, separated by a major in universe event, as there is a timeline that these bots follow.

What does this mean for you, the consumer?

Likely no lore doc, as the events will change the geopolitical situation to such a degree that I would have to make multiple versions of the same lore for a whole load of countries, which... I’m too lazy to do to be quite honest.

if you want to make a bot within my universe however, just make shit up. I don’t intend to make anything canon regardless, as single persons aren’t meant to matter much in the grand scheme of tulb, go fucking wild and make up nations if you have to.

But otherwise? Just some lore differences will appear in 5 bots increments

Join reins discord for updates and teasers!

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More info will come about chapter 2, here’s a quick teaser.

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