Tasty Tales of Transformation

  Artwork by Kinkymation Metro City, home for many, but the furthest from homely of any major city, one could say. A lifetime spent in economic and infrastructural decay had given it renown as a crime capital, with most streets ruled by gangs. It is also a city ruled by combat, fighting, and other illegal underground bloodsports found all across the city. All of that though began to change once a man named Haggar was elected to office. His administration took fast to rebuilding the slums and cleaning up crime. Because of this, construction was up across the city. But not all entities involved in the city’s rebuild were filled with good intentions. A particular crime syndicate by the name of S.I.N. was in the process of installing one of their weapons development divisions on the outskirts of one of the still struggling neighborhoods—even hiring many of the locals desperate for money to work on the site. Brett was one of those locals. Brett was everything you could hope for in a har...

Artwork - Seinikuten Within a ramshackle house on the outskirts of an average city, Kaylee grumbled in discomfort on the tattered chair in her living room. She wished she could elevate her swollen legs and relax, but her recliner no longer lived up to its name, having lost its ability to do so for the past couple weeks. She’d fix it if she could, but the poultry living she made from her dead-end job made it hard to fund even casual comforts over the essentials. She was literally living paycheck to paycheck, a reality faced by so many in the world. Every day felt like a struggle for comfort, her body breaking down over the years since her diabetes diagnosis. She hadn’t been the healthiest prior, but living paycheck to paycheck she had lacked the motivation prior to pay much mind to it till the consequences caught up with her. Now, the lack of steady income made it near impossible to deal with the aches and pains. So losing her recliner was yet another punch in the gut. Depression had go...