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Monthly Campfire 🔥 Lore night with the Shibas 💚👀
Recorded: Dec. 11, 2025 Duration: 0:57:58Space Recording
Short Summary
Exciting new narratives are emerging in the crypto space with the launch of projects like 'The Mutant Shiva of the Neon Dream' and 'Mutant Shiba Saga,' showcasing innovative storytelling and community engagement. Additionally, the introduction of rewards for creative contributions highlights a growing trend towards incentivizing participation in the crypto ecosystem.
Full Transcription
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. all right guys i'm just going to get this thing started because it's a lot of audio
people can roll in when they're ready um we're gonna get started now so this is this is going to be the first one
uh let me just make sure it's the right one pretty sure it is
The tunnels beneath Sector 7 were never meant for life.
They were meant to throw things away.
Failed experiments.
Abandoned prototypes.
Creatures half finished, half alive, half forgotten.
But the mush labs never truly lost anything.
The air hung heavy with spores, thick enough to taste.
Fungal growths pulsed like veins along the cavern walls,
breathing with the rhythm of something sleeping or pretending to.
Every sound echoed too long.
Every shadow moved a moment late.
Even the dust tasted wrong.
And deep in the lowest chamber chamber where light refused to linger,
a throne of sharpened spine and bone waited. And on it sat the one creature who never could
reach deep, but escaped. Thornshade. His gold grill flickered with a faint unnatural pulse.
The fungi in his fur glowed like rotting stars. The hollow voice whispered in his ear,
promising dominion. And as he leaned forward on the throne, listening to footsteps echoing
far above, he smiled. Let them gather, he murmured. His breath carried the scent of
burnt mycelium and secrets. When I rise, hope ends.
Darkness shifted around him.
Something old began to stir.
And far away, Halo felt a shiver run down her crystalline spine.
Something had awakened.
Something hungry.
Something inevitable.
Chapter 1.
The Dog Tag Pact.
The Worm Hollow was a place the world had agreed to forget.
A cavern carved from the wounded earth beneath Sector 7 so deep that no daylight had ever touched it.
The ceiling groaned with the weight of ancient rock and spores drifted like drifting ash from fungal masses that pulsed with slow, diseased heartbeat light. The air tasted stale, metal, mold, and something older, something watching.
Thornshade sat upon his throne of sharpened bone.
The throne hadn't been built.
It had been grown, spines twisted like roots,
fused together around a chair shaped from ribs and shattered vertebrae.
Every bone had belonged to something that once screamed.
Some had even whispered.
Mush's failed pets.
Escapees.
Traitors.
Thornshade didn't discriminate.
He sat hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees,
gold grill catching the dim bioluminescence.
His fur, scorched black streaked with ash gray,
was tangled around fungal threads that had taken root behind his ear. The growth pulsed faintly,
breathing and thinking with him. A dog tag hung from his table, blank, because Solache
judged names and found them meaningless. Down the main corridor, water dripped rhythmically from the rusted pipes overhead.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A sound like a slow countdown.
He wasn't alone. Not down here.
The hollow voice murmured from the walls, from the fungus, from the bones themselves.
A sentience that had not existed until Dr. Mush overdosed half the mutants in the final days of the lab.
Some minds fetch, some die. One was born, and Thornshade listened to it.
You feel it, don't you? The voice whispered, echoing like breath on Jack's neck.
The surface stirring. They think you are forgotten.
They want to forget thornshaed
marmer voice low and rough but forgetting doesn't erase what's old
the decay around you is reacting to this
moon the cavern of the city
three better tags today the hollow force green
the judgment reaches fire.
Thornshade's grin and wight.
A single flash of cursed gold.
Rebellon claves were losing members.
Quietly.
Cleaning.
Dog tags disappearing from bodies like someone who plucked their identity mid-breath.
The leaders were whispering about a phantom.
A shadow.
A reckoning.
They just didn't know the reckoning sat on the throne below their feet, waiting for the last piece to fall into place.
A faint vibration trembled through the floor.
Footsteps, cornshade's eyes narrowed.
The fungi in his fur flared, releasing a pale, violent hiss.
Someone was approaching, someone snarore. Someone frightened. Good.
Fear tasted sweeter.
Once later, a young scout slipped through the marrow gate,
a fractured entry carved from colossal femurs locked in place like giant teeth.
She wore ember circle markings on her shoulders, glowing faintly.
Her breath came fast, visible in the cold cavern air.
Thornshade didn't move.
She approached as if the floor might break beneath her paws.
Are you Thornshade? she whispered.
His gold grill flashed once.
She swallowed, hands trembling as she held forward a vial, an experimental anti-serum glowing pale blue. Her voice cracked.
This. This could cure the mind warp. You don't have to keep living as this.
This. Silence. Thornshade rose slowly from his throne, standing tall for the first time.
His shadow stretched unnaturally long across the cavern floor.
The fungal crown behind his ear pulsed like a hungry heart.
He stepped down, each footfall soft but empty, distant thunder.
You think, Thornshade said to me, that I want a cure. The scout's resolve broke. The vial slipped
from her hand. It shattered. Glass skittered across stone. The blue liquid hissed and evaporated.
Thornshade crouched beside the shard, staring at his reflection fractured across a dozen razor edges.
across a dozen razor edges.
You came here with hope, he whispered.
That's your flaw.
His hand moved, not to strike her,
but to unclasp the blank dog tag from his neck.
He held it between two claws,
letting the dim bioluminescent glow trace its edges.
Then he placed it at her feet.
Run, he said softly.
Run back to them. Run fast.
Run shaking.
His voice chilled the cavern.
And tell them Worm Hollow awakens.
The scout took a single trembling step backward.
And tell them Thornshade waits.
Another step. Then she turned and sprinted, nearly tripping over herself to escape the oppressive dark.
As her footsteps faded up the corridor, Thornshade let the hollow voice seep into his bones once more.
When you rise, the voice whispered.
Thornshade finished the sentence aloud, smiling.
Hope ends.
The fungi across the cavern pulsed violently as if agreeing.
Far above, the ember circle torches flickered.
Somewhere in the ruins of Sector 7, Halo paused in her tracks,
feeling a sickening cold roll through her crystalline fur.
her crystalline fur. Something had changed. Something terrible. And the world, above and
Something had changed. Something terrible.
below, was about to learn the truth. Thornshade was done waiting.
Chapter 2. The Shards of Halo
Halo felt the pull before she heard the echo. A coldness sweeping beneath her crystalline skin like frost sliding under
fern. It wasn't fear. Halo didn't fear anything anymore. It was instinct, a calling, a warning.
Her amethyst shards glowed dimly in the neon dusk of Sector 9, where collapsed skyscrapers leaned
like broken teeth and the old monorail hung suspended over ruins that still groaned in their sleep.
Winds scraped across shattered glass carrying the faint smell of ozone, rust, and something earthy, fungal, wrong.
Halo paused atop the rubble, one crystalline ear twitching.
Another breach, she murmured. Her black ear,
the one that didn't glow, the one that heard everything no one wanted to say aloud,
quivered at the faintest vibration. A footstep, far below, running, panicked. Halo moved. Her
leaps were liquid and silent shards refracting the dying sunlight into violet streaks that followed her like ghost tales.
She slid down the side of a fallen highway pillar, paws barely touching concrete before she shot forward again.
The child was hiding under a collapsed overpass.
Small, trembling, clutching something under his shirt.
His eyes widened at the sight of her.
And Halo, they're coming. She knelt beside him, voice calm.
Who? But she already knew.
The scent hit her second. Smoke bombs, burnt polymer, the sulfurous stink of the Goad Collective's hunting squads.
Halo's jaw tightened.
They want the serum back, the boy whispered.
He pulled the vial from his shirt, glowing blue, swirling unstable.
The one the old Shebas died for.
The cure for the mutation.
Not a cure.
Halo knew that much.
A limiter, maybe.
A suppressant.
A leash. And Thornshade wasn't the only one who wanted it. The Collective wanted control. The Rebels wanted hope. The Labs wanted
order. And Thornshade. Thornshade wanted judgment. Halo placed her paw on the boy's shoulder.
You did the right thing running.
The ground trembled.
Ten figures stepped from the wreckage,
armored and scavenged plating,
faces hidden beneath cracked dog-shaped masks.
Their rifles hummed with charge coils.
One of them barked,
Hand over the asset!
Halo stood slowly,
crystals shimmering with calm menace. Her halo,
the ring of floating shards that had appeared the night she betrayed her old crew,
drifted above her head with a cold razor gleam. I'm not handing anyone over, she said.
The squad raised their weapons. Halo exhaled once. Shame. The next moment was a blur. A flash of violet light. A chorus of screams. Crystals slicing air like soundless bullets. concrete, refracting neon into lethal specters. Bullets cracked through the air but bent at
odd angles when they struck the shifting prism above her head. When she finally stopped moving,
the last soldier collapsed to one knee, armor split like wet cardboard.
You shouldn't have survived the serum, he gurgled. Halo lifted the boy with one arm.
Survive the serum, he gurgled.
Halo lifted the boy with one arm.
Neither should you.
She shoved the soldier with a flick.
The crystal shards along her forearm, blooming outward like fanged petals.
The world went silent again.
Halo looked toward the direction the vibration had come from.
Deep.
Below.
Worm Hollow.
Thornshade's presence pulsed like a bruise in her mind.
He's waking, Halo whispered, and he's angry. She held the boy tighter and headed for the safe zones.
Because one thing was clear. The surface wasn't ready for what was climbing out of the dark.
Chapter 3. The Eighth Fragment The Shiboratori wasn't supposed to still exist.
It had collapsed in on itself during the great escape, or so everyone believed.
But beneath the rubble, past the sealed doors and the skeletal remnants of failed subjects,
one chamber had survived.
Rook staggered into it.
His fur was patchy where the zenith serum had burned through layers of muscle and nerve.
His left eye was gone, melted into a crater of scar tissue.
The right eye glowed sick green.
green. The light of something alive beneath the surface. Dr. Mush's antidote sat on the central
The light of something alive beneath the surface.
pedestal, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat trapped in a jar. Rook didn't want it. He needed it.
Every breath felt like swallowing acid. Every twitch of muscle came with tearing sounds.
He couldn't hear anything except the rattling laughter of the hollow voice echoing from beneath the earth. You don't have to transform, Mush had warned.
But Rook wasn't transforming. He was breaking. He reached for the antidote and it slithered,
literally moved, like liquid metal obeying a master he couldn't see. The serum climbed up his paw, finding a vein,
sinking into it with a hungry hiss. Rook screamed, bones cracked, violently like exploding glass.
Fungus burst from his shoulder, his jaw dislocated, snapped back, then split.
Shards of teeth fell like hailstones. His breath came out as mist that whispered names.
All the lost Shebas from the labs calling him to join them.
The chamber lights flickered.
The floor buckled.
The antidote wasn't fixing it.
It was fusing with something already inside it.
A sharp dash dash.
A crystal fragment.
A piece of the Astatine core that shouldn't have survived the destruction.
The eighth fragment. The one that was never meant to be found.
It slid into his chest, embedding itself into his heart like a glowing parasite.
Rook stopped screaming. Stopped breathing. Stopped being Rook.
When he opened his mouth, a low laugh spilled out, vibrating the steel walls
until hairline cracks spiderwebbed across them. He rose to his feet, body swaying with unnatural
fluidity. The shiboratori fell silent. Then, footsteps. A scavenger wandered into the doorway,
flashlight trembling. Hello? Is someone... Rook didn't move. He simply pointed. The
scavenger's flashlight shattered, his knees buckled. He convulsed once, then collapsed
into darkness. The eighth fragment pulsed, alive, starving, and the ruins echoed with a whisper. Rook. Reconnected. Initiate phase two. Deep underground Thornshade paused
mid-breath, feeling something shift in the air, like a rival being born. On the surface,
Halo felt the sudden lurch of a new threat, and somewhere in the neon rubble of Sector 12,
Rook smiled with teeth that were no longer his.
Right, guys, we're going to go on to the next story.
That was actually just my story, my intro.
It went on a bit long. We're're gonna go on now to the mad queen there was a small section there where the music went a little bit
too loud i am aware of that i'm gonna have to just adjust that in in post editing um but you
guys get the idea the next one is comes from the mad queen um great story as well please enjoy this one
The Mutant Shiva of the Neon Dream.
In the far-off ruins of Zenith City, where virtual and physical realities blur,
there's a legend whispered in the neon alleys.
The story of a cyber-mutant Shiva named Zenith.
Once an ordinary street dog, Zenith was captured by a rogue biotech collective called Mutant Shiva Club.
Zenith was captured by a rogue biotech collective called Mutant Shiba Club.
They were experimenting with bioreactive nanofluids designed to rewrite DNA in real time.
But something went wrong.
Instead of breaking him, the serum awakened something buried deep within his code.
A primal instinct fused with quantum intelligence.
Now his fur glows with liquid psychedelia,
colors constantly shifting like he's dripping raw data from the grid itself.
The black visor?
Not just for show.
It's a neural relay interface,
sinking zenith directly into the darknet.
Through it, he can track crypto streams,
decode enemy comms,
and even predict combat patterns before they happen.
The tattoos inside his left ear are rumored to be coordinates, marking him as one of the 12 mutants,
rare anomalies birthed by MSC's failed experiments. Zenith, however, is different. He wasn't just a
lab rat. He escaped, burned the servers, and took the antidotes with him. Now, gangs,
megacorps, and bounty hunters all want a piece of him, either for control or for revenge.
But Zenith's got one mission. Find the others like him and dismantle the network before
it consumes the city. They say he's the glitch in the system, the phantom fang, and sometimes
just the last hope.
Okay, then we've got another submission here.
This next submission was from, I believe this one is, I'm dyslexic I think let me just double check
guardian of the halo guardian of the lost very few survived the serum even fewer were female
but halo okay no wait that's a fusion of the story. Sorry, guys. Apologies.
I'm just gonna go back on the next one. Here we go.
The howl beneath lab 13. The screams stopped at 3.33 a.m.
They always did. Beneath Dr. Mush's abandoned lab, deeper than the schematics even admitted existence,
a corridor lined with cages.
The air was heavy with iron rot and the faint electric hum of something that refused to die.
Lucid had come searching for answers.
He'd heard whispers in the underworld of a forgotten experiment.
Project rebirth.
The prototype mutation that was too unstable even for Dr. Mush.
He thought he'd seen horror before.
Mutant hybrids, failed splices, mindless beasts that barked without eyes.
But nothing prepared him for the thing he found chained to the wall.
It looked like a Sheba once.
Its face was split in four directions.
Jawbones like hinges, rows of teeth circling the void. Its
fur shimmered in colors that didn't exist, flickering between neon blue and raw muscle
red. When it breathed, the walls shook, not from sound, but from memory. Lucid. You finally
came home. It rasped. He froze. The voice was in his head. The creature hadn't moved its mouth.
I'm not like the others, it whispered again, louder now, a chorus of layered tones, some deep and ancient others childlike and trembling.
Dr. Mush didn't make me. You did.
Lucid's mind cracked open like glass under pressure. Flashes, images tore through him. Blood and vials labeled Lucid 001. His own paw print on the containment logs. Mush's voice saying, you wanted perfection, didn't you?
realizing this wasn't an experiment gone wrong.
This was his mirror, his DNA, his sin.
The creature laughed, a wet guttural sound that crawled under his skin.
Then the chains melted, not broke, melted,
and it stepped forward, leaving a trail of paw prints that steamed like acid.
Don't you remember the pact?
It whispered Claw, scraping the metal. Every mutation demands
a host. You left me down here, waiting. The lights began to flicker as whispers filled
the corridor, hundreds of voices all chanting something rhythmic, incomprehensible and hungry.
The air thickened, reality bent. Lucid turned to run, but the exit wasn't there anymore.
The hallway stretched endlessly, spiraling into darkness. And from that darkness, thousands of
glowing eyes opened, each one bearing the same reflection as his own. Welcome back to the club,
the creature said. Now we evolve together. Lucid screamed as the lights died,
then silence. 3.33am again. And from the black, a voice, faint, distorted and trembling,
whispered through an old intercom. Specimen 001 has reconnected. Initiate phase two.
Right.
Fantastic stuff, guys.
I'm loving all the stories.
We'll play one more and then we'll go on a bit of an intermission
and just have a little bit of a chat
about some of the lore.
But great stuff so far.
I'm loving all the stories you guys
have submitted really amazing stuff i hope you guys have liked what we've done with the audio
and the sound effects just makes it a little bit more interesting let's go with the next one
seven oh here we go
hello guardian of the Halo Guardian of the Lost
Very few survived the serum
Even fewer were female
But Halo didn't just survive
She evolved
Her body crystallized in radiant defiance
Amethyst shards breaking through her white fur, glowing with a strange energy none had seen before.
It wasn't a mutation. It was destiny.
While most sheepers vaught with fire and tea, Halo moved like a whisper.
Precise. Deadly.
She listened before striking, and when she did, the fight was already over.
She had always questioned orders, driven by a quiet voice that warned when lines were being
crossed, but on the night of the final battle with the Jiad Collective, she made her defining choice.
While others fought to defend territory, Halo turned against her own crew to protect the innocent caught in the crossfire.
A child targeted by the Collective.
A child the gang had agreed to trade.
It wasn't just the child's life she saw.
She saw herself years ago vulnerable and forgotten.
Her halo appeared that night, rising above her like a crown and a curse,
a symbol of betrayal to some, salvation to others. She moved like a crystalline ghost,
her shards refracting gunfire and blade strikes. Enemies fell, blinded by the sudden brilliance,
unable to match her silent precision.
Her leopard ear tracks every movement in the dark. Her black ear hears what others bury,
and the family tattoo across her neck. A relic of the gang she left behind, not forgotten but repurposed. A mark she shares with Vyrax, reminding her of loyalty and loss.
They said no female could survive the serum.
They said she was too soft, too different.
But when the night burned, Halo stood alone,
Crystal's gleaming eyes steady, heart unshaken, and turned the tide.
Now she walks in the shadows, protecting those no one else sees because if you're
lost she will find you and she will fight for you and she
I believe I believe that was Babs's story that was Babs' story.
That was Babs' story.
So thank you for that.
And then we've got the next story.
I'm not actually sure which one this is, but enjoy.
Let me just check that.
There you go.
This might be Nana's, if I'm not mistaken.
Let's see. We're going to get it started now.
The Mutant Shiba Saga.
The journey through storms, sound, and self-mastery, and the darkness beneath.
Lab 13. Prologue. The First Spark.
Lab 13.
Prologue.
The First Spark.
Nana the ape first crossed paths with Rickstar on a late-night X-Spaces show,
one of those electrified digital nights where voices drift like comets across the galaxies of the Web 3 universe.
The room buzzed with energy. Ideas drifted.
And in the middle of it all, two frequencies aligned.
Neither of them knew it then, but that moment was the ignition point,
the spark that would pull Nana into the wild neon-lit universe of the mutant Sheba Club.
A shared obsession made it inevitable music, creation, vibes.
From that moment, they stopped talking about ideas and began building them.
And from that fusion, Mutant Records was born.
Part experiment, part rebellion, part heartbeat for the underground.
But nothing builds without being tested.
And the tests came hard.
Chapter 1. The Bear Market Winter
When the bear market hit, it hit like winter. Cold, cruel, unrelenting.
Projects collapsed, timelines shattered. The outside world whispered, it's over.
But Nana and Rick stayed. Not because it was easy. Because it mattered. They spoke every day. Some days full of hype. Some days drained, questioning everything. But always pushing forward.
care of the body that carries it. And so they sharpened themselves. Better health, better habits,
morning routines instead of burnout spirals, walks, workouts, hydration, small things that
became secret weapons. If they wanted to uplift communities, shape culture, build the future.
First, they had to elevate themselves, and as they grew, so did the vision. An early
whisper echoed through their circle. A Sheba 420 day in Amsterdam. A celebration of culture,
creativity, music, and the spark only the Sheba universe can produce. The seed was planted,
but deeper in the world, darker stories were unfolding.
Chapter 2. The Howl Beneath Lab 13
The screams always stopped at 3.33 a.m.
Everyone in the underworld whispered about it.
Deep beneath Dr. Mush's abandoned lab, deeper than any official schematic admitted, stretched a corridor lined with rusted cages.
The air was heavy, metallic, rotten and pulsing with the faint hum of something unnatural.
Lucid had heard the rumors.
Project Rebirth.
A prototype mutation too unstable even for Dr. Mush.
He'd seen twisted hybrids before.
Blind beasts.
Spine-split creatures.
But nothing prepared him for the thing chained to the wall.
It looked like a Sheba once.
Now its face was split in four directions, hinged like a flower of teeth.
Its fur flickered between impossible neon and raw muscle red.
And when it spoke, its mouth never moved.
Lucid, you finally came home.
Its voice invaded his mind.
Its memories collided with his own.
And then the truth shattered him.
Dr. Mush didn't create this.
Lucid did. His DNA. Mush didn't create this. Lucid did.
His DNA.
His experiment.
His sin.
Then the chains melted and the creature stepped forward.
Every mutation demands a host, it whispered.
You left me here, waiting.
The corridor bent, stretched into darkness, and from that darkness thousands of eyes opened, each one reflecting Lucid's own.
Welcome back to the club, the creature said. Phase two begins.
Lucid screamed, and the lights died.
Chapter three, Prisoner 96.
1-3, the Quest for the Crystal.
Far from the horrors below, another legend began with another Sheba.
One changed, one shunned, one determined.
Prisoner 9613 had lived a life shaped by the Zenith Serum, a mutagen that altered bodies, minds, reputations.
Society cast him aside,
but he refused to accept fate. He devoted his life to a quest to find the seven fragments of the astatine crystal, the only path to restoring balance to the mutant Shebas.
Fragment by fragment he searched. Dangerous lands, ancient ruins, coded coordinates,
fragment he searched. Dangerous lands, ancient ruins, coded coordinates, forgotten trenches.
During his travels he met Ghost, another fearless Sheba who would die before abandoning the quest.
Together, after years of failure, they found the seventh fragment buried in the 13, 1, 18, 3, 8,
22 trench surrounded by nuggets of rare Qing metal, the resource the Goad Collective desired
above all. When they returned, the Shebas hailed them as heroes, but celebration turned to betrayal.
Prisoner 9613 was thrown into jail. Ghosts disappeared, and the crystal's reunification stalled once again.
Chapter 4. Umu, the Son and the Judge
Prisoner 9613's son Umu grew up without parents. He buried himself in books, ambition, and duty.
By age eight, he became the youngest Supreme Court Justice in Sheba
history. Like his father, he belonged to the rare Esth mutant Shebas, a lineage blessed
and cursed by proximity to the Balavrak bloodline. He cherished that status, protected it, feared
losing it, and so the grudge he held against his father grew poisonous. When the time came,
Umu used his power to imprison 9,613 for treason. And rumor whispered something darker.
He may have orchestrated Dr. Mush's kidnapping, slowing progress on the Zenith serum intentionally
just to maintain his grip on society.
With his partner Shibo, he ran a vast security network and spent every weekend at the infamous
shy bar humping anything that moved or didn't move.
He was powerful, untouchable, but a sword, one he couldn't see, hung over his head.
Chapter 5. Shibo, the Crazy Dog one he couldn't see, hung over his head.
Chapter 5 Shibo, the Crazy Dog
Shibo, tattooed with Mike on one testicle and Tyson on the other, was chaos incarnate, unhinged, fearless.
Raised in a family of twenty-one, he learned to fight to survive.
He and Umu had once been inseparable.
Shurbar kings, menaces, brothers in debauchery,
now they were enemies. Shibo knew where Ghost was hiding. Worse, he had formed an alliance
with the Goad Collective, and to complete his plan he needed one thing. Prisoner 9613.
Alive.
Chapter 6. Freedom, Betrayal, and the Return of Dr. Mush.
Shibo and Ghost ambushed Umu in the basement of the den, trapping him in darkness.
Then they freed prisoner 9613. At first the plan was to hand him over to the Goad Collective,
At first, the plan was to hand him over to the Goad Collective, but something changed.
Perhaps guilt.
Perhaps clarity.
Perhaps fate.
Instead, they turned on the Goad and began searching for the missing Dr. Mush.
They found him, dusty and wild-eyed, hiding in the attic of the Shybar Club.
The first thing he said,
Happy New Year.
It made no sense.
And yet, it meant everything. The trio reunited,
the crystal fragments gathered, but in the shadows a different nightmare prepared to awaken.
Chapter 7 Rook in the Eighth Fragment
Rook was the last to enter the chamber where Dr. Mush prepared the antidote, a toxic green
serum pulsing with the final essence of the astatine crystal.
The pack watched, the fluid entered his veins and the screaming began and his flesh tore,
bones cracked.
Fungi burst from his skull as his breath turned to mist whispering the names of his pack.
And when the light faded, Rook stood transformed, one eye gone, the other burning green.
But something else had happened. The broken shard of the astatine crystal had fused to his heart.
A new entity was born, the eighth fragment, alive, hungry. Now Rook haunts the shiboratory ruins, whispering through vents, stalking shadows, answering those who dare whisper Zenith at midnight,
not with words, with a laugh. Chapter 8. Zenith, the mutant Sheba of the neon drip.
In the ruins of Zenith City, where digital and physical reality bleed together,
a new legend rises. Zenith. Once a street dog, now a glitch in the system, captured by rogue
biotech radicals from the mutant Shiba Club experimented on with bioreactive nanofluids
meant to rewrite DNA in real time. He didn't break. He awakened.
His fur now drips neon, shifting colors like psychedelic liquid code.
His visor links him to the darknet itself,
tracking cryptoflows, intercepting enemy chatter, predicting combat patterns before they occur.
The tattoos in his ear mark him as one of the twelve mutants.
Rare anomalies never meant to exist. But Zenith didn't stay in captivity and he escaped,
burned the servers, stole the antidotes, and now he moves through the shadows hunted by gangs and
megacorps alike. His mission is simple. Find the others like him and dismantle the network before it consumes the city. He is the glitch, the phantom fang, and sometimes the last hope.
Epilogue, Evolution
The stories converge. Nana and Rick build worlds of creativity. Lucid faces the monster he created. Prisoner 9613 seeks
redemption. Umu clings to fading power. Shibo walks the line between madness and purpose.
Ghost plots from the shadows. Dr. Mush returns. Rook haunts the ruins. Zenith prowls the neon
night, and somewhere beneath it all the club evolves because you can't
fade those who grow through every season and the mutant shebas they're just getting started
there we go there we go that was actually um an infusion of i would say, all of the stories of Tin Out.
So that was actually like a mix of different stories,
which I really enjoyed.
It was nice to just get everyone involved in one story.
So it kind of just made it into a longer story.
That's almost an hour of audio, guys, that we're on so far.
I hope you guys are enjoying it.
Also, Nana, we've been speaking about making this into like a sleep cast thing.
I really would love that.
I think that, you know, what these guys are all submitting, all these stories,
and it just makes a really cool kind of thing to follow, you know?
Bro, I'm down to distribute. Let yeah it's just it's something different
Brian you know it's getting all of the the pack involved I think that what we
need to do now is start getting this made into like a graphic novel and then
once we have the graphic novel we can start going into more like animation of the characters
and stuff but yeah man
it's been great just reading
everyone's story
tonight also just wanted to say guys
I'll pin it to the top, anyone who's liked
and retweeted the space
we will be doing a giveaway for you guys
as well, Mac
if you want to get ready
with a with a
Twitter picker,
if you don't mind, mate, just so that we can
have a winner there.
I've pinned it to the top,
so if you guys want to like and retweet, we will be
giving away a few prizes.
I see these, damn,
there's a lot of these dogs.
Bro,
you got invaded
by the brothers
of the alpha dogs.
let me,
the dogs came,
bro,
it's like,
it was like magic.
You played these stories
and the moon was going up
in the sky
and suddenly the dogs
were coming from all the corners
and united here.
it was beautiful to watch, man.
You know what I think would be pretty cool is if we made like a few collabs with different projects
and we bring them into the story.
So, you know, Moon Apes, we're very close to them.
So maybe bring a few of them into the story.
Maybe the Alpha Dogs come join us in the story.
The DeFi Space Donkeys there with Tricky come and join us in the story, maybe the alpha dogs come join us in the story. The DeFi space donkeys there with Tricky come and join us in the story.
And, you know, we just keep building this out into, I mean,
like I have a vision like since the beginning of MSC that this was always
like a thing that people spoke about would be like a cool adult swim type
of rough, much like CryptoKitties did, you know, with the storytelling and stuff.
But this is different because it's coming from a bunch of people together.
So, you know what?
Since we have so many of the alpha dogs here, that's actually the prize I'll give away tonight is an alpha dog.
Just to show them some love.
We'll give the like so like and retweet,
and we will do the draw in 12 hours from now.
So you guys have time to like and retweet, share it.
This is a recorded space, so if Sheebers are listening later,
please like and retweet.
I will be doing the draw in about 12 hours,
and we'll be giving away an alpha dog.
So I'll go and get one um off the floor there and they're actually sitting at what 168 apes 169 apes so yeah guys nice little prize for you uh
just for liking and retweeting um and just share you know share it with anyone that you think will
enjoy a bit of law uh we we do do these once once a month so, you know, you've got a lot of time to submit for the
next law evening. And then hopefully by that time, I'll have all of the audio that we've made
tonight into a visual kind of story. You know, we've done this already a few weeks. We've got
well over two hours already of Shiba stories and audio. so just to get all of that would would be dope
and i mean you know i work with with with nana we could even look at maybe putting some of the
these stories on chain you know so people can mint uh a story like maybe their own story they
can give it out you know to other people uh i think something like that's pretty cool to have like an nfc with your story
and obviously you know if you write the story we'll we'll do 10 or whatever and you can go and
mint them give them give them out to other people something like that we'll we'll work on the exact
mechanics but i definitely want to try and get more on chain with these stories it's just really
cool uh you'll got you guys have got some awesome creativity you know
from pads of stories about the dragonfly back in the day to to the the more like new stories
all amazing stuff guys and i just think that this is a cool little thing that we can do as an extra
for you guys as part of the project you know this is just a community event we do have
shiba saturday coming up this saturday um that's when we obviously all gather talk about the
project and news and everything but tonight was really just a law night and big thanks to the
alpha dogs for turning up in in full force like i said i will be scooping one and that will be
the giveaway for tonight uh given away in about 12 hours time on this post that's at the top.
For the people that have entered for the Shiba's, sorry, for the law now, what I'll be doing
is actually just giving anyone who's submitted a story. I'm going to give you guys each a Shiba, right?
So anyone who's submitted a story from the last post until now.
So from where I said, please guys, submit your stories.
We'll be sent to Sheba tomorrow. So MadQueen, Wawa's, who else?
ArtBadAddict, Mac, Dyslexic, Babs, and Nana.
So we'll be sending out Sheba to each one of those
as a thank you for submitting a story this week.
And then obviously the other prizes as well that we spoke about so
uh yeah guys please open a ticket uh and then and give us your your wallet so we can send you those
shibas um and yeah i just wanted to to pass it on to to mac anything you want to add mate uh before we start wrapping up
beautiful evening thank you for all the stories i love it i had a great smoke
beautiful to see everyone in here thanks for having me have a good one
beautiful to see everyone in here thanks for having me have a good one
thank you brother um we'll what i'm going to do is actually i'll end off with with a one more story
um and then yeah just if you guys want to hang around and you want to hear one more
feel free to um just give me one second to get that queued up I've got a chair guys this is this this one is is a Comban story as well. Sheba Stories.
Echoes of Destiny.
Twilight settled heavily over Zenith City, draping the ruins in hues of deep violet and shadowy blue.
The city, long silent, stirred once more as legends, both new and familiar, converged upon the crossroads, drawn together
by threads of fate and whispers of forgotten prophecies. Cyrus stood alert, twin katanas
gleaming softly under fading light, memories of Shibaton still fresh in his mind. His eyes were
set firmly on the distant silhouette of Theta-11, but tonight,
fate demanded his presence here. The air crackled with electricity as Volt stepped from the shadows,
neon venom flickering at the edges of his mouth. The crossroads again, he rasped. Our battle is not
yet finished. Lucid hovered silently, his stabilizer halo pulsating rhythmically.
The dreams speak clearer now, he murmured.
Something significant gathers here tonight.
Zulu warrior stood tall, axes crossed upon his back, eyes fiercely vigilant.
We stand ready, he declared boldly.
Apollo arrived silently,
his cybernetic enhancements gleaming, every movement precise. Darkness crosses worlds, he spoke firmly. Together, we face whatever comes. Eacor staggered forward, growling defiantly despite the obvious torment of his mutated form.
Together, we fight, he rasped, eyes fierce and wild.
Axiom Keeper stood resolutely, his presence commanding.
Tonight, we claim our destiny, he proclaimed.
Echo, enigmatic as ever, nodded subtly.
The future shifts with our choices. Let's ensure it's favorable. Embovoid's veins pulsed with green energy, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. The spectral void senses it too, he warned. Danger approaches.
Ranger approaches. Suddenly, the shadows moved once more as Elia stepped into view, her presence
radiating calm determination. Her cheetah-marked skin pulsed softly, blindfold hiding eyes
that saw deeper than sight allowed.
The pain of our past strengthens us, she declared softly. Together, our love is unstoppable. Blazefrost appeared next,
diamond-clawed paws glistening, ears aflame with green fire. His presence resonated defiance.
Sector Nine couldn't contain me, he growled. Now, let's show them why.
From an unexpected direction came a hum, a faint buzz of wings.
The dragonfly descended, landing gracefully, his cyber jaw flashing in the dim light.
Predators roam this night, he said, voice distorted yet firm.
But so do we. A curious metallic voice echoed as Kitsu padded forward, neon green ear glowing,
circuits shimmering beneath his fur. Online and without warning, a surge of unnatural energy
erupted from beneath the crossroads, illuminating the darkening sky. From the shadows emerged creatures, twisted abominations born from
Dr. Mush's darkest experiments. Among them strode Markov, chrome-plated face reflecting sinister
moonlight, flanked by his deadly lieutenants, the Coil Twins, Silent Jack, and the shrouded static figure. Tonight this city falls, Markov sneered.
Zulu warrior stepped forward boldly, his axes held ready. This city stands because we stand together.
The battle commenced ferociously, a collision of power and unity.
Cirrus weaved gracefully with his twin blades, Volt's electric arcs illuminating the battleground.
Lucid spectral presence distorted enemies' senses, while Apollo's precise strikes dismantled foes swiftly.
Eek fought savagely despite his agony.
Axiom Keeper delivered relentless blows, and Echo flawlessly coordinated their strategies.
Ember Void unleashed powerful energy.
Elia transmuted pain into overwhelming strength, and Blaze Frost's fiery claws cut through enemy ranks effortlessly.
The Dragonfly maneuvered swiftly, taking down threats with surgical precision, while Kitsu
hacked enemy systems, turning their tech against them. With their combined might, Makov's forces crumbled. As the enemy retreated, Makov glared hatefully,
bowing silently. This was far from over. In the aftermath, the warriors stood amidst ruins
bathed in moonlight, their bond forged stronger than ever.
We are the guardians of Sheba Terra, Cirrus declared solemnly,
glancing around at the
heroes united beside him.
Together, no darkness
can defeat us.
And beneath the starlit sky,
their legend grew
stronger. A testament
to unity, courage
and destiny reclaimed.
Right, guys. Thank you guys so much
for turning up. Please
like and retweet. I have pinned it to the
top. We're giving away an alpha dog in
about 12 hours time.
I'll go and make a post
about it now and tag the alpha dogs
as well. Thank you guys all for showing up.
It's been a great space. One
hour of lore, straight. No talking, nothing. Just straight guys all for showing up. It's been a great space. One hour of law, straight,
no talking, nothing, just straight up law for one hour. Hope you enjoyed it. Next one will be
probably towards the end of this month. So you've got loads of time to submit your next stories.
What I'm going to do is I'm going to put the stories uh i'm going to post the stories for you
guys with the cover with a little cover that dyslexics made for each story and we'll be
posting them over the next 24 hours and then we'll just say whichever one gets the most interaction
on on x will will get first prize and then we'll randomly pick another one for second prize.
So the first prize is $50 USDC.
And then second prize will be a voucher for the merch store for hoodie.
So you guys have got first place for that 50, the merch store, you've got the hoodie.
And then you've also got the alpha dog, which is also a big prize for you guys.
Might even match that with another Shiba as well.
So like and retweet the post.
Let's get maximum interaction.
Let people tune in.
Listen to this.
And just, again, thank you guys so, so much for turning up Saturday.
Around the same time, we have Shba Saturday loaded with prizes this week again.
And then next weekend, we've got Jake Paul against Anthony Joshua.
We've got Andrew Tate is fighting as well, boxing.
So it's going to be a big event in our Discord,
what we normally do for all sporting events.
So if you guys are into that type of stuff, pull up.
And if you're not a shiba and you want
to just join up for for the event and see what it's like please let me know i'll give you guys
a pass for 24 hours just to join the discord it is token gated um but we we always welcome people
in uh for for events so feel free if you guys want to come and join us uh just let us know anyway again thank you
so much guys um and we'll catch you again soon saturday just two days time um yeah peace out
