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Jaws of Death

Poser Science Fiction posted on Aug 19, 2012
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The so-called Vortex Angels, or to give them their official title, the Terran Order of Chronocycle Enthusiasts were the scourge of the time lanes for many centuries. Zipping up and down the time lines in a cloud of tachyon particles and two stroke, the VA had their fingers in many pies, time-smuggling, prostitution, racketeering, contraband. Feelix MacButral was Captain of the 6th Chapter, which had the monopoly on Mulch Smuggling from the Lower Jurassic period. Mulch was a combination of several ancient herbs and cycad leaves that had been chewed into a gooey mess in the mouth of a small plant eating dinosaur Leaellynasaurus. The creature would use these gooey mulch balls to feed its young. Because of the combination of the enzymes in the saurian spit and certain chemicals in the vegetable matter, the Mulch had powerful psychoactive properties. This made it both highly sought after and majorily habit forming and MacButral had sole rights over sourcing the stuff. His little empire soon rapidly expanded and back in the sweaty tropical wastes of Jurassic Antartica MacButral had absolute power over his crew. For those who fell out with MacButral, he often reserved a special punishment for them called the Jaws of Death. Usually, for several weeks beforehand, the intended victim would be feted by MacButral and his peers. He would find himself invited to participate in great feasts, be taken to all the classiest brothels and told to help himself to the bosses personal Mulch stash. All of this would be on the Captain's tab. Than, one fine morning, after a heady evening of debauchery and mulch inbibing, the unfortunate biker would find himself waking up, alone and un-armed in the rain forest. It was usually their groaning from a mulch hangover that would attract the predatory dinosaurs and the last thing they would see before they met their doom was the open jaws of a Cryolophosaurus about to snap their heads off. The Bikers were never far away, usually MacButral and his crew would be hovering just outside the time-frame, still able to observe the final bloody denouement... Background by MNArtist. Biker Outfit for M4 from DAZ Story and composition (C) Andrew Panero 2012

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Jay-el-Jay

9:46AM | Sun, 19 August 2012

I would think that some of the crew would catch on to things when the Captain would start giving them the special treatment,but maybe the mulch kept them from making the connection until it was too late.Good work.

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Mondwin

12:08PM | Sun, 19 August 2012

Brilliant realisation!!!Bravissimo!V:DDD.Hugsxx Whylma

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mgtcs

6:28PM | Sun, 19 August 2012

Excellent action scene here, amazing story!

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Fidelity2

12:29PM | Mon, 20 August 2012

It is very cool. Thanks. 5+!

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daggerwilldo

2:45PM | Thu, 23 August 2012

A wonderful scene scene and a fun to read narrative.


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