#sabre interactive

[geekcavepodcast]

A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead Reveal Trailer

Really hope the game doesn't pick up IRL screams.

Sabre Interactive and Stormind Games' A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead is a single-player horror game inspired by A Quiet Place, in which any sound could mean your death.

A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead launches for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S, and PC in 2024.

[trapped-in-my-story]

"Helloooo?" *A high, raspy voice calls out, distorted and staticy,* "Is anyone there?" *They don't sound scared or upset. Just... bored.*

[Two figures answer the voice's call. One is a Red Steve, M, his mouth sewn shut. The other is a Shadow Sabre, still covered in bruises, his skin very pale but not fully gray yet. Both are covered in scars, both old and new.

The sky behind them is yellow with pitch black clouds, there is no sun. Both look around hesitantly before landing their eyes on the camera in front of them. M shakes Shadow's sleeve a bit, looking warily at the camera. It has green and black markings that seem to float...]

Hello..?

[Shadow looks nervous, but trying to keep M from worrying.]

Guysss what're you looking at??

[A very young Sabre pops up behind them, trying to get a look at the camera. Mal can just barely see his horse hooves behind the other two.]

Sabre, we don't know. Go back to the base, please.

[Shadow is trying to block Sabre's view, but it isn't working.]

[zedxspacess]

Watching Taichi+Ishii v ZSJ+Jun Akiyama and I know all wrestling pins look gay but I can only describe this as an Extreme Mating Press

[bullbobb]

TSS!Nightmare Steve is such a funny guy, the only reason he works for Elemental is because elemental can’t go be a terrorist on his own

Imagine only having a job because your boss is a shut in who can’t leave his bedroom without dying

[schadentekkers]

[aleckcorvus]

Infinity Series interactive story Book Cover

[three-headed-monster]

sabres lb...................................................my apologies

[mpreg-if-adventures]

A Parent's Lament Part 2: Loss, ft. Welles and Elson's corpse

Sequel to A Parent's Lament

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[elodieunderglass]

Horses are often referred to as prey animals, but what are their natural predators?

Any large grassland predator in the biome, including humans! This is an interesting question, though, because it takes in the axes of time and space. "Wild" horses, the ancestor of domestic horses, are currently extremely rare. The only existing ones in a wild state are Przewalski's horses, also called the Takhi or Mongolian Wild Horses, which live on the Mongolian steppe. Their "natural predators" in that environment would include wolves and snow leopards (which are themselves endangered). However, it isn't an entirely natural setup; they were reintroduced to their native habitat after becoming essentially extinct, through an incredibly complex and fascinating recovery project. In the spacetime pocket in which Earth has wild horses, that's the current state of play: wild horses live in Mongolia and are occasionally eaten by wolves, but are being preserved fiercely for the benefit of humanity.

Meanwhile, we do have things like Dartmoor ponies in England and mustangs in North America and Brumbies in Australia. Dartmoor ponies aren't eaten by anything and are considered feral in the sense that they're domestic animals that live wild, but more or less on purpose, with the moor being treated as a common for keeping ponies on, and the nominal owners can just grab one if they want one at any time. Mustangs are accidental colonists of the American West. They are preyed on by wolves, cougars, and other local large predators, but are not wild. they are feral because they're all descendants of European horses and honestly, if we aren't being sentimental about it, they're invasive.

North America has not had a native population of horses since humans arrived on the continent. The facts are often associated. It is commonly held that humans, upon arriving in America, ate the native horses all up. The typical line goes that "when the first humans populated North America, they were so greedy and invasive that they overhunted most of the local large mammals to extinction". but I personally - and in an unhinged I'm-allowed-to-randomly-hold-ONE-fringe-belief-that-I-Made-up-Myself way - don't like that narrative, and there might be evidence in oral myths indicating that First Nations people at least remembered contact with horses prior to European colonisation. At any rate, there aren't wild horses on that side of the planet any more. The mustang - the most classic "wild horse" in imagination - is not wild, but is currently preyed on by everything that WOULD have eaten the OG native horses of America, minus the large predators that have gone extinct since then (sabre-toothed tigers). Whether mustangs are a nice reintroduction that adds a missing element of Horf to the landscape, or agents of ecological devastation, is kind of up in the air. But they are regularly and routinely preyed upon by the same "natural predators" as the wild cousins would have been, albeit in lower numbers. Take-home message: to visualise how interactions of wild horses with predators and the environment would have looked, mustangs are a very good model.

Going back to the "time" element, human interaction has really decreased a lot of the "natural predators" of horses; they were once preyed on by a larger variety, diversity, and number of animals. In the pocket of spacetime when wild horses were common and had a large range, there also used to be a lot more things like hyenas in Europe and Asia. Here's a diagram showing the "prey animals" and "predators" of Pleistocene Europe. Horses are on the bottom shelf on the far right, at a lower opacity, to show they're "prey animals". You can see that there was a greater diversity of predator types, while today there are usually just Your Local Wolf and Your Local Big Cat.

But this diagram puts "people" as "prey animals" - and humans are traditionally The Natural Predators of horses. Looking at that diagram, you can see that the common, smallish-but-not-too-small herd animal, whose defenses are Having Friends and Being Fast, is a delicious-looking proposition. The spectacular depictions of cave horses in Lascaux are showing our kin, but they're also showing our food.

There is a very important Middle Pleistocene site at a lake in Germany called Schöningen 13II-4, with hominin remains dating back to 300,000 years ago (!!!!!) and it's called the Spear Horizon (for the incredibly well-preserved evidence of spears) but a common nickname is the Horse Butchery Site. One of the most ancient preservations of hominin behaviour, culture, skill, tool-making - their/our priorities, their/our methodology, their/our view of the world - is a narrative of eating horse meat. And the hominins at the Horse Butchery Site did it in a way that seems quite rapacious. Entire family groups of horses, coming to the lake to drink, would be butchered at once: Persistent predators: Zooarchaeological evidence for specialized horse hunting at Schöningen 13II-4 - ScienceDirect It seems like the hominins were killing a lot of horses and not using a lot of the meat, because they wanted fat, and horses don't have much of that.

At any rate, human-shaped people and horse-shaped horses have a very, VERY long history of us eating them. WE are their natural predators. And it makes sense. Humans and Equines are all social animals of relatively small sizes and have interacted with each other for an extremely long time. We have observed them, we know them, we grew up together. For quite a lot of that history, we had a simple relationship; we ate them. Now we much prefer to ride them.

Horses have not entirely forgotten this, but appear to have largely forgiven it.

[trapped-in-my-story]

Awaaa!!! Haiii!!! Iou trei????

Is there a child roaming around here??

Uhh hello there!

[psychotrenny]

Given how unprincipled Liberals tend to have so much of their world view shaped by personal anecdotal experiences, the mass movement of USamericans to Chinese Social media may lead to a significant improvement in the general US public's attitude towards China. Like many USamericans will see first hand that the PRC is not some nightmarish 1984 hellstate inhabited by soulless drones. Whatever problems and differences China still seems to have, it's ultimately just a country like any other inhabited by people like any other and by seeing how those people live, interacting with them on a personal basis, this fact will become clear no matter how much Anti-Communism and Orientalism your average yank had absorbed beforehand.

While the most enthusiastic US chauvinists largely won't be the ones making the switch (too worried about their national pride and "Chinese Spyware") even the background influence from the less chauvinistic people in their life may slowly but surely wear away at the most vicious parts of their attitude. Not to mention the influence it will have on the yanks who hate their own government more than the PRC but haven't developed a position of principled anti-Imperialism, the sort who still believe a lot of lies about China even if they still see the US government as a worse or more personally relevant threat. The massive influence of the US on the other countries in their sphere of influence may also spread a general softening of public attitude towards China, even to the countries that don't contain a significant number of Chinese Social Media users. I don't think all that many people will become Marxist-Leninist purely through Xiaohongshu, but a sympathetic Liberal is still a massive improvement over chauvinist sabre-rattling.

While the general lack of genuine popular participation in Liberal Democracy makes this unlikely to influence any government positions towards China, a more China-sympathetic public at least makes it politically harder to engage in open acts of provocation and aggression. And while the Imperialist Media establishment will doubtless be working extra hard to correct this deviation, their job will become more and more difficult as their lies becoming increasingly obvious even for apathetic and "apolitical" Liberals. For as long as Social Media has existed it has primarily been a tool for Imperialism to manufacture consent and misdirect opposition. Yet now China's gradual but persistent strategy of advance seems to have paid off and Imperialist forces will find themselves increasingly threatened by the tools they once monopolised. This sort of development obviously isn't world-shattering by itself (we won't be seeing any "Xiaohongshu Revolutions") but it's a step in right direction; another contradiction added to the stack that's weighing Imperialism down and tearing it apart from within

[resident-idiot-simp]

I don't know if you do requests but what if- now here me out.

What if in some universe Victor had raised Laura after Logan was gone?

What if that blonde menace to society took an oath years ago to protect Logan's kits and despite how much he's glad the old fuck is dead, Laura didn't do anything wrong and theres still time "To teach her how to let 'it' out" it being the feralness and the "wild" as he calls it.

What if wade had met the one raised by sabretooth to be a cold blooded killer? Because obviously this wouldn't be right, so she would get pruned with the other sabre but- BUT.

What if, just for a second, Wade makes her feel understood. He's not angry at her for growling and biting him. Scratching or her following her insticts to kill first ask later?

What if for the first time, someone other then her father and her "uncle victor" seen her as more then just a wild child and more of someone who deserves love just for being who she is?

And yeah, Laura gets the Nickname Runt Jr? Sometimes just Runt, sometimes cupcake, or other demeaning names. But for once someone calls her sweet things because they want her to feel safe.

Sweetheart isn't an insult anymore, but a pet name (not that shes a pet or anythint NOsirey!)

Darling is genuienly said and not growled at her or teased.

And if you really REALLY wanna break some hearts? Have this universe's Wade remember Origins James and how similar Laura and him are. That would really hurt.

Someone needs to be here to hold this little girls hand when she grows up. And clearly Logan cant.

Anyway! Bye!

I kind of do requests. If it's something I feel I can actually elaborate on or write I usually do. For this I don't feel like I can I am sorry. I feel this way for 2 reasons

1) My interpretation of Victor (blame this fic) is not someone who should be around Laura. Or really anyone for that matter and especially not Logan.

However I feel that this is a perfect starting point for a different interpretation of the character than my own. I would genuinely love to read this if someone wrote it.

2) I have written them interacting before and Laura has more of an on-site thing with him. I think even as a child she would attempt to murder him. She read the comics and has opinions.

Anyways break down of what you did write:

I love the idea that even as fucked up as their relationship was and maybe how much they hated each other they did have an understanding. If it came down to it they would protect their own if they ever had kids and couldn't themselves take care of them.

Probably some pack mentality that was left over. Also the fact that no mutant child deserves to be by themselves let alone a feral.

I also agree that Victor would make everything much worse with her Logan is definitely the more tame of the two. Thus Victor would have no qualms teaching her to not be as reserved.

I love the idea that Wade has to deal with this because he would know what a typical Laura would be like so this would take him by surprise. There's no way he isn't charmed I don't feel like it's possible.

He would get it I mean considering he kills for a living so they would find a kinship in that, but also the fact that he just isn't afraid. Everyone else fears her except for this one maniac who just makes jokes.

She's never met anyone like him how could she not be enamored?

Wade being the first one to treat her with genuine kindness is fascinating. The idea that Victor is not doing anything other then the bare minimum treating her like he would almost treat Logan.

The idea that even if Wade didn't know who Laura was he would know immediately because of how much she acted like James is adorable. That is heartwarming and heartbreaking. Bravo bravo my friend.

[probablyspooky]

To the Stars (Yautja x kryptonian reader) P.2

[Previous]

From across the lake , the crackling of fire, the smells of smoked meats. The campsite of human hunters, hunters who disobeyed the natural territory that belonged to your clan. Beings of selfishness, beings who desire one thing.

Power.

Miguel, a young lad finding his way in this world, sat at the edge of his camp, staring off into the wilderness. Sharpening a stick with his hunting knife because...well there isn't much else to do in this world.

Him and his family had traveled down from the Andes mountains in search of large game to return back home with. Much to Miguel's dismay, he'd rather be anywhere than watching the stupid trees.

Until he notices something, that something is you. You're nothing like the girls back home, in fact there's something... different about you. He watches as you bend down to fill a pot with water. He rises to his feet, and starts to walk towards the shoreline, but he stops. He notices the two large beasts that trail behind you.

Were they your captors? Were you their prisoner?

He rushes back into the campsite, begging everyone, anyone who could hear him to help the girl from the two monsters by the water. But when everyone got their rifles and their weapons, you were gone.

People muttered insults of 'uselessness' and a 'time waste' under their breaths as they left Miguel alone.

Frustrated with himself he crosses the water to the area where you once stood. Were you his imagination? Perhaps he just created the beasts in his head out of boredom...

Yet standing at the very riverbank where you filled your pot with water, there were three sets of prints.

Two human feet...and two pairs of large monstrous feet...

Returning home Ada and Sabre walked off to their separate homes with their pots overhead.

You turn to go to your home when you bump into Yidaar.

"Oh! Star child...I did not see you approaching," he says, looking down at you with his amber eyes.

"Yidaar!," you chirp, covering your mouth.

Yidaar was a young adult male, of grey skin, amber eyes, and long thick dreads that landed mid-backside

"Let me help you-"

"Yidaar as nice as that is, you know I have no issues carrying my own pot of water," you reply, walking past him

He quickens pace to catch up

"Think of it as a simple nice gesture, not like... you are too weak to carry it. I simply wish to be nice to you."

Before you can respond, the clacking of bones catches your attention as your adoptive father Pa'sa walks over, his necklace of trophies clinking together as his large stature makes his way over to the two of you.

"Yidaar..." he looks down at the young yautja

"Elder..." Yidaar gulped, stepping back

"Dad..." you say,

"[Y/N]..."

Crickets chirping

Yidaar clears his throat, and says his goodbyes as he quickly leave the two of you alone.

"So...you and Yidaar" Ps'sa smirks

"No!" you blush heavily

"I'm not opposed, I mean he is a valued warrior, top of his generation"

You grumble as you walk past your dad and head inside the cave, Pa'sa follows you closely behind

"I see you fetched the water for the day, did anyone see you?" he asks, coming over and watching you float up to put the pot on the high shelf after emptying it into the basin.

"No, we were careful, like always..." you grumble a bit into your tone.

"Do I hear...displeasure in your voice my child?" he clicks softly, tilting his head towards you.

Displeasure...of course your displeased. Since as long as you could remember, the mountains...the caves, and the woods that surround the base of the mountain is all you've known. You're not allowed to go past a certain point, you're not allowed to interact with humans. You are expected to be born here and die here if you're in this situation.

Something, apart of you wishes to go past the limits and explore, your body is able, you are strong enough. Yet one thing holds you back...

"Young one?"

Your father.

"Nothing father, honest" you reply quickly, returning to your room.

Pa'sa sighs, knowing your nature and your desire for adventure, yet he's worried of those who would exploit your gift, those who would use you as a weapon against those weaker, or even those you love.

The next day, before the sunbeams over the tips of the mountains, you sneak out of your home and go to Ada's

You poke him with a twig, multiple times as he sleeps in his pile of multiple younger brothers and sisters

He groans under them

"What...what is it..." he asks groggily

"Let's sneak past the boarder" you whisper excited

Ada jumps up catching one of his siblings that slid down his back.

"What?!" he whisper shouts, "Are you crazy?"

"C'mon...if you don't go I'm still going"

Somehow that makes Ada agrees, rearranging the young ones in the pile, he follows you outside. Next to get is Sabre.

Sabre doesn't have a family, he often sleeps in a hammock just by the clans main cave exit.

As you approach the main exit, you see him snoozing away.

Aba and you look at one another and smile mischievously.

Sabre grumbles as he follows the two of you down the mountain.

Ada laughs out loud, the large golden colored yautja with green eyes and thin dreads races along the trail.

"You should've seen your face Sabre!" he laughs

Sabre, the mute grey yautja with blue eyes, short thick dreads, and a deep scar across his throat sighs.

"You disturbed my sleep for a task that will get us both in trouble," he signs

"We won't get in trouble, you both are grown." you state, following along with the two

"You're right, we will just get extra chores for the clan while you are simply put under house arrest Yeyinde this one," Ada says to Sabre, with Sabre nodding along.

You groan, the two of them acting like you're some sort of untouchable being just because Ps'sa is your dad.

Soon the three of you reach the bottom of the mountain and go past the clans effigy, warning those to stay away.

The sun starts to cross over the many miles of forest at the bottom of the mountains. The wildlife, from the largest deer, to the smallest bird begin their days by grazing, and searching for food. An everyday struggle for those at the bottom of the food chain.

The trio keep walking, there isn't much to see besides trees for miles, occasional bear track, occasional moose poop.

"This is uneventful..." Ada states, leaning against a nearby tree, "What were you hoping to see out here?"

"I was hope-"

A gun click

Another persons morning, Miguel wakes up early, and arms himself with his rifle, hoping to catch you before you could run off, if you truly were in danger, he'd save you.

Wandering around the bottom of the mountain, he searches, for hours he searches, the sun begins to gleam down onto the earth.

He feels hopeless...until he hears you three, the two beasts speaking a language unknown to him.

Quickly feeling a rush of adrenaline, he crouches down low, moving amongst the bushes, he closes the space between your group and him.

He sees you standing in the middle of the path, the two beasts on either side of you, he has a clear shot. He raises his rifle up to point towards the golden one. Pulling the top trigger back, he forgot about the click.

Click

The three turn and stare at Miguel. He panics, and fires a bullet at the golden one.

With a blast, Miguel falls back, not hearing a yowl of pain, or even a thud of a body hitting the ground, he quickly rushes to his feet, grabbing his rifle from the dirt he stands again to see you standing between the golden one and him. The bullet on the ground crumpled, as if it had hit an immovable object.

"What the hell..."

Seeing the man point his weapon at Ada, your body reacts as it always does. Moving faster than most eyes can see, you place yourself between Ada and the gun, it fires, and the bullet is shot into your shoulder, it crumples on impact with your skin, falling to the ground, still hot from being fired.

The man, who is around the same age as you, lifts his rifle up again, this time to aim at Sabre, you rush forward, grabbing the gun and bending it backwards with your two hands. Seeing you bend the metal startles the man, and he fires once more. This causes the gun to explode in your hands.

To the mans shock, but not to your friends, you're fine.

Looking down at the now destroyed gun in your hands, you toss it aside and stare down at the man who has fallen back onto the ground.

Ada and Sabre call back to you, as they being to turn to return back home before this human can follow you home.

You turn back at the man, and back at your friends who are quickly heading home. With a gust of wind, you are gone in the blink of an eye.

Miguel stares in shock, he blinked and you were gone. Cursing under his breath, you were not a captive...you're a goddess...

He sits on his knees, and laps on his palms, staring into the dirt, thinking about how his bullets crumpled against your skin.. how effortlessly you bent the gun...The gun...

Miguel turns his head to the gun you had tossed to the side, he picks it up and examines it.

You can clearly make out where ones fingers would be if they were to bend metal.

He had proof you were real...

[three-headed-monster]

i wonder if sabresmin know i love and adore them so so so so so much

[mpreg-if-adventures]

All the Infinity Series mpreg I've done so far

Series Title: Lovers of Infinity

A Parent's Lament - the Caz mpreg that started all this shit

The Kat mpreg which was the first mpreg request I got

The Lords of Infinity cover but they're all pregnant