A debate with a cat: do the ends justify the means? The Doctor in full Oncoming-Storm mode against nice Novice Hame, sowing the seeds of his Waters of Mars hubris years before the fact. At least until Rose – who’s been noticeably 'meh' about all the unethical practices going on in this medical establishment – decides it’s her turn in the spotlight. And lo, the imposter reveals herself at last… Oh, wake up and smell the perfume, who else did you think it was gonna be?Written and read by

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The hounds were done. River steamed. Cosmos’s hackles rose. Something armored waited ahead.Round Four: Armored skeleton sentinels. Full plate, swords raised. Boy Ten threw firebomb—orange hell. They kept walking, on fire, armor popping. Boy One cracked visors, smashed skulls. Boy Seven clubbed legs, stomped helmets flat. Boy Twelve kicked one into bubbling river—didn’t float. Ash fell like snow.Round Five: Fire-bellied giants. Ten feet tall, fire glowing inside ribcages, breathing sparks. One hurled

The drain shaft opened like a wound. Cosmos and the boys climbed down a bone ladder wet with spinal grease into a tunnel beneath the siphon hall. Not a sewer for shit—a channel for bone waste, nerve scrap, psychic ash.Walls pulsed white: skulls facing inward, femurs stacked like bricks, hands fused palm-to-palm across the ceiling. Air warm, sweet—fermented blood and soap. A yellow-silver-black river churned alongside the path. Ankle-deep in places. Boys gagged.The bones shifted. They weren’t

The spiral stair leads down to a cathedral of bone and steel. Rows of spine-saw chairs hold bound corpses, tubes puncturing their spines to suck yellow-silver fluid into rivers that flow toward a dark trench.The smell hits first—fermented marrow and burned sugar. Cosmos sneezes. The boys gag.They kill the technicians fast. Then the floor tilts. Valves spin. The twin rivers surge across the hall, rising to thighs, then chests. Thick, sticky, dragging at boots.Zombies break free in the current. Dead

The artifact pulses below. Closer now.The Grinder Wing opens like a rotten lung—massive chamber full of hooks, gears, hydraulic presses. Corpses slide on overhead chains into spinning drums with steel-and-bone teeth. Some bodies still twitch. Some scream without lungs.Zombies shamble through the chaos. Guards in bone armor fight to control them. Cosmos throws a psychic shield and sends the boys in.Thirteen kills in minutes. Guards shoved into grinders. Zombies fed to presses. Bodies dragged into

The elevator doors open. A melting zombie runs past, skin dripping like wax, leaving trails of smoke.This isn’t a building. It’s a factory. And it doesn’t process food or tech—it processes zombies.Transparent tubes pulse with Z-NECTAR and GRAY SYRUP overhead. Conveyor belts carry body parts into coolers. Heads with tags. Legs hung like cured ham. Some zombies aren’t dead, just strapped into plasma siphons, harvested for whatever keeps this place running.Cosmos bends a psychic field around the boys,

The blood has barely cooled when Cosmos senses it—something wrong in the room. Too big. Too quiet. Boss quiet.Buried beneath the corpse of the god they already killed lies a shielded artifact… a black ring box that eats thought.When Boy Three slips the ring on, the dungeon answers.The wall melts. Lava spills. And from the fire crawls a god with the mind of a flamethrower and the voice of a melting teenager:Graphic violence, gore, dark humor. Listener discretion advised.

In the corpse-chamber of a slain god, sleep doesn’t last. The pack awakens to a nightmare — waves of mutant, hairless rats pouring from vents and flesh, swarming their camp in the dark.No screaming. No panic.Just war.Boy Two rolls up with a blade before breathing. Boy Seven vaults into the swarm. Boy Eight loses a leg and keeps fighting. Boy Three saves my life without even looking at me.Three waves. Dozens of rats — tusked, tumor-blind, chain-dragging, hunger-driven.The boys don’t break. They

A god-beast is dead, acid still steaming from its joints.My boys and I don’t leave. Not yet. This room — this silent chamber between hell-floors — holds old alien war relics and the first breath of safety we’ve tasted in weeks.They eat. They sleep. They dream.But I don’t.I keep one eye open.Because this isn’t peace. This is the inhale before violence.And the rats are coming.Contains graphic imagery, violence, and disturbing themes. Not intended for sensitive listeners.

The chamber is wider than the last three floors combined. Gravity hiccups. Boys vomit and weep. The air whispers thoughts that don’t belong.It’s waiting for them. Not a spider queen. Not a monster. A god.“I taught the first murderer how to sharpen stone. I swallowed the third moon for sport.”It calls itself the Thought That Bends. Claims it split empires with sighs and sundered gods. Warns that killing it will free something worse.The boys don’t care. They circle it like wolves. Spear, axe, garrote,

Cosmos leads the Twelve through nine waves of escalating horror—brutes with acidic blood, clones with human faces begging for help, silkweavers with razor legs. Boys lose limbs. One loses his hand and keeps fighting with a spike through the stump.Then the queen arrives. Six meters of armored nightmare that splits the floor beneath her weight.The boys swarm. Fire. Acid. Psychic claws. When it’s over, they are soaked in gore.But something below knows their names now. And it’s waiting.Explicit content:

Before the boys, before the missions, before GATELOCK PRIME—there was a puppy in a Russian lab who could see through walls.Cosmos wasn’t created. She was carved. Broken in a psycho-child program that fed her star-shaped pills and videos of dying children. She escaped through blood and bone, following a signal she didn’t yet understand.Artifacts.Now she hunts them with twelve cloned boys connected through a psychic lattice. Explicit content: violence, dark themes.

A psychic dog wakes. Twelve cloned boys follow her into the depths of an ancient industrial complex.They don’t have names. They barely survive long enough to earn them. The cloning vats spin up replacements when they fall. Cosmos leads her pack through GATELOCK PRIME, hunting artifacts in the ruins. The lattice connects their minds. The artifacts watch and wait.This is where it begins.** Explicit content warning: Violence, dark themes **xgqkKIZnam4kZXb4XJcE

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