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Silverflood has a minion!
Chula the Mecha-melifera
Chula the Mecha-melifera
Silverflood
Legacy Name: Silverflood
The
Common Experiment #1536Owner:
TjulanAge: 15 years, 11 months, 2 weeks
Born: June 1st, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: June 1st, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 172
- Strength: 429
- Defense: 427
- Speed: 427
- Health: 427
- HP: 370/427
- Intelligence: 231
- Books Read: 228
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Mad Scientist Apprentice
Steampet MikeLibby
BG by Buz Carter
It was the lime-blossom-tree.
Glowing flamy yellow it's blossoms were luring him with sweet scent.
"Drink from me! Drink from me!"
Thus Silverflood followed this call this year as every other yearbefore, like thousands of his kind. A call, that would leadinevitably to death. Drunken from the sweet scent and the pleasuresof gluttony he didn't notice his fellows one after the othercrashing into death.
Nor could he stop himself sipping the sweet nectar, until heeventually lost grip and crashed down as well. His little wingscouldn't carry his stuffed body, his feet couldn't catch his step.He crashed on his back, fidgeting helpless and gasping for breath.The big chow-down began. Birds and frogs came and feasted on thehelpless insects, carelessly trampling down the bigger ones.Silverflood started pleading.
"I don't want to die... not like this... not today... youtreacherous tree..."
If he just fidgeted and struggled enough maybe he would lose enoughweight to be able to get on his feet again... and to fly again.
"Look - one survived!"
Silverflood was very dizzy when he was picked up. The big ones weretheir worst enemies, hunted them and killed them - and they were thegardeners of the deadly lime-trees.
"I'll take it to the laboratory..."
Darkness embraced the little insect. The intoxication of thelime-tree blossoms seemed to get it.
"Tic tic tic..."
Silverflood woke up. Gone was the gold of the blossoms - replaced byrusty metal.
Gone the sweet scent of the blossoms - replaced by smoke and dust.Machines were all around him and did whatever their taks was withmuch noise. But the more Silverflood listened the more he seemed tounderstand them.
A tiny golden insect, powered by numerous small cogwheels, landednext to him. Golden like the blossoms, but a masterpiece ofmechanics.
"My name is Chula", it introduced itself. "I'm going to wind youup..."
Minuscule legs took the gear that protruded from Silverfloodsshoulder and turned it and that way winded up the diminutiveclockwork that was inside him. Silverflood flapped his wings, flew asmall circle and landed again. What had happened to him?
"Am I dead?"
"You will live forever, Silverflood. I'm all mechanic, but you - youare alive, driven by the power of the machines, by gears, mechanicsand steam. You will last an eternity and be part of the Technics. Themaster said you are so small and nimble you will to the precisionmechanics for him..."
Silverflood crooked his head, looked around.
And felt as if the watches were looking down on him.
"Tic tic tic..."
***
"Are you sure that he is aware of us, Doctor?"
Worried the old woman looked at the jung lad who once was her son.Disfigured by the accident, full of artificial replacements, thepride of her family was no longer recognizable. He seemed to beawake, but his eyes never focused on any of them. Only a bumble-bee,that had gotten into the sickroom and had landed on his hand, seemedto attract his attention.
"I cannot promise anything. We used the latest technology to keep himalive. But his head was very injured. Who knows what is going oninside..."
Silverflood got up. Noone kept him, they all wanted to know how hewould handle the wheels, mechanics and the steam engine. Everymovement would further wind up the wheelwork.
"He doesn't see us", his mother remarked.
"Tic tic tic...", the clock went on. Silverflood knew that he hadseen it before.
The father stood aside, rubbed his temples.
"He looks like a monstrous insect", he mumbled. The accident haddestroyed his life.
"Doesn't he speak at all?"
On a big dark clock dangled a small pocket watch. Silverflood flewover there, had a closer look.
"Repair", he croaked. His voice sounded shallow and mechanical.
The young lad went to his father, took his pocket watch. His fatherlet him. At least there was something that his son noticed, even ifit was only the clockwork.
"It was the lime-blossom-tree's fault", his mother sobbed. "Thebranch was so heavy that it broke and hit him." Instead of dyingSilverflood had got a second chance.
A mechanic body.
A new life.
... at least within his mechanical mind.
BG by Buz Carter
Glowing flamy yellow it's blossoms were luring him with sweet scent.
"Drink from me! Drink from me!"
Thus Silverflood followed this call this year as every other yearbefore, like thousands of his kind. A call, that would leadinevitably to death. Drunken from the sweet scent and the pleasuresof gluttony he didn't notice his fellows one after the othercrashing into death.
Nor could he stop himself sipping the sweet nectar, until heeventually lost grip and crashed down as well. His little wingscouldn't carry his stuffed body, his feet couldn't catch his step.He crashed on his back, fidgeting helpless and gasping for breath.The big chow-down began. Birds and frogs came and feasted on thehelpless insects, carelessly trampling down the bigger ones.Silverflood started pleading.
"I don't want to die... not like this... not today... youtreacherous tree..."
If he just fidgeted and struggled enough maybe he would lose enoughweight to be able to get on his feet again... and to fly again.
"Look - one survived!"
Silverflood was very dizzy when he was picked up. The big ones weretheir worst enemies, hunted them and killed them - and they were thegardeners of the deadly lime-trees.
"I'll take it to the laboratory..."
Darkness embraced the little insect. The intoxication of thelime-tree blossoms seemed to get it.
"Tic tic tic..."
Silverflood woke up. Gone was the gold of the blossoms - replaced byrusty metal.
Gone the sweet scent of the blossoms - replaced by smoke and dust.Machines were all around him and did whatever their taks was withmuch noise. But the more Silverflood listened the more he seemed tounderstand them.
A tiny golden insect, powered by numerous small cogwheels, landednext to him. Golden like the blossoms, but a masterpiece ofmechanics.
"My name is Chula", it introduced itself. "I'm going to wind youup..."
Minuscule legs took the gear that protruded from Silverfloodsshoulder and turned it and that way winded up the diminutiveclockwork that was inside him. Silverflood flapped his wings, flew asmall circle and landed again. What had happened to him?
"Am I dead?"
"You will live forever, Silverflood. I'm all mechanic, but you - youare alive, driven by the power of the machines, by gears, mechanicsand steam. You will last an eternity and be part of the Technics. Themaster said you are so small and nimble you will to the precisionmechanics for him..."
Silverflood crooked his head, looked around.
And felt as if the watches were looking down on him.
"Tic tic tic..."
***
"Are you sure that he is aware of us, Doctor?"
Worried the old woman looked at the jung lad who once was her son.Disfigured by the accident, full of artificial replacements, thepride of her family was no longer recognizable. He seemed to beawake, but his eyes never focused on any of them. Only a bumble-bee,that had gotten into the sickroom and had landed on his hand, seemedto attract his attention.
"I cannot promise anything. We used the latest technology to keep himalive. But his head was very injured. Who knows what is going oninside..."
Silverflood got up. Noone kept him, they all wanted to know how hewould handle the wheels, mechanics and the steam engine. Everymovement would further wind up the wheelwork.
"He doesn't see us", his mother remarked.
"Tic tic tic...", the clock went on. Silverflood knew that he hadseen it before.
The father stood aside, rubbed his temples.
"He looks like a monstrous insect", he mumbled. The accident haddestroyed his life.
"Doesn't he speak at all?"
On a big dark clock dangled a small pocket watch. Silverflood flewover there, had a closer look.
"Repair", he croaked. His voice sounded shallow and mechanical.
The young lad went to his father, took his pocket watch. His fatherlet him. At least there was something that his son noticed, even ifit was only the clockwork.
"It was the lime-blossom-tree's fault", his mother sobbed. "Thebranch was so heavy that it broke and hit him." Instead of dyingSilverflood had got a second chance.A mechanic body.
A new life.
... at least within his mechanical mind.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | |
| Oh, so much little biggy flying bumblebee thingis. | Flying with one of them. Lookalook... where is Chula? | Never saw the world like this before! Lookalook! Isn't she beautifull? | Why do we have to rast on this dirty planet? Little crawly bugs are around me. | I catched them all! Hello Chula! You're still my favorit bug. | Lookalook- so much fireflies are out there in the dark. Me is making a ligth, too. I'm a firefly! | This planet is so blue and a sticky blue butterfly wants all my crawly bugs. Take them, butterfly, and go away! | Butterfly gave me this baggy bag full of clothes to puttaput on me and a paper with many much letters telling everybody I wanna dance. | Here I am, ready to dance. Feels so strange. | Do you sometimes feel sad lookalook in the mirrow? Only wanted to dress up but now I feel so sad I could cry. It's cold inside. So cold... | Hier ist Text, gehört zu Bild 11 |
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Jungle Damsel Projector
Silver Chain Pocket Watch
Colonial Pocket Watch
Mechanics Of Wondrous Contraptions
Bat Pocket Watch
Scrapbook of the Future
Mechanics Of Wondrous Contraptions
Rusted Crescent Wrench
Junkroach
Rusty Broken Pipe
Mechanical Brass Bee
Flying Ship
Ventura Globe
Time Machine
Dirigible Plushie
Clockwork Heart
Brass Grasshopper
Brass Scorpion
Mechanicat
Brass Whelpling
Iron Terrier
Amateur Sleuth Kit
Mechanical Hound
Automaton Plushie
Hummer
Wrenchett Toy
Small Wind-up Key
Gear Shuriken
Heavy Cog Bookend
Destructive Vending Claw
Watchers Telescope
Gaslight Wrench
Brass Bellybutton Gear
Gold Bellybutton Gear
Silver Bellybutton Gear
Broken Gear
Gear Clip
Brass Rose
Brass Petal
Tinkerers Brass Buttons
Sky Captain Watch Hair Piece
Tinkerers Short Length of Chain
Tinkerers Bit of Bent Wire
Steam Dance Machine
Repair Bot
Steampunk Snowman
Oxidized Bronze Masquerade Gear Mask (Right Half)
Oxidized Bronze Masquerade Gear Mask (Left Half)
Gear Draped Steam Gown
Steampunk Pocket Watch
Discarded Cogs
Bronze Masquerade Gear Mask (Right Half)
Bronze Masquerade Gear Mask (Left Half)
Gear Ring Mask
Gear Wedding Ring
Steamworks Trinket
Copper Masquerade Gear Mask (Right Half)
Copper Masquerade Gear Mask (Left Half)
Brass Screw
Heavy Brass Gear
Lounge Trinket
Shiny Brass Hinge
Broken Brass Zipper
Brass Ball Bearing
Brass Base
Brass Steam-Wing Kit
Chai Music Box
Jaxon Skelly Music Box
Torrey Music Box
Warador Music Box
iNKorporated After Five Watch Cluster
Antique Thirteen Hour Clock
Father Time Pocket Watch
Elegant Brass Pocket Watch
Mysterious Truth Telling Device
Gold Chain Pocket Watch
Pocket Watch
Silver Countdown Necklace
Gold Countdown Necklace
Angelic Watch
Blingtastic Rolecks Watch
Gold Sun Relic
Thymer
Crocodile Head Timepiece
Banana Phone
Striped Cell Phone
Star Cell Phone
Moon Cell Phone
Blob Kitty Fangirl Cell Phone
Baby New Year Hourglass
Lilac Mahar Hourglass
Sands of Time
Vintage Telephone
Simple Clockwork Design
Build Your Own Spaceship
Mechanics Of Wondrous Contraptions
Iron Clockwork Grenade
Bronze Clockwork Grenade
Brass Clockwork Grenade
Silver Gyroscope
Copper Gyroscope
Brass Gyroscope
Cinnamon Sugar Gear Biscuits
Cucumber Gears
Deviled Gear Egg
Mint Candy Nut
Vanilla Candy Nut
Butterscotch Candy Nut
Caramel Candy Nut
Cherry Candy Nut
Strawberry Candy Nut
Grape Candy Nut
Blueberry Candy Nut
Single Twilight Sprocket
Single Nuclear Sprocket
Single Field Sprocket
Single Golden Sprocket
Single Cream Sprocket
Single Marsh Sprocket
Single Dusk Sprocket
Single Sun Sprocket