by The_Toecutter » Tue 28 Jan 2025, 11:34:06
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I love using AI to make eldtrich abominations.
I've been working on a 16-bit role playing game in a sci-fi/cosmic horror/biblical horror setting inspired by films such as Event Horizon, Hellraiser, Alien, Soylent Green, Blade Runner and books/stories such as Bordered In Black by Larry Niven, Sheep Look Up by John Brunner, and anything HP Lovecraft, as well as games like Chrono Trigger, Bloodborne, Dark Souls, and Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, where I draw all the sprites/art/effects myself, but I've been using AI to make some very disturbing concept images to reference when I do my own art.
Once the uncanny valley is crossed, we will lose a wonderful tool. By AI being so shitty, it makes the best abominations and horrors!
The game is titled "Echoes of the Forsaken Planet".
Here's some sample images of the AI-generated slop:








The premise of the game is this,
Your main character is a 12 year old boy named Grendel. The year is 1998. The game starts where you play as him shooting up his middle school, killing his classmates and the school staff, before being killed by police.
But it was all a dream. He awakens on a space vessel in the year 2598, landing on the planet Kepler-186F, with his family, for his parents' new job assignment. The long period of slumber on the flight makes people hallucinate and sometimes decades play out in their dreams. Grendel vividly remembers a life in 1990s USA, but awakens to a new world. The surface of the planet is Venus-like and uninhabitable, with 250F temperatures and an unbreathable atmosphere choked in CO2 and radioactive ash, but there used to be 10 billion people living on the surface as evidenced by the ruins of dense cityscapes and road infrastructure stretching across the horizon. There is only one last city on Kepler 186F, New Babylon, set in a climate-controlled dome roughly 20 miles wide and 3 miles high, containing 500 million people. New Babylon is a highly stratified Abrahamic theocracy, split into warring Christian, Jewish, and Islamic factions, and divided into 3 layers: ARCOBABEL as the central pillar in the dome containing multiple layers of farmland and suburbs for 500,000 people, the elite of society, the Middle Ring containing roughly 112 million people who live densely packed, subsist on 3D printed synthetic food, and have access to technology beyond the wildest imagination of those alive today, and the Lower Ring, the slums inside the sewers and junkyards where the rest of the population resides, living in near medieval conditions off of the garbage generated by the above layers.
Here's a background image I made of outside the dome with MS Paint 3D, first shown in the game's intro as the space vessel is docking, shortly after the school massacre:

And of the Middle Ring, pre and post blackout, collages made using a mix of my own spritework and AI:


And here's a sprite drawing of a roasted infant on a spit, shown in a scene where a bunch of starving cannibals skewer a baby through its anus and out its mouth, live, which are huddled around a trashbarrel fire roasting it:

When my niece was an infant, I got some recordings of her throwing a tantrum, and I have modified the sound effects appropriately to make the infant scream when the cannibals "stick" it, live.
Early into the story, Grendel is separated from his family, and the power, food, water, and everything else have been cut off. There is one shuttle back to Earth, forever. As the chaos unfolds, Grendel joins other lost children, trying to make it to the shuttle, and the only adult willing to help them and protect them from the starving mobs is this creepy pedophile serial-killer clown named Hester the Scarecrow. The things that later occur defy logic, as supernatural horror begins to abound, among the backdrop of people feeding upon each other as starvation sets in.
Here's an excerpt from some of the writing I did, involving apparitions of all of the aborted fetuses to have existed, manifesting again physically and altered(this should give he religious right the warm 'n fuzzies):
"Reluctantly, she took her first step into the raw sewage. The horde of angry undead fetuses leapt up at her like fleas, perhaps 30 or 40 as it happened so fast it was hard to tell, coldly shrieking with the unnatural sounds of an otherworldly realm, sounding almost but not quite human.
Glistening with mucus, splattered with excrement, covered in blood, and dripping with all of the foul substances contained within the sewage, they tore into her flesh like piranhas. Lucrecia frantically swatted at them and screamed in agony, flailing about as if she'd been doused in gasoline and set ablaze. She leaped backwards in fear, contorting in odds ways unbefitting for such a frail young girl, instinctively tearing them off of her, throwing them to the ground and stomping them with as much force as her small, delicate frame could muster in a frenzied staccato. They splattered into a mess of unidentifiable pieces of organs.
The remainder crawled back into the muck from whence they came like slugs, dragging their umbilical cords and leaving a trail of the fetid slime they were covered in.
Hester, the always jovial adult in the room, looked at her, then looked at Grendel, and smiled.
"Aww geez. You know what the hardest part about swimming in a pool full of dead babies is?"
Grendel wasn't even paying attention, having lost the ability to even feel fear after everything he'd been through.
Hester waited for a few seconds and lustfully eyed the two preteen children as Lucrecia was bent over crying, bleeding from a myriad of places all over her body and face, open sores visible where the fetuses had torn into her flesh, having been traumatized yet more from this Godforsaken place. Grendel remained silent, unfazed from even seeing his first and only love sobbing in pain and bleeding all over her body.
The clown then cheerfully responded, "HIDING YOUR ERECTION!"
The unnecessary felling of a tree, perhaps the old growth of centuries, seems to me a crime little short of murder. ~Thomas Jefferson