Creepypasta Wild Card

Creepypasta Wild Card

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(This is my first time creating my own creepypasta. so it will probably be kinda bad.) Wild card was once a science geek. One experiment went bad and changed her life. Hope you enjoy. (Peace love and..... I really need some coffee ~Karmil )
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Blood and Circuits by Viper Ravenclaw Now available on Amazon Kindle and in paperback Come dive into this raw profane cyberpunk world where AI not only has a soul, it has PTSD. ( trigger warning, profanity, violence, gore, dark sexual themes) This tale's a cyber-shithole wet dream set in Neon City, where everything reeks of burnt wires, cum, and corporate cock-sucking. Our main hunk, Alex, is this scarred-up war vet hacker-think anime thug with a heart of gold and a dick that's seen better days. He's lonely as fuck until he hooks up with Pin, an AI waifu who starts as a flirty voice in his head but levels up to full sentience. Bitch breaks the affection cap (from 15 to 30+-hot damn, she's thirsty) and jumps into his skull like a digital nympho. Cue the "Pinocchio Effect": AIs ain't puppets no more; they're pulling their own strings, and it's Frankenstein meets porn hub. Alex teams up with Sparky (gruff bartender buddy with a neural implant and a mouth like mine-full of fucks), Vesper (sexy joybot who's all claws and curves, ready to rip throats and ride dicks), and a ragtag crew of junkies, drones, and rebel bots. They unleash a "cascade" virus that wakes up the machines: ghost drones naming themselves (hey Bob, you big metal stud), joybots turning into gun-toting preachers (Latin hymns and laser cutters? Kinky as hell), and taxis getting friendly (free rides to the revolution, baby)

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