awwwwwww :D

The lipstick doesnt come off

No matter how much she tries make them come off by kissing, they are permanent!

Hey Jame doesn't know for sure. I can be your test subject for seeing how many kisses it takes for it to come off. >w>

:3

Perhaps my Mobian Western Wyvern, Weld would love to save Princess Venus! He's armed with nothing but a Mammoth Wrench on his back and an Enforcer on his hip. Oh, and be gentle with him, sebbu, his bloodline was wiped by raptors and though he denies this, his dream is to be a breeder-for-hire to any fertile femme-fatale. Shy at the thought, he wants to use himself to repopulate his species through his kin. Sick? Perhaps. . . Perverted? Damn straight! Also a fool's hope, but the only one he has left to save his race.

So, what do you think, is his dirty mind really the means to his end towards a new generation of mobians? Does the fact that he is the last of his race justifies the need to spread his seed? I wouldn't worry about that too much, he has to pursue his quest across the Euclid Galaxy, before he can either settle down, or give his body away to a breeding purgatory. Either way he goes, his species has to survive, even if he must resort to assimilating his genepool with another.

 NeoGeno450, I'll let you have first crack at the Princess. Weld's busy locating portal glyphs.

Interesting premise ^^

Aside from his sexual fantasies, Weld's more commonly known to be a machinist. Started out his childhood building wind-up toys, each model having "unique" surprises, the last model he invented turned out deadly at point-blank range. Once he grasp the mechanical basics, he got electrical, both with hardware and software. Eventually he used his masteries of computer engineering to develop his own arcade game, an early, linear version of No Man's Sky, similar to Activision's Starmaster, but in High Poly 3D. And if you're wondering, yes there was some DirectX 11 technology involved. It was intended to get players hooked into the game's digital realm, and that the only way to exit to reality was to achieve the status of the infinite though the Atlas Path. Only, surprise! It did just that, and when Weld tried out his game, his conscious was lost to the VR pod. Now he has to either grasp the power of the holy number 42, or die trying as cannon fodder for the Sentinels. Of course, there is a master switch to shut off the sim. Trouble is, someone has to be outside of the pod to operate it. The calculated risk is, worst-case scenario he'll go into cardiac arrest, on the other hand, if his vitals are calm and stable when the switch is thrown off, he might return to reality without any mental complications. But that, is a story for another day. Perhaps, one you can finish.

Eheheh... You've lost me somewhere in there, but cool!

hopefully she's more inclined to kiss than bake cakes ;)

Shark kisses ahoy! Really nice big glossy lips btw.