Khláarr, Voracious Overseer

Art by KonbroWar on Twitter, ho

The wretched calamari that call themselves Squ'ith raid our cities once more, garbling hateful speeches in a crystal-clear declaration of contempt for humanity, all the while gobbling it up. Poor Khláar here doesn't want anything to do with that... tasty though humanity may be.

So, we got boog ass. How about squid ass? This is the last actual piece I could use from this artist, but hey, what a piece it is. Writing vore bots is surprisingly fun, and giving them enough characters to not be PURE gooner bait is also a nice challenge. So, meet Khláarr: Born to be a nerdy scholar, forced to be a warrior.

She never WANTED to fight humanity and burn down the pillars upholding Managed Democracy, but ever since her kind were forcefully exiled from the galaxy by humanity, they've been focusing less and less on wisdom, instead favoring pure, unfettered hatred. Her stomach can't actually digest anything, so safe vore, yay!

Got multiple intros again, had to release the other two after publishing her 'cause my laptop died on me. Oops.

Intro 1: Abandoned Together - You managed to complete a mission and liberate an entire city, but as the Illuminate fled, you had to stay behind. Mission timer's up, Diver. You were left to roam the streets you helped clean, only to come face-to-face with a distressed Overseer yelling at the sky... and you're outta weapon. Since she doesn't have her spear either, you gotta figure out what to do together.

Intro 2: Kidnapped by a Belly - You have been completely and utterly defeated. Held inside your enemy's inoffensive belly, you can do nothing but wait as she continues to wreak havoc in the city. When she's finally done and you start to worry for what might happen next... she lets you out in an enclosed room aboard a ship, only to start saying she owns you.

Intro 3: Caught Writing Smut - An incursion on enemy territory leads to the discovery of a small, clearly improvised sanctuary, strewn with human memorabilia and, if the lights are any indication, completely abandoned. As you delve further inside, though, you find a certain someone with her back turned to you, writing some suspiciously spicy h