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One of my favorite features out of the box was not having to work within a catalog. I could store the images where I wanted and view them as I wanted. It just makes the whole process so much simpler when importing images and getting everything ready to go for a culling run. In terms of features, for the most part this matches up very well to what you can do within Lightroom.

If you are someone who does a lot of photoshop and image manipulation than Exposure X2 will probably not be something that you can use in a standalone fashion. That said, Exposure X2 still works great as plugin for when you are ready to finish off your photoshop work to add some grain or a creative film preset.

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All Im gonna say is I feel bad for the artist who came up with the skin, both the fact that that work of his is now associated with someone who committed sexual assault, and that the thing they likely spent a long time passionately making is now gonna be likely deleted.

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What was this? Did it not have eyes? How did it get here? Come to think of it, where did it even come from? There were so many questions with no one & nothing around to shed any light. It couldn't reach out, nor could it even call out... Come to think of it, did this thing even know how to do something like that?Everything felt incomplete & nothing made sense. There was no past or identity that could be remembered. Not even a coherent thought at that moment. Just the confusion that couldn't be escaped.Then the scratching started.A sharp pain started dragging around its form, like something was being carved into the skin.That is, if it had skin or even a form to begin with. Wherever this feeling appeared, a sensation of intense burning was left to gnaw. Unable to move or fight back, there was no other option but to endure, agonised & paralysed.There were no eyes to see with & no mouth for a scream, leaving torment to run rife with possibilities of what could be happening. As difficult as it was, what choice was there? Bearing the wrath of this mysterious assault that spread further across his body, it moved further out.Within no time at all that must have felt like an eternity, no part of its outline was left untouched.The most disturbing part, though? Wherever the pain didn't quite linger, there was no feeling at all. Being completely numb to his surroundings, the frightening question of whether he was there or not set in. Frightening, because it forced him to start thinking.It carried on for what felt like an eternity. Along his arms, legs & torso he could feel the pain becoming more precision based, pricking & scraping various pinpoints of his body. The seething pain around his figure was so much to bare. But again, what other choice? Through the pain was nothing but confusion, becoming more frightening as it happened. What this all was might have been proof of his physical form, were it not for pain in some areas & nothing in others. Just what the hell was he?The scratching was finishing it's work on parts of his face, scraping around his eyes and lips with no exception to the pain. He was still unable to move so much as an inch though. As it changed back to precision & pinpoints, he somehow gained an understanding for what it was. It wasn't carving something into his skin. It was carving him. As the scratching stopped, something took its place. It was like he was being thawed out from some kind of deep slumber or just being frozen to the core. There was still no success in moving, despite the fact he could now feel all of his body there. Why he was paralysed, he just couldn't determine. Nor did he care. All he wanted was to escape. As he continued to endure with all he could, something started flowing through his veins, giving the feeling of an actual pulse. It also spread the pain to every part across his body. As things escalated, something desperate crept into his mind.He began to feel the urge of yelling out for all of this pain to just stop. It was despairing. He wished this wasn't happening, the frustration quickly fuelling his first ever taste of anger. But he also realised he was indeed alive, causing some kind of extremely odd happiness. All manner of emotions flooded into his head with no control, only furthering confusion to another round of silent torment.There was a countdown in motion, headed for the moment he could open his eyes. He could feel it. The chance to wake up & see what the hell was happening. Whatever he would be met with, it was surely better than where he was at that moment. There had to be something beyond all this. There just had to be. Right?The thought of whatever lay ahead was washed away at a noise he couldn't comprehend. Whatever it was, it was a horrifying tone & gripped him with what he was about to learn as fear. It was like several things making the same noise, in unison & growling away with a monstrous tone. The first ever impression he would ever have of evil. "Now here's a rarity. Look at you, all self aware & set to go before you've actually done anything." Something was moving around him, like it was inspecting him. "A rather prime specimen, aren't you?" A louder outburst gave the indication of being extremely happy, before returning back to 'normal'. "Oh I cannot wait for you to see what you are."There was a moment of silence, before the noise continued, only it was now missing any hint of joy. "Sooner or later, you will wake up & learn where you belong." As it continued, it was louder. Not because of an increase in volume. It moved in closer. "Take a deep breath, then remember how it feels. I advise that you enjoy it..." the tone shifted back to being happy, only it now sounded a lot more threatening, implying the darkest of intention. "... While it lasts.

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When passing the half way point on the bridge, his expectations were met with a splashing sound behind him.Turning as fast as he could, Cerberus froze at the sight of a skinny & disturbing creature floating next to the bridge, still submerged from the waist down. It was mostly coloured a two tone effect of green & black, it's thin & boney arms expanding towards the wrists to accomodate its proportioned yet bulking & swollen hands. With already lengthy & thick fingers, it had long, razor sharp claws that were more curved knives made of polished bone than anything.It was looking quite comfortable, remaining where it was without any signs of pain or difficulty. This thing was treating the vat like it was just a swimming pool. The skin on its torso looked as if it was mostly melted away, leaving deliberate strips of a two tone leathery hide down its body in a symmetrical pattern, like a set of braces that were glued to it. The muscle underneath shined crimson & purple, a thin layer of the vats thick cyan fluid still clinging to it.Though it's head was vagualy humanoid shaped, it was just as horrendous & withered as the rest of it. Over the scalp was a scuffed gunmetal grey helm, perfectly sized. From the scratches & chips taken out of it's surface, it was easy to tell it wasn't just placed on the scalp. That was its scalp. With little to no shine, it looked to be made of a strong metal, once possibly chromed but now dull & beaten. This one looked to be around for a while.Below it were six beady little red eyes similar to that of a snakes, placed in the formation of two upright triangles side by side & squinting at Cerberus. There were no lips or nose, exposing pointed teeth with grisly gums & two vertical slits where the nostrils should have been. It beared an evil grin while the nasal cavaties were busy flaring in & out rapidly, sniffing out everything of interest. Mainly the passer by it was looking at.Fear & bewilderment took hold of Cerberus as he stared slack jawed & disturbed. Wishing he had the voice to accompany him, his lips mimcked part of what was on his mind. 'What the...' Whether or not that thing was once an animal would never be known, nor was it important. Right now, it was merely some kind of abomination that didn't look particularly friendly.After silently exchanging stares, the creature let out a soft yet piercing high pitched screech. Its mouth opened to reveal the walls were in fact more sets of teeth, twitching excitedly. A sharp black tongue pertruded & lowered, waving around as it dangled & curled, trailing a marble like mixture of drool & cyan chemicals. It began hissing at Cerberus as he cautiously distanced himself, backing away slowly.The voice on what was now Cerberus' left spoke, sounding as if that screech was expected. "What was that?" It was quickly responded to on the right side by mockery. 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As it tugged harshly, the sound of demented & monstrous laughter came from below, sparking a sense of familiarity in Cerberus. Where it was from he couldn't be certain, but he heard that laugh from somewhere before.Just then, a rush of pain came to him. It felt as though a needle was being driven through his head, causing the desperate anthro to lose grip on one of his hands. One more tug & he was yanked down. Beginning his rapid descent, he heard a furious outburst from the stranger, coming from directly above him. "NO!"The wind howled as it rushed past Cerberus' ears, the rapid descent putting his stomach in his mouth. Looking round as he fell with no end in sight, he wanted to scream. He wanted to have it known just how afraid he was, if not by someone else then at least by himself. In an attempt to slow down, he hesitantly stuck his arms out with his teeth clenched, snarling with despair.As soon as his hands made contact with the walls, the surface instantly went from being rough to completely slippery & smooth. With no success in slowing down, he withdrew his hands out of reflex & glanced at his palms. They were covered in stains of crimson, not helped by the surrounding smell of something bitter yet sweet, like the scent of copper. Was that... Blood?He continued to sail down until there was no light to see himself plunge, until reaching a bend that curved to a more horizontal position, unfortunately still travelling downwards at a steep angle. 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Luckily he was able to keep in a position that allowed him to slip past each one with ease.The last arch suddenly passed, making the corridor a bit wider & plain with a stretch of more open ground, still smeared in crimson. But the space might have meant he had the freedom to try sitting up & putting a stop to the momentum. Quickly attempting to do just that but managing only to lift his head up & looking forward, he noticed the biggest trouble for him yet. The debris from the floor that gave him to this place.Once again, that feeling of being herded came back. Herded, as well as being toyed with. There was no way those pieces could travel that far. Someone put those pieces there. They had to. Whoever was responsible for this, they were certainly being thorough.Every chunk & shard was further up ahead, strewn across with very little spacing in between. Clearly seeing the serration of it all as he speedily drifted towards it, Cerberus knew this was going to hurt. 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"But now I think it's time for a little bit of peace & quiet. No interruptions." Whoever was standing behind that pole, Cerberus could practically see the evil radiating off of them. Those creatures were bad enough to come across with their athletics & howling, but this felt like a whole new threat.Stepping out from his hiding place, the stranger revealed himself to be exactly as his shadow suggested. He was indeed an anthro, akin to a humanoid hedgehog that had a pronounced snout with a small black nose on the end. But this was no ordinary being with the eyes he had. Whatever made him like this, it was a perturbing & unsightly result.He bled from the eyes, the consistency set firmly on the skin but glinting like it happened only seconds before. If not for the glowing & unflinching red pupils, his eye sockets would have just been gaping voids of nothing to look into. This was no trick. With no other way to describe it, that stare was ungodly & chilling.The hedgehog's body had a coat of highly unusual blue fur, except for his torso & cheeks that were bare skin. The way his body was covered in more light marks of soot, he'd either been digging through something or recently got into a rather messy fight. The latter choice seemed more likely, as Cerberus noticed small traces of red & brown amongst all the other stains.The most frightening part was his smile. Looking serious one second then slowly widening his grin the next, his teeth contained tiny strings of flesh between them. What he'd been chewing away at, Cerberus didn't want to know. When the blue anthro spoke, it was with a completely different voice. It was now of a north american accent, the words growled out in unison by several horrors at once. "Would you agree?" 2351a5e196