Bme Gore _best_

"Ready?" Elias asked. He was a giant of a man, wearing a pristine black apron. In his gloved hand, he held a scalpel that caught the light like a sliver of moon.

The addition of "Gore" to the term might imply a specific sub-interest within the BME community, possibly related to more extreme or avant-garde forms of body modification. bme gore

Kael did. He visualized the redness. He visualized the scabs that would follow, the itching, the weeks of careful irritant application to ensure the scars raised up thick and keloided. He wanted the scars to be thick. He wanted to feel the ridges when he ran his fingers over his back. "Ready

"You have a high tolerance," Elias said, a note of professional respect in his voice. "Most people tap out by now." The addition of "Gore" to the term might

This was a scarification piece. A branding. Not the crude, hot-iron sort from history books, but cold, precise cutting. Kael wanted a "biomechanical" motif—gears and pistons carved into his flesh, so that when he moved, the skin would fold into the grooves, simulating the machinery he felt he truly was.

"Right." Elias made a deep incision, the skin parting like a zipper. "But it’s input that tells you you’re alive."

He pulled his shirt back on, the fabric sticking to the open wounds. He didn't mind the sting. He carried the fire with him, and that was the only way he knew how to survive the cold.