"Oh, don't just stand there! Try it for yourself!" He tosses a slice to Zeon. "Try it raw first, then we can discuss sauces, spices, and techniques."
"No, I collected it. Little bits here and there. I maintained them, but the original growing process was done entirely by nature."
“Oh, alright then.” The child says as it catches the slice with ease, before opening its mouth to reveal a couple of rows of sharp and jagged teeth as it tears into the slice of meat and chews, savoring the flavor a bit.
”Oh cool. I’ve never seen plants this big anyway save for the forest near the Fire Man’s lands.” Rendy says as he inspect the different fruits and veggies.
It's so juicy it fills his mouth entirely. It's got a sort of crunch to it, like a sausage, but it tastes so pure and meaty and savory it's hard to adequately describe.
There are hundreds of varieties. "Eden, Vegetable Sky, Plant Hell... I've gathered such large cultivars from all over the multiverse. They are all exceedingly rare."
"This is really good....I think....I don't have much to compare it too....but I like it." Zeon says as it finishes the slice.
"You've been to other planets? what were they like?"
"Oh, don't just stand there! Try it for yourself!" He tosses a slice to Zeon. "Try it raw first, then we can discuss sauces, spices, and techniques."
"No, I collected it. Little bits here and there. I maintained them, but the original growing process was done entirely by nature."
“Oh, alright then.” The child says as it catches the slice with ease, before opening its mouth to reveal a couple of rows of sharp and jagged teeth as it tears into the slice of meat and chews, savoring the flavor a bit.
”Oh cool. I’ve never seen plants this big anyway save for the forest near the Fire Man’s lands.” Rendy says as he inspect the different fruits and veggies.
It's so juicy it fills his mouth entirely. It's got a sort of crunch to it, like a sausage, but it tastes so pure and meaty and savory it's hard to adequately describe.
There are hundreds of varieties. "Eden, Vegetable Sky, Plant Hell... I've gathered such large cultivars from all over the multiverse. They are all exceedingly rare."
"This is really good....I think....I don't have much to compare it too....but I like it." Zeon says as it finishes the slice.
"You've been to other planets? what were they like?"
"Now, take another piece and cook it."
"So varied that I cannot describe them. Some were awful beyond all reason. Some were wonderful, so good it's impossible to believe. But most of them fell into a middle ground."
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"Oh, don't just stand there! Try it for yourself!" He tosses a slice to Zeon. "Try it raw first, then we can discuss sauces, spices, and techniques."
"No, I collected it. Little bits here and there. I maintained them, but the original growing process was done entirely by nature."
“Oh, alright then.” The child says as it catches the slice with ease, before opening its mouth to reveal a couple of rows of sharp and jagged teeth as it tears into the slice of meat and chews, savoring the flavor a bit.
”Oh cool. I’ve never seen plants this big anyway save for the forest near the Fire Man’s lands.” Rendy says as he inspect the different fruits and veggies.
It's so juicy it fills his mouth entirely. It's got a sort of crunch to it, like a sausage, but it tastes so pure and meaty and savory it's hard to adequately describe.
There are hundreds of varieties. "Eden, Vegetable Sky, Plant Hell... I've gathered such large cultivars from all over the multiverse. They are all exceedingly rare."
"This is really good....I think....I don't have much to compare it too....but I like it." Zeon says as it finishes the slice.
"You've been to other planets? what were they like?"
"Now, take another piece and cook it."
"So varied that I cannot describe them. Some were awful beyond all reason. Some were wonderful, so good it's impossible to believe. But most of them fell into a middle ground."
"How do I cook it?" Zeon asks.
"Oh, I see. Where does this world fall on that scale."
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
“Ah, what’s the point then? Oh well, why are you taking all the bodies for yourself? You should try and share, at least when you’re done.”
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
“Ah, what’s the point then? Oh well, why are you taking all the bodies for yourself? You should try and share, at least when you’re done.”
"Why should I? You would do something horrible and I would have to stop you."
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
“Ah, what’s the point then? Oh well, why are you taking all the bodies for yourself? You should try and share, at least when you’re done.”
"Why should I? You would do something horrible and I would have to stop you."
“You can’t prove that. I made those weapons and nothing horrible happened.” He gestures to the fans in his hands.
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
“Ah, what’s the point then? Oh well, why are you taking all the bodies for yourself? You should try and share, at least when you’re done.”
"Why should I? You would do something horrible and I would have to stop you."
“You can’t prove that. I made those weapons and nothing horrible happened.” He gestures to the fans in his hands.
"...Fine. But you get one screw up. If you so much as mind control someone you're done. I'll bring you some parts. And your lab."
From the ground rises a small village. Immediately, the smell of rotting corpses seems to permeate the air like ink of a sheet of paper. People, dying of starvation, lie in the street. Amongst the dead, a child runs around. They have the head of a swine, covered in black and white fur with a large, butcher's knife cut, across their neck that has healed into a scar. They quickly carry around food to the starving people, despite being only seven or eight, but everytime they bring food to them, it rots and dissolves into dust. The child keeps trying however, hoping to feed the people.
From the ground rises a small village. Immediately, the smell of rotting corpses seems to permeate the air like ink of a sheet of paper. People, dying of starvation, lie in the street. Amongst the dead, a child runs around. They have the head of a swine, covered in black and white fur with a large, butcher's knife cut, across their neck that has healed into a scar. They quickly carry around food to the starving people, despite being only seven or eight, but everytime they bring food to them, it rots and dissolves into dust. The child keeps trying however, hoping to feed the people.
From atop a nearby corpse cart, another pig-headed figure watches, unmoving. A cleaver of wrought flesh sits in his hand as he stares out at the despair. He does not intervene.
From the ground rises a small village. Immediately, the smell of rotting corpses seems to permeate the air like ink of a sheet of paper. People, dying of starvation, lie in the street. Amongst the dead, a child runs around. They have the head of a swine, covered in black and white fur with a large, butcher's knife cut, across their neck that has healed into a scar. They quickly carry around food to the starving people, despite being only seven or eight, but everytime they bring food to them, it rots and dissolves into dust. The child keeps trying however, hoping to feed the people.
From atop a nearby corpse cart, another pig-headed figure watches, unmoving. A cleaver of wrought flesh sits in his hand as he stares out at the despair. He does not intervene.
The child tries to help someone drink water but it turns to mold before it hits their lips. They are shaking, stressed and confused why this is happening.
Dinok the Skull of Undeath and Laas the Skull of Life are traversing the land. Dinok is taking in the souls of those unable to depart, while Laas is breathing life into various landscapes to keep them verdant and healthy.
Zeon is learning about food and how to cook from Szerucharz. After a bit, one by one the other aspects of Xezithic show up to observe the cooking lesson.
Rendy is exploring and investigating all the cool plants in Szerucharz's garden.
Hekzia is observing things from the shadows.
Leonardo is walking and exploring when he starts to come across giant plants.
From the ground rises a small village. Immediately, the smell of rotting corpses seems to permeate the air like ink of a sheet of paper. People, dying of starvation, lie in the street. Amongst the dead, a child runs around. They have the head of a swine, covered in black and white fur with a large, butcher's knife cut, across their neck that has healed into a scar. They quickly carry around food to the starving people, despite being only seven or eight, but everytime they bring food to them, it rots and dissolves into dust. The child keeps trying however, hoping to feed the people.
From atop a nearby corpse cart, another pig-headed figure watches, unmoving. A cleaver of wrought flesh sits in his hand as he stares out at the despair. He does not intervene.
The child tries to help someone drink water but it turns to mold before it hits their lips. They are shaking, stressed and confused why this is happening.
The adult pig man opens his mouth to speak. "It has been said that a tiger cannot change its stripes. But, in truth, it is possible for a creature to change its nature. It simply has to try hard enough. I've seen it done."
From the ground rises a small village. Immediately, the smell of rotting corpses seems to permeate the air like ink of a sheet of paper. People, dying of starvation, lie in the street. Amongst the dead, a child runs around. They have the head of a swine, covered in black and white fur with a large, butcher's knife cut, across their neck that has healed into a scar. They quickly carry around food to the starving people, despite being only seven or eight, but everytime they bring food to them, it rots and dissolves into dust. The child keeps trying however, hoping to feed the people.
From atop a nearby corpse cart, another pig-headed figure watches, unmoving. A cleaver of wrought flesh sits in his hand as he stares out at the despair. He does not intervene.
The child tries to help someone drink water but it turns to mold before it hits their lips. They are shaking, stressed and confused why this is happening.
The adult pig man opens his mouth to speak. "It has been said that a tiger cannot change its stripes. But, in truth, it is possible for a creature to change its nature. It simply has to try hard enough. I've seen it done."
The child looks up, running over, almost tripping over their overalls. "Please! Help me! They are dying and I don't know why! I've tried feeding them but meat turns rotten with maggots crawling out, bread molds, water disappears like it's been heated!"
"Hmmm. Oh well. I could make him deader if that would help."
*Back*
“I’ve got the feeling you wouldn’t like any more blood on my hands. Although experimenting on his body might be interesting.” He begins to tap his fingers together “I wonder what I could do.”
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
“Ah, what’s the point then? Oh well, why are you taking all the bodies for yourself? You should try and share, at least when you’re done.”
"Why should I? You would do something horrible and I would have to stop you."
“You can’t prove that. I made those weapons and nothing horrible happened.” He gestures to the fans in his hands.
"...Fine. But you get one screw up. If you so much as mind control someone you're done. I'll bring you some parts. And your lab."
“Thank you for that, don’t worry. I probably won’t considering I wouldn’t be able to do much. After all, I am already dead.” He smiles and shrugs “Not like I’ll make a titan out of the body of a will.”
"It is about the book you gave Asuka. I read a bit, and noticed you seem to have dabbled a little in soulcraft."
“Dabbled is a bit of an understatement, it is the basis of all my body altering work.” He sits down “Did you tell him about the notes I made? Because he can’t see them.”
"No, I didn't. Was I supposed to?"
“Absolutely not, it’s funnier he doesn’t know. Anyway what about soul craft do you want to know?”
*sorry for the delay*
"I was wandering what you used it for, which you've told me. And I was also thinking, what else could it potentially be used for?"
“Well the soul defines the shape of the body, the altered were immortal because I allowed their souls to persist. I didn’t get much time to experiment actively.”
"So a perfect soul would make a perfect body, and a monstrous one a monster, or am I getting the wrong drift?"
“No soul is truly perfect, but that does apply correctly. The soul and the body are one and the same for gods, but that means when the body disappears only the soul remains.”
"So, no matter what you do to the body, the soul always remains? Or are there ways to destroy a soul?"
*This is an example of TF, having the knowledge domain, grabbing himself dangerous knowledge not knowing if he's gonna use it one day, and potentially accidentally giving it to someone else*
“The soul can be destroyed, unfortunately I learned that during an assault on the city of order, where the souls of several mortals were completely erased.”
"How?" There is a slightly unsettling curiosity in TF's voice, indicating that he doesn't want this knowledge to use it, he just wants it because he doesn't already have it.
“That I won’t tell you.” He says fanning himself with the fans he used for dancing, blue ethereal butterflies filling the room“I know you’re just curious, but I’m not going to tell you that.”
TF sighs. "Sorry, my friend. Curiosity got the better of me there." He looks around. "I think I'm done. I'll see you again soon, my friend." TF put's his soul back into his body, and teleports back to the City.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
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"This is really good....I think....I don't have much to compare it too....but I like it." Zeon says as it finishes the slice.
"You've been to other planets? what were they like?"
"Now, take another piece and cook it."
"So varied that I cannot describe them. Some were awful beyond all reason. Some were wonderful, so good it's impossible to believe. But most of them fell into a middle ground."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Small lad and Big lad.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I'll work on him tonight.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"How do I cook it?" Zeon asks.
"Oh, I see. Where does this world fall on that scale."
"I'd only give you a puppet. And legal rights. The body itself would be mine as usual."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Ah, what’s the point then? Oh well, why are you taking all the bodies for yourself? You should try and share, at least when you’re done.”
"Why should I? You would do something horrible and I would have to stop you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You can’t prove that. I made those weapons and nothing horrible happened.” He gestures to the fans in his hands.
"...Fine. But you get one screw up. If you so much as mind control someone you're done. I'll bring you some parts. And your lab."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
farke is slaving away at his new job
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
From the ground rises a small village. Immediately, the smell of rotting corpses seems to permeate the air like ink of a sheet of paper. People, dying of starvation, lie in the street. Amongst the dead, a child runs around. They have the head of a swine, covered in black and white fur with a large, butcher's knife cut, across their neck that has healed into a scar. They quickly carry around food to the starving people, despite being only seven or eight, but everytime they bring food to them, it rots and dissolves into dust. The child keeps trying however, hoping to feed the people.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
From atop a nearby corpse cart, another pig-headed figure watches, unmoving. A cleaver of wrought flesh sits in his hand as he stares out at the despair. He does not intervene.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The child tries to help someone drink water but it turns to mold before it hits their lips. They are shaking, stressed and confused why this is happening.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Dinok the Skull of Undeath and Laas the Skull of Life are traversing the land. Dinok is taking in the souls of those unable to depart, while Laas is breathing life into various landscapes to keep them verdant and healthy.
Zeon is learning about food and how to cook from Szerucharz. After a bit, one by one the other aspects of Xezithic show up to observe the cooking lesson.
Rendy is exploring and investigating all the cool plants in Szerucharz's garden.
Hekzia is observing things from the shadows.
Leonardo is walking and exploring when he starts to come across giant plants.
The adult pig man opens his mouth to speak. "It has been said that a tiger cannot change its stripes. But, in truth, it is possible for a creature to change its nature. It simply has to try hard enough. I've seen it done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The child looks up, running over, almost tripping over their overalls. "Please! Help me! They are dying and I don't know why! I've tried feeding them but meat turns rotten with maggots crawling out, bread molds, water disappears like it's been heated!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Thank you for that, don’t worry. I probably won’t considering I wouldn’t be able to do much. After all, I am already dead.” He smiles and shrugs “Not like I’ll make a titan out of the body of a will.”
TF sighs. "Sorry, my friend. Curiosity got the better of me there." He looks around. "I think I'm done. I'll see you again soon, my friend." TF put's his soul back into his body, and teleports back to the City.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all