"I haven't removed its core yet." The limbless, split-open horror twists its head to look at the robot. "Easily spooked? No need to worry! A couple gears here and some chemical treatments, and you won't have to be afraid ever again!" The shrouded toy splits the monster's face in half with a swing of his saw.
The eggbot's whistling takes on an indignant tone. "I have quite enough gears, thank you very much!"
"Ignore it. Monsters only talk to make you insecure." He pulls on the saw as the monster attempts to speak again, causing the creature to spark and scream before going silent. "They don't care if they die as long as they get another soul for the machine."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I haven't removed its core yet." The limbless, split-open horror twists its head to look at the robot. "Easily spooked? No need to worry! A couple gears here and some chemical treatments, and you won't have to be afraid ever again!" The shrouded toy splits the monster's face in half with a swing of his saw.
The eggbot's whistling takes on an indignant tone. "I have quite enough gears, thank you very much!"
"Ignore it. Monsters only talk to make you insecure." He pulls on the saw as the monster attempts to speak again, causing the creature to spark and scream before going silent. "They don't care if they die as long as they get another soul for the machine."
"What machine?"
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"Ignore it. Monsters only talk to make you insecure." He pulls on the saw as the monster attempts to speak again, causing the creature to spark and scream before going silent. "They don't care if they die as long as they get another soul for the machine."
"What machine?"
"There's some sort of factory beneath the island. People use its parts to upgrade and repair themselves, but it fights back. At least, that's what I hear. I've never been down there. I've seen what it does to people." He looks down at the monster, which tries to move despite the destruction of its head.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ignore it. Monsters only talk to make you insecure." He pulls on the saw as the monster attempts to speak again, causing the creature to spark and scream before going silent. "They don't care if they die as long as they get another soul for the machine."
"What machine?"
"There's some sort of factory beneath the island. People use its parts to upgrade and repair themselves, but it fights back. At least, that's what I hear. I've never been down there. I've seen what it does to people." He looks down at the monster, which tries to move despite the destruction of its head.
The eggbot walks closer to the monster, looking over it with its single glowing eye. It examines it, looking for a core. "What is this place? Last thing I remember, I was overtaken by the malice. Then, I woke up here."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"Well then, you'll have to come down to the Factory." It drops him. "I want you to do it yourself. Throw yourself in and be reborn."
'And then what? Hunt people for their sins? It just doesn't feel right. We've all had to do things. But sure, I'll go take a look'
The construct begins laughing maniacally. "You still think... this is about sin?! No... we are all cosmic, astronomical LOSERS! Less than 1% of humanity... ever ends up here! It has... nothing to do... with morality! It's... about... pain!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I wasn't able to do it yesterday so I'm doing it now.*
The ocean, nearby the city, seems to wash up what appears to be some sort of raggedy doll looking creature. It's design is very much like a raggedy Anne doll except for key differences. The body and head look like the doll portion but the arms and legs are almost like those of a wooden toy soldiers.
The face of the doll seems to have a goatee like design around the mouth, a semblance of brown hair that matches the hair on its head that is cut short and neatly in a way. One side of the dolls face is covered in plastic eyes that almost looks real, unblinking with blue irises and pinpoint pupils, the other side is barely stitched together, fluffy and fuzzy bulging at the seams of the stitching, clearly over where an eye should be. It wears a dark green jacket, stitched with many patches from heavy use and loving care it seems. It is paired with a pair of brown pants that have a belt strapped around its waist with a toy gun, one of those little pop-guns, strapped onto a holster.
Another toy flops down beside it. This one is wrapped in a black fabric shroud and carries a huge hacksaw on its back.
After a moment, a muffled 'WHAT THE HELL' emits from the face down in the muddy sand. The toy rolls over on its back and sits up, looking around.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well then, you'll have to come down to the Factory." It drops him. "I want you to do it yourself. Throw yourself in and be reborn."
'And then what? Hunt people for their sins? It just doesn't feel right. We've all had to do things. But sure, I'll go take a look'
The construct begins laughing maniacally. "You still think... this is about sin?! No... we are all cosmic, astronomical LOSERS! Less than 1% of humanity... ever ends up here! It has... nothing to do... with morality! It's... about... pain!"
'Well, in that case, I don't wanna be a loser. I wanna wake up, and until then, make the best of this place. Maybe make those other monsters scared of me, instead of it being the other way around. How do I get to this Factory?'
The Messenger has left its secluded alleyway and has begun to wander the Carnival, seemingly wandering aimlessly as it observes its surroundings. The surface is a place it has rarely dared to go, and it wants to explore while it's here.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"There's some sort of factory beneath the island. People use its parts to upgrade and repair themselves, but it fights back. At least, that's what I hear. I've never been down there. I've seen what it does to people." He looks down at the monster, which tries to move despite the destruction of its head.
The eggbot walks closer to the monster, looking over it with its single glowing eye. It examines it, looking for a core. "What is this place? Last thing I remember, I was overtaken by the malice. Then, I woke up here."
"I've never heard of the malice. Probably can't get you here, though." The black-wrapped figure rips open the monster's torso some more to reveal half of a green orb, glowing faintly and flickering. "Monsters only have part of a core. If we can find the other parts, we can put their souls back together."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The construct begins laughing maniacally. "You still think... this is about sin?! No... we are all cosmic, astronomical LOSERS! Less than 1% of humanity... ever ends up here! It has... nothing to do... with morality! It's... about... pain!"
'Well, in that case, I don't wanna be a loser. I wanna wake up, and until then, make the best of this place. Maybe make those other monsters scared of me, instead of it being the other way around. How do I get to this Factory?'
"..." The monster chuckles, then points down.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Messenger has left its secluded alleyway and has begun to wander the Carnival, seemingly wandering aimlessly as it observes its surroundings. The surface is a place it has rarely dared to go, and it wants to explore while it's here.
This part of carnival, while still being brightly lit and filled with food, has much fewer people in it.
The head of a lesser monster rolls down the street, still bleeding black ichor.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Messenger has left its secluded alleyway and has begun to wander the Carnival, seemingly wandering aimlessly as it observes its surroundings. The surface is a place it has rarely dared to go, and it wants to explore while it's here.
This part of carnival, while still being brightly lit and filled with food, has much fewer people in it.
The head of a lesser monster rolls down the street, still bleeding black ichor.
It watches the severed head roll to a stop, and stays where it is, looking around and clicking between its different lenses to try and see what killed the unfortunate monster. Static crackles, and its voice echoes from the metal-and-plastic flail it's trailing behind itself, sounding more like a loudspeaker than a phone. "Who's... there?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
This part of carnival, while still being brightly lit and filled with food, has much fewer people in it.
The head of a lesser monster rolls down the street, still bleeding black ichor.
It watches the severed head roll to a stop, and stays where it is, looking around and clicking between its different lenses to try and see what killed the unfortunate monster. Static crackles, and its voice echoes from the metal-and-plastic flail it's trailing behind itself, sounding more like a loudspeaker than a phone. "Who's... there?"
There's a metallic creaking as an elongated figure, wrapped in translucent black fabric and wielding a huge butcher's saw walks out from behind an alley. "Curious. Most monsters don't express fear, especially not when they're so large." He tilts his blade, letting the gore and metal bits slide off. "Why are you different?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"There's some sort of factory beneath the island. People use its parts to upgrade and repair themselves, but it fights back. At least, that's what I hear. I've never been down there. I've seen what it does to people." He looks down at the monster, which tries to move despite the destruction of its head.
The eggbot walks closer to the monster, looking over it with its single glowing eye. It examines it, looking for a core. "What is this place? Last thing I remember, I was overtaken by the malice. Then, I woke up here."
"I've never heard of the malice. Probably can't get you here, though." The black-wrapped figure rips open the monster's torso some more to reveal half of a green orb, glowing faintly and flickering. "Monsters only have part of a core. If we can find the other parts, we can put their souls back together."
"Malice is a purplish-black glowing sludge. If you're lucky, it poisons and kills you quickly. Otherwise, it takes over your mind, enslaving you and making you watch as your body, but not your body, kills everyone you hold dear." The egg deftly cuts out the core with a glowing blue blade, before folding the blade back into a robotic arm and retracting it into its body. "Have you ever managed to put a soul back together?"
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"Malice is a purplish-black glowing sludge. If you're lucky, it poisons and kills you quickly. Otherwise, it takes over your mind, enslaving you and making you watch as your body, but not your body, kills everyone you hold dear." The egg deftly cuts out the core with a glowing blue blade, before folding the blade back into a robotic arm and retracting it into its body. "Have you ever managed to put a soul back together?"
"It used to happen all the time, according to history. I've never done it myself. The Factory tends to split the Core between the city and the fields, and those two places aren't really on speaking terms. I'd have to smuggle Soul Core between them, and there are heavy border patrols to make sure that doesn't happen. I guess they each think that the other side will finally yield for the good of the people, but it's been going on since before I've been around."
He shakes his head. "But that's not my job to worry about. They tell me that whenever I mention it, but it still kind of stings to know that all these souls are gonna stay broken."
This part of carnival, while still being brightly lit and filled with food, has much fewer people in it.
The head of a lesser monster rolls down the street, still bleeding black ichor.
It watches the severed head roll to a stop, and stays where it is, looking around and clicking between its different lenses to try and see what killed the unfortunate monster. Static crackles, and its voice echoes from the metal-and-plastic flail it's trailing behind itself, sounding more like a loudspeaker than a phone. "Who's... there?"
There's a metallic creaking as an elongated figure, wrapped in translucent black fabric and wielding a huge butcher's saw walks out from behind an alley. "Curious. Most monsters don't express fear, especially not when they're so large." He tilts his blade, letting the gore and metal bits slide off. "Why are you different?"
It leans a bit closer, curiously analyzing him before it speaks again. "My core is... mostly intact... I think... someone fell into the machine... and I came out... a few days ago..." It tilts its head slightly like a confused dog. "Who... are you?.."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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"Ignore it. Monsters only talk to make you insecure." He pulls on the saw as the monster attempts to speak again, causing the creature to spark and scream before going silent. "They don't care if they die as long as they get another soul for the machine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What machine?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
"Well then, you'll have to come down to the Factory." It drops him. "I want you to do it yourself. Throw yourself in and be reborn."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'And then what? Hunt people for their sins? It just doesn't feel right. We've all had to do things. But sure, I'll go take a look'
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"There's some sort of factory beneath the island. People use its parts to upgrade and repair themselves, but it fights back. At least, that's what I hear. I've never been down there. I've seen what it does to people." He looks down at the monster, which tries to move despite the destruction of its head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The eggbot walks closer to the monster, looking over it with its single glowing eye. It examines it, looking for a core. "What is this place? Last thing I remember, I was overtaken by the malice. Then, I woke up here."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
The construct begins laughing maniacally. "You still think... this is about sin?! No... we are all cosmic, astronomical LOSERS! Less than 1% of humanity... ever ends up here! It has... nothing to do... with morality! It's... about... pain!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After a moment, a muffled 'WHAT THE HELL' emits from the face down in the muddy sand. The toy rolls over on its back and sits up, looking around.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Well, in that case, I don't wanna be a loser. I wanna wake up, and until then, make the best of this place. Maybe make those other monsters scared of me, instead of it being the other way around. How do I get to this Factory?'
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The Messenger has left its secluded alleyway and has begun to wander the Carnival, seemingly wandering aimlessly as it observes its surroundings. The surface is a place it has rarely dared to go, and it wants to explore while it's here.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I've never heard of the malice. Probably can't get you here, though." The black-wrapped figure rips open the monster's torso some more to reveal half of a green orb, glowing faintly and flickering. "Monsters only have part of a core. If we can find the other parts, we can put their souls back together."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The other toy sits up as well, looking at the twilit sky, hands on their knees. "Hey."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"..." The monster chuckles, then points down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
This part of carnival, while still being brightly lit and filled with food, has much fewer people in it.
The head of a lesser monster rolls down the street, still bleeding black ichor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*for those who want and is available*
A stuffed wolf is looking for food, it's movements cautious and silent, while sticking to the shadows.
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
It watches the severed head roll to a stop, and stays where it is, looking around and clicking between its different lenses to try and see what killed the unfortunate monster. Static crackles, and its voice echoes from the metal-and-plastic flail it's trailing behind itself, sounding more like a loudspeaker than a phone. "Who's... there?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
There's a metallic creaking as an elongated figure, wrapped in translucent black fabric and wielding a huge butcher's saw walks out from behind an alley. "Curious. Most monsters don't express fear, especially not when they're so large." He tilts his blade, letting the gore and metal bits slide off. "Why are you different?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Malice is a purplish-black glowing sludge. If you're lucky, it poisons and kills you quickly. Otherwise, it takes over your mind, enslaving you and making you watch as your body, but not your body, kills everyone you hold dear." The egg deftly cuts out the core with a glowing blue blade, before folding the blade back into a robotic arm and retracting it into its body. "Have you ever managed to put a soul back together?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
"It used to happen all the time, according to history. I've never done it myself. The Factory tends to split the Core between the city and the fields, and those two places aren't really on speaking terms. I'd have to smuggle Soul Core between them, and there are heavy border patrols to make sure that doesn't happen. I guess they each think that the other side will finally yield for the good of the people, but it's been going on since before I've been around."
He shakes his head. "But that's not my job to worry about. They tell me that whenever I mention it, but it still kind of stings to know that all these souls are gonna stay broken."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It leans a bit closer, curiously analyzing him before it speaks again. "My core is... mostly intact... I think... someone fell into the machine... and I came out... a few days ago..." It tilts its head slightly like a confused dog. "Who... are you?.."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)