Linward hides in a dumpster filled with bodies, covering himself with a corpse
He doesn't hear the person approach. Instead, the ripping continues. "Do you like ghost stories?" The voice is muffled by the distance and the walls of the dumpster.
A robotic figure, silvery and beautiful, is draped in robes of red. They seem to sit on the steps of a courthouse of sorts, now burning in bright flames. They seem to mumble to themselves, something about fleeting humanity.
A robotic figure, silvery and beautiful, is draped in robes of red. They seem to sit on the steps of a courthouse of sorts, now burning in bright flames. They seem to mumble to themselves, something about fleeting humanity.
A small figure walks out of the flames, carrying a frightened cat. It's a strugel in fluffy clothes in the mob wife style, flanked by two skeletons in charred suits. He sets the cat down, and it runs away.
"You almost singed the kitty..." He mumbles, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it on the burning building.
A robotic figure, silvery and beautiful, is draped in robes of red. They seem to sit on the steps of a courthouse of sorts, now burning in bright flames. They seem to mumble to themselves, something about fleeting humanity.
A small figure walks out of the flames, carrying a frightened cat. It's a strugel in fluffy clothes in the mob wife style, flanked by two skeletons in charred suits. He sets the cat down, and it runs away.
"You almost singed the kitty..." He mumbles, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it on the burning building.
"It's life is inferior, meaningless in the true essence of time.." he says, standing up slowly.
A small figure walks out of the flames, carrying a frightened cat. It's a strugel in fluffy clothes in the mob wife style, flanked by two skeletons in charred suits. He sets the cat down, and it runs away.
"You almost singed the kitty..." He mumbles, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it on the burning building.
"It's life is inferior, meaningless in the true essence of time.." he says, standing up slowly.
"Fire is such an ugly way to die." He takes a puff on the cigarette. It smells like tea. "You lost me already. Life has the meaning we ascribe to it, same with everything else. Numbers, formulas, legacies... on a profound, cosmic scale, nothing has meaning beyond what it is given."
A small figure walks out of the flames, carrying a frightened cat. It's a strugel in fluffy clothes in the mob wife style, flanked by two skeletons in charred suits. He sets the cat down, and it runs away.
"You almost singed the kitty..." He mumbles, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it on the burning building.
"It's life is inferior, meaningless in the true essence of time.." he says, standing up slowly.
"Fire is such an ugly way to die." He takes a puff on the cigarette. It smells like tea. "You lost me already. Life has the meaning we ascribe to it, same with everything else. Numbers, formulas, legacies... on a profound, cosmic scale, nothing has meaning beyond what it is given."
"I never wanted what you have or could provide in the first place. You are the disease that infects this world." They said, their voice measured and calm.
"Fire is such an ugly way to die." He takes a puff on the cigarette. It smells like tea. "You lost me already. Life has the meaning we ascribe to it, same with everything else. Numbers, formulas, legacies... on a profound, cosmic scale, nothing has meaning beyond what it is given."
"I never wanted what you have or could provide in the first place. You are the disease that infects this world." They said, their voice measured and calm.
"So you choose to ascribe malice to life." One of the skeletons reaches into its coat and pulls out a whiskey glass of cream soda with a toothpick in it. There is a sour gummy worm on said toothpick. "I don't believe life is a disease. It's bothersome to me sometimes, but the genie is out of the bottle. Trying to remove life from the universe would be as pointless as leaving it alone."
"Fire is such an ugly way to die." He takes a puff on the cigarette. It smells like tea. "You lost me already. Life has the meaning we ascribe to it, same with everything else. Numbers, formulas, legacies... on a profound, cosmic scale, nothing has meaning beyond what it is given."
"I never wanted what you have or could provide in the first place. You are the disease that infects this world." They said, their voice measured and calm.
"So you choose to ascribe malice to life." One of the skeletons reaches into its coat and pulls out a whiskey glass of cream soda with a toothpick in it. There is a sour gummy worm on said toothpick. "I don't believe life is a disease. It's bothersome to me sometimes, but the genie is out of the bottle. Trying to remove life from the universe would be as pointless as leaving it alone."
"They rob even other, start wars, condemn others based on belief, they (GP) each other and force them to bear children. It all is disgusting, vile.."
"So you choose to ascribe malice to life." One of the skeletons reaches into its coat and pulls out a whiskey glass of cream soda with a toothpick in it. There is a sour gummy worm on said toothpick. "I don't believe life is a disease. It's bothersome to me sometimes, but the genie is out of the bottle. Trying to remove life from the universe would be as pointless as leaving it alone."
"They rob even other, start wars, condemn others based on belief, they (GP) each other and force them to bear children. It all is disgusting, vile.."
"So you'd commit the same acts against the victims of such violence? For the sin of being born? Seems a little hypocritical to me." He stirs his drink with the worm, then gestures with it. "Life is struggle. Pain. And life lashes out against itself."
"So you choose to ascribe malice to life." One of the skeletons reaches into its coat and pulls out a whiskey glass of cream soda with a toothpick in it. There is a sour gummy worm on said toothpick. "I don't believe life is a disease. It's bothersome to me sometimes, but the genie is out of the bottle. Trying to remove life from the universe would be as pointless as leaving it alone."
"They rob even other, start wars, condemn others based on belief, they (GP) each other and force them to bear children. It all is disgusting, vile.."
"So you'd commit the same acts against the victims of such violence? For the sin of being born? Seems a little hypocritical to me." He stirs his drink with the worm, then gestures with it. "Life is struggle. Pain. And life lashes out against itself."
"Which is why it needs to be destroyed at the roots. Everyone single pest plucked off of the plant and killed." He said softly.
"So you'd commit the same acts against the victims of such violence? For the sin of being born? Seems a little hypocritical to me." He stirs his drink with the worm, then gestures with it. "Life is struggle. Pain. And life lashes out against itself."
"Which is why it needs to be destroyed at the roots. Everyone single pest plucked off of the plant and killed." He said softly.
"Well, what would make you different from the life you despise so much? What gives you the right to pass judgement?"
"So you'd commit the same acts against the victims of such violence? For the sin of being born? Seems a little hypocritical to me." He stirs his drink with the worm, then gestures with it. "Life is struggle. Pain. And life lashes out against itself."
"Which is why it needs to be destroyed at the roots. Everyone single pest plucked off of the plant and killed." He said softly.
"Well, what would make you different from the life you despise so much? What gives you the right to pass judgement?"
"I have seen it all, been brought forth from unconsciousness to this... Rotting world." He waves a hand "I am beyond worthy to pass judgement on these evil creatures."
"Well, what would make you different from the life you despise so much? What gives you the right to pass judgement?"
"I have seen it all, been brought forth from unconsciousness to this... Rotting world." He waves a hand "I am beyond worthy to pass judgement on these evil creatures."
He chuckles. "You've seen... but you don't comprehend. If I dumped a box of puzzle pieces on the floor in front of you, and asked you what you saw, you would conclude that you see a mess. It's impossible to piece together the puzzle without knowing what it is, without the curiosity and interest. Tell me, if life is so disgusting, what is wrong with it hurting itself?"
"Well, what would make you different from the life you despise so much? What gives you the right to pass judgement?"
"I have seen it all, been brought forth from unconsciousness to this... Rotting world." He waves a hand "I am beyond worthy to pass judgement on these evil creatures."
He chuckles. "You've seen... but you don't comprehend. If I dumped a box of puzzle pieces on the floor in front of you, and asked you what you saw, you would conclude that you see a mess. It's impossible to piece together the puzzle without knowing what it is, without the curiosity and interest. Tell me, if life is so disgusting, what is wrong with it hurting itself?"
"I see the picture, I see the world dying and I am taking out the virus. Once they all die, the world will thrive once more"
He chuckles. "You've seen... but you don't comprehend. If I dumped a box of puzzle pieces on the floor in front of you, and asked you what you saw, you would conclude that you see a mess. It's impossible to piece together the puzzle without knowing what it is, without the curiosity and interest. Tell me, if life is so disgusting, what is wrong with it hurting itself?"
"I see the picture, I see the world dying and I am taking out the virus. Once they all die, the world will thrive once more"
"The world is always dying. It always will be. You may inflict death, but I work with it. Nothing will thrive. Only people can fix the mistakes of people. Mortal issues are far too complex for nature."
((Out Of Character: did you ever respond to me or am I just really blind?))
After a while Amrose gets up and dusts of his robes after not seeing anything of real interest and walks callously down the passages of the rotten heart, blade and soul magic handy for the event that his previous observations become unfounded. (Amrose is a custom class that I made a while ago that I've never actually gotten the chance to play as so roleplaying a bit is good enough for me. If there is combat I'm going to thoroughly explain his abilities but until then just know that I have a manifestation of my soul called an eidolon that contains my soul well that stores soul energy that I can use to cast channels which are basically my spells)
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Proud advocate of hands being rated E for everything and everyone.
((Out Of Character: did you ever respond to me or am I just really blind?))
After a while Amrose gets up and dusts of his robes after not seeing anything of real interest and walks callously down the passages of the rotten heart, blade and soul magic handy for the event that his previous observations become unfounded. (Amrose is a custom class that I made a while ago that I've never actually gotten the chance to play as so roleplaying a bit is good enough for me. If there is combat I'm going to thoroughly explain his abilities but until then just know that I have a manifestation of my soul called an eidolon that contains my soul well that stores soul energy that I can use to cast channels which are basically my spells)
*I don't remember whether I did or not...* *Looking back through the post history, it looks like I didn't. I guess I didn't think it was something I was meant to respond to.*
He sees a dragonborn with white and green scales and gold-tipped horns. They are kneeling down and cutting up some sort of dead monstrosity, the fumes alone making Amrose feel faintly nauseous. The dragonborn wears a cloth mask and a heavy apron, but their gloves are thin and soaked-through with toxic gore. "Yummy one... you'll make a brilliant tart, Mr. Harvester..." He mutters under his breath.
*Also, cool concept!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Linward hides in a dumpster filled with bodies, covering himself with a corpse
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He doesn't hear the person approach. Instead, the ripping continues. "Do you like ghost stories?" The voice is muffled by the distance and the walls of the dumpster.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He says nothing, hoping that it will go away
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"No?"
There is a scrape of metal against cobblestones. Shoes against them as well.
"...Why are you here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A robotic figure, silvery and beautiful, is draped in robes of red. They seem to sit on the steps of a courthouse of sorts, now burning in bright flames. They seem to mumble to themselves, something about fleeting humanity.
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
A small figure walks out of the flames, carrying a frightened cat. It's a strugel in fluffy clothes in the mob wife style, flanked by two skeletons in charred suits. He sets the cat down, and it runs away.
"You almost singed the kitty..." He mumbles, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it on the burning building.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It's life is inferior, meaningless in the true essence of time.." he says, standing up slowly.
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
"Fire is such an ugly way to die." He takes a puff on the cigarette. It smells like tea. "You lost me already. Life has the meaning we ascribe to it, same with everything else. Numbers, formulas, legacies... on a profound, cosmic scale, nothing has meaning beyond what it is given."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I never wanted what you have or could provide in the first place. You are the disease that infects this world." They said, their voice measured and calm.
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
"So you choose to ascribe malice to life." One of the skeletons reaches into its coat and pulls out a whiskey glass of cream soda with a toothpick in it. There is a sour gummy worm on said toothpick. "I don't believe life is a disease. It's bothersome to me sometimes, but the genie is out of the bottle. Trying to remove life from the universe would be as pointless as leaving it alone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"They rob even other, start wars, condemn others based on belief, they (GP) each other and force them to bear children. It all is disgusting, vile.."
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
"So you'd commit the same acts against the victims of such violence? For the sin of being born? Seems a little hypocritical to me." He stirs his drink with the worm, then gestures with it. "Life is struggle. Pain. And life lashes out against itself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Which is why it needs to be destroyed at the roots. Everyone single pest plucked off of the plant and killed." He said softly.
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
"Well, what would make you different from the life you despise so much? What gives you the right to pass judgement?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I have seen it all, been brought forth from unconsciousness to this... Rotting world." He waves a hand "I am beyond worthy to pass judgement on these evil creatures."
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
He chuckles. "You've seen... but you don't comprehend. If I dumped a box of puzzle pieces on the floor in front of you, and asked you what you saw, you would conclude that you see a mess. It's impossible to piece together the puzzle without knowing what it is, without the curiosity and interest. Tell me, if life is so disgusting, what is wrong with it hurting itself?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I see the picture, I see the world dying and I am taking out the virus. Once they all die, the world will thrive once more"
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
"The world is always dying. It always will be. You may inflict death, but I work with it. Nothing will thrive. Only people can fix the mistakes of people. Mortal issues are far too complex for nature."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
((Out Of Character: did you ever respond to me or am I just really blind?))
After a while Amrose gets up and dusts of his robes after not seeing anything of real interest and walks callously down the passages of the rotten heart, blade and soul magic handy for the event that his previous observations become unfounded. (Amrose is a custom class that I made a while ago that I've never actually gotten the chance to play as so roleplaying a bit is good enough for me. If there is combat I'm going to thoroughly explain his abilities but until then just know that I have a manifestation of my soul called an eidolon that contains my soul well that stores soul energy that I can use to cast channels which are basically my spells)
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Proud advocate of hands being rated E for everything and everyone.
*I don't remember whether I did or not...*
*Looking back through the post history, it looks like I didn't. I guess I didn't think it was something I was meant to respond to.*
He sees a dragonborn with white and green scales and gold-tipped horns. They are kneeling down and cutting up some sort of dead monstrosity, the fumes alone making Amrose feel faintly nauseous. The dragonborn wears a cloth mask and a heavy apron, but their gloves are thin and soaked-through with toxic gore. "Yummy one... you'll make a brilliant tart, Mr. Harvester..." He mutters under his breath.
*Also, cool concept!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels