Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
"Alright... Let's do it, then."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
*Like the size of earth*
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
Attophos sees a drone with a tail, in the distance
Atrophos seemingly squints, before sighing, and melting into the winds, reforming behind the drone.
The drone turns around.Up close, the drone has hair, 5 yellow half circles on the front of its head, and its tail has a cylinder with yellow liquid inside and a spike on the side
"... Who are you. You are up here, on this icy rock that appeared above us. Who are you."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
"Alright... Let's do it, then."
"I am... not sure how my powers can contribute. Perhaps I can imbue them with a spark, the ability to die and to kill?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
*gggggggah. From now on, we will be referring to powers as domains and areas where the gods influence as Godly Homes.*
*Alrighty, then!*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
"Alright... Let's do it, then."
"I am... not sure how my powers can contribute. Perhaps I can imbue them with a spark, the ability to die and to kill?"
"Oh! That would be just wonderful! And besides, of course your powers are needed. Life is simply the repurposing of energy. What is death, but reclaiming that energy? Life and death are inexplicably connected... I wrote an essay about the topic during my school days..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
*Like the size of earth*
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
Attophos sees a drone with a tail, in the distance
Atrophos seemingly squints, before sighing, and melting into the winds, reforming behind the drone.
The drone turns around.Up close, the drone has hair, 5 yellow half circles on the front of its head, and its tail has a cylinder with yellow liquid inside and a spike on the side
"... Who are you. You are up here, on this icy rock that appeared above us. Who are you."
Several feet in the sky, there's a planet with snow
*Yo Nana man this be Serial Designation D's domain*
*Wait, so just like, ten feet up, there's a big ol' planet just hovering there?*
*Maybe like 30 ft or something*
*How big is the planet...?*
*Like the size of earth*
*... Good thing that gravity doesn't canonically exist yet.*
Wandering through the snow is Atrophos, the Plague Bearer, Red eyes shining from the hollow sockets of the deer skull upon their face.
Attophos sees a drone with a tail, in the distance
Atrophos seemingly squints, before sighing, and melting into the winds, reforming behind the drone.
The drone turns around.Up close, the drone has hair, 5 yellow half circles on the front of its head, and its tail has a cylinder with yellow liquid inside and a spike on the side
"... Who are you. You are up here, on this icy rock that appeared above us. Who are you."
"Serial Designation D."
"... Alright, D. What are you doing here? What is your domain...? Your sphere of influence...?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
"Alright... Let's do it, then."
"I am... not sure how my powers can contribute. Perhaps I can imbue them with a spark, the ability to die and to kill?"
"Oh! That would be just wonderful! And besides, of course your powers are needed. Life is simply the repurposing of energy. What is death, but reclaiming that energy? Life and death are inexplicably connected... I wrote an essay about the topic during my school days..."
"School? What... where are you from?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Death… death is eternal… death is alone. Death is the only thing that will never die. The skeleton sits on a rock in the middle of the sea, chopping away at a piece of stone with a wickedly sharp knife, making the shape of a… creature. It searches the horizon. “Two. To create my minions, I need two.”
A breeze flows towards the rock, carrying the stench of decay... a tall and thin figure dressed in a red cloak, with a bleeding deer skull upon their head emerges from the rock. Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. Atrophos looks down at the skeleton.
"Two, you say? Ah... I might be able to help with that..."
The skeleton stares at Atrophos, the holes where its eyes should be empty, soulless. “Perhaps… perhaps we can make an alliance. Perhaps once the first life is created… we can make the first death. Who would you be?”
"Oh... you poor fool... Existence is much more than simply 'life' and 'death'... I am Atrophos, the Plague Bearer. I create death through life! How wonderful is that! Ah, some say that a few of my creations are not necessarily alive, but don't listen to them. They are idiots. I create diseases, virii, bacteria, plagues, cancer... All that causes despair to life! After all, in my world, it was I who indeed created the first life, only to be 'tamed' by later beings... But, now, in this world, I can start again! Who might you be?"
"I am the new death." It says simply. "What is in the middle does not matter, only the end and the beginning."
"Ah. Well. I might have to... expand your horizons, but you do seem like you might be a good partner for now..."
"As do you."
"Well! What are you working on, my new compatriot?"
"The reapers, my first minions."
"Reapers...? Interesting..."
Atrophos looks at the unfinished stone carving.
"They shall bring me... what I am owed."
"And, what is it that you are owed...?"
"Souls. The souls of the dead."
"Ah. I see. But without anything alive, there can be no souls of dead to retrieve."
"Yes, yes. That is a problem. But my powers do not allow me to create that."
"Ah, but mine do, my good... skeleton... thing... whatever you are!"
"Death, Reaper, End."
"... I like skeleton thing. It has a much better ring to it. Anyways, like I was saying, as the god of disease and plague yadda yadda yadda, I can create life! And what you need are souls of the dead, no? So, why not create your little reapers to kill a few of my little creations...? I think that would be neat! What do you say...? ... Do we have a deal...?"
"...Perhaps. Perhaps. What will you create?"
"A small species of bacteria... harmless... for now. It shall grow, and grow, and grow in numbers... for it shall move with the wind, and grow on surfaces as sterile as the rock we sit on... it will photosynthesize. And when other forms of life come along, I shall modify it, to be a more... active... hunter."
"Sounds... wonderful. I wonder if it will evolve. That would be interesting." The skeleton tries to clap, but it merely makes a tapping sound.
"Alright... Let's do it, then."
"I am... not sure how my powers can contribute. Perhaps I can imbue them with a spark, the ability to die and to kill?"
"Oh! That would be just wonderful! And besides, of course your powers are needed. Life is simply the repurposing of energy. What is death, but reclaiming that energy? Life and death are inexplicably connected... I wrote an essay about the topic during my school days..."
"School? What... where are you from?"
"Oh- That's not important. Anyways. Lets get to creating, shall we?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
"Yes. Some will. And when more life sprouts up, a few creatures may find themselves suffering from an unknown ailment... perhaps a strange tumor... or maybe a cough... Depends on my mood, I suppose. And those afflicted will eventually die... and the bacteria will spread."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
"Yes... That could work..."
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
"Yes. Some will. And when more life sprouts up, a few creatures may find themselves suffering from an unknown ailment... perhaps a strange tumor... or maybe a cough... Depends on my mood, I suppose. And those afflicted will eventually die... and the bacteria will spread."
"But for now, they are alone. Can they even think?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
"Alright... Let's do it, then."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*gggggggah. From now on, we will be referring to powers as domains and areas where the gods influence as Godly Homes.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"... Who are you. You are up here, on this icy rock that appeared above us. Who are you."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"I am... not sure how my powers can contribute. Perhaps I can imbue them with a spark, the ability to die and to kill?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*Alrighty, then!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*I may flesh out the rules a bit more, maybe gods only get a few powers for every domain.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Oh! That would be just wonderful! And besides, of course your powers are needed. Life is simply the repurposing of energy. What is death, but reclaiming that energy? Life and death are inexplicably connected... I wrote an essay about the topic during my school days..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Serial Designation D."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"... Alright, D. What are you doing here? What is your domain...? Your sphere of influence...?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"School? What... where are you from?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Oh- That's not important. Anyways. Lets get to creating, shall we?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"A planet."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*Cut*
"Well... I have this here. A shape." It holds up the carving. "It would not work for a bacteria. But perhaps if I shattered it into tiny pieces..."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Yes... That could work..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
The skeleton slams its knife against the core of the rock, shattering it. It picks up a handful of shards. "Here."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Good..."
The being pools the blood dripping from it's mask into a palm, and baths the shards in the fluid.
"... Life came from dust, and to dust it has returned... This is the cycle of life and death... And so it shall repeat..."
The being plucks out a single shard and its eyes glow a harsh blue. The shard shatters. The being repeats this process, until all the shards have been shattered into dust. No... not dust, but creatures, carried by the wind, away from the rock.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"The first life. So begins the first death. I am sure some will drown out there."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*Please read what I said before. Domains are powers, not places. Places are Godly Homes and those have not been released yet.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Yes. Some will. And when more life sprouts up, a few creatures may find themselves suffering from an unknown ailment... perhaps a strange tumor... or maybe a cough... Depends on my mood, I suppose. And those afflicted will eventually die... and the bacteria will spread."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"But for now, they are alone. Can they even think?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!