Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
Cancer
I don't think you get cancer from anything ranging from being a normal flawed person to a mass murderer, and the more moral rules you break the more cancer you have. I also am pretty sure cancer is made from the cells of a species that failed. And pretty sure not all cancer is in a heart. And cancer isn't like something you are bound with.
Not really? Cancer are cells of an animal in which the DNA gets changed through cell replication, causing a mutation. Not all mutations cause cancerous cells, and usually cells self destruct if they are mutated, or the immune system kills them off. But, if the cancerous cells avoid these things, then the cell will rapidly replicate, causing damage to the rest of the body. Cancer isn't failed cells, they are cells that are too successful at one of their purposes, and they are very bad. And, in a way, we are kinda bound to cancer. Because if one cancerous cell stays, it will spread. I am not a cancerologist or whatever, just a gal who spends too much time on the internet and Wikipedia and learns stuff, so this may not be 100% true, but that's my ten cents.
I think that’s a pretty good definition for it. (I also watch way too many documentaries and spend too much time on Wikipedia).
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
... So male pattern baldness makes you immune to rot?
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
... So male pattern baldness makes you immune to rot?
Love that takeaway lol
thank 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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Your soul is but a petri dish for a rot. People say you feel in the heart; that is, of course, not true. But on some level, it is; you see, your soul is stored in your heart, to a level. Loss of heart keeps your soul trapped in your ribcage, but that is not the point. When your blood pumps, flowing across your body, your soul moves with it. But the issue isn't the soul, no, you need that, It's what it holds; this unearthly flesh, a fungus made of pure animal, is called rot. It grows. It stretches. And for every rule of the world you break, or every personal rule you break, the rot grows, stretches more. For every soul you take, the rot sprouts bulbs. For every bit of pleasure you derive, right as you make another suffer the bulbs burst, spores flooding your body. People say you can remove this rot. Oh, I wish it could be. It's not. You can never lose it, though. You can cut it, scrape it, you can try to kill it. But its stubborn, and just like hair; cutting it cant break the roots. And for every sin to great, the roots spread more. By the time people are elders, you can typically see a red on their right side; between the ribs a red glow, the collarbone with red behind it, at the armpit, a deep red. It kills you if you let it grow too much. People have claimed that some of the richest have found cures for it. Could be why they aren't dead. Are they true? How would I know. I can only hope they are, and we all get 'em.
... So male pattern baldness makes you immune to rot?
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
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I think that’s a pretty good definition for it. (I also watch way too many documentaries and spend too much time on Wikipedia).
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...Think of like, Rome or Athens. It doesn’t have to be modern, because it wasn’t designed to be.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...Love that takeaway lol
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...thank 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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Possibly the best thing you could have said there
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...