@LaueIt made sense to me too, don't doubt yourself :)

@bobert778Take as much time as you need. Also prepare yourself for things.

I'm probably doubting myself because my literature classes were hell to me.

"What does this tree symbolize?" "It's just a goddamn tree what is wrong with you?!" - My lit classes in a nutshell. Needless to say, my grades weren't very good in that particular discipline.

I suppose it could be my turn again (unless DJAtomika or OneEyedChurro wishes to post)?

Oh no, feel free. I'm gonna try and get a post up tomorrow afternoon.

Finally. Sorry that took so long to get to but it's finished now :P. Hope my ramblings make sense but I was trying to think through Pick's mind and honestly he's pretty messed up right now. He's not taking the whole 'you died' thing very well.

Will make a post soon-ish. I'm too busy in the morning but the afternoon should be free game for me.

Sorry I've been dry for so long. Ain't got no ideas coming forth.

I'm thinking this is Riley's first time...so I want to use him to display the process of losing self, rather than regaining self. Truly I'm a genius with a deformed peanus.

@DJAtomikaHey, not a problem, we can wait for our fix of the Jester ;) I was planning to give you more to work with this round but I figured what I had planned wouldn't fit too well with the last post. It's just a matter of setting up properly for a push in your direction.

@goodmorrowtouYou are indeed. I hope you and Pick get along.

I'm just saying... co-operation is key for things to come.

Soon.

Hoi, Ash. When do you wanna start twerking on a new post?

@SirBeowulf @Ashgan If you guys need, PM me a link to your collaboration and i'll contribute some things to set you on your path.

It is possible, if one searches with enough vigour, that certain obscure and somewhat macabre objects may be found in strange corners of the Land Betwixt. Piles of flesh and blood, from a source unknown, gathered by sinister and elusive Empty men who use such collections for even more sinister purposes. The mechanism by which they conjure forth the so-called 'Blood Golems' is entirely unknown besides to those who are already privy to the knowledge. What is known, however, is the ferocity of their product. Massive and utterly repulsive, the Blood Golems drip with glistening ichor and their bodies are as though they are composed entirely of deep, fresh, strenuous wounds. Sometimes crowns of bone frame their demonic heads, but it depends on the foul Empty who created such a beast. Their roars are the definition of bloodcurdling, and to cross one is nearly certain death; the rebellious individual who does not respect their strength will oftentimes find themselves torn to pieces, and awaken once more far from where they dared cross such an animate monster.

...Perfect's going to want a few of those.

@NewSun....I think I might need that prompt. No ideas still. DX

@DJAtomikaNo problem, PM'd you your prompt.
@Dark Jack I recommend trying to enslave one. I promise it won't bite.

Aww, they're so cute. Can we pet them?

NewSun promises co-operation will soon be important. Revels horrifying nightmare creature. No connection at all.

...Why do I have the feeling Perfect may end up vastly accelerating a certain process? Have had for a while, in fact. (Not negative comment.)

Only during the days of the Winter Star, after the Light has Turned to that of the grey stone, will the darkness be further accentuated by the ominous and terrifying beating of wings. The Corpse Roaches will come forth on the darkest of days, and in great number. Ravenous they are, and will stop at nothing to feed upon rotting flesh, killed at their own hands. With six pairs of razor sharp talons and wings constructed of unusual, mucus-lined membranes, topped with a head that seems to resemble that of some malformed human, these beasts truly are creatures to be afraid of. It is said that these are perhaps the once-human victims of some even more malicious force in the Land Betwixt, but some say that they are as old as the land itself, just a demonstration of the venom of the land; that such corrupted beasts could be the indigenous fauna of the poison world.

Why this beast has so many spindly, winding arms and hands is a mystery. Perhaps each one that seems to wave independently from it's grotesque, malformed mass is infact just another that it has removed from its many victims, attaching it to itself out of sheer, repulsive pleasure. Perhaps this creature maintains its sanity by dismembering the wanderers of the Land Betwixt and making them a part of itself so that it, in turn, may better accommodate more hapless lost souls. We can only speculate. However we do know that this beast moves silently through dead forests and across empty plains, stalking prey for miles upon miles before reaching its innumerable hands around them for an embrace... What comes after we dare not think.

Three groups.

Three new monsters.

Zero connections.

None whatsoever.