[@dragonmancer] Damien reached his little wooden home. He plopped down on the dirty mattress, sitting on a rusty metal bedframe, and chuckled quietly to himself. He glanced at the dolls and toys lined up on his shelf. Some had guns, but most had little knives embedded in it's chest. He grabbed a small wooden snake and sent it out. It would make an observation and then verbally report back to Damien. He could make these toys do whatever he wanted. He could probably make them intelligent on their own. But they would probably rebel.