[table][row][/row][row][cell][h3][b]THE[color=2e2c2c].[/color]PRODUCT[/b][/h3][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6vcMr9h.png[/img][hr][sub]| The Addictive Confection |[/sub]

[i]"One taste is all it takes."[/i]

[hr][sup][b]ORIGINS & CREATIONS:[/b] 
| A concoction born from  Heinrich Thòrmer's twisted ingenuity, The Product is crafted using volatile Lux-infused compounds, cursed extracts, and fragments of Apparitions. Its creation reflects humanity’s darkest desires: power, salvation, and escape twisted into candy form. |

[b]TYPE:[/b] 
| Magical Candy. |

[b]LOCATION:[/b] 
| Distributed through underground markets and criminal networks from Dollhouse's El Mañana facility. St. Portwell has seen a surge of activity tied to The Product. |

[b]NOTABLE OWNERS:[/b] 
| N/A. |

[b]ABSTRACTION-GRANTING:[/b] 
| No. |
[color=2e2c2c].............................................................................[/color][/sup][/center][/cell][cell]The Product is Dollhouse’s flagship creation: a series of deceptively innocent peppermint-like candies that promise miraculous power. Infused with Lux, corrupted Apparition fragments, and alchemical compounds, each candy whispers, pulses, and radiates an unnatural allure. In the underworld of St. Portwell, they are known as "candy for the damned" - a sweet doorway to power at the cost of everything else. 

[indent][hider=Variations of the Product][b]Red:[/b] Amplifies magic. Users experience explosive magical output, burning brighter than they ever believed possible. However, blood vessels rupture, muscles tear, and their bodies begin to "crack" as if their magic is bursting out. Long-term users become brittle and frail, bones shattering from even minor exertion.

[b]Glass:[/b] Accelerates healing. Wounds close instantly, broken bones fuse, and lost limbs regrow. However, the healing is imperfect - skin seals unevenly, bones twist unnaturally, and tumors of hardened scar tissue form over time. Users eventually resemble fleshy mannequins, their bodies warped and grotesque.

[b]Blue:[/b] Grants vision beyond comprehension. Users gain profound insight: they see truths, future events, and the workings of magic itself. The cost is steep as the brain begins to splinter. Users suffer auditory hallucinations, paranoia, and eventual insanity as their minds fail to process the flood of knowledge.

[b]Gold:[/b] Unleashes superhuman strength. Users become unstoppable forces, tearing through walls and enemies alike. However, their muscles swell grotesquely, tendons snap under pressure, and bones crack from the force of their movements. Long-term use leaves them crippled, their bodies bloated and ruined.

[b]Bite:[/b] The user’s body mutates - teeth elongate into rows of jagged fangs, bones shift, and claws sprout where fingers once were. For a brief time, they become living weapons, capable of tearing through flesh and steel with primal savagery. The transformation is agonizing, and afterward, the body remains marred by fractures, broken teeth, and torn muscles. Prolonged use turns addicts into grotesque, feral creatures that Dollhouse calls “Gnashers.”

[b]Bliss:[/b] The user’s nervous system explodes with euphoric sensations, described as the most intense orgasm imaginable, leaving their mind swimming in pleasure. Pain ceases to exist for a few precious minutes, and the world becomes an intoxicating haze. The downside: the body convulses from overstimulation, muscles lock, and users often collapse into spasms. Chronic use burns out nerve endings, leaving addicts numb and unresponsive.

[b]Beast:[/b] The user’s muscles bulge with unnatural power, veins blackening as their body shifts: their skin thickens, eyes glow feral, and horns or tusk-like appendages might sprout. Their strength becomes overwhelming, allowing them to smash through walls, flip vehicles, or tear apart opponents. However, the strain causes bones to splinter and joints to dislocate. Long-term users become hulking, misshapen brutes—nicknamed “The Hulks.”

[b]Bloom:[/b] Their physical form becomes impossibly beautiful—skin flawless, eyes luminous, and their voice a siren’s call. Those who gaze upon them are attracted and driven to obsession or madness. However, when the effect ends, the user’s body begins to decay—skin sags, hair falls out, and muscles atrophy. Long-term users turn into skeletal husks, their beauty gone forever. 

[b]Drift:[/b] The user enters a surreal state where the world becomes beautiful, soft, and shimmering. Pain, fear, and despair vanish as their mind floats from the body; for creatives or the hopeless, Drift feels like salvation. However, users quickly lose touch with reality, unable to distinguish hallucinations from life. Long-term addicts slip into catatonia, staring blankly as their bodies wither. 
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The candies are impossibly addictive. The first taste overwhelms the senses with a euphoric rush—flavors are indescribably sweet yet tinged with a metallic, unnatural aftertaste. Withdrawal is hellish: sweating, hallucinations, and craving so potent it drives users into madness. Over time, addicts of The Product (referred to as "Dolls" on the streets) begin to degrade into something inhuman. Their bodies twist, their skin warps, and they lose all semblance of their former selves. To Dollhouse, these Dolls are tools—either harvested for their corrupted bodies to fuel further rituals or transformed into Abscised enforcers for their growing army.

In St. Portwell, The Product has gained a reputation as both salvation and damnation. Criminal factions wage wars over shipments, desperate Adepts whisper prayers over each bite, and hopeless souls consume their way into oblivion. Dollhouse, meanwhile, watches from the shadows, smiling as the city falls deeper into its web.[/cell][/row][/table]