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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (In Memory of My Friend Queen)

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𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

@Queen of Aces
Alright, got a proper sheet this time. It should be noted that I'm going for more of a force rather than a true being. Perhaps one spawned by the pure evil of hell or some other supernatural phenomenon. If this doesn't work though, just let me know what I should change.

𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

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𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

<Snipped quote by ZAVAZggg>

My step mom's father had Parkinsons, Alzheimer's and Dementia. It was the sadest thing to see at times, the man had a period of lucidity before his passing where he told my stepmother he was ready to go and finally see his wife again. He died a day after my birthday, I still think of him sometimes.

@Dark Cloud

You have my condolences, for what those may be worth at this point, and my promise to handle this concept I'm going with as accurately and delicately as possible.

𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

@ZAVAZggg Shit I was thinking schizophrenia, a friend of mine has it. Shitty thing to have.

@Dark Cloud

Indeed, and more horrifying the longer you think about it. Dementia/Alzheimer's that is. Imagine just not even being able to reflect on your life, in severe cases, or maybe you just don't know where you are at all times during the day and have to be sedated so you don't panic yourself to death.

𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

@ZAVAZggg Yay, insanity demon.

@Dark Cloud

Dementia isn't insanity, it's memory loss, putting it very simply.

medicalnewstoday.com/articles/142214#….

𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

@ZAVAZggg

Hehe we have a habit of pulling people in to join us! Welcome aboard! When you're ready you can submit your CS over PM or on here and either myself or Dark Cloud will approve it!

@Queen of Aces

I'll try to get it in tonight if possible, though it is 2 AM so it might come sometime tomorrow.

𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

Sighs

Well, fuck. Tentative interest. Was just going to peek and pass on by, but then I thought of the Caretaker Everywhere at The End of Time album and said, "Well what if I make a demon who is literally dementia incarnate so I can show the actual horror of that neurodegenerative disease?" and here I am.

The Black Prophecy (Dead now; requiescat in pace!)

~Ernald Joyce~

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_{Early Spring, 315 P.F.
Paterdomus}

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Ernald paced to an fro about the cramped little room, quill and woodblock in hand, upon which was hooked a small sheaf of coarse parchment. Pausing, he scribbled down a handful of details. Descriptions, notes on the local fauna and customs, and finally a paragraph on his time in the Maw. It was within this paragraph that he wove the brunt of Tarr'kash's work, making sure it was subtle enough not to be easily found by those who wished to destroy it, but blatant enough to hook the unaware man. A few additions later and he found himself at a natural stopping point, which left the conclusion and foreword as the last things that needed to be written. Setting the block and quill on the small table to his right, Ernald leaned forward to stare out the window and into the sunlit world beyond, the slightest of breezes gently caressing the sides of his face. Exhaling, he turned away, shifting his attention over to the closet at the back of his room in the process. Striding towards it, he pulled the worn and splintered doors wide open, before bending down to retrieve the limp yet surprisingly pristine corpse of a rat he'd stuffed in there a day or so prior.

Dragging it out into the center of the room, he swiftly checked that the door was locked, as it wouldn't do for someone to just waltz in while he was in the middle of a very heretical ritual. Seeing that it was and that he would not be disturbed, Joyce returned to the rat, knife pulled from his pocket firmly in hand. The scholar dropped to his knees, ancient words spilling from his lips even as they rose to the forefront of his mind, placing the tip of the blade against the top of the rodents ribcage as he did so. Applying a bit of pressure, he slowly began to cut, the flesh parting with a quiet *pop!* and *scrrrtch!* when the blade moved from bone to stomach to intestine, before halting as it met bone once again. With the rat's insides freed, Ernald set the knife aside. Cracking his knuckles he pressed his hands into the cold and slimy space, carefully taking out the organs and arraying them in a crude circle around the corpse itself. Taking his knife up once more, he began to carve, began to cut. Bloody work it was, but also delicate, for the wards had to be perfect else the magic sputter and fail. It took him the better part of an hour, but at last it was done. Leaving the organs sprawled out as they were, Ernald let another accursed litany tumble from his lips, which caused the runes to glow and the room to tremble.

Following this, there was nothing but silence.

Everything was still.

Nothing moved.

Not even the slightest mote or speck of dust...

Then the rat twitched.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@ZAVAZggg Okay, but what if Sau payed him a very large sum of money not to...

@rezay

That money is just going to look like stomach lining to him, so...