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The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@ZAVAZgggYou mean a skull-headed psychopath with a short fuse? Hehe

@rezay

If you define psychopathy as being trapped in a mental hell twenty-four seven, then yes, I'd think so.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

ANYM is what he is.

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

<Snipped quote by Chris488>

I feel like Seiji and Adam should somehow bond over the fact that both of them had the immediate reaction to try and stab/shoot an eldritch monstrosity beyond their comprehension. Although that method has a surprisingly successful track record given what I know of actual Lovecraftian lore.

@Zeroth

Sadly that won't work in this case.

Namely because it's not eldritch, it's dementia incarnate. So to speak.

World of Light

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Level: 3 (8/30)
Word Count: 443
Location: Edge of The Blue - Creature Beach
EXP: +1

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Sephiroth brushed the sand from her garments, and a few of her wounds, as she shakily rose to her feet. Lips smacking, she tried to search for something to drink that wasn't seawater, to little success. What sources she did find were either too dirty or too salty, and even if they hadn't been, there was something deep inside that told her they wouldn't be enough to quench her thirst anyway. Growing more agitated as time went on, the former SOLDIER began to pace back and forth along the beach. Although in all honesty her gait was more like a drunken hobble thanks to the piece of rigging that had been torn off the night before. Well that and her thirst, which had intensified somehow. Whereas before she felt extremely parched, now she felt as though someone were shoving a sandpaper covered cylinder down her throat. Desperate to find some means of alleviating her thirst, she suddenly remembered the items she'd retrieved the night before. One of which just so happened to be a vial of blood.

Pulling it free from the pocket in which it had been sequestered, Sephiroth held it up to the sun, watching as the light set the crimson ichor aglow. Then, operating under what she could only describe as a feeling of pure impulse, she wrenched the cork free and began to drink until the container was empty. A wave of refreshment and energy surged through her body, the loopy daze she had been in only seconds ago fleeing like ice before a flame. Invigorated, she decided to hold on to the empty vial for now and even went so far as to pick up the cork in order to seal it again. Her reasoning for this being that, eventually, she would run across something it could hold. Thirst taken care of, Sephiroth proceeded to turn her attention towards her surroundings. Taking note of the fact she was on some kind of beach, she decided to head to higher ground, keen on figuring out what landmarks were around so she didn't end up getting lost down the road. As she went however, Sephiroth couldn't help but wonder why she'd been afflicted with such a thirst, nor why blood had seemed to cure it though her mind was already working on possible solutions. The most convincing of these was that it had something to do with her encounter on the estate, as she could still recall the sickly warmth that flooded through her after the courtesan pierced her chest.

In the end, however, she still had no idea what those creatures had done.

Nor what she herself had become.

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

I'll be refraining from posting for a bit, since there's not much else for me to do with Ogdranich at the moment except having it stand somewhere creepily.

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

I wonder how Ogdranich's roommates will get along with it?

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

Finished the important stuff I had to do. Enjoy your new roomate.

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

@Zeroth

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1st Floor - Entrance Lobby

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Bones blow as ashes creak, for the wise are unable to find the knowledge they so desperately seek.

Ogdranich turned ever so slightly in order to gaze at the being that had addressed it, its expression utterly unreadable thanks to the obscuring presence of the sheet, a movement that resulted in the most hideous of sounds. One that even demonic ears would not be happy to hear.

The floors are made of eyes, aye, eyes upon eyes upon eyes upon eyes...

Having stared for an unnervingly long amount of time, Ogdranich slowly turned its attention to the stairs leading up to the second floor before promptly plodding off towards them, hand-feet slapping and pattering disgustingly. Each movement letting out a quiet burst and crackle of radio static.

EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL. EMPTY AND NULL.

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

So it's going to be a while before I make another post. Got to finish up the networking part of my IT course, and make sure my financial aid is squared away.

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

Sleep. Hah, imagine getting to that before 6 AM. Also, finished one of those solo projects.