Turn 15: Wrong NeighborhoodUpon receiving this hat and examining the thing's face, Rassura looses a comically huge gasp, and, quite clearly excited, starts speaking in her still-monotone manner. "This is the most amazing hat that has, or will, ever exist. Nobody touch it!"
See about strapping some of those mammoth bones to the space sharks to make them adorable just by looking absolutely ridiculous.
"Sorry, friends, I have an idea I want to try. You'll have to do without me for a bit."
[5] You apply giant bones to the space sharks with utterly comical effects. Not only do they look like they have ridiculous hats, but every one's is different!
((Lots of 2s 5s and a few 4s.))
Hollow out various pockets in the world, and fill them with magnetite and/or silver ore.
[5] You scatter pockets of magnetite, silver ore, and blends of the two throughout the layercake planet.
Very well! Time to make this place properly presentable! Create a variety (as variable as possible, including screaming fishgirls if necessary) of aquatic life in one of the watery layers of this planet! Have it subsist off two things - heat from the copper layers and certain gases within the deathmist, thus necessitating occasional trips into it to obtain nutrients for continued existence.
[6] You create a truly resplendent variety of marine life, each different in its own way. Oh, except all of them have cute feminine humanoid faces and like to sing.
Makes it a bit awkward when they brutally eat each other! They eat heat and deathmist nutrients. ((
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Firak, growing bored of the sky squiddles, notices Odura and glomps her. Haaai! I'm Firak! What's your name? Wanna play?
[6] Odura snorts with lust. She enthusiastically agrees to "play."
((Yay, Kamina shades. I can't wait until I get to tell somebody to believe in the me who believes in them.))
Wear shades. Go talk to Gassians.
"Do not fear, my children. Firak will not hurt you. You will prosper as long as I live. Do not believe in yourselves, believe in the me that believes in you. Yours are the tentacles that will pierce the heavens."
((Wait, that sounds like it could be misinterpreted as some sort of innuendo. Oh well, not changing it.))
[2] You assure your children that you're awesome and kind of like them so they needn't worry about mindrending space horrors. They shy away from the shade-wearing mindrending space horror, having gained some new legends about the inhabitants of the places outside their home in general.
Mort looks at the sundial.
"My my, look at the time."
Go over to the ship and observe the slimes. Look for signs of sentience and civilization
[2] You watch one bounce around a field for half an hour.
Clearly mindless at best.
[1-1] The crab cackles about its time being at hand, and promptly seals itself inside the Order Aspect's tophat.
[2] Odura attempts to play with Firak, but doesn't manage much besides cuddling.
[4] "Really? No one?
Nothing?" the Golden Emperor laments overdramatically. "Very well! Fashion
something to pass the time, and I shall bequeath a tree to bear fruit for the victors!"
Roiling ball of fire streaked with shifting bands of superheated wind and condensed water vapor.
Spherical shell of dense gas surrounding a thin soup of much thinner gasses.
Large patch of wind around the airball and fireball.
Ostrioth. Massive solid rock planet. Soulsucking void for a core, which has adverse effects on life depending on distance. Writhing, grasping atmosphere of life-eroding vapors fueled by numerous massive volcanoes. Soulsucking properties and atmosphere both trapped beneath a layer of insulating water. Jagged gas-shrouded volcanic islands jut from the sea, radiating heat and atmosphere.
Rare giant black stick insect like things. They're attracted to souls, and try to harvest them with two short feeler-like things as they pass into the planet's surface. Erratic cracks in their carapace glow red with heat when they're successful at devouring some soulstuff. Were more common before most of them were smashed asunder.
Wind of Change, universe-spanning winds that nurture and evolve whatever they touch.
Echoing polar bear roar of order.
Purple. Violet "gas" giant, chalk core. "Atmosphere" is a mixture of water, ice, and more traditional gasses and particles. A little turbulent.
Asexually reproducing neverborn microbes. They feed off dirt and air.
Very dense world of compacted volcanic rock, filigreed with lines from the joining and compression of various areas. Has a boiling atmosphere and an incandescent but stable iron core.
Huge gas giant with a dense gas core and a turbulent lighter atmosphere. A single storm of mammoth proportions slowly migrates across its surface.
Gassians. Bulbous gas-filled tentacle-things. Tentacles composed of smaller filaments, with multiple bundles working together to form larger tentacles. Maliciously intelligent, and in possession of rather large beaks. Possess legends of Firak, eldritch horror beyond sanity's reach. Possess legends of similar, though not necessarily as malignant, entities in general inhabiting the reaches beyond their home.
Dusty beige moon.
"Planet" easily the size of a small gas giant. Where a planet might be composed of rock or gas, this thing possesses stacked layers of heat-radiating copper, water, and life-sapping mist, all spinning with the planet's rotation at speeds according to their depth. With each layer missing sections, this makes for a complex but predictable pattern of exposure and concealment for each section in relation to the other sections. The copper is riven with corroded cracks. Cracks of chaos magic are present in all layers, opening and sealing unpredictably and warping things inside them. Deathmists are pushed around and somewhat diluted by constant winds, but occasionally erupt into world-wracking storms. Pockets of magnetite, silver, and blends of the two scattered throughout.
Asexually reproducing neverborn microbes. Endemic to water layers. They feed off dirt and air. Somewhat sparse.
Horrifying stretchy wraiths that hunger for life force. Endemic to deathmist layers. They have a jagged appearance, and their mouths stretch as wide as they wish when screaming at their food. Cannot survive outside the deathmist.
Massive variety of aquatic life, all possessing cute feminine humanoid faces and a propensity to sing. Inhabit one water layer, feed on heat and deathmist gasses.
Pretty translucent photosynthetic space eels, space carp, and space sharks with multicolored glowing organs. The carp eat and are worse at photosynthesis than the eels. The sharks sport lopsided, comical bony protrusions that tend to look like cute hats. Said sharks eat and are worse at photosynthesis than the carp or eels. The eels are playful and curious, and make cute songlike chirping noises. Eels are fond of Vanhurk. Avoid Purple.
Handful of living space fires that hunt and burn living things to death in order to release their souls. Very pretty and majestic.
Ship. Its top surface is a circle that rapidly tapers to a long, thin point beneath, giving it the appearance of a top or horn. This circle is dominated by a large island surrounded by a fairly narrow band of sea, upon which sapient balls of slime cavort in an idyllic series of meadows sprinkled with forests.
Sarcar. Ominous planet of mammoth bones, rife with caverns and dens.
In, please, and with the same character as zakkies.
I'm gonna have to do a full process here, even for taking an existing character. Order appears to be a difficult concept to play.
Signups are now open for a new Archdemon. I mean Aspect. Why, what'd I say?
Archdemons function similarly to Aspects, save for two key differences. One, Demonic spheres are freeform; that is, not limited to the Eight.
Secondly, Archdemons are greedy, materialistic creatures. If left too long without minions to serve them, gifts to feast upon, lands to lord over, and so on and so forth, they tend to find their power waning. Conversely, sufficiently well-supplied Archdemons can find their powers surging beyond that of Aspects. Of course, everything is relative, so Archdemons also tend to have to keep moving to avoid being crippled by stagnation.
See the updated signup sheet in the OP for details.
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