(Late by a bit, but I blame the forum breaking for a while there.)
Your Boy Lightness to the domed chamber came, and pondered the way forward. A door caught his eye.
"... what even is that?"
Take the door labeled SLEESTAK.
Name: Yaboi Lightness
Desire: breathing room
Color: Green
Morphology: Sounds Human
Resonance: 0
Antiresonance: 1
Partition: 3
Antipartition: 3
Cognisance: 3
Anticognisance: 0
Saturation: 0
sometimes I feel like being wispy
but once in a while I feel like being dry
but we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround
so I hope that I get old before I die
OHHHH
it's a long, long rope they'll use to hang you soon, I hope
and I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why
and when I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
well, I hope that i get old before I die
Salts Eek
Sate Elks
Stakes El
Sat Sleek
Lightness steps through the door labeled SLEESTAK and finds himself in a very similar room, containing the same other four entities as before. There appears to be no way back.
New in this room however, is a strangely pungent pile of salt, to which ungulates are attracted and begin chewing on the red crystal.
Meanwhile God himself takes a seat on a luxurious looking chair and lays down the stakes.
"The doors lead not to new spaces, but to new things in the one space. Use them wisely or you'll attract the powerful things. Then you'll be but a stain on the wall, ho ho!
And just for fun, let's say you bring me a skull before five turns have passed or I'll smite you."
Stalk.
Name: Trusty Jack!
Desire: Sovereign
Color: Silver
Morphology: Personable Enough
Resonance: 3
Antiresonance: 1
Partition: 1
Antipartition: 5
Cognisance: 0
Anticognisance: 5
Saturation: 5
A verse about my mind?
Adverse and oh so blind.
A device to hide the knife?
Advice for a good life?
Hah!
A speech in pattern always lies;
Assertions that flatter? Never wise.
You wind your way through the door behind Yaboi. After god gives him the rundown, he notices you.
"Oh hey Jack. How about that money you owe me?"
If it's data on Your Boy you're after, well, I can't really help you there. Sure, you get a good look at em, but maybe Harry's the one should fill you in on what you see, see?
Nihil decides to not break the silence and just starts moving around the room.
Inspect the labels on these doors. Inspect the spaces between the doors, making sure there aren't any doors between the doors. Now count the doors. If there's something I could hate, it would probably be an infinite amount of things.
Name: Nihil
Desire: Nothingness
Color: Black
Morphology: A hallway, doors on both sides. Beige, unmarked, knocking? What's knocking?
Resonance: 5
Antiresonance: 5
Partition: 0
Antipartition: 0
Cognisance: 0
Anticognisance: 0
Saturation: 0
Not sure about this
I'm not much of a poet
But I can still try
About me, you say?
I'm just a normal person...
Nothing weird, I swear!
What do I look like?
Like an empty void in space,
A black silhouette.
Don't worry about that,
I'm a lack of character.
Who am I? No one.
Counting that which is as of yet unnumbered? Sounds like good excuse for our first roll! This is a sort of roll-playing game, after all!
[Cognisance: -1 (1d6-2)]
You look at the doors. You want to stop looking at the doors now. You feel like a door now. Are you infinite too, now? You're-
Well, to look right down it you're now a hole that leads to dark, and to doors. An unlit hallway, lined with the things. These ones aren't marked, and have some pretty concerning things behind them~
Driven by it's insatiable hunger, the Legion attempts to devour the surrounding tendrils.
Name: Legion
Desire: Conquest
Color: Red
Morphology: Many, with food!
Resonance: 2
Antiresonance: 3
Partition: 4
Antipartition: 1
Cognisance: 1
Anticognisance: 1
Saturation: 2
We are many, forever hunting
We must consume, so we may grow
We are one, never relenting
We must consume, to fill what is hollow
We are absolute, always watching
We must consume, and erase tomorrow
Integrate infiltrate insatiable insect incorporate involve intermingle interweave include irresistibly incapacitating invaders
"Tentacles"
Name: Numen Polypus
Desire: Multitudinousness
Color: Blue
Morphology: Uncounted bites...
Resonance: 1
Antiresonance: 3
Partition: 2
Antipartition: 1
Cognisance: 3
Anticognisance: 0
Saturation: 0
it lies 'in grandeur and in mass'
which are sometimes mistakenly called "tentacles"
but observe his inward character: he is a melancholy churchman.
Creation Combats Consumption.
[Antiresonance: 2 (1d2+1)] vs [Partition: 1 (1d2)]
[Antiresonance: 3 (1d2+1)] vs [Partition: 4 {1d2+2)]
The swarm bites at the tentacles, tearing away small pieces here and there. Polypus tries to counterattack, slapping at the tiny insects, but is unable to harm them. Defeated, the arms withdraw to a safer place while the swarm feasts on what flesh it has.
What is your name: I am but a Doll with no name, but my Mistress calls me Tommy.
What do you seek: to be completely real
What color resonates with you: a gentle blueTell us a verse of yourself: (Too tired to be original, forgive me for borrowing another's work.)
Once upon a time, in a strange old land, there lived a young girl who was lovely indeed.
Her skin was as pale as fine white china, eyes as bright as blue glass beads.
All alone in an empty forest, the poor young girl could only pretend.
And so, out of anything that she could find, she decided to make her very own friends.
Their skin was made of china; their eyes were made of glass.
Together with these new human-shaped friends, the pleasant days would pass.
She played and spoke with them faithfully, as if they were living things…
Until one day, she looked down at her hands… and found, on ten fingers, ten magic strings…
Resonance: lost, then found
Antiresonance: found, then lost
Partition: a false reality
Antipartition: a real falsehood
Cognisance: imaginary yet true
Anticognisance: true yet imaginary
Name: Tommy
Desire: to be real
Color: lighter blue
Morphology: porcelain dolly
Resonance: 0
Antiresonance: 0
Partition: 1
Antipartition: 4
Cognisance: 1
Anticognisance: 2
Saturation: -2
Once upon a time, in a strange old land, there lived a young girl who was lovely indeed.
Her skin was as pale as fine white china, eyes as bright as blue glass beads.
All alone in an empty forest, the poor young girl could only pretend.
And so, out of anything that she could find, she decided to make her very own friends.
Their skin was made of china; their eyes were made of glass.
Together with these new human-shaped friends, the pleasant days would pass.
She played and spoke with them faithfully, as if they were living things…
Until one day, she looked down at her hands… and found, on ten fingers, ten magic strings…
Oh dear, somebody has lost her doll! Will she miss it, or will she not even notice, occupied with the others? The bell does not know. But
It Resonates
A little lost dolly appears on the glass floor, desaturated. Will it prove the key to opening up a strange painted world?
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