((ROLLS))
Name: Narcissus
Desire: End This
Color: Crimson
Morphology: 100% bonafide human, in a wonderfully crunchy shell of magic technology
Resonance: 2
Antiresonance: 5
Partition: 3
Antipartition: 0
Cognisance: 2
Anticognisance: 1
Energy: 75
Who traveled far and near
He met a band of here-tics
and chopped their heads right off~"Skullboy's stealing my look. Oh well."
Open the door to BREAKROOM
Name: Yaboi Lightness
Desire: breathing room
Color: Green
Morphology: Wearing an elk skull for a hat
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
No door leads to a place, and what is a Breakroom but a place? Hmm?
Yaboi strides through the door and the center of the chamber breaks in two, a grand chasm opening up in the middle of everything.
[Partition: 5 (1d4+1)]
The knight, standing in the middle of the room, is totally unphased, now hovering over the gap on tiny thrusters.
[ENERGY -3]
Cloning Machine
Ho hum...
"Offspring denied..."
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.
[Resonance: 0 (1d8-1)]
You take the door into a clone of the normal room that you were already in. Ho-hum.
Open the noisy door to my right. The one with the scrapping noises. If this place is inside me, shouldn't it be an empty hallway of doors without light? What intrusive entity has invaded my void and defaced it's perfect nothingness?
Name: Nihil
Desire: Nothingness
Color: Black
Morphology: A hallway, doors on both sides. Beige, unmarked. In the hallway stands a hole, leading to a hallway, doors on both sides. Beige, unmarked.
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.
o 't t r y ur bac on i - E
Open a door...
Well it's... a three-legged, no-armed human corpse, crawling on the floor. Its skin is totally transparent, and its internal organs appear to have come from a variety of different creatures, far too large quantities of rotten viscera crammed into its bloated abdomen. The clear skin covering its face rips open with an unpleasant sound, revealing a maw full of uneven and dull, yet pointy teeth. Unknown liquid pours from some source you can't see, quickly pooling all over the floor and crawling up your legs. The thing doesn't so much roar as cough and slowly crawls towards you at a nonetheless startling pace.
Sigh... Size!
Name: Trusty Jack!
Desire: Sovereign
Color: Silver
Morphology: Pretty Small
Resonance: 3
Antiresonance: 1
Partition: 1
Antipartition: 5
Cognisance: 0
Anticognisance: 5
Saturation: 2
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.
Size? Something you lack in at the moment~
[Resonance: 2 (1d10+1)]
Well, that's okay then, you just keep on trying to find a way to solve that.
Do porcelain dolls dream of electric sheep?
From his nap Tommy rose with a snap. "Oh, who is that?" he asked of a bat, flying away and toward the knight in armour tarred.
"Clad in tin yet so full of sin, why would you be away with this game that we play? Is it someone you serve or is it you with the nerve?
"'Tis not a nightmare, just a dream that we share; 'tis not unimportant, or if so, why do you hunt? Let us be real, I wish to appeal:
"A story need not end if fiction we ascend. I am but a doll, cut my strings and I'll fall-"
Name: Tommy
Desire: to be real
Color: lighter blueMorphology: 
Resonance: 0
Antiresonance: 0
Partition: 1
Antipartition: 4
Cognisance: 1
Anticognisance: 2
Saturation: 0
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… Narcissus doesn't even let you finish, just points his gun your way.
[Antiresonance: 5 (1d2+3)]
[Partition: 1 (1d2-1)]
Your white ceramic body does nothing to protect against the massive arcane-summoned bullet, and your fragile carapace shatters and flies apart at high speed.
[ENERGY: -12]
[1 Saturation generated] / [CRITICAL: MORPHOLOGY COMPROMISED] / [NEW MORPHOLOGY REQUIRED]
Now safe from peril, the Swarm resumes its endless hunt. It seems the next target is the skull-donning human. Pursue him.
Name: Legion
Desire: Conquest
Color: Red
Morphology: Fewer
Resonance: 2
Antiresonance: 3
Partition: 4
Antipartition: 1
Cognisance: 1
Anticognisance: 1
Saturation: 1
Energy: 5
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
[Antiresonance: 3 (1d2+1)]
[Partition: 2 (1d2+1)]
[Antiresonance: 5 (1d2+3)
[Partition: 3 (1d2+2)
The heat and vibration from the shot cause Narcissus's blade to glow a bright crimson, and with one smooth motion he removes the blade with his other hand and prepares to strike.
The swarm was already hungry however, and covers him. Their aggression shines through in a brighter pure red, and the chamber pulses with apocalyptic light and they bite into his suit, drawing out its power.
[ENERGY: -5]
Narcissus brings his blade down to the ground, discharging its energy in a blast, causing the swarm considerable damage but not dislodging them entirely. The stay bits of cloth stuck to his suit are burned off, revealing pulsing conduits.
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