Ah well, how unexpected that would come back. Study the conch closely, perhaps we can come to some agreement.
Fleshy folds blossom, pearls pulsate, mouths gibber, drool and chew at themselves,
"HELLOhEllOHUNGRYHuNgRyYOUyUoLOOKlOOkTASTYTASTYHUNGRYHUNGRYEATEATEATEATEATEATEAT!"Via a specific pulsating of pearls, the Flesh Conch of Screaming indicates approval of flight as a default trait
The Flesh Conch of Screaming keens hungrily, proposing that all material life requires some form of sustenance.
The Flesh Conch of Screaming screams at the Eye to feed it, EATEATEATHUNGRY
The Flesh Conch of Screaming urbanely votes to advance to the Age of Myth
The Flesh Conch of Screaming's constant screaming abruptly becomes melodious instead of earritating for a few precious minutes, supporting the creation of the various plants of the Harvest GodHUNGRYHUNGRYFEEDME (Use Night to twist fate if that would help?)
The Flesh Conch of Screaming spends an entire harvest season gnawing ineffectually at the Meat-a-ball before realizing, as a god, they were immaterial, and thus COULDN'T EAT ANYTHING. Their screams intensify in volume, becoming more strident as the Flesh Conch of Screaming desperately begins vomiting up divine power trying to solve their predicament.
Fragments of song and melody slowly denature into less beautiful, yet more needed forms of divine power.
The Flesh Conch of Screaming conchverts their Music Act into 2 Generic ActsThese faintest of echoes, the Flesh Conch of Screaming ate and regurgitated as 2 Incarnae. The Creature Eater, he of the Many Mouths, and the War-Form Devourer of the Bottomless Gullet.
The Flesh Conch of Screaming conchjures up the Creature Eater for 1 Generic Act and the War Form Devourer for another 1 Generic Act.
The Devourer is put into stasis, while the Eater is activated and sent to the most edible part of the world.Name: Eater
Affiliation (list all applicable gods, primary first): Eating, Flesh Conch of Screaming
Class: Creature
Traits:
+ Regenerates rapidly from damage. Capable of eating just about anything no matter how toxic or dangerous, just toughing through the damage with its regeneration.
+ Will grow larger, stronger, and more durable over time the more it eats.
- Unable to be directed. Communication of any sort will be very difficult.
Description: Resembling a large sixteen armed octopus with heads at the end of its arms, or perhaps a hydra-kraken. A strong swimmer, the Eater will move from region to region through the Endless Blue, before rapidly propelling itself from the water to catapult itself onto the floating islands, then devouring all that it can in its path before diving back into the below-sea. It has a very effective digestive system, allowing it to gain sustenance from just about it anything with even a hint of edibility, even dirt, clay or wood. As an incarnae of the Flesh Conch of Screaming, its feeding frenzies helps to somewhat sate the constant need to eat of the Flesh Conch of Screaming, but it is driven so mad by its constant hunger that it cannot follow even simple commands. Is probably resistant to some forms of cognitohazards by virtue of not being smart enough, but who knows.
Name: Devourer
Affiliation (list all applicable gods, primary first): Flesh Conch of Screaming
Class: War Form
Traits:
+ Can heal itself by eating chunks of its opponents
+ Deadly
- The Flesh Conch of Screaming is unable to contemplate, accept, acknowledge or carry out peaceful resolutions to conflict, retreat or surrender while mantling the Devourer War-Form.
Description: Veins of death-screams woven into a song-tapestry, intertwined with constantly budding and chanting mouths, their flailing tongues covering the air around it with a faint mist of saliva and constant war-chants and wordless keening death-dirges. The Devourer vaguely resembles a six-legged tiger made of mouths, all sinuous deadly grace and vaguely melodious screaming.
With a launched pearl crashing into it like a billaird, the Eater is sent hurtling towards the most edible looking part of the world, the Devourer curling into a stasis ball, which the Flesh Conch of Screaming screametes away somewhere.
But even with the Eater sent on a sacred mission of feeding, it was far from enough. The divine conch-body writhed, as it rebelled against itself, hunger unfed turning anarchic and rebellious. Sickening squelches, horrid gnashing and the splurting of blood resounded for a time, before the Flesh Conch of Screaming emerged from a haze of gore, surrounded by a swarm of angry mouths that had ripped themselves from its flesh, angrily biting away at what remained of the fleshy conch. Desperate, betrayed by its own hunger, the Flesh Conch of Screaming created a sanctum and retreated into it, where the angry angel-mouths could not follow, left with only the nearby Meat-A-Ball to feast upon.
Envoy-Maw angels are dropped in a pleasing spaghetti around Meat-A-Ball for one Flesh Act
Create the Starved Feast Home Plane
Use 1 Night to Sneak into the Starved Feast Home which is placed at an undisclosed locationName: Envoy-Maws
Affiliation (list all applicable gods, primary first): Gorging
Class: Angels
Traits:
+ Proxy Feeding: The mouths of the Envoy-Maws lead into a portal that teleports all they consume into the stomach of the Flesh Conch of Screaming, feeding it. This makes them immune to the negative effects of most things they eat, and means they will never be full, thus never halting consumption. Notably the Flesh Conch of Screaming is not particularly protected from side-effects of all this dubious food teleported into themselves.
+ Pack Hunters: Though forsaking all masters, the Envoy-Maws work perfectly among themselves, tending to move together in one large mass, almost like a devouring super-organism. Every Envoy-Maw experiencing what every other Envoy-Maw eats, reveling in the tastes and sensations of endless feasting and stripping the flesh from meaty sky-comets or megafauna like angelic piranhas.
- Traitorous: The Envoy-Maws refuse to be subordinate to anyone except their own endless hunger, though they may pretend for a while if it suits their purposes.
Description: Giant gaping disembodied mouths filled with sharp and deadly teeth, and tongues capable of beautiful song when they are not busy eating. Somehow, they perceive the world and fly around, searching for things to devour. They are completely unable to enter the Starved Feast plane specifically, not that the Flesh Conch of Screaming is scared or anything.
Name: The endless blue
Neighbors: Everything, (vertical [below] adjacency)
Traits:
+ Massive; This region takes up a significantly larger area, and in turn contains more 'provinces' worth space
+ Massive; This region takes up a significantly larger area, and in turn contains more 'provinces' worth space
- insubstantial; This region near totally lacks solid land, resulting in anything sinking in it almost always falling out the other side- and providing practically nowhere to build permanent structures on
Description: a truly massive Free-floating "ocean" sitting 'below' most of the islands making up the rest of the world, home to a number of generic fish.
Melodic Ecosystem: A complete musical ecosystem, all the way from the basis of humming algae and plankton, violonisto kelp clusters drifting through the water with no ground to anchor them, serving as a home to bardx fish and song-crabs, to bass bass, soprano angelfish, metal barracuda, death metal shark frenzies, opera whales, choral dolphins, symphonic salmon swimming up kilometres long waterfalls to to spawn in the floating island regions.
Author
Topic: Panopticotheon IC: Turn 8 [10/10] (Read 23758 times)