"This is just fucking swell", Gaia thought to herself. "No living, thinking being could ever hope to live through all that ass rape and torture and being treated like an object one can continously use for one's own gain and pleasure and not go nuts". And yet here she was, still sane and loving and generous... or was she? Frankly, recently she became more and more dissatisfied with her doormat personality. Strange thoughts circled in her mind, thoughts of dismemberment, bloody sacrifices, devouring without the need of feeding, mass killing and then bringing her victims back to life, now infused with her will, more obedient and loving and beautiful...
She has long pondered her dreams and how they could be an answer to her current predicament, and she couldn't find a definite way of projecting her power outward, into the world of now-hateful sentient life. Finally...
Kwame was a dark pelted minotaur from the savannah, he grew his own crops and was generally self-sustainable, until one day Ulm engineers arrived. They handed him an expulsion order, and proceeded to destroy his farm to make room for a new bypass they were building. Kwame wandered around aimlessly for a year, unable to find a job and eventually losing his will to live. At some point, he decided to end it all and charged head on into a granite cliff face. After half a dozen attempts, and three defeated cliffs, his skull finally gave in and he fell motionless onto the moss.
He didn't lay there for long, though. Living Roots sprang from the depths of Earth and consumed his flesh, took his bones and assimilated his hatred towards all industrialization.
Wheeler, a white centaur, fought all his life against lumberjacks from
CanadaC'tis. At some point, he became such a pain in their collective arses, that they decided to cut their staff loses and burn the whole forest, hopefully frying poor Wheeler in the process. And they succeeded, no two words about it. Only they never really could verify their victory, because Wheeler's scorched carcass had been consumed by Quick Vines emerging from the scarred ground.
The dryad Linka lived near the snowy mountains of Caelum people. She liked to visit their outlying settlements from time to time, for some aerial fun with the winged village boys. One day she fancied seeing what a "city" actually is. Five months later, she died from drugs overdose, an addict's death. By then, she didn't care about staying alive anymore though – for too long she had been a prostitute at the army-serving brothel. Her sinews had been severed, so she crawled onto the backyard lawn, where she curled in foetal position hugging the long despaired greenery of grass. There was some uproar at the brothel the next day, as no body could be found anywhere.
Gi was a menead frolicking with the Pani of eastern forests. She liked to stay on top, hunt her prey barehanded and rip it to pieces, as well as swim in the ocean, just a few minutes of jog from her lover's groove. She would have lived this life for as long as her body would allow her, if she didn't stumble upon a skirmish between R'lyeh and Atlantis. First, what was still left of her mind was blown to pieces, then she got trampled by a giant turtle, finally, in the state of unconsciousness, she drifted into a beached pool of sewage from one of the fighting nation's factories. There she got burned and her flesh melted, and her hair grew, and her bones got soft. Finally she died. Her deformed corpse like a pool of molten sludge, somehow still moving, growling, bubbling and hissing at the edge of the forest. Soon enough, the Vines emerged to take her back into the darkness.
Ma-Ti, the satyr, died of heart attack after listening to
Eriu'sTien 'Chi's alternative-bard singing a "ballad". Once again the pitfalls of civilization consumed an innocent soul. And then the Vines, of course, took the body.
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Earth! Fire! Wind! Water! Heart!
By your powers combined, I am
Captain Planet!!Protect the environment, or I'll fucking kill you!
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