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Its a inconscribable craving. One that you don't even know you have. But once you see it it, your body craves it so much that it aches and pushes you towards it. Wanting to speed through evenything to get it. That was my bed, my bed, I havent slept in it in near a week, once I had the opertunity I sped through everything and got it. So relaxed rnAchievement - You died, but wait you're not a doll? [You've died and your soul was not claimed. Lucky! You arent a glorified slave. You got this message so you either returned or still stuck in here. Like me. Reward - You already know these don’t give rewards, poor Jerald, another title added to the ones he must say.]I find a genuinely wholesome one of my characters I’ve been playing around during my break time. I call him Tank. Has a giant death wurm. And genuinely see’s him as his son. His favorite bestest son. This dude was in his early 20’s before being eaten by a different worm. He see’s a worm-monster as his son, no strings attached, just a father and son duo. Dad has shield and son eats peopleA fight between two planes walkers from my world building would be terrifying. But it’s best explained as two really buff babies smacking eachother hands really fast, and an adult trying to pull them apart. (In the background there is a Hunter trying not to be reality warped into whatever the fuck is happening)X scraped his finger across the board, drawing a line. Leaving a thick black mark. 'Look at this.' He raised his finger, a decent chunk was rubbed down. It dripped with a glowing liquid that turns into flickering flames. 'My fingers and most of my arm are made of fucking ash! My blood!? My blood is liquid fire, how is that a thing? Look, its already healing.'
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