CROWN CHOICE - Green
{ FIRST CHOICE - CREATION}
It didnt really make a sound. Not one in the air. Bt as he pulled out the yellow core, there was a tremendous ripping feeling that was louder than a scream and softer than a wind breeze.
Above him the colors continued to pulsate and give new life and meaning. Before tearing out his heart, he had chosen: Creation.
It hurt at first, but began to fade. As Tiekash ceased to be, his mind replayed the promise he had made:
I will become a god of anguish. A god to end all anguish. No one will be hurt. Not ever, ever again.
It didnt really make a sound. Not one in the air. Bt as he pulled out the yellow core, there was a tremendous ripping feeling that was louder than a scream and softer than a wind breeze.
Above him the colors continued to pulsate and give new life and meaning. Before tearing out his heart, he had chosen: Creation.
It hurt at first, but began to fade. As Tiekash ceased to be, his mind replayed the promise he had made:
I will become a god of anguish. A god to end all anguish. No one will be hurt. Not ever, ever again.
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE CHOSEN}
*** was really nervous. Much more than he ever thought he would be. It was silly to get so nervous over nothing. Just the first day of school. His clothing was neat and his room was well, it was as neat as it was going to get.
For a brief moment he stared at himself in the mirror. The memory fuzzes here, warps like water on a photograph, the colors bleed and merge into smudges.
He had friends in school. It would be fun.
*** was really nervous. Much more than he ever thought he would be. It was silly to get so nervous over nothing. Just the first day of school. His clothing was neat and his room was well, it was as neat as it was going to get.
For a brief moment he stared at himself in the mirror. The memory fuzzes here, warps like water on a photograph, the colors bleed and merge into smudges.
He had friends in school. It would be fun.
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE GREAT }
"*** Come on! Don't be a jerk," There was laughter behind him. He was in an odd form, running or more like bending in the air like a fish bends in water. His long, tube shape twist and twirled. In his mouth was a brown paper bag.
"No way! Can't catch me~" It was nice to have friends.
"*** Come on! Don't be a jerk," There was laughter behind him. He was in an odd form, running or more like bending in the air like a fish bends in water. His long, tube shape twist and twirled. In his mouth was a brown paper bag.
"No way! Can't catch me~" It was nice to have friends.
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE STRONG }
No one would hurt her. He stood guard, his fangs barred. Behind him laid a girl, someone he knew well and cared for. From her forehead there streamed blood. She was hurt so badly. A new being was before them, menacing looking. It had fangs as well. Bigger fangs.
"You don't have to do this, ****," She whispered weakly, "Just go get help. Get away from here."
No one would hurt her. He stood guard, his fangs barred. Behind him laid a girl, someone he knew well and cared for. From her forehead there streamed blood. She was hurt so badly. A new being was before them, menacing looking. It had fangs as well. Bigger fangs.
"You don't have to do this, ****," She whispered weakly, "Just go get help. Get away from here."
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE GIFTED }
He had a skill. For the first time in his existence, *** had a skill. Praise rightfully earned from the teacher resonated through him. He was good at creating things with his hands. Making working contraptions and doodads from the scrap he kept in his room.
"You could really do a lot with this," They had said, "Keep practicing ***. I know you'll go far."
He had a skill. For the first time in his existence, *** had a skill. Praise rightfully earned from the teacher resonated through him. He was good at creating things with his hands. Making working contraptions and doodads from the scrap he kept in his room.
"You could really do a lot with this," They had said, "Keep practicing ***. I know you'll go far."
{ GOLD MEMORY - PRIDE}
All the words on the paper swam. None of them stayed in the neat, uniform lines. Characters pulled themselves from the sheet and blithely changed positions with their neighbor. What was once cat became tac and tac became act.
For a moment the teacher paused by *** desk. He noticed the look of struggle and frustration on his face. "*** Do you need me to go over this again? You look like you're having problems."
All eyes turned on him then, all ears tuned. Blushing scarlet, he shook his head once sharply, "No."
"I see. Well, if you need help, you should go to" --- /memory end
All the words on the paper swam. None of them stayed in the neat, uniform lines. Characters pulled themselves from the sheet and blithely changed positions with their neighbor. What was once cat became tac and tac became act.
For a moment the teacher paused by *** desk. He noticed the look of struggle and frustration on his face. "*** Do you need me to go over this again? You look like you're having problems."
All eyes turned on him then, all ears tuned. Blushing scarlet, he shook his head once sharply, "No."
"I see. Well, if you need help, you should go to" --- /memory end
{ GREEN MEMORY - CREATIVE}
No one had expected that. Off to the side, the battle teacher stared in awe as *** continued to use the momentum of his enemy against them. *** Was light on his feet, able to flee and strike almost simultaneously. His opponent was not so graceful. They stumbled and gnashed their teeth, trying to get to him.
At the last moment, he used his species skill and invaded the attacker's body. Then he used that brief moment to have them knot their show laces together. Exiting the body, the opponent became even angrier. Yet, the very first step they too, they ended up falling face first in the dirt.
No one had expected that. Off to the side, the battle teacher stared in awe as *** continued to use the momentum of his enemy against them. *** Was light on his feet, able to flee and strike almost simultaneously. His opponent was not so graceful. They stumbled and gnashed their teeth, trying to get to him.
At the last moment, he used his species skill and invaded the attacker's body. Then he used that brief moment to have them knot their show laces together. Exiting the body, the opponent became even angrier. Yet, the very first step they too, they ended up falling face first in the dirt.
{ WHITE MEMORY - SAD}
The truth was, he was lonely. That was why he went and bothered everyone. It was why he stole the food. Well, THE HUNGER didn't help either. Except slowly the hunger was fading. It was like a well known friend for *** was leaving. What would be left without it?
There was a gap inside himself. He tried to feed it by taking food. For a few stellar moments it would fill, but once he escaped or the person he stole from retrieved their items, it would be gone.
*** was very, very lonely.
The truth was, he was lonely. That was why he went and bothered everyone. It was why he stole the food. Well, THE HUNGER didn't help either. Except slowly the hunger was fading. It was like a well known friend for *** was leaving. What would be left without it?
There was a gap inside himself. He tried to feed it by taking food. For a few stellar moments it would fill, but once he escaped or the person he stole from retrieved their items, it would be gone.
*** was very, very lonely.
{ VIOLENT MEMORY - REPROACH}
xxx was *** friend. *** knew this to be true. Yet xxx looked so angry and sad. In their hand they clutched something. Looking at it made *** feel dizzy. Something bad happened, but he couldn't really remember what.
"How could you do this? This was priceless to me! You, you are worthless," xxx was crying now and *** wasn't sure if it was over the ruined priceless thing or ***'s relative worthlessness, "Don't ever talk to me again. Don't ever!"
It was the first time any one had confronted him about his behavior. Something unsettling happened. He felt regret.
xxx was *** friend. *** knew this to be true. Yet xxx looked so angry and sad. In their hand they clutched something. Looking at it made *** feel dizzy. Something bad happened, but he couldn't really remember what.
"How could you do this? This was priceless to me! You, you are worthless," xxx was crying now and *** wasn't sure if it was over the ruined priceless thing or ***'s relative worthlessness, "Don't ever talk to me again. Don't ever!"
It was the first time any one had confronted him about his behavior. Something unsettling happened. He felt regret.
