A beautiful table spans the center of the room, marble tiling mostly in tact. It seems almost surreal to see such a normal human, albeit luxurious, area in the center of this all. There is food on the table, but it is long rotting. It seems someone has set aside some earl grey tea as well.
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He's wandering again. There is still time... not much, he has to find- something. Not sure anymore. The vines move into the next area, there is a pause. Recognition. A beautiful table, covered in rotting food. There are pages, paper... scattered about. He picks up and reads the nearest one.
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2: You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 2: Eventually the gods took notice of this serpent and sliced it into thousands of pieces. It did not die, but simply writhed as every part of it was released. As time passed, all the pieces eventually gathered together again, but where it was severed there would be thick wounds, forever bleeding green.
Serpent? Memory- a serpent who consumed itself. He looked at the page, rereading it several times until he paused. Vines wrapped around the page... this was... this was... story... a story, of something. Why was it here? What was it's meaning in all of this? He would look for more.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
He searches, only for his vines to pull the same page back to him. When had he dropped it, letting it flutter so far away?
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
3. You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 3: Consumed by hunger again, the serpent wandered the world. Whatever it ate would immediately come out of its gashed sides. The oceans and lands ran thick with green, and the humans took pity on the serpent, offering eventually to fill its wounds with leaves and branches.
A new page. He reads it, hunger... yes to consume... the vines devoured all in their way, it wanted the humans, it wanted the creatures like the one who saved his body... Creation wanted to- wanted to- They were it's legacy. What was a legacy? Thoughts- the page- Humans, humans helped... and it became... something- new... The page, remembered, drifted to the floor. He was... he needed...
Want.
Need.
There was the pull, his time was growing ever shorter. He had to remain himself for a little longer. He must.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
Again. He'd found the same page again. He continued to search.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
4. You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 4: The serpent was thankful, and blessed upon those few humans its gift of knowledge and the hunger for the beginning and the end. At last, having returned to it's original glory, it parted upon them one final knowledge, when it is time to accept their own end for another beginning. It was then that the serpent consumed itself, and while it's shape was that of a serpent, it's form was that of a concept. From the concept, there was nothing left but the leaves and branches, which began new life of its own.
Another page... another new page. He read. The gift, to know, gift... Creation said it was a gift. It wasn't, it wasn't a gift... the thoughts were remembered ones, not ones thought as reading. They were... words used to fight back. What was Creation wanting? To end? That thought- perhaps. Creation knew, and he would become part of it, part of it's legacy... Legacy was- something left behind.
A spark of memory. "We'll go forward, together." They were the first words that this form had actually attempted to let be known. There were no vocal cords, no mouth and yet these words held substance.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
The pages seemed to spill from his thin vine hands, only to be found again, far from where they last were.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
Maybe there was no other page... but they were numbered, he wanted the beginning. He needed- needed? - to know.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
1: You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 1: There once was a serpent and it was very lonely. "Why was I created?", the serpent asked itself. "For what reason do I exist?" It had no understanding of beginning nor end, and because of it it developed a terrible hunger. It ate the sun and moon and everything in the sky.
He was leaving the area. The paper fluttered from nowhere. He caught it with a vine, so easy to move now. Why was it so easy now? It didn't matter, he read. As he read, he remembered, the doors. Creation wanted them- to understand. To fully understand, he needed to be part of it... when had he started to think like this? Vines moved, rustled in agitation, he was loosing himself- again- He couldn't. He was- a name- Calab. He remembered, for now, he remembered. He would hold onto that and every other bit he had collected. His own bits of memory, the memory he had glimpsed when becoming part of creation-legacy, the memory of the other shambling vines, the memory from those lost in the cage... the memory of the pages story. They all made up him. He was Calab, he was less than that and he was more than that.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50