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Chumhandle: malachiteOoze
Strife Specibus: Tentaclekind
Prototyping: deer skull
Title: Glutton of Filth
In-game abilities: The ability to transform items that are bad into items that are good. By eating them. She can be fed an item and, after a period of "digestion," regurgitate a better version of it in its place. The worse an item is to begin with, the more dramatic the improvement is.
Planet: Land of Sugar and Cake. This land is very...pink. The rolling hills that make up most of the terrain are pink. The sky is a lighter shade of pink. The clouds look like pink cotton candy floating through the air. To add to this excessively twee atmosphere, giant cakes, candy, and other confectionaries jut up from the ground just about everywhere, the only places they don't disturb being the walkways of rainbow-colored tiles that wind through the land. Occasionally, these paths lead to large outdoor kitchens, where the canary consorts flit about baking all manner of desserts. Speak to them and they'll have a sad story to tell; Polyphemus, the Denizen, has eaten all the fruit that grows on the planet, meaning they have nothing to decorate their cakes with.
Chumhandle: malachiteOoze
Strife Specibus: Tentaclekind
Prototyping: deer skull
Title: Glutton of Filth
In-game abilities: The ability to transform items that are bad into items that are good. By eating them. She can be fed an item and, after a period of "digestion," regurgitate a better version of it in its place. The worse an item is to begin with, the more dramatic the improvement is.
Planet: Land of Sugar and Cake. This land is very...pink. The rolling hills that make up most of the terrain are pink. The sky is a lighter shade of pink. The clouds look like pink cotton candy floating through the air. To add to this excessively twee atmosphere, giant cakes, candy, and other confectionaries jut up from the ground just about everywhere, the only places they don't disturb being the walkways of rainbow-colored tiles that wind through the land. Occasionally, these paths lead to large outdoor kitchens, where the canary consorts flit about baking all manner of desserts. Speak to them and they'll have a sad story to tell; Polyphemus, the Denizen, has eaten all the fruit that grows on the planet, meaning they have nothing to decorate their cakes with.
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