You feel that your little realm is going to be unstable and on an impulse you place some of your power into the land itself, hoping to stabilise it from any possible future collapse.
Permanence invested into expanded platform. Permanence is now 3.
8/10 Focus
With the platform, enlarged and modified as it is, made more...permanent you should say, your attention turns to the fact that right now, you still feel hungry and lonely.
You once again try to create food, willing it into existence once more in the form of a large platter stuffed with what delicacies you can remember...and then watch as a tongue of flames reaches out and snatches it away again.
7/10 Focus
If only you had a proper Region to give you some security from the flames...
You decide to focus instead of creating a companion, a talking mouse to act as a friend and conversation partner, but when you focus your will, your body is wracked with a fiery agony unlike anything you ever experienced in the flames and for a moment you black out.
10/10 Focus
1/10 Stress
Blinking away spots from your eyes, you look around to see if your experiment worked, and you spot it, a small cute little creature that wouldn't be out of place in a cartoon, also looking around in confusion, until it locks eyes with you.
And screams.
It screams and screams and screams, a primal sound of soul-rending terror that you didn't think it had the lung capacity for as it screams and then turns and runs towards the Lake, throwing itself in where it vanishes in the blink of an eye, obliterated even as its screams echo in the air.
Well, that's concerning.
Greater power is needed to take up such an important mantle.
Shrugging at your failure, you decide to shelve it for now, focusing on improving your little island of sanity in madness. You decide to create some high ground, and with some focus, you feel the rock underneath you shift and tilt slightly in response to a small hill growing in the middle of the expanded platform, the action causing the ground where you are to become covered in a fairly thin layer of dirt that you are grateful for, as well as causing the spring to now gush forth at an angle, and as you climb up the hill to watch, you see layers of dirt, silt you remember it being called, be deposited across the expanding, steaming rock.
9/10 Focus
1/10 Stress
A hill has been made, you now stand above all and all you survey is fire, and potential.
You then start lacing the hill with veins of iron, copper, all the metal you can remember that don't need advanced machinery to process and forge. And you are reassured that even if time starts up again in here, that the supply is infinite.
8/10 Focus
1/10 Stress
There are no riches in the rock, but food production my be hampered. It is a balancing act.
Your attempts to create grass result in a dark scrub the colour of dried blood, and somehow you cannot really grow much food-producing plants now, but you manage to create what could be the only plantlife that can now be called native to hell.
It is a thorny bush with dark, fleshy leaves that grows large berries with white skull-shaped markings on the bright-purple skin. The taste is sweet and the seeds readily grow in the poor soil of your little realm. Assured of some kind of food supply, you lean back and enjoy a feast.
6/10 Focus
1/10 Stress
Food is now assured.
Now, you plan your next moves.
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Somewhere, rain falls and boils away on a distant corner of the Lake.
The spreading rock halts, it has reached the limits of growth without a true Region being created.
A little island of rock, small and unassuming, has created the first blasphemy against a story that has already ended by Divine Will.
A New Beginning.