What did Augur's envoy do, just come in normally?

And how did he make Natalie cry, was it just the same "Acid bomb could have hit your mom and brother" thing?
 
Blah, it's fighting. I'm winning the battle against this update slowly but surely, but it's oddly hard to write. I think because I've thought about it for too long, y'know?
 
I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE . . .

"Very well. Rest assured, I adhere very closely to my contracts," Mason says. He turns back to you, "So what say you, Ms. Ward? There will be several stringent NDAs, so if you have goodbyes, best get them out of the way now."

You look at his almost eager expression. You see the Mother Superior trying to hide her exhaustion, her fear. You see Daggermaw's shame and resignation.

"O-okay," you tell Mason, "I'll do it."

But as he smiles at you, you can't help but feel like you've made a deal with the devil.
 
It looks like Rosemary had a close SL with daggermaw too. Makes sense as fellow dysmorphic with connections to ND I suppose though timeline isnt clear if thats before or after Apiary joined Nugen.

Edit: Speaking of Apiary apart from Adamant giving mass for matter conversion the best Synergy with her Power is probably Autonomous Creature Creation, Since it would buff Constructs created with Matter Conversion.

So Apiary+Adamant+Man-OWar= 25 Potency would be another interesting and big one.

Probably creates something like Highly skilled Clones that mastered a weapon theyre created with.
 
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But he's so nice! He just has a few offers is all . . .
I present my eventual counter-offer: he can make a contract to void all his other contracts, never make any other power-enforced contract and spend the rest of his life doing good deeds helping those less fortunate in life, but otherwise free. Aka the community service approach.

Or we can forcibly cancel all his contracts(which is indicated to be possible thanks to Silvio) and toss him into the deepest, darkest hole we can find/make for the rest of his life. The life imprisonment approach.
 
Speaking Contracts. I wonder if research on SM power using DNA would let us figure out a way to remove the boost from Living Metas. Would be a way to save people getting eaten atleast, like Ete who I'm pretty sure Chatelet still wouldnt want to die getting eaten.

Id be a card in Diploing Silvios group atleast.
 
Blah, it's fighting. I'm winning the battle against this update slowly but surely, but it's oddly hard to write. I think because I've thought about it for too long, y'know?
I know that situation, it's like, you hype the piece up too much in your mind and have trouble meeting your own expectations and all the bits you envisioned. It's like that to me, anyways.

Speaking Contracts. I wonder if research on SM power using DNA would let us figure out a way to remove the boost from Living Metas. Would be a way to save people getting eaten atleast, like Ete who I'm pretty sure Chatelet still wouldnt want to die getting eaten.

Id be a card in Diploing Silvios group atleast.
That would be pretty cool but SM would likely take it as an act of war; those boosts are how he survives after all. Then again, maybe he plans to use Powers to wage war on us. I definitely think the Red Mourning research is worth taking in the next few turns.
 
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Researching SM's power boost is necessary if we want to be able to put him down and save his victims from getting eaten.

Best case scenario, we keep the power boost but find a way to stop him from getting anything out of it.
 
That would be pretty cool but SM would likely take it as an act of war; those boosts are how he survives after all. Then again, maybe he'll use Powers to wage war on us. I definitely think the Red Mourning research is worth taking in the next few turns.
Doesnt need to a be well known so SM doesnt know weve figured out how to break his boost.

Also I;m actually not sure if SM would be offended to start a war if we can break his Enhancement eating, since he might be genuinely be impressed at the feat.
 
I know that situation, it's like, you hype the piece up too much in your mind and have trouble meeting your own expectations and all the bits you envisioned. It's like that to me, anyways.


That would be pretty cool but SM would likely take it as an act of war; those boosts are how he survives after all. Then again, maybe he plans to use Powers to wage war on us. I definitely think the Red Mourning research is worth taking in the next few turns.
I honestly don't see him getting too pissed about it, considering all the incidents where he has accidentally eaten his friends. At the very least, he'll probably like having the option available.
 
I mean killing is mostly off the table
As much as I love SM, Valiant Silver made EXCEED-BEYOND specifically to kill SM and even after Lady Leizi chose to become more, her grudge against SM's murder of Apiary isn't something that just goes away.

Unless Apiary's ghost comes to tell VG/VS and Lady Leizi to let go since she was actually friends with SM and it was all one big tragic accident, I can't really see this ending in any other way.
 
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As much as I love SM, Valiant Silver made EXCEED-BEYOND specifically to kill SM and even after Lady Leizi chose to become more, her grudge against SM's murder of Apiary isn't something that just goes away.

Unless Apiary's ghost comes to tell VG/VS and Lady Leizi to let go since she was actually friends with SM and it was all one big tragic accident, I can't really see this ending in any other way.
I mean depending on what we learn it could be "easy" To learn the Truth of Rosemary and even then EXCEED-BEYOND may have been made for specific thing but as we have learned, there are much bigger monsters than SM
 
Like crazy to think about when we as voters only knew the Top threats as SM , (probably not) King & maybe PP
 
GLUTTONY - The Sixth Sin - ThaTrueRealmWalk (semi-canon)

GLUTTONY - The Sixth Sin

[ CONTENT WARNING - A BIT OF DETAILED GORE ]

There was a person who stalked through the alleys and shadows of Horizon's streets.

And it was a person, no matter what their disgusting form might suggest otherwise.

Their mouth wide and stretched out, with teeth ugly crooked and stained. Their body's posture was wrong, never straight as their arms dainty to their slide, swinging back and forth as their legs carried them along their hunger fueled path. Heat radiated from their red-hued, tanned, veiny skin, most of their body uncovered, only a ripped apart top of a t-shirt and very short briefs on their body to conserve any form of modesty. Their body was thin- oh so very thin, enough that their ribcage was noticeable but not defined. To the sides of their body were long, flapping gatherings of skin that clung to a too small stomach to keep them firm and flush.

Even now you could hear the few moments where the flaps of veiny extra skin slapped disgustingly onto the person's legs or arms, the contact far more wet than it should have ever been.

The person was following something, endlessly marching onwards, unstopping but unrunning, conserving their strength with the knowledge their prey was tired and slowing.

It was just one more corner, the corner the person saw the orange dirty form dart off into.

Rounding it, the figure smiled, seeing the deadend of brick and mortar walls that signaled the end for the hunt.

The prey could smell the hunter before it could see them, a retched, awful stench, which bellowed out even fifteen-twenty meters away if it were of human nature, but for the prey and their stronger nose, it may have been a mile.

In truth, every being in those alleys had gone into hiding or ran for better pastures. To the rats and mice scurrying around in the trash and filth to the alley cats that hunted them for consumption and sport. To the birds up above that took the sky in panic to the wild dogs that barked with fear and panic.

Everything in that alley that had mother nature bound within their mind knew the wall of disgusting dried blood, rot, and filth, mixed together in a vomit sundae with several other cocktails of toxic waste refined with a moldy film created from sewer extract stench was a mark of something wrong.

Something horrible and monstrous, something that wouldn't be satisfied with the trash outside the back of a butcher's home or a richy cafe.

It wanted something fresh.

And the prey within that alley, watching with unholy fear as the person rounded the corner, knew that deep within their instinct riddled brain.

But it was tired, and weak, and even as it hissed and growled, tried to make itself look threatening, trying to scare away the monster that animals may have made early humans out to be…

It did nothing but keep it still for the monster to grab at.

Orange fur parted like taffy for gingers that dug down into flesh like saw blades. A yowl of pain was all the creature managed to get out before two segments of it's spine unlinked, two halves of a once living being being opened wide like a fortune cookie, innards and entrails mimicked muscles fibers which in turn mimicked fraying string as organs fell out like a pinata's candy.

A sickly tongue racked over ruptured veins and lapped and dranks and took and took from what was once a flowing river of blood within living walls, the heart still beating, unknowing that it's owner was already gone.

Meat slid from bone like butter, muscles unraveling and ripping apart between jagged stones that dressed up and teeth.

First the legs, then the chest, then the tail, then the head. Each one was parted with the skeleton that made something breathing stable, tossed to the side for a moment, if only to allow for the rest to be swallowed better first.

Not even fur and hair was spared as the person's mouth widened and lowered, their jaw not even unhooked yet it hit down to their almost bare chest.

Down and down into an awaiting pit of pulsating red hungry flesh went the body of a once cat, now nothing more than a mixture of a carcass defiled into the shape of a sickly jelly.

There was no chewing.

The bones set to the side were taken as well, the still blood soaked parts treated as nothing more than the candy bar one would get from a child's store bought lunch pack.

But it was not enough- no no they figure's tongue rolled out, long and begging as the figure leaned down and lapped and lapped at the red covered floor.

Dirt and grime and stale rain water was dranken up with glee along with the crimson red liquid of life, every single bit and spot licked again and again for just one cell more.

The figure's stomach grew just a bit, a small bulge, allowing some of the hanging excess skin to fulfill their role and function- but not enough, never enough.

Hunger was still there, the hole was still there, as skin reddened as their body warmed up, vapors of heat beginning the radiate off of the person's body to match the sheer pulse of sickly vomit, ammonia, and sulfur dumpster fire smell send bursting outwards from the figure's flesh.

Never enough, not enough.

The figure got up, the spot they lapped at like a sickly wild manic dog spotless and clean, even of spit and germs, everything there eaten and consumed with violent abandon.

Onwards they marched, for another meal, for it was never not enough.

---Realm's Notes---

I watched this video and got inspired, and now it's all of your guy's problem!

And well… while I'm here, I want to put out an offer to my fellow writers: There are seven, eight, nine, maybe ten sins that the Christian Religion does/did recognize, and I just made a freak who embodies Gluttony! So, will you all join me in making people who embody these sins to the most DISGUSTING degrees?

I think it would be fun! We can have ourselves a little gang! Also, if you do decide to join me, please only do one of the sins- no matter if their of the core set or of Melancholia/Apathy/Acedia/Gloom/(Whatever you want to call it) or Knowledge (Which IS the First Sin Of Man, Eve eating the Fruit Of Knowledge and all that, don't know why people keep ignoring that little tidbit) or something else that applies to the whole Sin theming. Wanna give everyone a chance to join in- might be wise to talk about it so people don't claim the same Sin.

This is late night Realm signing off! Thanks for reading!
 
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A dangerous thought occurs, Radiant Silvergirl would be able to prove that Black Swan's backstory is fake. After all, if Mona was trained to be a Hero by Justice Unlimited, surely Towarri would know about it?

This means that Stockpile will know something is up, if he asks Towarri about Black Swan's training.

RSG: Yes, Mona was a intern with us but she doesn't have powers, her only real skill was cooking. She won the annual bake-off twice and according to Nora made really good chili.

Another Dangerous thought occurs, Towarri knows about our base (the Apirary). She will be able to tell Stockpile everything there is to know about it (The Various Defences & The Fact that it is somewhat alive)
 
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