Remember not even 3 months ago when I told you that I had the weirdest feeling and anxiety?
Remember not even 3 months ago when we talked about how you could never be a pet in a cage?
Remember not even 3 months ago when I was worried you would end up like that and you got mad at me and freaked out because it seemed like the farthest from thing possible?
How far away does it seem now? Because this is the guy that now "owns" you. And he sure seems like somebody that's going to take care of you.
I know it's a kink thing, but just look at how he talks and think about what his mindset is. Anybody that lives like this and publicly talks about people in this way is not somebody that's going to treat you right or be that person to take care of you or have a life with.
I know you fight with everything you have to not face the future or your own setbacks that scare you, but the future will be here either way, and it's only going to get tougher and more awkward to deal with. What are you going to do in 5 years? Any idea? What about that, little kid you have?
I get the sex is fun but, you must see how dumb this is and how it will never get you the happiness and content life that you deeply long for.
You don't deserve the punishment that you allow on yourself, you are a beautiful and amazing person, and you deserve to be worshipped, and appreciated for your other amazing qualities, not just the ones about sex.
See, when you have these moments where you say to yourself "am I actually a let down or a terrible person?" You let the weak negative side win and say that you must be other wise you wouldn't have had these experiences, but it's because you allow it.
You have to go "No! I am NOT a let down. I AM. Great person and I will not accept otherwise!
Then you take that act of not letting it be right and use it for motivation to make sure you're not ever a let down.
Kindness is hard and difficult, otherwise everyone would do it. Anybody can be lazy, but it takes will power to do something and be something, which is what separates us from those who never do.
The devil actively affects those who have powerful souls and auras because they're more pure and valuable. You have so much energy and so much possible for your future, so he's a dick to you but you can't let it win. You have to take that stab wound and say, "tis only a flesh wound, COME AT ME!" Or act like it never happened. If you breakdown and cry about how it hurts then it will win Everytime and only have to barely poke you for you to break and let it win.
Do you just not have the energy or strength to continue on being strong? You don't see a reason to or what, I don't get it. Change is that scary and you'd rather be a fuck toy in a cage with no personality, thought, dreams, future, no child, no own house or garden, . Decisions made for you with you not having any choice..
Your a strong ass unique person and you need to see that already. Now quit being a pussy ass let down of a bitch sheep and take off that mother fucking costume already and WAKE THE FUCK UP *KNOCK KNOCK ON YOUR THIRD EYE DOOR THIS IS THE MATRIX ALARM KNOCK KNOCK
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Even though I already have a plague doctor (though not a troll, and certainly not concerned with curing sickness) I kind of want to make another after learning that they'd wash their clothing in perfume as a precaution against miasma.
I already knew about the herbs and such they kept in their mask but the thought of a doctor being heralded by a super strong sickly-sweet stank is more amusing to me than it should be.
344 years ago, I tried anyway. I tried so hard. I watched Skaia burn under the Reckoning.
343 years ago, I stared at the fires until they died down.
341 years ago, I cried for everything I've lost. I died for the first time. I woke up again for the first time.
340 years ago, I ran out of tears and instead used my pain to escape the Hell I made for myself.
339 years ago, I attempted to escape further. I poured all the power from my body and into the land, trying to grant it the life I no longer wanted. I died. And I awoke as a God.
338 years ago, I went mad.
335 years ago, I had carved all the weakness from my form. I run out of sadness to express or madness to submit to.
334 years ago, I replaced my sadness with hope. There must be a way for me to win, still.
333 years ago, I began to gather all the books from my Land.
330 years ago, I sat down and began reading.
295 years ago, I traveled to the ruins of Skaia to scavenge more knowledge from the Battlefield.
291 years ago, I walked among Derse and Prospit to find still more.
280 years ago, I craved the company of someone aside from the roaches and enemies. So I researched.
272 years ago, I had resurrected the Prospitan race from its fallen.
271 years ago, I had created a city for them from the grist I had accrued. I protected them from the Dersites until they flourished.
267 years ago, I had found my calling. I stepped onto the Battlefield and began giving back. I poured my power into the land and began to make it rise from the ashes.
260 years ago, I discovered I could create living material from grist, and shape it to my liking.
259 years ago, I guided evolution.
247 years ago, I evolved.
206 years ago, Skaia was living once more. The Prospitans and Dersites lived on it with some semblance of peace. I watched over them like the God I was to make sure their new home was to their liking.
205 years ago, I became bored.
204 years ago, I became so very bored.
203 years ago, I used the neverending grist to construct vast metropolises on Skaia to alleviate my growing ennui.
187 years ago, I flew to Prospit, Derse and my own land to do the same.
180 years ago, I found so many flaws in my form, I used the grist and my own magic to begin changing myself. The cosmos deserved a better God than I, so I made myself that God.
176 years ago, I became something other than human. But I had to go further.
172 years ago, I became something beautiful.
150 years ago, I became bored once more.
149 years ago, I crashed Derse into my Land, and Prospit into Skaia.
148 years ago, I crashed my Land and Derse into Skaia.
147 years ago, I watched Skaia burn for the second time.
142 years ago, I merged the planets together as best I could and began construction of living and nonliving alike once more.
119 years ago, Skaia was filled with life, both of the game's design and my own, suited for the dramatically different biomes that were now present.
115 years ago, I began to toy with what I made. Introducing mutations, diseases or lifeforms never before seen to observe how the natives coped with it.
114 years ago, I was no longer bored. I had a whole world to experiment with. I became known as a Mad God, giving and taking as I pleased.
113 years ago, they tried to kill me. They failed.
110 years ago, I started a war between Prospit and Derse to see who would win.
98 years ago, I introduced new living weapons to each side.
90 years ago, I appeared before the winning side and struck them with an affliction that allowed the losing side to prevail.
87 years ago, I restored balance and a tense peace between them.
70 year ago, I grew bored with peace.
69 years ago, I grew bored with war.
68 years ago, I grew bored with peace.
65 years ago, I grew bored with war.
60 years ago, I grew bored with peace.
54 years ago, I grew bored with war.
50 years ago, I mixed a few of the populace together to form a new, third faction. Beings of grey. I know not what to call them.
48 years ago, the grey beings had claimed a third of the planet. I made them without compassion or reason. Black and white joined to fight grey.
44 years ago, I bred compassion and reason into them. When they came to realize what their predecessors had done, they broke up and retreated to the far corners of the world to escape judgment and their own sins.
40 years ago, I grew bored with peace.
30 years ago, I grew bored with war.
28 years ago, I rewarded the grey with an overabundance of food.
27 years ago, black and white found out. It did not take long for them to begin their own war for this source. Despite all I've given them, they want more. Greedy creatures.
20 years ago, I grew bored with war.
15 years ago, I took time to explore off the planet, sitting back to see how they would do when I returned. I floated about the cosmos, examining the Veil.
7 years ago, I had created a base of operations in a lab I found within the meteorites, a place I could retreat to when I wished to see how the world changed without my influence.
6 years ago, I grew bored with waiting. I grew bored with peace. But I had resolved to wait.
5 years ago, I sent meteors filled with exotic lab equipment crashing into the world to see what they would do with it.
4 years ago, I watched them harvest grist on their own and use alchemy. I am so proud.
3 years ago, I fell into peaceful slumber for the first time. I slept for a while.
2 years ago, I woke back up. I woke to find black, white and grey struggling with overpopulation.
1 year ago, I grew bored with peace. I introduced the concept of biological warfare to them and allowed the overpopulation problem solve itself.
9 months ago, I slept again.
4 months ago, I drempt of places I had no memory of, met people I knew nothing about. They told me this was the land of the damned and the dreaming.
3 months ago, I explored this place. I found so many like myself, all who failed their own Games, but none as fortunate as I to find new ways to play. None fortunate enough to become a God of their own realm anyway.
2 months ago, I discovered I could use my power to take the strengths of these phantoms, bring it out of my dreams and use it... But it was for a tragically short time. I would need more. Much more.
1 month ago, I discovered I can gift others with powers I've taken, small fractions of it. My mind spins with the possibilities.
One day ago, I began experimenting. Limited access to Light and Breath has allowed for so much, though only for a short time. I gift soldiers from all three sides with what stolen power I can to see what mutations are born from it.
Like expanding on little referenced abilities or powers that SBURB/SGRUB people have.
For the sake of not killing myself I'll only do the ones that pertain to my characters. At least the ones I've thought about.
Anathema: God-tier power of any Prince class, and one of the few "shared" abilities that has a different effect depending on the aspect. In this case, it is the Life aspect. Anathema (Life) prevents enemies whose max HP is less than the Prince's HP from willingly attacking them, unless they are attacked first. If the enemy's HP is less than 1/4th of the Prince's HP, they will flee in terror.
Note: This ability shares a name with the ability given to beings with chucklevoodoo, or beings that are not native to the session. That version of Anathema has a very different effect. Make sure you know the difference!
Genome Heritage: God-tier power of the Heir of Life. If a player in their session permanently dies, the Heir gains a random amount of that player's class and aspect abilities (usually two of each). In addition, the heir gains slightly more EXP from each kill and gain one ability from each slain Denizen, as long as they were present to see the kill.
Massive Trauma: God-tier power of the Knight of Life. Damage dealt by the Knight cannot be healed in their presence unless they allow it. In addition, all attacks do slightly more damage, and have a higher chance of scoring critical hits.
Consume Genome: God-tier power of the Thief of Life. When slaying an enemy, the Thief may elect to, instead of grist being dropped, gain one stat or skill point, or steal one ability from the enemy. Using Consume Genome also halves the EXP gain from slaying the enemy.
Fleshsmith: God-tier power of the Mage of Life. Allows the user control over their own form, within reason, letting them shapeshift as much as their mass will allow, repair their wounds or create living weapons. Fleshsmith also allows the user to use grist to create organic matter in alchemy, which can be used for a variety of purposes.
Divine Radiance: Passive ability of Yaldabaoth. Causes divine-fire damage in a wide radius; the closer a being is, the more damage they take. Fire resistance can shield them from fire damage, but only God-tiers are immune to divine damage.
Divine Form: Passive ability of Denizens and God-tier players. Greatly reduces the chance of critical hits affecting them, and allows them quicker recovery from poisons, diseases, stat debuffs (such as paralysis) and stat drains.
Malefic Aura: Passive ability of Nyx, Typheus and Yaldabaoth. God-tier players within range have their stats lowered to their level just below God-tier. In addition, they can no longer fly using God-tier powers.
Enervation: Attack ability of Denizens. Any being struck with this attack has its stats temporarily lowered by one full level.
