Thorny Figure; Bramble Tamed; Casualty-less Hatred; Kindest Doom.
The Thorny Knight is mumbling to itself.
It's mocking its own weakness and indecision.
Is it corrupted or not?
Of course, it is.
But what should it do?
Who's to say he's got a choice?
surrounded by and filled with a feeling of impending existential impropriety.
The nightmare creature realized its fault.
The thorn wasn't quite corrupted mentally, but it wasn't corrupt physically.
if there were beings separate from existence or beings that found themselves existing as someone or something else through various means.
Then he'd be someone who simply wasn't acting if he had the possessions to do so, or he couldn't.
How could he?
He was benevolent, but simultaneously he was cruel.
alas why not simply cruel, you may ask?
it was simple.
His mind and soul had been swapped. The connection severed.
His alignment could change, but his existence had to remain the same.
This was also true in the exact opposite, with his existence changing and his alignment being the same.
A reflection upon the opposite was a cycle that ends with the beginning.
What is life if not for your lifeless state, dying?
condemned by the countless revelations of random appearance, the thorn heard of voice.
Follow the path of corruption.
He thought with it.
for if he couldn't be.
Then he'd change others who could.
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"Helloo~?"
"Is anyone there..?~"
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"Im gonna take your silence for no! Okayy~!?" … "O-Okay!"
"Man is it dark or is it just me..?"
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"H-"
"It's just you."
Looming above a mass of swimming tentacles with barbs and covered with teeth filled maws and eyes that won't stop dilating as their irises expand and compress rapidly mostly staring at the young adventuring fleeting feeling prey, that was now shivering as if within a cold embrace, in an arctic wasteland.
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