[MalfGuy2]

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A soft, grey light flows over your environs. The distant layer of aquamarine shines down upon you, and you struggle to lift your limbs. Clumsy arms hastily drag you up, up, and up,

Though it is to little urgency. Your lungs refuse to fill with the ocean's pressure, even when you paused to rest your muscles...

The above world is on the brighter side of things. As a Monster, born and bred, it is your express purpose to become part and parcel to it;

A cyan-blue flower, barely a budding sapling, calls out to you from the frozen coast. An artificial voice overwhelms your will to reason and to instinctively hunt across the forests and beachheads. Raw Mana circles you, passing through you, and past the bloodied snow.

Your head has a dull ache where there should have been your wants, your dreams, your desires.

You are but the salt of the earth, and so, it is your duty to remain salty, lest the earth lose its flavor.

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"...Augmented Monster, C4-Delta, Generation Four. Vital signs confirmed."
"Enabling Spirit-Tether. Main system; Re-activating autopilot mode..."

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"Copying Template: Djulkorren: The Void-Prince's Bane."