Skank abomination is - oh, boy, that is exactly it. I wouldn't trust them either. [...] Okay, so uh - so tell me what happened, then? If you want. I can try to see if I have any ideas.
She sits, just as she did before, and crosses her arms in her lap. It was easy, with Gluttony, to be dispassionate, because she didn't expect Gluttony would care how she felt about any of it. But she'll try the same again.]
We were transported to another place entirely. It was some sort of building intended for giants - the furniture was as tall as two of I, and we had to climb about to get anywhere. As we progressed, we became increasingly cold and hungry.
We came across. . . a child. [A little more shaky here.] She was wearing a bag over her head. She became attached to us, seemingly, and began to help us make our way towards the exit. She was very strong and powerful. We came across a feast of giants, devouring a table of meats, fighting one another for scraps of flesh. Some of them had the appearance of enormous, fattened versions of familiar people. One of them. . .
[She pauses again here. How to explain this, exactly?]
I suppose you're aware that I have a condition, and occasionally it results in fainting spells. [Or rather, she has a self-inflicted brain injury related to any memory of a certain person.] I was injured when I happened to faint and a giant thought to devour me, but the child came to my aid.
We escaped out into the cold, and then into a school. Inside the school was another creature - a facsimile of a woman with a long snake for a neck. We drew her attention and she came after us, but we were able to kill her.
And then. . . we crawled through the vents to another room. [This is where the clipped explanation stops working. Instead, her voice is low and angry, sickened.] The hunger we had been feeling became. . . all-consuming. We were weakened, barely able to continue. Ravenous, to the degree that we would have eaten anything before us, like those sickening giants at the table.
And the child gave us her hand, and a voice. . . bade us grant, or offered, mercy.
[they have to like, temper themselves. because if they don't, they're going to go right over to harrow and hug her, and they know she would like some bit of dignity. so they just metaphorically sit on their hands, and listen.]
... Oh. [they say, after a moment, clearly horrified. they lean forward on the bench, trying to - make sense of it.]
What the fuck. [that's - all they can manage, for the moment.] But - you didn't. Though, you didn't.
But. . . nothing else we tried to consume appeared to stave off that hunger, and as a result, we died. [This part is a little easier to say because dying and coming back is like. Eh.] And I fear that in doing so, we abandoned her in that place, and as such. . . we are all of a resolve to return to the vore zone by whatever means can be achieved.
And that is something we cannot do without the assistance of an Avatar, preferably one who veers more to the side of anti child murder.
[I finally got Eleanor to explain what vore is, and this sounds like a perfectly acceptable thing to call it from her perspective. Eleanor did explain 'vore' is when it happens in a kinky way, and that's perfect for whoever designed this world, clearly some sort of vore pervert.]
[they are really. trying not to laugh. they only just manage.]
Well, here's the thing - I'm definitely anti-child murder. So you're talking to the right person. But, uh. I don't... know if you guys can get back to whatever place that is. I mean, I can look into it, and I will. Promise.
[I mean, it was a joke! Just because she intoned it in a gothy manner doesn't mean it's not okay to laugh. Though the being anti-child murder was also kind of a joke, and yet it somehow, coming from Wrath, feels a little bad. Hurtful and exclusionary to those of us who are a child murder.]
. . . I understand. Thank you, even so, for trying.
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Skank abomination is - oh, boy, that is exactly it. I wouldn't trust them either. [...] Okay, so uh - so tell me what happened, then? If you want. I can try to see if I have any ideas.
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She sits, just as she did before, and crosses her arms in her lap. It was easy, with Gluttony, to be dispassionate, because she didn't expect Gluttony would care how she felt about any of it. But she'll try the same again.]
We were transported to another place entirely. It was some sort of building intended for giants - the furniture was as tall as two of I, and we had to climb about to get anywhere. As we progressed, we became increasingly cold and hungry.
We came across. . . a child. [A little more shaky here.] She was wearing a bag over her head. She became attached to us, seemingly, and began to help us make our way towards the exit. She was very strong and powerful. We came across a feast of giants, devouring a table of meats, fighting one another for scraps of flesh. Some of them had the appearance of enormous, fattened versions of familiar people. One of them. . .
[She pauses again here. How to explain this, exactly?]
I suppose you're aware that I have a condition, and occasionally it results in fainting spells. [Or rather, she has a self-inflicted brain injury related to any memory of a certain person.] I was injured when I happened to faint and a giant thought to devour me, but the child came to my aid.
We escaped out into the cold, and then into a school. Inside the school was another creature - a facsimile of a woman with a long snake for a neck. We drew her attention and she came after us, but we were able to kill her.
And then. . . we crawled through the vents to another room. [This is where the clipped explanation stops working. Instead, her voice is low and angry, sickened.] The hunger we had been feeling became. . . all-consuming. We were weakened, barely able to continue. Ravenous, to the degree that we would have eaten anything before us, like those sickening giants at the table.
And the child gave us her hand, and a voice. . . bade us grant, or offered, mercy.
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... Oh. [they say, after a moment, clearly horrified. they lean forward on the bench, trying to - make sense of it.]
What the fuck. [that's - all they can manage, for the moment.] But - you didn't. Though, you didn't.
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[That's all there is to say about that.]
But. . . nothing else we tried to consume appeared to stave off that hunger, and as a result, we died. [This part is a little easier to say because dying and coming back is like. Eh.] And I fear that in doing so, we abandoned her in that place, and as such. . . we are all of a resolve to return to the vore zone by whatever means can be achieved.
And that is something we cannot do without the assistance of an Avatar, preferably one who veers more to the side of anti child murder.
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The - did you just say the vore zone?
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[I finally got Eleanor to explain what vore is, and this sounds like a perfectly acceptable thing to call it from her perspective. Eleanor did explain 'vore' is when it happens in a kinky way, and that's perfect for whoever designed this world, clearly some sort of vore pervert.]
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Well, here's the thing - I'm definitely anti-child murder. So you're talking to the right person. But, uh. I don't... know if you guys can get back to whatever place that is. I mean, I can look into it, and I will. Promise.
But no guarantees.
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. . . I understand. Thank you, even so, for trying.
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but they sort of nod - and then they're going to go back to playing so we can end this one and do the other!]