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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
foulhussy: (pic#6671677)

[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-10-16 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
maybe? i dunno

[ The concept of "other planets existing" is something she'd only learned through media she's viewed since coming to trench. That's what this boy means, right? ]
hauntedsavior: (⚡ with their sights in heaven)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
I'm asking if you liked it. [but she did kind of muddy the waters on that one, too. she shakes her head and waves a palm in front of her with her free hand.] Don't worry about it. 'M just saying, like, the heart wants what it wants. And sometimes what it wants is someone cute to touch your hair and tell you that things are gonna be all right.

[no smoke this time. she can leave the cigarette where it is. this conversation's trended close enough to more dangerous waters.]

Then if you're like me, you take 'em home and let 'em rail you. But I guess that part hasn't happened yet either, huh? Gratz on having better self control than this android disaster.
iaiafhtagn: (Modern pancake)

[personal profile] iaiafhtagn 2022-10-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Things could be better, truthfully. But they can be far worse!"

She isn't entirely certain just where to start! Or what he would know, or not know. There did seem to be an odd lapse in time here. If someone else was here they would probably have a better idea of what was happening. But as things currently stand, Abby was a bit lost. She knows that she'd been transported to another place beyond the stars.

But where she is... well, she can't seem to open any doorways that would let her return. So, there's that. Maybe there was some sort of anchor keeping her, and everyone else here? It made her head spin.

"But they're all fine! Um- I think I'm the only one that arrived here. This time."

No Master. Perhaps that's a good thing.
necroprince: (bev johnson 3)

[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-16 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well. Yes. [She profits off of God's power won through belief. It's important for the people to believe that He is perfect. Honest, good, kindly, powerful.] The truth hardly ever matters, kitten. That's another thing you learn when groomed to rule.

[She looks at him, a bit amused.]

My bone hand? My hand made of bones? The golden shiny one? Honestly, can't a woman have a bone hand without a horde of people asking about it. [She tuts.] Hurts my feelings.
Edited 2022-10-16 07:26 (UTC)
entreats: (it's hanging over my head)

[personal profile] entreats 2022-10-16 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a brief stare at the hand - though brief. It's not even because she's debating whether or not to shake it in the first place, or anything like that. It's just Ange thinking about those words he said right before it.

Yes, that sounds like Martin, alright.

She takes his hand, giving it a brief shake, her gaze at the same time rising to meet his own.

"I'm Ange. Ange Ushiromiya."

She decides to shove aside the weirdness of the idea that she's introducing herself to someone she knows so well, and instead tries to see it as a new start. Trying everything all over again.

"And.. I guess we should go into the lighthouse now, right? It kind of feels inevitable." Like it's still pulling on them.
wingstosee: (dismay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh. wow. even if he hadn't made an idiot of himself, he'd be stammering after that little "kitten." is it so wrong, to want to be a purse dog for someone much more sexy and obviously evil than you?? of course not. qed. ]

Oh my god? [ he says, almost absently as his brain sorts through it, and then, louder: ] Oh my god?? I am. So sorry?? I didn't mean... Oh, jeez, you probably get that all the time, I'm really sorry...

[ and just like that, whatever danger he might have held, whatever illusion of light and bile was running through him is gone. now he's just trying to not have a panic attack next to the big dick lighthouse and an undead woman. ]
wingstosee: (curiosity)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Well... Yeah? Of course I did. Girls are soft, and they smell nice, and they don't shove you or yell or call you things that you're not even allowed to repeat.

[ well, that's a depressing way to put that. not that he gets stuck on it for long; when anna mentions railing, venus has another impromptu coughing fit, albeit one where his cheeks are deep red and he alternates between looking far away from anna and sneaking tiny glances back over. ]

Nope! No. Absolutely not. I'm, um... I wouldn't do. Something like that. [ he coughs, more nerves than throat. ] I mean, I'd have to find someone who even wanted that? For. Me. So, I mean, good luck there, haha...
doghouses: (📻 you're the meaning)

1/2

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-16 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Trench... Hm, no, I haven't ever heard of it before.

[Harry looks both thoughtful and extremely concerned. There are so many unknown factors that there are, right now, several possibilities. None of them any good.]

So they call us Sleepers. [PAUSE. BIG PAUSE.]
doghouses: (📻 and I want you)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-16 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
...Wait. I didn't dream that? Being a, uh....

[slug.]
floatsaway: (60)

C.

[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-10-16 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
un: Uravity

Hello, Venus-san, my name is Uraraka Ochako. Or Ochako Uraraka, if you're from the western part of Earth. (o^▽^o)ノ
It's nice to meet you!!

I'm probably not the best person to ask about religious stuff, I'm really not TOO religious myself, and...it's kinda weird in this world, but...if you're talking about the traditional, uhhh...what's it
Christian?? I think??? That one. That god.
Anyway, I really don't know if one like that is in this world or not, or has any influence over it. There are gods here, but they're called Pthumerians, and they're um...well. They're kinda weird? Fickle?? I mean, neither good nor bad, but they definitely operate on their own kinds of rules, and each one is different from the other.

Weird thing is, gods from OTHER worlds can show up in Trench, too. I've already met Amaterasu, the sun goddess from my country, though she's not here anymore. She left a long time ago...
doghouses: (📻 always on my mind)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-16 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is a sudden lash of frustrated anger in him at the response. He had hoped foolishly that there was some explanation, perhaps too desperate to see his daughter again. Oh, there is certainly a part of him that recognizes the raw emotion in her face, her understandable look of betrayal, but he's also feeling the same way, especially at the accusation.

He does not yell. Instead, his voice is low and furious, like a lick of flames.]


How dare you. Who the hell do you think you are? After everything she and I went through...

[Harry scoffs.] Well, you can't do much more to me. And you can bet she has all the tools to make it out. Your people will lose, again.
wingstosee: (dismay)

un: radiohead

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
THE PTHUMERIANS ARE GODS????????

[ sorry, ochako. he'll get to the other parts. this is just kind of a big deal that he has somehow missed this whole time. ]

oh jeez. oh wow
i didn't really consider that gods could just. show up here? that's terrifying
especially gods that i've never really seen or heard of before. oh jeez.
how mean are the pthumerians? how much do they expect from you? do you have to go to church for them or

also it's nice to meet you ochako??
sorry i should have said that earlier
stayscared: (jc-cap-284)

[personal profile] stayscared 2022-10-16 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[no. no seeing for now. though, seeing can be different than looking. a different animal, a different experience altogether as he follows, as near as he can remember to being something other than fearsick or seasick (see-sick? ha. that's funny. he should write that down.)

her shudder isn't lost, it's not so much that it extends to her feet as it extends to the outward air, the tendrils of his awareness rippling in indecision before they too decide it's shudder worthy.

shiver worthy. this is an eight. eight outta ten shivers for sure. he mirrors it in a shake of his head, caught between realizing he's holding his breath again, remembering to breathe. ah, good. it's eldritch department store perfume counter, right on cue.]


Don't worry, I'm not touching---

[that. he'd been about to say that when the woman who calls herself woe touches it, and not a fleeting fingertip touch, this is no light 'boop' as if to test the waters (horrible, it smells like an overripe, slightly rotten bouquet.)

happy anniversary, mr. enslin
love,
all your friends

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it's a full on palm press, but there's no sound effect to accompany it, no squelch or squish because the blood is old.

old blood. old rot. ancient maybe.]


You can touch it, though.

[half a question, more observation. obviously she can and will. but he was wrong about the sound effects - it's not his own breath that's rushing in his ears, it's ...yep, that's the walls. the walls are breathing.

nope. not looking at that either. which is fine because there's also the screaming, thin and distant and repeating the same question over and over again. it's the same question he'd directed at the lighthouse itself, at the beach, and woe herself before she'd come into full view.

what is it?!

he winces at that, turns away from the wheezing wall and looks at woe's boots instead. they're utterly normal, even padding up blood caked stairs.]
poorlittlesange: (but er-ge it's a secret lair for a reaso)

i!

[personal profile] poorlittlesange 2022-10-16 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is unrealistic for Jin Guangyao to expect that he will encounter anyone that he knows among the Sleepers emerging from the sea, and unlikelier still that a familiar face from his past will be the one he most desires to see. (He can hope, though.) So when he instead sees a nearly-naked young woman hurling herself towards the largest lizard that Jin Guangyao has ever seen in his entire life, he is torn between two equally important compulsions, though only one is urgent: protect the girl's modesty with his own outer robe, or retreat very quickly in the opposite directly, possibly on his flying sword.

He lays the fine cream and gold silk of his outer robe folded on a rock that nearby, but not so nearby that the beast she is now embracing might perceive him as a threat. Then he straightens, eyes averted, and backs away carefully.]


Jiemei, [he calls out politely; he's aware that the likelihood of a Sleeper understanding his courteous terms of address is low, but finds himself unable to avoid them without feeling unspeakably rude.] Please, this one urges you to make use of this robe. It is... cold outside.

[and you are really, really underdressed.]
Edited (womp womp reading comprehension fail but that simple robe is still SCANDALOUS to him) 2022-10-16 21:09 (UTC)
shiro2hero: (ever get the same song stuck in your hea)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-16 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[The look on Shiro's face is both utterly sympathetic and also exhausted at the same time.]

No. No, you didn't... I really, really wish it wasn't a dream.
hauntedsavior: (⚡ with their sights in heaven)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[she glances over, letting the white of her eye show, and fixes him with a knowing smirk. oh, he wants to cut loose so fucking bad. he is straining against the confines of everything that society has placed him in—but anna doesn't know how to break him free. not without breaking him in the process. she's getting ahead of herself, though; she doesn't consciously want that for him yet. she just has an eye and can see what's going on, in broad, broad strokes.]

You'll find someone one day. If you want it. [she says it so, so casually, like it's a fact of life around here. probably because it is.] This place has a way of giving you what you need without even realizing that you need it. It puts you through the goddamn wringer first, don't get me wrong, but... well, so did the place I came from, I guess. —not, like, the rest of normal Earth, but, like, the city full of weird soul resurrection bullshit that I lived in.
wingstosee: (dismay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
that seems like something you should know!!

[ don't worry, kaine. that's EXACTLY what he means. ]
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that looks just sends him into the cycle all over again. god. he's a disaster. this is a disaster. ]

...thanks. Maybe I'll figure that out at some point. [ if he survives. that's a pretty big if. he tries not to get hung up on it. ] Wait, you were dealing with weird stuff before you came here?

[ he says it as if he wasn't halfway to becoming the devil - to beating it out of another camper - to a transformation sequence and a radio swing of light. ]
doghouses: (pic#16012921)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-16 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
...Oh. Okay. Okay. Sure.

[Harry completely believes him, honestly. And he had been trying to brush it off as delirium from everything else, but apparently he was definitely a slug. He's pretty sure he died, too.]

Is this some sort of afterlife?
hauntedsavior: (shores of tranquility)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah. [she would rap on her chest, or curl her hand to it, but right now it feels strange to do that. she doesn't want to explain why and isn't sure she could. so she just... talks about it a little more respectfully, instead.]

The city I lived in was a pretty normal one for most of my life, you know? But I guess when I was... shit, 25 or 26 it all started to change. It started with a big dome that they put up around the city, and I guess maybe that's just the first time I noticed anything was wrong. I remember thinking it was some weird solar eclipse or something until I found out the truth. And then... I don't know, dude, things just got weirder from there. Soul magic, regaining other people's memories, descending through different layers of reality... body transformation.
shiro2hero: (no really i don't get it)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-16 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry. I wish I could say it was a dream.

[But the squid thing is... honestly the lesser of the weird. Things just kind of get Weirder from there.]

That... depends. [Much as he hates to say it.] For some people, it can be. For me? No, I was definitely alive before all this. But my partner... he wasn't.

[Still awful to say! Horrible even! But this is their reality now. He'll deal with it.]
doghouses: (pic#)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-16 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[It answers a lot, but it also still makes plenty of things concerning. Just because Harry is dead doesn't mean he's simply alive again. After all... what if he's like Lisa?

That, too, comes with a pang of guilt. The distant yet fresh memory of running from her as the nurse begged him for help, reaching out to him, banging on the door as he slammed it shut on her. Logically, there was probably nothing he could do for her, but it still stings. And honestly, he might be no different than her now.

Well. That kind of thing can be figured out gradually. For now, he nods stiffly; it isn't Shiro's problem.]


I'm sorry to hear that about your partner.

Is Trench somewhere in the United States? Or does no one really know?
foulhussy: (pic#14390160)

[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-10-16 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
why
dont see what difference it makes.
shiro2hero: (please don't do the thing)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-16 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Harry chews that over, Shiro studies the other man's expression, his own creased in growing concern. That kind of faraway look is all too familiar. Especially being here for so long.]

We're dealing with it. [He says, by way of reassurance. Then motions Harry toward the boardwalk.] You kind of look like you could sit down. Feel like walking and talking?

[There's no great answer to "where is Trench". Not without trying to explain Deerington. Which is... a long ass story in itself.]
floatsaway: (108.)

[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-10-16 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhh...I'm PRETTY sure they are??
Or at the very least they're treated as such... The locals here all but revere and fear them, and they're REALLY powerful. Especially the major ones.


[The named ones that everyone knows - having their own celebrated month and all. Ochako's not fond of a few of them, the Reckoning being the one that altered her mind so badly in July she ended up killing someone in cold blood... In all honesty, July caused a really catastrophic domino effect for her and her friends specifically.]

Well, it definitely is kind scary to think about, but Amaterasu-sama was really cute and she loved to eat and sleep!
When she was here, she took the form of a really friendly, fluffy, white wolf.

The Pthumerians themselves are pretty dangerous though. I don't know if "mean" is a good way to describe them though, since...they do things their own way. I think the worst one is called The Reckoning? At least that's the one I really don't like...
She (it??) is sort of like, uh...I guess divine judgement is the best way to describe it. Punishes those that do serious misdeeds or something, but also the overly righteous ones went kind of crazy in July, too...when that was her month.
I don't really wanna talk about it...
But no, they don't require much, but they like to kind meddle in our lives lot. They kinda force different "trials" and "tests" on us Sleepers and it's never fun to go through them... it's actually really terrible.

I think the nicest one is a cute little moth thing. I forget its name, but it's kinda small and fluffy.
I like that one best. ♥
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