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Survivor

They only exist in the depths.

It slithers all the way down.

Just another boring plant.

A little more refined, at least.

Braised Eggplant

Such labor is beneath me.

It won't be shooting anyone like this.

Elephant Cactus

Take cover!

Prickly Elephant Cactus

Good riddance.

Elephant Cactus Stump

It seems sturdy enough to carry me.

Oops.

Bathed in fire.

That's not about to grow back.

I've heard them described as "piney".

Oops.

Lumpy Evergreen

Dust to dust.

Lumpy Evergreen

I put it out of its misery.

Lumpy Evergreen

It looks sickly.

Lumpy Evergreen

Eye to the sky.

The Meat Bulb's pawns.

Some of my better work.

Houndius Shootius

Now I just have to set it up.

Houndius Shootius

I've fashioned the bamboo into something useful.

A harvest of ashes.

Do I look like a farmer?

I have better things to do than watch plants grow.

It needs to be... refreshed.

Is it windy out or is it just my fan?

I will lure them in with my plumage.

Not as elegant as a quill and inkwell, but it'll do.

I suppose it's better than paddling.

Feather Lite Sail

Black is the color of sleep.

Red is the color of fire.

Crimson Feather

Grey is the color of pain.

I should stick it in a cap.

Thunder Feather

Am I hungry enough for this?

Better her than me.

It's just a wood fence.

It opens. And closes sometimes, too.

All we need to build a nice, sturdy gate.

All we need to build a nice, sturdy fence.

It's not gentlemanly to carry manure in one's hands.

Great for magic tricks.

How pretty.

I could squish them if I wanted to.

I put fire gems in there as a joke.

I should attend to that.

A fire pit.

A roaring fire.

It's getting low.

It's hot.