Words of the Constant
Squishy.
Distasteful.
Spiders have such malleable wills.
How did that get down here?
Maybe I'll just get out of her way.
Creatures in this world evolve at a terrifying rate.
It's a tricky one.
It has met its demise.
I command you to stay back.
Now is the time to make my escape.
I would rather not disturb it.
Filthy creatures reside within.
Aggressive little thing, isn't it?
Splat.
It's a specialized form.
I don't want to wake that one.
I believe I should dispose of this.
That used to be food until I wasted it.
Good. Now I don't have to water by hand.
That should chase the shadows away.
Wind power.
Rocks. How dull.
Rocks. How dull.
Rocks. How dull.
Rocks. How dull.
Stalagmite. How dull.
Stalagmite. How dull.
Stalagmite. How dull.
Stalagmite. How dull.
That'll teach it to not be me.
Hey, that's not a statue of me!
Not my best work.
Now that's a fine statue.
They're obviously grilled.
Someone should use this to clean something.
It's dripping with venom.
A door to another room.
A hat fit for a peasant.
A meal fit for a king... or at least someone with a throne.
It smells quite atrocious.
That's not how you use a boat!
It's ferociously guarded.
It will never sail again.
All things are doomed in time.
Exactly what it looks like. Err... What does it look like?
I feel as though it is mocking my situation.
It has no apparent function.
An advanced little gadget.
It was probably hideous before soaking in bilgewater.
How on earth will I fish that out?