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Survivor

Death returns to the sender.

The light of life. Trapped.

Does this make my brain look big?

Brain of Thought

Thorny and painful, like life.

Like most things in life, it wasn't worth the effort to get this.

Beauty surrounded by pain and suffering.

Oh, to rid the world of fluff.

A prison for tiny insects.

For murdering bugs.

I don't even remember what's within anymore...

Bundled Supplies

Abigail always helped me tie the bow.

What tormented inner lives they must have.

Float on, little friend.

Dead people's stuff.

X Marks the Spot

As tenacious as my melancholy.

Not long for this world.

Rainforest Tree Sapling

I'm already practically invisible...

I think it looks better like this.

Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

It's quite pretty.

I wasn't expecting that.

Pretty, but short-lived.

I hold its life in my hands.

Let's see you get out of this sugary trap!

No more can the butterfly soar.

Butterfly Wings

I hear they feed on the dead.

Knives out.

Flattened.

Even the knife-plant has a flower. Ugh.

It's still dangerous.

I ripped all its spikes off.

Cooked Cactus Flesh

Crabbit, dressed up in a seaweed jacket.

California Roll

Darkness is looming.

I might survive this night!

A vision of Hell!

The gloom encroaches.

It's a fire.

That is not a good sign.

Only Abigail can light up my life.

Cork Candle Hat

I can get nowhere faster.

No living soul commands the sea...

This transports more junk to nowhere.

It's a carrot.

It's a carrot that's gone through a gauntlet of fire.

It's a carrot that's in the ground.

It's a carrot that's waiting to be.

I wonder if it had a twin, too.

All cats must die.

I could curl up and die in there.

Nothing like the stench of death on my head.