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Survivor

A death machine has been given life.

Living Artifact

It would taste excellent dead and smothered in butter.

I would like a spoon.

Its death will give me life.

A lobster dinner lives there.

It's met its maker. I've met my lunch.

It's a feast!

Delicious Wobster

Trapped by Maxwell's statues, forever alive.

Just a burning log.

Just a log.

This looks heavy, slow and dangerous.

It flourishes on the waves of sorrow.

This beauty will also die.

Its death was tasty.

Cooked Lotus Root

Hello... 'Lucy'. I'd like you to meet my sister.

A very dapper item storage system.

It consumes all.

Life goes on.

This is a lot of blade.

It pulses with unknown power.

The earth's guts, cooled and ready for mining.

The earth's guts, cooled and ready for mining.

The earth's guts, cooled and ready for mining.

The earth's guts, cooled and ready for mining.

For a closer look at life's horrors.

Magnifying Glass

I wonder what he did.

Alas, poor mandrake!

The mighty mandrake. I should pick it at night.

Onward, my vegetable minion!

Abigail lives in the ground too.

Another abomination.

Boiled the life out of him.

Now it's just food.

It's quite elegant.

What a shame.

It contains his fuzzy wuzzy essence.

Smooth and lifeless.

Even stone can not withstand the constant pull of decay.

There is no thrum of life within this cold tree.

Even thorns burn.

A bush that always hurts.

It hurt me to do that.

It's a plant.

What a pathetic sprout.

It's burning.

Black like my heart.

Its spikes were no protection.

A tree that knows only pain.

I feel a strange kinship with him.

He sure has a taste for the dramatic.