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Survivor

I envy your peace.

Fly, far from here.

How easily it forgets its troubles.

But where's the rest of the peg-person?

All dressed up, but where to go?

Dumb bird! Stay away from my berries!

A lovely little pouch of nutrients.

I have destroyed something beautiful.

They are painted with the colors of my soul.

Let my words be known to those who creep and crawl.

The wretched beast must have been sick.

So that I may penetrate the earth itself.

He can steal my money, but not my soul.

Heavy hangs the crown.

I don't blame you.

A wretched creature.

What horrors does it dream of?

Do you know my sister Abigail?

This little piggie looks mean.

They are more useful in death.

He's been burnt down.

Kill the pig. Spill his blood.

Nothing lasts forever.

I hope they're enjoying themselves.

At least they are comfortable.

Always on the outside, looking in.

Destruction wins again.

Shelter won't save you from death.

Doomed.

I wish I could be happy with a pastoral existence.

(sigh) Beautiful destruction.

Quarry Lodgings

A home for otherworldly creatures.

Quarry Lodgings

Live it up while you can, Your Majesty.

He's better off, now.

I still feel alone.

They are so standoffish.

How Orwellian.

A creature of the night!

Earthly wealth has no use in death.

Alas, not dead yet.

Can you heal my heart?

Only a temporary sleep.

Your curiosities are nothing compared to my Abigail.

Temporarily sedated.

No magic of yours will ease my sorrow.

Temporary amnesty from misery.

A simple life for a simple creature.

A simple mind rests easy.

All plants wither and die.

Sleep is but a fool's paradise.