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Survivor

Eww.

It tastes how it looks.

Cooked Gummy Slug

Ah, to be so simple.

An empty bag of hunger.

An empty bag of hunger.

It is mindlessly chasing after rocks.

It certainly didn't help its original owner.

The slurtles pop out when they outgrow it.

It shimmers with slimy anticipation.

Pieces of broken slurtle dreams.

Hello there, little one.

Are you empty inside?

A black hole from which seeds never return.

It smells like tiny fear.

Meat, turned dry and delicious.

Perishable.

It blazes with more passion than I know.

Devoid of arms or legs. I'd be angry too.

A broth made from a dead animal.

Snake Bone Soup

I think it looks better like this.

Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

It's quite pretty.

This fills me with a sense of mistrust.

It shed its skin, with my assistance.

A hat of trophies, wrenched from the dead!

Gross, but efficient.

Snakes are everywhere.

A reminder of my own mortality.

I wish I had that kind of fire in my soul.

The only thing worse than a snake is a poison one.

One day I hope to join you.

It calls out for my demise.

Only momentarily less odious.

That one has a larger shell.

Such graceful swimming. Such tasty flesh.

I should put it out of its misery.

I have become the destroyer of worlds.

It deals death from a distance!

Each shot inflicts a suffocating sickness.

Poison Speargun

Why throw a spear when you can shoot it?

Jabbing with fire.

One jab and they'll be retching.

It seems a tad dramatic.

Doesn't spice up my life.

Spicy Vegetable Stinger

We will meet again some day.

A creature of the night!

Evil is sleeping.

A nest of filth and villainy.

A tiny package full of death and destruction.

Even in death, this beast causes pain.