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Survivor

Some ground.

It's just ground.

It's just ground.

It's just ground.

Tidal Marsh Turf

Some ground.

It's just ground.

Some ground.

Wooden Flooring

Who's gobbling now?

Plucked from the ground before their prime.

Nature is very angry!

It has no awareness of the ills of this world.

The clouds weep.

It looks more appetizing this way.

It's not done, like life.

Now you may kill no more.

Take my heart's blood, I've no use for it.

I wish you nightmares.

The maw of death itself.

If only I could fly away.

Their dead drop the cure to their sickness.

Objects from a dead thing.

Unruly life.

The mountain that spews death to the heavens!

The fiery breath of the volcano is mine to command!

It's closed for business.

Volcano Altar of Snackrifice

Let the sacrifice begin!

Volcano Altar of Snackrifice

Shame. No more weapons of fire to forge.

A beautiful altar of death.

Shall I leave this place of hot death?

A wretched shadow of its former self.

They're definitely waffles.

For walking this weary world.

Life is an endless enigma.

Suspicious Crack

The ship has been obliterated.

Slimy on top.

It would be more useful if I placed it.

Defenses down.

That is a mere suggestion of defense.

Their defensive value is questionable.

A wall of the dead to beat back the living.

A wall made of living coral... No longer.

The moon... she whispers promises of protection to me.

This gift from above should not go to waste.

A wall.

These didn't protect the ancients did they!

Are the very stones haunted?

What will protect me from what's inside?

These won't protect from the demons within.

The inevitable is coming.

Now I can delay the inevitable.