Words of the Constant
Eek!
The net can contain no more.
Behold! Gold.
It's too hard for me to move.
Tut tut, I don't think it's quite ready.
The earth's mantle is churning!
Prime oceanic oscillations!
The sky is out of birds for now.
I wonder what my body's saturation point is...
Wet, wet, wet!
What lies past those bubbles?!
Hmm, the creature has retreated into the depths.
I've lost the trail in these turbulent waters!
A detailed lesson in biology!
Something nasty intends to rear its head.
Combat!
Foul cad!
Just give up.
Behave!
Respect your elders!
Well, that's over.
Oh dear.
I must reassess the situation.
I must read up on this!
Back to the drawing board!
Ah... I'm not familiar with this strain of flower.
Does it expect something of me?
I feel I should set it down now.
Odd...
It's emitting a strange energy.
The flower's energy is growing more powerful.
I feel a compulsive urge to activate it, again and again.
Deciduous seeds encased in a Pericarp.
Deciduous seeds approaching maturity.
I've successfully cooked the poison out of them.
It has expired.
This Dionaea has reached maturation.
I'm curious as to why it requires sleep.
That violates some pretty fundamental physical laws.
Somewhat prehistoric looking.
Iron that has gone through metallic bonding.
Aloe. A plant with many uses.
It's been known to have restorative properties.
That will certainly come in handy.
The seed to some kind of succulent.
A relic from another time.
A monument to some long dead god.
Parts of this are missing.
A harbinger of some sort.
It must be using some sort of ancient technology.