Words of the Constant
Ride the lightning, you big egg.
Filthy.
I've never had it before.
Bloody bloodsucking bloodsuckers.
I got him.
What sort of fiend would come up with this?
Nasty stuff.
Let's test it on one of those merms, shall we?
Do I have to touch it? What if I just stand near it?
A bloody sack. With blood in it.
That's a fluffy... thing.
That one's already been done in.
What lies beneath?
It brings a small respite from this wretched cold.
Always did have a flair for the dramatic...
A bit ominous looking.
The duality of mine.
I don't trust anyone who walks so jauntily.
It's gonna blow!
It possesses a spritely magic.
Singing it released the toxic cloud!
I don't like how much magic is collecting in that.
Only ash and ruin remain here.
Smells... "piney".
The mushrooms have really taken to the log.
Rotten, all the way through. I relate.
Nothing grows in these frigid wastes.
They seem to be doing well.
It's so full it's almost obscene.
C'est la vie.
I suppose we're decorating with fungus now.
A rather pale light.
Who ordered the mushroom flambe?
I'm partial to the lavender shade, myself.
A light to repel the encroaching shadow.
Exceptionally disgusting.
I hope I'm not standing next to it when it goes off.
Where's Waldo?
How garish.
Exceptionally disgusting.
Oh fine, do what you like.
Ugh, it smells bad.
Exceptionally disgusting.
It's spawning.
It smells of rot and failure.
Exceptionally disgusting.
Could it get any less appealing?
It's even more brutish than before.
Quite the freak of nature, aren't you?
Chew with your beak closed!