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Survivor

That... is an ex-bird.

Dead? No. Just sleeping.

The emptiness is eating him from the inside out.

Now it is truly free.

Poor bird.

There can be a fate worse than death.

Sticks and silk turned lethal.

So much hope, dashed.

No bird will ever come of it.

Mr. Crow, you don't look well.

Something is terribly wrong with that bird.

What does he pray for?

Clockwork Bishop

Ouch...

Time wins all battles.

Black, like a mourning shroud.

Shall we set the world on fire?

To pierce the hearts of my foes...

To burn and pierce!

Blow in one end, pain comes out the other.

Not the big sleep, just a temporary one.

Airborne lightning and death.

A familiar, chilling embrace.

Blue like... er... a sad bird?

Such an icy gaze...

Whoever drew this is probably dead.

I'm surprised we didn't die trying to get this.

A fungus to preserve the monotony.

All is malleable.

Cooked Blue Cap

Musty.

I would hide too, if I could.

Harvested.

Even scarier for the trees.

A shame you have to perish.

Your death will be swift.

Grand Forge Boarrior

Wreckage is all that remains.

Wreckage is all that remains.

Wreckage is all that remains.

To mend what the cruel seas have crushed.

It will probably fall apart before I can reach shore. If I'm lucky.

Where do we go from here?

Race Checkpoint

I should throw this in the water.

Race Checkpoint Kit

We are all just racing to the end.

Charlie's Racer

Why try to avoid the inevitable?

Why try to avoid the inevitable?

A useful guide, or a marker for a watery grave...

Thorny Buoy Kit

A useful guide, or a marker for a watery grave...

Golden Buoy Kit

Will you silently bear witness to what befalls us?

Broodling Spectator

Is this the start or the end? Or the start of the end?

Does it matter where? It's all a game isn't it?

Start Tower Kit

I could put things in there. I guess.