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Survivor

Darkness is looming.

Endothermic Fire Pit

I might survive this night!

Endothermic Fire Pit

A vision of a frozen-over Hell!

Endothermic Fire Pit

The gloom encroaches.

Endothermic Fire Pit

It's a weird fire.

Endothermic Fire Pit

That is not a good sign.

Endothermic Fire Pit

Is the emptyness all around us now?

Broken-down Chest

East.

I am directionless.

North.

Northeast.

Northwest.

North. No wait, South.

Southeast.

Southwest.

West.

Rot and decay.

I suppose this will do well enough.

Ashes to ashes.

Dry and brittle.

Food for worms.

It's far too watery, the poor plants might drown.

It's poop. Sigh.

Shall I even bother building this?

What's the point of filling my stomach when my heart remains empty...

It was a good death. You will be delicious.

Cooked Mandrake

The remaining blood has been cooked away.

Cooked evil is still evil.

Cooked Monster Meat

Fire has purified it.

Their faces are twisted with hunger.

I'm protected, but at what cost to my dignity.

Cookie Cutter Cap

All that remains of its former occupant.

Cookie Cutter Shell

The writing has been smudged away, the words forgotten.

Burnt to a crisp.

Whatever's in there isn't dead yet.

It needs to boil.

Finally, food.

As empty as my soul.

It seems alive but not.

Nucleation Fluid

It's matted, patchy and putrid.

I could make a corny joke, but I'll refrain.

This corn couldn't handle the heat.

I could pop enough corn for everyone.

The seed of life, so tiny in my hand.

Clustered Seeds

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

Blacksmith Costume

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

So pretty.

Princess Costume