"The god of Fear and hunger was a pure child, a blank slate birthed in the darkest pits of human creation. That is where she grew, that is all she knew. She was the pure representation of fear and hunger, not spoiled by even a glimmer of hope.
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Mankind had seen its share of stagnation and suffering... To rise from those perilous pits, growing pains were necessary. Progress comes at a price. Fear motivated people while hunger kept them moving forward. People cherished hardship and drew inspiration from it. The learned from it." ]
She's a pretty unique god... sad, though... protector of the abandoned... a mover of the world, ushering in a whole new era.
I have to believe that there is some truth to it... and... I do.
[ she smiles. ]
But ultimately, these bibles will be bibles. Religious tomes are full of interesting discrepancies when written by the hands of humanity. There's probably equal parts true, extrapolation, and pure marking shit up.
marina just looks down at the book and then back at pickles. and gives him a scritch under the chin if he allows. telegraphs her motions obviously for it. ]
... A little bit. I grew up in a dark place. What about you? Where'd a puppy like you grow up?
[ Dogs are not meant to have drawing for their skills, but Pickles tries anyway. He next draws an extremely uneven circle. It doesn't look like an oval. ]
she will carefully take her stick and draw her own circle beside it, but the circle will just have... another circle and a couple of stick legs and... it's a very silly looking cartoon stick dog. ]
Well, I tried. I'm better at sigils than actual artistry...
One day, I'd like to go somewhere far, far away. Somewhere no one knows who I am, or anything about me. I'd... open up a bookshop, an occult store. I'd live happily, I think, surrounded by books and bobs.
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Huh? Oh! That's a clever little thing around your neck. Convenient. Well...
This isn't the book from the church here. Promise. Though it is a bible, it's not that bible. Whew, what a headache that one is.
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Awoo.
[ The puppy wishes to read. ]
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[ looking down at it and tilting her head. man. she supposes since the gods can't reach her here, that she knows of, that this should be okay. ]
Yeah. I don't see why not. Come on, let's find a place to sit and I'll crack it open.
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"The god of Fear and hunger was a pure child, a blank slate birthed in the darkest pits of human creation. That is where she grew, that is all she knew. She was the pure representation of fear and hunger, not spoiled by even a glimmer of hope.
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Mankind had seen its share of stagnation and suffering... To rise from those perilous pits, growing pains were necessary. Progress comes at a price. Fear motivated people while hunger kept them moving forward. People cherished hardship and drew inspiration from it. The learned from it." ]
She's a pretty unique god... sad, though... protector of the abandoned... a mover of the world, ushering in a whole new era.
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The puppy wonders if this is a true story. ]
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[ she smiles. ]
But ultimately, these bibles will be bibles. Religious tomes are full of interesting discrepancies when written by the hands of humanity. There's probably equal parts true, extrapolation, and pure marking shit up.
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Awoo.
[ The puppy wonders if you relate to her.
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marina just looks down at the book and then back at pickles. and gives him a scritch under the chin if he allows. telegraphs her motions obviously for it. ]
... A little bit. I grew up in a dark place. What about you? Where'd a puppy like you grow up?
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The puppy grew up in London in the 1960s. ]
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London... the name sounds a little bit like where Daan's from.
[ the equivalent is rondon. which is funny. rub rub scritch scritch. ]
I'm from a place called Prehevil. It's 1942 there.
This device around your neck... did someone make it for you? Or are you even smarter than I already know you are?
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Woof, woof.
[ The puppy introduces you to Doggie, the best dog translating device built by Mr. APPLe.
Pickles snorts when it says "best". He clearly doesn't think it's the best. ]
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[ the snort! help! she laughs a bit. ]
Mr. Apple, huh? I mean, I guess it's better than playing charades, but it probably doesn't do justice to what you're really saying, does it...?
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The puppy wishes to be understood. ]
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[ gentle ear scritches. ]
Is there anything you think I could do to help understand you more? Does this puppy have other ways he likes to communicate?
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Oh this I can absolutely get behind this.
[ just for fun, she'll take a rogue stick and replicate the cube. the ground's uneven, it's not impressive. ]
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she will carefully take her stick and draw her own circle beside it, but the circle will just have... another circle and a couple of stick legs and... it's a very silly looking cartoon stick dog. ]
Well, I tried. I'm better at sigils than actual artistry...
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Woof!
[ The puppy likes this very much. ]
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[ ruffles him gently. ]
You're a very good friend, Pickles... people must be lucky to have you by their side back home.
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[ The puppy wants a peaceful life. ]
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One day, I'd like to go somewhere far, far away. Somewhere no one knows who I am, or anything about me. I'd... open up a bookshop, an occult store. I'd live happily, I think, surrounded by books and bobs.
Peaceful.
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[ The puppy thinks being surrounded by books in peace sounds wonderful.
He certainly looks happy about it. Pickles doesn't even mind the occult part either. That's not his part to judge. ]
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You are a dog of philosophy, after all... We really need a library in this place.
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