Dungeon Collapse Detected
Salvaging Initated•••Salvageing Complete
Stabalizeng Artificial Space•••Stabilized
Initiating Reconstruction•••
-Forming celestial Cores
-Igniting Star-Failer!
-Compressing Remnant Energy Into Composite Elements
-Compounding Elements
-Rebuilding/Rebalancing Dungeon Pillars
-ERROR•••
-Collapsing Pillars- Dungeon Tier reduced!
-ERROR•••
-Round Down Exception- minimum Tire Exceeded by -Number undetermined-
-Increaseing Dungeon Tire
-ERROR•••
-Instability Exceeds Exceptable limits
-VOIDING-DUNGEN•••
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"Damit!" Cry's out a rather striking seaming young elf like woman as she watches the dungeon she spent the last decade subverting collapse and get deleted by the Framework.
Frustration churns within her at seeing so many resources wasted. At seeing the results of so many favors wasted. " I'm at the bloody peak of this Realm! Why is it so hard to create my own Race!" She shouts in an incomprehensible tongue, leveling several mountains, in a display fitting for a battle cast monster like herself.
Despite having subverted her origins and evolved until her original form as a lowly bat type creature was long buried. Her path, the path she walked to ascend to such heights has come at the cost of many things. One of which is being functionally incapable of performing acts of creation.
And yet this young veritable demigoddess desire to create a whole new race that can worship her. Not for an alturist reason, but because accession requires belief and she has kill everyone and everything that could truly believe in her.
Eventually though something catches her eye, an almost infinitely small void ware the dungeons entrance once was. "The Framework didn't delete it… it voided the dungeon! There ls still a chance!"
Rushing forward the Demigod dose the only thing she's good at and rips open the void pocket. Sundering space and forcefully talking control over the damaged reality within. "One last shot… my last hope." Crimson drips from her fingers into the desiccated realm unknowingly creating the foundation for life.
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The Crimson Pool
Memory is odd. I don't remember when my first memory formed, but I know it wasn't my memory. How could it be mine? I don't even have a brain! Though the lack of arms, legs lungs, a heart and most all of the other important bit is probably more important. Oh! But I'm definitely alive! I've got a wobbly membrane full of soft goo, and a hard marble center called a nucleus! Theses lots of others like me here in the pool too. We're not really siblings but we kind of are.
What I do know is I'm Special because I can take there memories! Okay I can take some of there memories…a memory… if I can touch them. But it's enough, since they don't really have many memories anyway. Most of us, me included, just have vague impressions of something called LIFE. But we don't really have an inate means of recognizing these feelings.
Which makes sense we're single cellular organisms drifting in soop…I think it's soop.I can't really tast or see.
Now my imaginary observer, you might be wondering how my perspective changed to grant me a semblance of self awareness. Simple!
I've absorbed a lot of memories. And occasionally I find a memory fragment I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have, but they all combine together into something like this.
Within an eternal void between realities a flickering light appears before an indescribable entity and is calmly addressed. You have died. I've what!? You're karma is being weighed. What do you mean! Im dead! Ware is this? Ware is my body! Don't you know who I am! Your karma is below -100% What gives you the right to judge me! Three rebirth options are available.
•None sentient Tire-1 creature. No memory retention. Choose a starting skill before rebirth.
• Bound conciseness. Selective logistic memory retention only based on designated purpose. Vessel based on creator's desire.
•Gamble. Race-Random. Memory retention-Random. Starting skill obtained-Random. No vessel customization before rebirth.
Chose and ASCEND!
Of course the responses very, but most of the memory bits I've bundled together are a mixe of upset, angry, or hysterical. I'm honestly really curious about who they were! But none of the memories I've stolen go that far back and stay coherent. Which once again makes sense single cellular organisms aren't supposed to retain memories like this. Which is probably why my Status Page looks so funky. I like looking at it but it doesn't do me much good, you know cause I can't move.
Name-NA
Age-NA
Titles-NA
Race-basic cell
•LV-0
•Tier-0
Class-NA
•LV-0
•Tier-0
Profession-NA
"LV-0
•Tier-0
Skills-
•Memory Thief-LV(9)
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It all just kinda cuts off after the skills section. There used to be even less with only the skill readable! But as lucidity has became more regular my Status Page began filling in. In part I think it's because I'm slowly becoming better able to understand the information, on the other hand I think it's because my skill is slowly leveling up.
Untimely it doesn't matter. I'm stuck here drifting in soop, with all my other sibling, one day I'll undergo mitosis and die. Presumably when enough people get randomly reborn as basic cells like me. Until then I'll just relax trying not to go insane and goble up my siblings memories when ever we bump into each other. And hopefully this I'll give me some good karma for when I pass on this time.