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Rump is just too lazy to make a toon that can actually survive.
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I hate that Rumple guy.
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Ascension

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Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

...

Suudr stood stunned, as ropey entrails began to pull themselves back into his stomach. It was agonizing as they dragged across the floor. He tried to brush off the dust and dirt that they were pulling back into his guts, but all he did was smear it along their slimy mass. Who knew that halflings had this much going on inside them?

He was fascinated on a detached level.

He stood there as his stomach muscles reknotted themselves, and the skin stitched, healing into an ugly mass of scar. His stomach now looked like an owlbears ball sack. He poked at its saggy, scarred wrinkly mess.

Oh well. Not his body anyway.



Suudr lay dizzed, as his eyeball pulled itself towards his socket. He had a unique perspective of what his ear looked like as his eyeball crawled up his face like a slug. He groaned at the feeling from eyeball meeting whiskers. He didn’t need to look down to feel the skeletons knife sliding back out of his chest. Strange how it felt cold going out, yet had been so hot going in. He coughed and spat a little blood.

He poked at the sunken patch in between his ribs, and the puckered red dip.

Oh well. Not his body anyway.



It was quite odd feeling ones brain put itself back together. There was a swirl of hallucinations and dreams, mixed with a growing self awareness. Then the floor swum into view. A dwarfs boot, with dwarf attached. Dead, as he had come to expect.

He lay for a long while, not quite enjoying the experience, but… he was determined to analyse it for all it was worth. Like that time Kofi and he had first held down that sleeping bear and they had peered inside its dirt hole.

He has always known he was special, and this, all this weirdness that had happened to him had proved it. There was only one explanation that made sense.

He was the son of Maglubiyet, and he was a god.

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Dad...

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