Originally Posted by mikecxz
WTF at that ending.
>Undead Moon Person
The dull unlight of the black sun flows through the windows, stirring you from your state of unactivity. You look out of your unwindow at the hopeless, bleak unhorizon that stretches until it enters your unview. Superficially, your current location resembles the capital of the IIE, the Holy City of the Holy Holies of Holiness, but it is most certainly not the HCotHHoH. No, this uncity is way too "Un" to be considered the real HCotHHoH which, in your opinion anyway, was always too "Re". There is not a creature in the streets. The buildings are built from a dark substance. They are much more blocky, smooth, logical, unimaginative. Even the Tower of Solus, once decked with the visage of the gods and beautiful architecture, is nothing more than a rising rectangle.
The hyper Euclidean geometry of the uncity leaves everything to the imagination. Yet, you take your eyes away from it. It is of no matter to you. You are a very unimaginative person after all. You examine the sword that is pierced through your heat. It appears as though you've been killed, yet granted an unlife. Your unability to not percieve the flow of the aether around you is a confirmation of this. You are undead. You have a feeling you know who has done this, but that person seems to be absent at the moment.
You are an alchemist, and you are a Servant of the Moon, though others would call of a Moon Person, or even worse a "bunny-eared person". You have one goal in your life, and that is to create, or find, the Philosopher's Stone. And you were so close. A recipe for the stone had been created by you and your colleagues. It seemed as though as infinite riches and immortality were finally within your reach, but you didn't want any of that. You wanted the knowledge, and the understanding of how such a glorious stone could exist. You just wanted to see and touch it. Yet, something took it all away from you. Your memories are hazy, but there seems to have been strife between you and your colleagues. Most notably between you and her
. You are not sure if you completely understand the reasoning behind this strife. It's possible that it was their simple human greed that drove you colleagues into disarray, and eventually lead to your death.
flows around you, not the Aethernet, but the net
. It is possible to synthesize a false stone here, which is the first step towards creating a true Philosopher's Stone.
Examine, Talk, Attack, Pick Up, Drop < THESE ARE YOUR FRIEND
: Sword Through Heart, PDA, Locket