The birthday* boy is now apparently twelve years old, and has just compiled another inch, putting him at 5'3". The latest upgrade has also produced the most noticeable drop in his voice so far
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Evil Chicken was so busy inspecting the forest soil, looking for a place to plant his evil catnip, that he didn't notice the impromptu theater being set up. He didn't notice the demon bunnies had stopped "visiting" him.
That is until he heard the dog chasing after a bunny.
Then he saw the dog. And what it looked like.
"Oh gods, what is it what is it what is it what is it what is it what is it?"
Then he saw the vidscreens. Then the boy. The green plastic looking boy.
The chicken had enough sense left in him to teleport off the ground and into one of the trees. Not enough to teleport far far away from the things that are inspiring his existential horror.
Killing a tree, a tree that was protecting a world.
And it couldn't protect itself. No one was protecting it, apparently.
The chicken let out what sounded like a sigh. An actual sound this time, not mind speak.
That is what's wrong with magic. So much power, just waiting. Hiding in things that won't be defended. Easy to exploit. Easy to abuse. No matter that Evil Chicken abused magic with joy. He was going to exploit magic to one one its extremes someday, not to become a god, but to destroy the universes magic has corrupted. Or convince the gods to destroy the universes and each other over some silly prize. Pride is always an easily exploitable prize.
He thought the scene playing in the observation was fake, but it gave him ho-snap out of it!-
"Hmm... what does this Blodwen want with... Mary's world?"
Blodwen... will she be bait, or a trigger? Perhaps a prize.
That is until he heard the dog chasing after a bunny.
Then he saw the dog. And what it looked like.
"Oh gods, what is it what is it what is it what is it what is it what is it?"
Then he saw the vidscreens. Then the boy. The green plastic looking boy.
The chicken had enough sense left in him to teleport off the ground and into one of the trees. Not enough to teleport far far away from the things that are inspiring his existential horror.
No, he had to watch.
"OvO"
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And it couldn't protect itself. No one was protecting it, apparently.
The chicken let out what sounded like a sigh. An actual sound this time, not mind speak.
That is what's wrong with magic. So much power, just waiting. Hiding in things that won't be defended. Easy to exploit. Easy to abuse. No matter that Evil Chicken abused magic with joy. He was going to exploit magic to one one its extremes someday, not to become a god, but to destroy the universes magic has corrupted. Or convince the gods to destroy the universes and each other over some silly prize. Pride is always an easily exploitable prize.
He thought the scene playing in the observation was fake, but it gave him ho-snap out of it!-
"Hmm... what does this Blodwen want with... Mary's world?"
Blodwen... will she be bait, or a trigger? Perhaps a prize.
Stop thinking! There may be mind readers about!
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"Sorry, you are having a party here and I am reminding you about bad things. How rude of me. What is this feast about?"
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"So, I am guessing when you are fifteen here you will be three at home?"
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