@thisisgonnahurt: A twisted smile came to its face only to fade as it thought of how to ask, its body contorting and shivering in anticipation it finally spoke "Can you built such an object that a living island cannot detect it?" simple and to the point was the question. Without giving anything outright away he asked what he needed.
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@thisisgonnahurt: Creature of impulse but no where a creature of less intelligence, Ginju watched as the mad man created something. Ginju could smell it, it was flesh but it knew it was something else as well. Something massive and tiny filled there brain as the creation was placed onto his open mouth. Eyes many narrowed on the madman and its tongue stretched out, placing the creation into a newly formed hand that jutted from its massive and changing body. Its eyes shot from the mass stretche out on stalks and blinked at the new thing in front of it, taking a bite from the creation the flesh swirled in its mouth and then swallowed. It filled its insides well but the creature known as Ginju was not satisfied. Now it took a form that akin to a more humanoid specimen. Legs formed and it stood tall, its head forming into something less Lovecraftian and more human.
Holding the creation out to the mad man it spoke "We...are...not fools doctor. We need to kill what we eat, but the offer was appreciated. IF you gave it life and it moved...perhaps it would be more fun." Ginju now fully formed in a sense it had clear thought, its base form was instinctual no thinking needed just fight and feed. Now he was a more formed creature, his brain high functioning
@thisisgonnahurt: Tossing the empty shell his gelatinous form transformed into a large face with an odd smile across its body. Ooze dripping tendrils thud to the ground, he looked the creature before him up and down. All he muttered was "We...are...hungry..." a large tongue sliding from the great big mouth that formed in the center of his body
@thisisgonnahurt: Darkness is everywhere and it never eludes to being anything but darkness, a place where the dark and depraved can exist without falter. An from within this darkness the being that has taken on the moniker of Ginju slowly slithers. A long trail of what resembles a snails trail, sticky and reflective in the small amount of light that shines from machines. It slowly slides at the feet of the many machines that steam and bark with loud thumps and clomps. The robotic nature of nearly all within the Engine, its noises of constant movement echo and create an almost symphonic resonance that Ginju can find soothing. They don't move for any other reason than thats what they were designed for, the ooze that slithers on the ground slowly wraps around an automaton and squeezes, the robot continues to function even in his tight embrace. As he squeezes all he says is "More...." the action of destroying something that has no life to give him still gives him a wondrous sensation of glee and he wants to continue his "onslaught"
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