Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Inorganic Demons, Xenolithic Artefacts.

See end for the why and where of this one.

Undesirable without power, an unearthed tool (weapon) shivers to life. First it selects the host, or a host embraces it, the process is unclear. The first host, an individual. Then a group. Then a population. The tendrils spread upwards, outwards, and all will feel the effects. They have forms beyond reckoning, a seductive revulsion, sickening attraction, a leper-temptation.

Roll thrice, summate to create.

d10
a
b
c
1
Twisting
Despairing
Bones (Animal, Fish, Other)
2
Swirling
Jubilant
Ashes (Organic, Mineral)
3
Smoking
Furious
Ceramic (Whole, Smashed)
4
Retracting
Hungry
Meat (Animal, Fish, Other)
5
Expanding
Uncaring
Metal  (Earthly, Unearthly)
6
Inflating
Sickened
Writing (Forgotten)
7
Exploring
Lustful
Glass (Smashed, Whole, Cracked)
8
Collapsing
Alienating
Liquid (Oil, oil, oil, oil)
9
Constructing
Sincere
Intangible
0
Roll twice
Roll twice
Roll twice

Grip it, feel it, taste it, know it. Or rather, it knows you, and you are now of it, a nerve receptacle, inextricable from the thing itself. Distance has nothing to do with this special relationship. Feed it stimuli, and feel the encroaching presence as power and knowledge. Both the power and the knowledge are very much real, although the gain is illusory – you are not gaining, you are being supplanted, replaced.

Roll once grow slow. Grinding of tectonic plates.

d4
The knowledge is the power, or the power knowledge.
1
Void. Holes. Worm-machines consuming willing solid (all solid is willing, defined by void)
2
Illumination. The light can blind, ignite, reveal and obscure through sheer overload.
3
Decomposition. All things trend towards a stable form, calcifying as corpses, oil, coal. A process of stabilization, fast-forwarded.
4
Feedback. One process informs another, informing the initial. An endless web of reaction, waiting to be pulled.

It is something Othered. It is something Inorganic, and so there are consequences. Inflicted by its uncaring presence yet also an allergic reaction, a systems desperate rejection of the parasite, the invader. A price paid for such a thing.

Roll once and tremble. Measurable by our reckoning of time.

d4
Self-inflicted wounds of the aggressor.
1
Organic rot, a riot of disease, malady, canker, cancer and biological failure.
2
Images, scents, sounds of place in your fragile egg-shell skull. Lose days uncountable to it, and learn nothing.
3
You are Marked, and the others will know you by it. They grow by the defeat of their own kind, and others now ache in their slumber to strike your parasite down.
4
Conversion towards something else entirely. Organics become Inorganic. Something not-machine but mechanical replaces organs, limbs, thoughts.


Such things are only destroyed by their own kind, which grow in such an act. Their presence is inescapable, the only brief reprieve given by returning them to their burial/bed chambers, far below the soil and stone.

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This is pretty heavily inspired by the book I'm reading at the moment. It's batshit insane, but has some great ideas, although the writing itself is complete word salad - I'm probably missing most of what I'm reading but goddamn is it evocative. This THING above is inspired by the note on Inorganic Demons. I'll probably be doing several things based on the stuff I get from this tome. Available on Amazon.

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