[b]Hedonism.[/b]

What the supposed "noble" transformed humanoid failed to understand was the underlying motivation for all of this. To increase pleasure, to decrease pain. Enacting conflict to ultimately erase conflict. To be a glutton. Disgust at this was simply wrong! Were it one second or a trillion quadrillion septillion lifetimes crisscross strewn over dimensions absurdum, nothing with utmost certainty transcended [i]The Hunger[/i]. Nothing!

And yet what was this strange creature that its attacks and movements were making the roots shake in anticipation of death? Then this was the [color=red]Legion[/color]'s binding impulse that united its ranks, more so than hunger: [i]survival.[/i]If it was a matter of myriad thoughts in but a moment, rest assured, the Friar's tortured fellows thinking in tandem unified in perception unified in sensation mashed into a stew of consciousness operated in much the same capacity. And the realization Mulch needed came about entirely thanks to the *linear*, *condensed* outreaches of the mighty Yang.

It was too much redundancy. Repetition rather than amplification. Inefficiency. Even the biomass was size for reach, not for power. A true threat, the true might.. needed not this baggage. The smaller creature had the right idea. [b]Compact. Compress.[/b]

[b][i]Shyyyk[/i][/b][i]yykkk[/i]
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The roadway of mirror images, heralding the mighty fist true, would see success as it struck the ocean of flesh. If a tree did have rings, then each layer annihilated would for the briefest of instants be a chorus of screaming human beings of varied origins, cries blended together into the eruption of great energy. And yet the "tree" had its final purpose before being discarded as a vessel carried out even amidst gushing seas of fractalkine fluid defying boundary. For something dreadful fired from its depths up its "canopy" at speeds that themselves broke typical visual constraints. A singular streak of color-- its avatar: a shining red orb five feet in diameter.

[img]https://i.imgur.com/80g25fc.png[/img]

The nucleus. Evading its own would-be corpse, it propelled itself 90 degrees from its exit hole with velocity that made multiple large asteroids see a hole manifest on them sans visual indication of what object pierced them to any normal probing eye, prior to disintegrating in a ghastly red mist. This was quite different than the animalistic preservation tactic of the seafaring monster it had employed earlier, abandoning far more than just some auxiliary organs; it was more to say this was recognition the hunt could not be conducted at minimal energy and required [i]truth.[/i] 

Abandoning blood and even the veins that carried it, abandoning pleasure. Abandoning the many selves, conquests, and bodies. Abandoning pleasure. Abandoning the myriad minds and their prides. 

Its sunken voids that made up "eyes" seemed to have gazed downward with preparation; its orb-like body in a state of layered plasma. To prepare, for the next set of movements, the next wave of energy, the next weapon, [b]the next[/b]. 

[b]Mulch Axiom[/b] had emerged.
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