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It seems like Standanat was also a crafty one, his amoebas were far greater in numbers but this did not discourage the Chaos One. He seen this as a challenge, he needed to be more aggressive towards Standanat's creatures if he wanted a chance in this game.

He noticed that the stinging creatures seemed to be changing so that his creatures was less effective, this wouldn't do. He needed an upper hand in this game. Of course, more lethal potions were always a plus however he needed something more. He began to think, and then he come to a realization. In order for the other species to be poisoned, they need to die, but what if so that... they are more than one cell, so even if one cell is destroyed my minstrels of madness would be able to live on while the aggressor would die.

But that is too passive, he thought. Wait, he continued to ponder. He can to realization if he could make his cell bigger and more poisonous he could simply overpower Standant's creatures. This excited him, and he went to work immediately. Some poisons worked like a charm, other immediately killed the host. He was overjoyed by the excitement of his and Standanat's game.

Occasionally he tried to talk to Standanat, he never got a response but he just presumed that Standanat was more a silent and calculating type and just keep talking. He would say things such as "Good idea" and "Oh, that will come back to get you." There was no way to know that Standanat was able to hear him or if Standanat was even real, but.. The Chaos One was lonely, he needed Standanat to be real, so even if he couldn't prove it, his companions existence was a fact in his mind.

He then realized, he never named his amoeba. He decided to name them Barbars. That name was good as any, ,and he liked it .He keep saying it to himself and then decided he didn't liked it. He keep trying to pull names from his figurative hat: Dand, Kaneit, Ssannek, Atuna. Until, one name stuck, Naes. He thought to himself how they would be Naes, his Minstrels of Madness and he loved it.

He noticed how Standanat's amoebas were started to organize and he hated it. He started to make his naes more random and unpredictable. Order bored him, and he wasn't about to let it infect his little beast too. He noticed the naes were starting to become more organized, which confused him how just little creatures could make decisions on there on, but he saved him in time.

He also noticed that one of Standant's creature seemed to turn against him in the volcanic vents were naes couldn't reach. He noticed that he could insert his influence over them and realized if he could, he could get an upper hand on Standanat. This was one of his chances to be more aggressive against his rival He focused his energy and start to try to convert these rogue beast to his side

I have a reason not to use my whole 15%, but I would rather not say or it might mess up my plans.
Leon was down in with the cells, teasing the cellmates with promises of food. The only one he intended to feed was himself. He promised food to those foolish enough to touch the door. As soon as they did, he grabbed it and paralyzed them, and slowly drained of there naturally occurring electricity. When he walked away, he left them parazlyed and only made an off-handed comment to any nearby guard to try not to forget to feed the person he just drained.

When one of the guards asked for him, he followed and went to Ivan's office as he was told.
The Chaos One began to grow bored with simply making random codes in the genetics of his species. That was until he realized that some of the codes he made produced poisons that killed most of his amoebas, but the ones that survived grew and became slightly poisonous themselves. The Chaos One was pleased with this discovery and found new drive to push forward. The idea of poisons intrigued him, and he wanted to make more.

Right now, the poison was really ineffective. It only had a slight chance to kill those who tried to eat the Chaos One's creation that couldn't do. He then realized that other complex creatures were poping out of no one where. He wasn't upset though. He thought he found someone who wanted to play with him, and this excited him greatly. He imaged them both constructing massive armies of ameoba and having them both armies killing each other and then starting again. This sounded really fun. He named his hypothetical playmate, Slandanat.

He thought to himself if Standanat amoebas wanted to eat his amoebas, he wouldn't get away scott-free. He had to make better creatures! And better poisons! He had to do many things to prepare for his and Standanat's game. So many things, and so much time. He know that this would be highly entertaining.

I am considering playing a healer like a druid or cleric, but leaning towards a sorcerer because I am already playing quite a few healers in different RPs.
If you're wondering, I am already laying the ground work for poisons and toxins and venom which will probably be a staple of most of my creatures.
The Chaos One knew not how he was born, nor did he care. He seen a vast, empty world below and he decided that this world stall be his kingdom of chaost. This entity had one simple objective, to entertain himself however he so wished. He seen there was creatures on the surface, and decided that they shall be his minstrels of madness. The Chaos One pondered what he wanted to do with his newly gained property and contemplated.

Then he got an idea, he would scramble there DNA into something happened! The idea was exciting. He toyed with their DNA, causing many die and didn't really help or hinder those who survived. Breaking down their genes and scrambling and trying to find out what made it tick was fun. He made completely random codes that seemed to have little to no purpose, but it was cool they was there. Maybe they would useful later, or maybe not.

He made his amoebas highly aggressive. The Chaos One noticed that there was other creatures on this planet, and they was no under his sphere. He was not bothered by this. What fun would his games be if there was not another player? It was awe-inspiring to think there might be another player in his game of madness, or more, or maybe some higher comsic force but as he thought deeper into this, he got bored and went back to messing with the amoeba DNA.

Do we start?
I have been wanting to get into some more tabletops, but I don't have any DnD books.
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