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*He sighs, picking a small flower, and spins it in his claws*
See?
*The flower begins turning black, and crumbles away into fine ash*
That's why you get a resistant plant!
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*He sighs, picking a small flower, and spins it in his claws*
See?
*The flower begins turning black, and crumbles away into fine ash*
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They only die when I touch them. I can't eat them if they disintegrate when I pass by.
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Any green thing I touch bursts into dust and ash. Wither doesn't even begin to describe it.
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Then how do you suggest that I eat them, if they turn to dust upon contact?
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Plants shrivel and rot around me. I'm a Undead.
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And I'm a carnivore.
*He begins pulling the amaranthinic power from the wall, into his hand*
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They're everywhere. It's a infinitely renewable food source.
*He touches the amaranthine with the tip of his claws*
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*the wall goes dim around where you poke*
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I'm always hungry.