What We're Doing♦♦♦♦♦What We're Doingin The OCs, Written Stuff
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“After all, rarely do the men who orchestrate wars find themselves holding the instruments. It's those holding the instruments, you see, they go and they die, they die at each others hands, and all their familiars and relations they weep and they cry revenge, and then the whole thing's sunk. Then the whole thing is personal, and if it lasts long enough it is cultural, and then for all the original maestros may wish most dearly to cease the thing it is too late, don't you see. The match is lit, the throat, is slit.”
Private Lanson squirmed, still adjusting to his heavy standard-issue boots, belts, and helm. The drawling voice in the shadow had been going in this vein for a good ten minutes and it hadn't helped him settle into his uniform one bit.
“Wars are fought for other people. For crowns and cravats who failed to keep the peace with words. And also for th
Rambling on TonyThe Unholy Incarnation of Gluttony (Tony, for short) has been more or less benignly wandering the Network for nearly four hundred years, carefully controlled by its host and master, the kindly Eric Thedrial.Rambling on Tonyin The OCs, Written Stuff
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What IS Tony, exactly? Despite rumors and poetic phrasing, Tony is NOT a demonic entity representing a deadly sin, it is not actually even a separate being from Eric. Psychologically, Tony's what you get when you inhibit everything in the human mind save the powerful animal impulse to eat stuff. Religion/demons/sins really have nothing to do with Tony.
Tony is the result of a morality curse, meant to demonstrate to the once spoiled Lord Thedrial the essence of his greed by removing entirely his human willpower and control over base instincts (which he was so poorly exercising anyway) transforming him for periods into a destructive, self-destructive, mindless and mortifying mass of monster. And then returning him to human form to think about what he'd done.
Tony is largely a metapho
The FoustsTwo of my characters have obscenely large immediate families which I thought I'd finally share a bit about. And we shall start with this bunch.The Foustsin The OCs, Written Stuff
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Before we go, a reminder that we're in my other storyverse, Hellecker, entirely separate from the Network stories.
This would be Morgan Daubenmire's family as they were seven years ago, just before Morgan secretly and accidentally became the world's most incredible shapeshifter, faked her death, and fled from home.
The Fousts are a moderately poor farming family hunkered down in the rural county of Honeywell. The region is a warm, wide-open area of modest hills traced by little creeks and ponds cloaked in mosquito-ridden bushes, with one large and lazy river tapped into by dozens of cat-tail-clogged irrigation ditches winding off into myriad fields.
Common crops are wheat, barley, peas, and lentils, many families also keep orchards, and everyone has a garden, chickens, and milk cow for their own use. S