C:~ I was too naive to realise just how delicate the task of reviving my kind truly was. Those creatures speak, but you can hear a barely noticeable hiss in their voices that gives away their artificial nature. Their blood palette is full of different shades, but none of them make any sense. They have arms and legs just like we did, but the mere touch of their slimy, cold skin is utterly repulsive. My finest creation turned out to be my deepest shame and disappointment. It's been centuries since then and I still wonder: was it predestined? Was there a way to save the mothergrub from corruption?<
"= you opted for this path? ah. we lost ours entirely, you know, so our current population is an immortal-ish imported-troll stop gap as we attempt to source a mother grub from somewhere. a universal reincarnation system is a pretty good stop gap. ="