conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Matar: Spoiler 
  Doing some roleplaying with my nephew for the FoB game. This isn't canon, just trying to work out his personality and how they're gonna get along
   
  
  
  Flesh became melted flesh and tumor-bull became a humanoid shaped... thing. Much like Christopher the beast grew from a stem made of nerves. The stem gave birth to petals of skin and thorns of bones. And from there things simply... took off. Hair grew. Teeth popped from bare gums. The Mad-Prophet could only grin and cackle with glee as he saw his prayers for sweet life answered.
  
  Hours passed before the things birth was complete. Mind. Body. Soul? Who was to say. With a smile Christopher greeted the new-born beast-tumor.
  
   "You dear child of flesh and flower. I name you Ak'Thun. New born into this world for life and love. Open your mouth and speak, sweet creature. Roar with your words so that the world may quake at all that life's blessing is!" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: zokodeon: At a time there was nothing. The feeling of going from nothing to everything was incomprehensible. I was merely a thought turned creation of absolute magnificence by a twisted man known as Christopher. It took me some time adjust to the 'changes' as one could imagine. I felt the Jubilant gaze of this gnarled man burning into me like fire, expecting everything when merely minutes ago there was nothing. I look up into the eyes of my creator.
  
  "What is this place. How have I come to be?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Matar: Spoiler 
  First step. While first person isn't bad to make things trippy every now and then, typically you want to use 3rd person. So it's be more like this.
  
  At the time there was nothing. The feeling of going from nothing to  everything   was incomprehensible. From thought turned into a creation a absolute magnificence by a twisted man known as Christopher. It took some time to adjust to the changes, as one would imagine. Feeling the jubilant gaze of this gnarled man burning into me like fire, expecting everything when merely minuets ago there was nothing. Ak'thun looked into the eyes of his creator.
  
  "What is this place? How have I come to be?"
   
  
   "YOU ARE HERE!"  Christopher opens his arms wide, as if to embrace the world itself.  "In a land of life and love and sweetness! You have come to be by the power of prayer and want and desire. I have taken flesh and the gods have granted it  you . AK'THUN THE BLESSED. AK'THUN THE BULL-TUMOR. AK'THUN BORN OF FLESH-FLOWER. I say: Do you know your name? Do you know why you are here? Shall I preach to you, newly-born one? Shall I preach to you the WORD OF THE GODS?" 