The Lord Files:

This is Lord's personal experience in the Apocalypse and this will be about 100k of Lore & Filler for those who like it so please like this for my sanity okay

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~~~~~~~{PARASITE}~~~~~

As Lord's voice filled the recording, he delved deeper into the grotesque nature of the parasite that had unleashed chaos upon their world. His words painted a vivid portrait of the abomination, leaving little to the imagination.

"The parasite, my dear diary, is a vile creation that defies all sense of decency. Picture, if you will, a creature with a sinewy, elongated form, its body covered in slimy, mucus-like skin. Its eyes, vacant and lifeless, gleam with an eerie luminescence, revealing a hunger that knows no bounds."

He continued, his voice filled with a mix of disgust and fascination. "The parasite's appendages are a grotesque sight to behold. Long, jagged tendrils protrude from its body, each ending in a razor-sharp tip. They writhe and coil, like serpents eager to strike, as if they possess a malevolent sentience of their own."

Lord's descriptions grew more visceral as he delved into the creature's feeding habits. "When the parasite chooses its victim, it latches onto them with a sickening suction, like a leech feasting on the lifeblood of its host. Its maw opens wide, revealing rows of needle-like teeth that glisten with viscous saliva, a repugnant cocktail of enzymes designed to break down flesh and bone."

He shuddered audibly, unable to hide the revulsion in his voice. "But it's not just the physicality of the parasite that unsettles me. No, dear diary, it's the insidious nature of its existence. This abomination thrives on stealth and deception. It disguises itself as an innocuous statue, its body frozen in an unnaturally perfect pose, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting victim to draw near."

Lord's words painted a vivid image of the creature's deceptive nature. "It's as if the parasite is a puppeteer, manipulating its surroundings with uncanny intelligence. It mimics the texture and colour of its environment, blending seamlessly into its surroundings. One would be forgiven for mistaking it as an inanimate object, never suspecting the danger that lurks within."

He concluded, his voice tinged with a mix of horror and determination. "We must not underestimate the parasite's ability to adapt and multiply. It is an enemy that must be confronted head-on, for the consequences of inaction are dire. We must gather our courage, unite our strengths, and face this abomination with unwavering resolve. Our survival depends on it."

With those final words, Lord's voice faded into silence, leaving a chilling reminder of the grotesque entity that threatened their very existence.

"As if the base form of the parasite wasn't unsettling enough, my dear diary, it has been brought to my attention that this abomination possesses the ability to evolve. Yes, you heard it right, this creature has levels of hideousness that surpass even its initial form. Brace yourself for the twisted wonders that lie ahead."

Lord's voice took on a macabre tone as he continued, relishing the disturbing details. "When the parasite has successfully absorbed enough of its kind, a grotesque metamorphosis occurs. It's like witnessing a freakish carnival act, where the freaks become even freakier."

He couldn't help but interject a touch of dark humour into his descriptions. "Picture this, dear diary: the parasite undergoes its first evolution, and it sprouts additional appendages as if it were trying to outdo itself in the realm of monstrosity. Now, not only does it possess those nightmarish tendrils, but it also sports grotesque, claw-like protrusions that resemble the twisted fingers of a deranged pianist."

"Like a bad Edward Scissorhands! Anyone watch that?"

"But wait, there's more," Lord exclaimed, his voice dripping with morbid fascination. "In its second evolution, the parasite's body contorts and twists, becoming even more contorted and abhorrent. Its slimy skin develops a sickly iridescence, akin to an oil spill on a stagnant pond. And let's not forget the extra mouths that sprout from its misshapen form, each filled with rows upon rows of jagged teeth. It's like a carnivorous piñata gone horribly wrong."

He paused for a moment as if relishing the grotesque imagery. "And finally, my dear diary, we come to the third and most horrifying evolution. The parasite becomes a nightmarish amalgamation of tentacles, mouths, and limbs as if it were a grotesque carnival freak show all on its own. It writhes and contorts, defying the laws of anatomy and any sense of aesthetic decency. It's a living nightmare, a feverish creation that would make even the most hardened horror fan recoil in terror."

Lord's voice carried a strange mix of morbid amusement and genuine horror. "Oh, the wonders of nature, dear diary. Truly, evolution can take us to the most disturbing of places. But fear not, for as we confront these abominations, we shall do so with equal measures of bravery and dark humour, for what else can we do in the face of such grotesque absurdity?"

With a final chuckle that bordered on madness, Lord's voice faded away, leaving behind a lingering sense of both amusement and unease.

~~~~~~{Idle}~~~~~~~~

Ah, my dear viewers, welcome back to another enlightening recording with yours truly, Lord. Today, I'd like to discuss a fascinating phenomenon known as the "Idle." No, no, it's got nothing to do with lounging around and doing nothing. Quite the contrary, actually.

You see, the Idle is when a parasite takes control of a human host through its nervous system. Imagine being a puppet, controlled by a tiny, sinister master. Creepy, right?

Well, it's actually the most important system for these parasites. The nervous system provides them with a direct line of communication and control over the host's actions. They pull the strings, and the poor human dances to their tune.

Now, before you start vilifying these parasites, let me play devil's advocate for a moment. The nervous system is an intricate web of connections, responsible for transmitting signals and coordinating bodily functions. It's a real pain in the neck to heal, I tell you. So, from a parasite's perspective, it's a brilliant strategy. Why bother with other systems when you can manipulate the one that matters most?

But here's the catch, my friends. If the parasite wants to gain control, it needs to wound its target. Why, you ask? Well, the human body's immune system is quite a formidable opponent.

Those pesky white blood cells act like hydrochloric acid to these parasites, melting them away faster than ice cream on a hot summer's day. So, they have to make an entrance, leave their mark, and evade the wrath of the immune system.

Now, don't fret. At this point in time, I'm immune to the Idles. Lucky me, right? But for those unfortunate souls who find themselves captured by these parasitic puppeteers, my advice is simple: escape. Run like the wind, my friends, because these parasites are always evolving.

Slowly but surely, they adapt and become more resistant to the immune system's defences. So, don't stick around and wait for them to figure out a way to control you. Trust me, it's not a fate you want to experience.

And there you have it, an insightful glimpse into the world of Idles and the perils of parasite control. Stay vigilant, stay informed, and most importantly, stay out of their clutches. Until our paths cross again, my dear viewers, keep your wits about you and embrace the absurdity of survival. Cheers!

~~~~~{Synthor}~~~~~~~

In my ceaseless quest to unravel the mysteries of the natural world, I have stumbled upon a most peculiar creature. Allow me to introduce you to the enigmatic Synthor. A name befitting its unique characteristics, for this parasite, has reached a stage of evolution that is truly remarkable.

It's also really weird as it's what I should have called 'Idle' but it's too late to change now...

The Synthor, as I have come to call it, is the result of countless years of feeding and remaining stationary. This fascinating creature has seemingly biased its evolution towards its sedentary lifestyle. Its appearance, now an amalgamation of adaptations, is nothing short of astonishing.

One of the most captivating traits of the Synthor lies in its remarkable ability to blend seamlessly with its surroundings.

Camouflage is its second nature, enabling it to remain undetected, lurking in the shadows, ready to strike when the opportunity arises. It is a master of deception, silently waiting for unsuspecting prey to come within its reach.

However, what sets the Synthor apart from other parasites is its peculiar social behaviour. Unlike most predatory creatures, the Synthor does not display hostility towards its own kind.

Instead, it gathers in packs, forming intricate alliances with its swarming brethren. This unique trait fosters a sense of unity and cooperation among these remarkable creatures.

As I observe the Synthor in its natural habitat, I cannot help but marvel at its resilience and adaptability. It is a creature of perfection, constantly striving to improve and perfect its techniques. Its relentless pursuit of excellence is driven by an insatiable desire for growth and development.

Yet, amidst its evolution and prowess, the Synthor remains a creature shrouded in mystery. Its true motivations and purpose elude my comprehension. Its behaviour, bordering on apathy, leaves me questioning the depths of its consciousness and the essence of its existence.

I'm just doing what I do and wondering why it can live for so long and contain its hunger if it's stationary but then again if you don't move or do anything your food consumption will go down.

Until my next encounter with a creature that challenges the boundaries of our understanding,

Lord~

~~~~~~{Satiable}~~~~~~~~

Entry #28: The Bizarre Satiable

My dear diary, today I encountered a creature so peculiar, so utterly distinct from its parasitic brethren, that I could not help but dub it "Satiable." Oh, how its behaviour and abilities defy the norms of conventional parasites!

Unlike the majority of parasites, whose modium involves replication and consumption, the Satiable possesses a modium that is quite the opposite. Rather than voraciously devouring its surroundings, this extraordinary creature has developed a unique adaptation that prevents it from consuming indiscriminately. How intriguing!

The name "Satiable" arises from the fact that this creature possesses a rare quality—a limit to its insatiable hunger. Once it has consumed a sufficient amount, it reaches a state of satiety and stops its relentless feeding. A concept so foreign to parasites, yet so fitting for this exceptional being.

Initially, I found myself enamoured by the Satiable. Its distinct behaviour and modified modium sparked my curiosity, driving me to observe it more closely. Alas, my enthusiasm was short-lived, for the Satiable became aware of my presence.

To my great dismay, the Satiable emitted a series of shrill screeches, summoning every parasite within a 10-kilometre radius. It was as if my very existence had disrupted their delicate ecosystem, causing them to retaliate in a cacophony of chaos.

Thankfully, I swiftly sought refuge behind a vent grate, observing from the shadows as the Satiable's cries rallied its fellow parasites. People, unaware of the imminent danger, scurried to escape their clutches.

At that moment, I felt a certain sense of irony, for the very creatures I had once admired were now the source of panic and chaos.

Yet, even in the face of such chaos, I maintained my composure and silently observed the unfolding events. It was a stark reminder of the power dynamics and intricate relationships within the parasitic world.

Reflecting upon this encounter, I cannot help but feel a sense of detachment from the role of the hero. While some may perceive my actions as heroic, my intentions have always been rooted in the pursuit of knowledge and understanding. I am merely an observer in this complex tapestry of existence.

The Satiable, with its strange modium and its unintended consequences, has presented me with yet another enigma to unravel. I shall continue my research and exploration, seeking answers to the mysteries that lie within this creature and the wider realm of parasites.

Until the next revelation graces my path,

Lord Goldsworth~