(Sure, I can bang that out.)
While you rest, you turn your attention inward. You're familiar with your own basic structure- you watched it build itself, after all!- but now you have the time to devote to a more detailed examination.
At the moment, your 'body' is essentially your mind. In form, it is a sphere, segmented into a number of layers.
The core of the sphere is empty; it is here where the light of your Will gathers. Around it is the true center of your being- the idea of Existence. It manifests as a framework- one piece, unlike the more composite structures of the upper levels- wrapped around the empty space of your core.
[Huginn- Target: 10(+20)= 30Roll: 90FAILURE]
[Huginn- Target: 10(+20)= 30Roll: 27SUCCESS]
Just looking at it, you can see... weaknesses. Structural flaws. It does the job, but it could be stronger than it is.
[Integrity stat unlocked!]
[Your Integrity has been increased to 1!]
(Integrity
is the durability of your current existence. If it reaches 0, you are
destabilized. In this state, you are vulnerable!)
Surrounding- built upon- the idea of your Existence is a network of... the best description you can come up with is 'fragments'. Bits of structure, linked together in a chaotic mess. The fragments are constantly shifting, breaking apart and welding together into new shapes all the time. It doesn't take you much effort- just touching a few fragments, and seeing what they are- to figure out that each individual piece is a thought.
The final layer of your thought-body is filled with the same sort of metaphysical fragments as the one inside of it. Here, though, they've been assembled into something resembling a coherent, architecturally sound structure. These fragments, now a whole, rarely move at all. Again, discerning the purpose of this layer is simple. One touch to a particularly sturdy-looking beam, and you find yourself reliving the day your gal kissed you for the first time. Given that, you decide it's a safe bet that they're memories.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
While you rest, you turn your attention inward. You're familiar with your own basic structure- you watched it build itself, after all!- but now you have the time to devote to a more detailed examination.
At the moment, your 'body' is essentially your mind. In form, it is a sphere, segmented into a number of layers.
The core of the sphere is empty; it is here where the light of your Will gathers. Around it is the true center of your being- the idea of Existence. It manifests as a framework- one piece, unlike the more composite structures of the upper levels- wrapped around the empty space of your core.
[Huginn- Target: 10(+20)= 30Roll: 90FAILURE]
[Huginn- Target: 10(+20)= 30Roll: 27SUCCESS]
Just looking at it, you can see... weaknesses. Structural flaws. It does the job, but it could be stronger than it is.
[Integrity stat unlocked!]
[Your Integrity has been increased to 1!]
(Integrity
is the durability of your current existence. If it reaches 0, you are
destabilized. In this state, you are vulnerable!)
Surrounding- built upon- the idea of your Existence is a network of... the best description you can come up with is 'fragments'. Bits of structure, linked together in a chaotic mess. The fragments are constantly shifting, breaking apart and welding together into new shapes all the time. It doesn't take you much effort- just touching a few fragments, and seeing what they are- to figure out that each individual piece is a thought.
The final layer of your thought-body is filled with the same sort of metaphysical fragments as the one inside of it. Here, though, they've been assembled into something resembling a coherent, architecturally sound structure. These fragments, now a whole, rarely move at all. Again, discerning the purpose of this layer is simple. One touch to a particularly sturdy-looking beam, and you find yourself reliving the day your gal kissed you for the first time. Given that, you decide it's a safe bet that they're memories.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.