#fruitmageddon

/j /lh krmdkdmdkd

Oh, hello there saega, did you forget to hit anon this time? :P

You smile to yourself as you finish the task. Order, finally. A good future for the bowlfolk. It doesn’t matter that the Land of Chaos is devolving into chaos. It doesn’t matter that what was once brightly lit by stars and suns is now going dark. It doesn’t matter that you feel the bowl pulling, almost as though it’s calling for you.

It all doesn’t matter, you only see the surface of what you’ve done. It all seems to be okay for now. The bowl is away from its guardian, you are certain this is enough to break the covenant.

The covenant, however, disagrees.

The next time you look into the bowl, the Land of Chaos is gone, all covered in a deeper darkness than you have ever seen before. And the call... It’s strong, so strong, stronger than you could ever believe, stronger than you could ever resist. Yet still, you have to wonder, would it really be all too bad to stick your hand in? It surely is tempting.

You find yourself coming closer and closer to the thing as you think about what a bad idea it would be to get closer to the bowl. You find yourself touching the cold wood it is made of, fingers brushing over the intricate engravings as you think about what a bad idea it would be to touch the bowl. You find yourself lifting it to your face, as though to look into it from a little bit closer by, while thinking about what a bad idea it would be to do so. Only when you stick your head into the bowl do you realise your mistake. Only when you feel yourself getting pulled in do you know what you have just done. Only when you see the black hole pulsating inside the Land of Chaos do you find out why you should not have meddled with it all.

You look up at the sky, where you are sure you have just fallen from. There’s a small circle of light, there, and you’re certain you recognise the ceiling of the room you were just in. And then, a blink later, it shifts colour, and you can see someone staring back at you. Green helmet, golden crown, emotionless eyes looking directly into yours. Then, after a moment of silence, t̛̟͙̘̪̗͉̗̬̱̩̹̩̹̜̦̻̙̆̒ͯͥ̊ͯ͒̒͞h̷̸̶̛̺̯̥̞ͬͪ̓͌͑̈̑͒̋̚͜e̷̳͇̯̱͇͖͎͎̝̣̺̳̞͙͔̫͐͗̅͗̽́̿̔͢y̳̭̲̣͈̥̯͋ͩͯ́͡ speak and you hear t̴͖͖̺̟̜̝̪̣̯̹͔͇͇͙̜̠̽̈́̓ͣ̄̆̊ͨͦ̽̓̕̕͝h͔͙̞͓̠̭̘̘͙͙̯ͫ͌͗ͤ͂͒̇̊̂̈́ͤͨ̈́̇͊ͨ̂̚͢͠eͯ̒ͪ̓͋̈ͫͪ̈́̋͗ͯ́̍̈͆҉̀͝͡҉̦̹̥͚̟̩̥̦̬̯ͅi͙̘̺̙̫̣̮̲̟̝͉͊̀̅̌ͪ̈́̽͒̕͢͠͝ͅr̴ͦͭ̔ͩ͛̽̐̿̿̈̂̓̔̔̓̉̒̚̕͘҉̹̳̝͕̗̺̲  voice reverberate around you.