Post by dinfo on Oct 12, 2019 19:13:08 GMT -5
The sun shined brightly upon Angort's face, as he awoke for the first time. Everything hurt. Everything hurting was very squishy and yellow. He looked around, gazing upon his form as best he could. He was some sort of circle thing, apparently. What a shame, he could only move by rolling. Attempting this, he tried to move, only to realize that he had accidentally anchored himself to the ground. Hmm... A few moments later, he was moving around using some limited form of pseudopodia. Wow! He had already learned so much...why did he refer to himself as "him"? Why wasn't it "her"? Who was he? Where was he? The answers came quite quickly, to his surprise. He was Angort, always had been. As to where he was... surveying the surroundings, he came to a conclusion. He was in a desert place. Odd. But he continued on his journey.
A while later, he stumbled into a Chromilla. The odd flower gazed down at him happily, and extended it's leaves. Shade at last. It began to hum a little tune, and it soothed him. Was this plant really alive, though? Or was...well, not alive, but sentient? Or was it just reacting? Angort began to hum along anyhow, finding solace in the shade of the Chromilla.
It was time to go. He bid adieu to the Chromilla, who, although sad to see him go, waved happily nonetheless. He kept the tune going for as long as he could, until his mouth accidentally opened. Wow. He had a mouth? Hmm...time to test it out. "Ah...Ha...Huuh." So that's how it worked. He remembered...where did he get those memories? Well, time to put them to good use."H...hello? Any body here?" Now to hope and wait that there were others like him.
(This is Angort's introduction! Anybody (preferably new blobs, but anybody is fine) can join, so feel free to say hi!)
