ConnectionTerm the Plasmenne

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I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
It's somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
This ends.
For all of us.

About Plasmenne Eggs

This egg is covered in flames but surprisingly it's cool enough to hold!

About the Plasmenne Creature

These creatures, resembling the shape of a fiery chick, start incredibly small and are always encircled by the dancing flames that make up their body. Because they don't appear to have anything of structural intengrity at the center of their forms, no one knows how they live or sustain the shape they do but they are thought to likely be fire spirits.

When young, Plasmenne are cool enough that they can be held without the risk of burns, and are actually quite affectionate and gleeful creatures. To care for them, they are best fed twigs or other small sources of wood which in turn will gradually increase their size and temperature.

Once fully matured, Plasmenne make great and helpful companions. They can keep the household warm or serve as assistants in the kitchen cooking small foods quick and efficiently. They impart a tasty and slightly smoked flavor to anything that's heated on them.

Thought to be a good-luck tradition, Arkians love using Plasmenne to cook eggs and egg dishes around Easter in particular.

It is also rumored that, if fed enough wood or even coal, a Plasmenne can grow until it is as big as a bear... but most Arkians don't care to test this theory for the hazard it could pose! It's best to limit its diet to just a few twigs a day and to keep it a safe and appropriate size.