![]() By running on these, you build your energy up and eventually reach 100 percent – or die trying. As you dive from platform to platform at break-neck speed, there are platforms that glow blue. This simplicity is very much required, given that Boson X is so incredibly difficult. It feels like an unnatural control scheme at first, especially when holding both sides down to jump forward – yet rather quickly your brain will begin to understand how the game plays out, and you’ll come to appreciate the simplicity. The professor can jump left, right, and forwards, with different heights on his springs depending on how long you hold your finger on the screen. By jumping from platform to platform you can keep him safe from the high-energy particles dancing around him, and hopefully build up enough energy that you’ll manage to discover some new particles along the way. Wise, in a fight.You are a professor who has become caught in a massive particle accelerator. Braids of the rest of the hair, nothing to grip. Claws though, those Atlas concerned herself with, bright and razor sharp in the unyielding light, claws like the raptor her hair feathers bespoke. What did it matter the dance of fluttering veils that curled and twisted around the figure before her, a siren’s body out of a sailor’s dream? An impossible shawl that twisted in a wind Atlas could not feel, teasing with glimpses of flesh, of filigree that circled and danced and was almost more immodest than sheer nudity might have been. Hair made half of feathers, held back by a tiara, clawed back by the same cold, gripping gold that cups the body. What did she care that the creature wore a headdress of feathers from some white bird that needed flight feathers longer than her arm? No. BOSON X CUBFAN135 FREEA grin, bloody and broken, and Atlas spat again, spittle and body fluid and rage, rolling her shoulder to loosen it and shake free her axe. Still, it was skin, covered with a fine filigree of gold that might, if one were generous, be called armor, and it was calling her out. Mother of pearl, bubble rainbow, colors without color. It was as though someone had taken the fractals that certain sea creatures made, bubbles within bubbles, figures within figures, maths so impossibly refracted that the mind began to ache to contemplate them, and etched them in the rainbow white of the inside of a shell. BOSON X CUBFAN135 SKINAtlas had been trying, before the creature spoke, to sort out what, exactly, it’s skin was made of, or at least, what it looked like it was made of. Atlas’ cerulean gaze, flickering along the impossibly effervescent skin, flesh made bubbles or bubbles made flesh, the reflective sheen of the inside of a soap bubble, but more than that. None of her business what she, it, they had once been, time to move her attention elsewhere. Atlas pulled her gaze away from where the filigree cupped the figure’s right arm and inward, covering her side, caressing it like a lover, leaving no room to question the original secondary characteristics of the body. It was easier to look at though, to trace the lines and whorls even as they curved with flesh, up, around, spiraling inward. Her eyes were drawn, pulled first to the engraving, etched, somehow, as though one could etch a bubble, could somehow score markings into the ephemeral and fill them with liquid metal. Perhaps it was the gold engraving circling the presence’s body, accenting it, that made her think the creature spoke in golden words. Echoing gold, like the sound of a cathedral, somehow, and somehow more than that. Her gaze swept the creature as it spoke, rather than try to sort out how something could speak in tones of gold. Some may even grow so large that they rely entirely on the discarded limbs of guardians that occasionally litter the mega streets of the guardian society for nutrition.Ītlas rubbed her temples, snorted another mouthful of grit, blood, saliva, and shouldered her ax. Indeterminate growers who have growth spurts after every meal, they never age and don’t stop growing unless killed by disease, predation or cannibalism. It will retain the waste from its digestion and barf it at attackers, and will only empty its cavity when it comes across a new food source. Its catch is sawed away from its source by toothy zooids inside its mouth/stomach that spin on cilia tracks, and once separated it closes both ends so that the rotating array of teeth can churn its quarry into an easily digestible sludge. When it finds a source of food it opens one of its ends to engulf a limb or scoop up viscera until its entire cavity is full. With no distinct front or back, it walks around on caterpillar-like pseudopods in search of a carcass. An organism meant to be a scavenger highly specialized for consuming limbs and organs. ![]()
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