It's All Part Of a Grand Scheme, And Us, Pawns in This Endless Play - Alexsandr Senaviev - Wattpad

It's All Part Of a Grand Scheme, And Us, Pawns in This Endless Play

ThaLordTachanka

LECTURAS 295
Votos 5
Partes 6
Hora 18m

LECTURAS 295
Votos 5
Partes 6
Hora 18m

ThaLordTachanka

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Ported from my Ao3 account, probably not the best story I've made, but oh well

Disclaimer: I don't know too much about Rain World's lore entirely, relying on a very in depth lore vid to get the Slugcat's as close to their, assumed, personalities as I can.

The Slugcats each ascended, even Saint somehow. They appear not in the Rubicon or in their old world. But one that's suffering a fate similar but different to theirs. With only their wits they face a less chaotic but more nightmarish world rife with death.

On the other side, Vacuity saw not his creators. But those that pull the strings of fate of his world, forcing those that amuse them into immortality, and killing off those that bore them....or to create a more unique amusement. He severed his strings at the cost of his few remaining 'family' and companionship in general. How does one form bonds after seeing such adversity and losing so much?Todos los derechos reservados

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Reaping The Red Heir

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