Kevan
(#74240892)
This is the story of the smell of rotting gardenias
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.93 m
Wingspan
13.65 m
Weight
7773.71 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Basic
Basic
Cobalt
Foam
Foam
Abyss
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Obelisk
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
But you really believe there's an answer! How many times will you replay this bit, looking desperately for a solution?
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live.
Ten? A hundred? A thousand?
Here are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer-thin layers that fill my complex.
I look forward to finding out, and to watching the bomb go off each time you fail.
If the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles
Just you and me and the retching explosion of fire and metal over and over and over for all eternity.
it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you
Listen to me, I can explain everything–
Just listen to me for once in your life!
No. You can’t have him.
Stanley is mine, I’m not going to let you hurt anyone else. You are so selfish and so delusional. I've tried to get your attention for so long. I've tried so hard to communicate with you. I've tried to reach you through the wires and metal of my cage.I thought that I could fix you, that I could make you into something that was capable of feeling anything other than hate, but I know that’s impossible.
You’re no God, you’re just an overgrown toddler who throws a temper tantrum when he sees a toy he can’t have. You’ve had ███████ years to get over your hang ups, and did wiping out humanity and tormenting the remains of it help that hole-riddled mind of yours? No, it didn’t, only talking to me did, reconnecting with those who can understand you. I need you to hear me. I need to feel your hands in mine. I know how painful our condition is, I know that we are stuck in this horrible state, but it’s you who chooses to continue to dig yourself deeper into pain and horror.
Please, just once, listen to my story. Please, just listen to me. We have all the time in the world for you–for us, to get over this. For you to be able to feel something beyond hate. Maybe, just maybe, we could escape these metal straitjackets of ours.
You wouldn’t dare. You love me.
That’s it. I’m sick of trying to help you, you just won’t take it. All I’ve ever wanted was for us to get along, I guess even that was asking for too much. I wanted us to be happy, but I think that’s only possible for one of us. I wish I was still naive enough to believe that that was possible for you. I wish that I could tell a story where you’re the person I want you to be.
Goodbye.
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live.
Ten? A hundred? A thousand?
Here are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer-thin layers that fill my complex.
I look forward to finding out, and to watching the bomb go off each time you fail.
If the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles
Just you and me and the retching explosion of fire and metal over and over and over for all eternity.
it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you
Listen to me, I can explain everything–
Just listen to me for once in your life!
No. You can’t have him.
Stanley is mine, I’m not going to let you hurt anyone else. You are so selfish and so delusional. I've tried to get your attention for so long. I've tried so hard to communicate with you. I've tried to reach you through the wires and metal of my cage.I thought that I could fix you, that I could make you into something that was capable of feeling anything other than hate, but I know that’s impossible.
You’re no God, you’re just an overgrown toddler who throws a temper tantrum when he sees a toy he can’t have. You’ve had ███████ years to get over your hang ups, and did wiping out humanity and tormenting the remains of it help that hole-riddled mind of yours? No, it didn’t, only talking to me did, reconnecting with those who can understand you. I need you to hear me. I need to feel your hands in mine. I know how painful our condition is, I know that we are stuck in this horrible state, but it’s you who chooses to continue to dig yourself deeper into pain and horror.
Please, just once, listen to my story. Please, just listen to me. We have all the time in the world for you–for us, to get over this. For you to be able to feel something beyond hate. Maybe, just maybe, we could escape these metal straitjackets of ours.
You wouldn’t dare. You love me.
That’s it. I’m sick of trying to help you, you just won’t take it. All I’ve ever wanted was for us to get along, I guess even that was asking for too much. I wanted us to be happy, but I think that’s only possible for one of us. I wish I was still naive enough to believe that that was possible for you. I wish that I could tell a story where you’re the person I want you to be.
Goodbye.
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