Wrote a little something for the slaaneshian shoggoth things and it's a little bit of a world-building piece.
>Normally, the physics in The Void prides itself in being slightly bizarre enough to catch your attention and make you smile.
>However, in the urban area in The Void where the city fags flock to, there are one section humans like myself try to avoid.
>It's isn't ghetto by any means, but the rent there is cheap.
>You could say that the area has its charm, but even Death herself warns that humans shouldn't tread into the conundrum that is The Paradox District.
>There are a few theories floating around about how the time in this area got so wonky.
>Unfortunately all I've heard was one of the F0rmless beings that messes with time dwells in the heart of the district and its essence has fucked with the time in that area.
>Anyway, this is a story to warn you.
>Don't step into The Paradox District unless you either want to experience the truly bizarre the void has to offer, or you've got something to keep your timeline in sync.
>"I can't stress enough, stay out of that place. That's why Cindy is Cindy," Death told me, as she was refilling my coffee.
>I did smile when I saw the steam settle on the table like fog.
"Hold on, what?"
>"Yeah, it's why she never minds the danger here. Her body just resets."
"… the fuck?"
>She chuckles, "you've been here what, a year or so? You still asking that question?"
"I wonder if I-"
>"I wouldn't try it. Cindy got lucky. Any humans that go into the Paradox District usually don't come out. By either dying or just chasing their past self to figure out all that happened before they leave."
"Speaking of which, what happens when you die here?"
>"Your transition will be complete. You could choose any form you want."
"What? Does that include my human form?"
>"Yes. Maybe with extra perks like levitation or something."
"So you're saying that… All humans are like Cindy?"
>"Exactly the same but totally different."
"I would act like I know what the means but…"
>"The difference is, everytime you 'respawn' in the void, you lose a little bit of 'yourself' and absorb more of the Void's life force."
>"Cindy, not so much, her timeline rewinds back to the moment before her death, not continue."
>"Anyway," Death says, digging into her pocket. "Since your curiosity has gotten the better of you, take this."
>She places a grey bracelet on to the table.
>"Put that on, it'll keep your timeline intact when you go there."
"Pfft whatever, I ain't goin' in there."
>"Heh, you sound certain," she shoots back, a knowing smirk on her face.
>Despite my protest, I found myself in the Paradox District, I'm honestly thankful for the talk I had with Death.
>I had my bracelet and walked into the area with no incident, and with a particular destination in mind.
>There was a nice little coffee shop I was supposed to be meeting a date, some Slaaneshian entity that took a liking to me.
>She claimed she loved the atmosphere of the place and of course was kind enough to ask if I'm okay with meeting her there.
>Only reason I agreed was because of the trinket Death gave me.
>The area was a little bit on the fancier side of things.
>No cracks on the sidewalk, no potholes in the road. Any kind of tree or plant didn't have its bizarre voidness ooze out of it.
>If I didn't know any better, I would've guessed this area was part of the actual world. That's how normal everything seemed.
>When I arrived at the coffee shop, I looked for the entity who went by 'Fitzpleasure' or 'Fitzy'. I didn't care for that name but she was cute.
>My eyes lit up when I saw here in the corner booth, although was concerned to see her crying.
>I sat down across from her and sang her name.
>She looked up at me, black ink running down from her eyes. "Oh fuck you, you don't get to sing my name!"
>"I just can't believe you would…"
>She seemed to be having trouble finding the courage to finish her sentence.
>"You can't just waltz in here and act like five years never happened!"
"Uhh, Fitz, I just barely got here. First time I ever stepped into the paradox district."
>Her sobbing simmers down as she tilts her head. "What?"
>Her eyes sparkle with excitement. "So this is…"
"Our first date, yes."
>Her frown slowly creeps to an assuring smile.
"Now, Fitz, I happen to like you a lot, so how about we give this a shot."
"Yes, I'd like to try again, even if this is my first try."
>She giggles as she demystifies, only to re-materialize in the seat to the right of me.
>The barista at the counter calls my name, claiming my order is ready.