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Wouldn't they kind of have to? The ancestors were apparently chilling in them for a bloody long time.

Though, paradox space being what it is, that might not be an actual issue. Maybe she made them later or will in the future relative to her.

If I knew where to get my hands on bacon scented candles locally...

... there actually are syrup scented candles. Maple syrup. Been kinda' hard to find. But the one time I did was glorious. My room was a pancake for days and days.

S'like. Most perfumes and scented candles and wotnot just make me sick (not in the disgust sense. Physically ill. Shit's usually 10x too strong.). The ones that smell like food (that I like) are the exception. Bread, cookies, syrup, bacon, etc., so forth, so on. "Bakery" is the best scent sensation.

Snake, gator... fairly sure I've ate turtle at some point, many years back. Remember the snake tasting like kilbasa sausage (however the hell you spell that). Don't recall what the gator tasted like but I do remember enjoying it. Didn't like the turtle much. I've tried venison, if that counts, in the past, and I think shark, once. No possum, squirrel, or raccoon, but I'm relatively certain I've had all those ate around me, for what that's worth.

I was tricked into eating caviar (/roe) at one point. Was kinda' pissed off. Definitely don't recall enjoying the taste. Dem "grits" were fucked up.

Yeah, noticed there wasn't one for your room or whathaveyou, but that might not have precluded communal access of some sort. There were food prep areas of varying capability in a couple of the dorms I lived in. Nothing of that sort in your case?

What is allowed, if anything? How the blazes do they expect you folks to feed yourselves? Though there is the room preference, re-reading it. Don't know of anything off the top of my head, really. There's probably something out there, but...

... apparently saltine crackers dipped in lemonade taste like fruit loops. Or at least the particular sorts of each that I've currently got access to.

by tokens and types, I mean [EQUIPS] and CREATURE

... whatever floats yeh, brah. Sorta' an infusion of logic down that path. A little. It'll do.

Literal drugs is all you got, man. Your happiness is a chemical slurry stuck in a box of bone and wrapped in a sack of meat. Only difference between one chemical and the next is token, not type. All the same sort o'critter, they just do different things. Endorphin est.

But yeah. I'd be really happy with nonexistence. Sounds nice, t'me. I'd be equally happy with afterlife, especially if it entailed divinity. Then I could spend a few million years wreaking vengeance on the fuckers for the suffering of my people.

The gators don't eat them?

Hahaha, no. Gators are cute, cuddly, and delicious.

I rather imagine if it weren't for the conservation efforts we would have already fried them all. Tasty little scaly buggers.