[Hermes]: Done for now!

>Cook that sucker. It's omelette time

>Hatch it! Or well, if we can't hatch, cook it!

>HATCH THE EGGY

>Hatch the egg and feed it from not only the box, but shelter it
Everything dies including you. Are you scared of that? Is that why you constantly lash out trying to make things 'fun' as a constant last hurrah? You think yourself above all those around you, but you are truly the lowest creature.
>Use it to fuel the ship
If you want to play games let's see how good a god is at fueling the ship of ants is.

this limbo god seems to love getting meta with our crew, so

>Save game, open up options, turn off all options related to help, extra narration, cutscenes, etc..



also, they seem to enjoy making a game out of death, turning people against each other.
But we have a ship full of murder clowns. at some point, we must address this limbo god directly and ask them:
>Do You Want To Play A Game????

this limbo god seems to love getting meta with our crew, so

>Save game, open up options, turn off all options related to help, extra narration, cutscenes, etc..



also, they seem to enjoy making a game out of death, turning people against each other.
But we have a ship full of murder clowns. at some point, we must address this limbo god directly and ask them:
>Do You Want To Play A Game????

this limbo god seems to love getting meta with our crew, so

>Save game, open up options, turn off all options related to help, extra narration, cutscenes, etc..



also, they seem to enjoy making a game out of death, turning people against each other.
But we have a ship full of murder clowns. at some point, we must address this limbo god directly and ask them:
>Do You Want To Play A Game????

>Dispatch 50 Apidee to retrieve everything.

Hatch! hatch! hatch!

I can agree with wheat on this one. Lets see what happens if we do as they say.

>I guess give it some food? Could be hungry.

>Gosh damn u are cute, give food for the baby! Give! Food! For! The! Baby!
>He's squeaking bc it's hungry
>Bring the HONKLITS! They know how to handle children, right?????????????? RIGHT?!
>name the baby the "Clowngator".

> Bring that cute baby Gime to the ship.

Really melancholy. Wow, I thought Life was an asshole.
>Piscipleu: Ok dude let's get you fed

give baby a smooch on the head

>Raise this gator child with love and kindness.

> Throw this baby a surprise birthday party, we are a children's entertainment company after all
> Bring food of course

>Bring in someone who knows how to care for babies.

No. We will raise you like a little sibling to be big and strong. But every day, you will learn to kill swifter, and in ever more guiling ways. You will be Our Death and when you come to age you will prove death before the collective eye to be something brilliant and beautiful. Then finally, as we and the universe are cleft in twain, a single tear of parental pride will stream down our face to mingle with our blood.

((Sorry about the lateness on this one!))

> DO NOT STRANGLE LIFE CRADLE IT GETNLY IN YOUR ARMs this doesn't have to be the end!

>...assign an apidee to the care of the Life Baby.

>Resist.
>Live, so that you can pay back life for what it's done.

>PISCIPLEU! What would your peers think?! Don't do this. Just whistle a happy tune, a lullaby. It'll be over soon

>stop strangling the poor thing and take it to tiamoth while holding it less tightly.

> DO NOT STRANGLE LIFE CRADLE IT GETNLY IN YOUR ARMs this doesn't have to be the end!