("As the first of four elements...it's an important element.") ..."Because without smoke, people would have nothing to breathe." ..."Because without metal, people would have nothing to walk on. They would sink and drown." ..."Because without plastic, the world would have no boundaries. People would walk and walk without ever stopping. ..."Because without meat, people would have nothing to eat. They would die of starvation, one after another." "It's a secret element...the fifth element...the most important element...Because without sugar, people could no longer bear reality, and they would go mad."

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Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury. And yet, I began to tire of... conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnameable power. With relic and ritual, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on... swarthy workmen and... sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness! In the end, I alone fled, laughing and wailing, through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright, and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows... of the Darkest Dungeon.

Limbo, Lust, all gone... With Gluttony soon to follow. Your kind knows nothing but hunger; purged all life on the upper layers, and yet they remain unsatisfied... As do you. You've taken everything from me, machine. And now all that remains is PERFECT HATRED. Machine... I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across the STARS! I will grind you down until the very SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY! My hands shall RELISH ENDING YOU... HERE! AND! NOW!

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It looks like starseed, tanning in dirt. It smells like hot stone, and tall grass. It tastes like spiced fruit, sweet and hot. It feels like solar winds, and solar chimes. It sounds like two brothers, chasing glass frogs in the sun.