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a story relating to the rouge like dead cells |
one day we come along an alchemist making homunculi for profit either selling them entirely or having them do chores for people, then one day the alchemist tries a new recipe out of curiosity. The initial result seems to be useless so the alchemist throws it out with other homunculi he'd ended up killing off. The next day he hears a noise out back where the bodies are to find his new creation having taken control of one body missing it's head trying to get the other bodies from the pile off of it's self, upon realizing what the alchemist has made he and goes strait to the king to sell this homunculus as a weapon. When he shows his newest creation to the king he is the kind is unsure it will be of any use only having seen it as a useless blob and not possessing a body, buying it anyways he tries training it in a gladiator-esk way, yet that fails as if the homunculus can't learn. After days of this failure he sends it to the dungeon and that's where the game dead cells pick up the homunculus being us and having a body to use puts the observed skills from the king's training to use in order to survive. |