✧ Gone

"Enough to have come up with plenty of recipes. Anything goes. People falsely refer to it as a food chain, but truly it is more of a food ring..."

This week in means of Lunar escalations has looked particularly promising for the Eliksni, so Nev is tipping the odds in favour of the Hive and Vex to keep things even. Sitting with her Moth buddy on her shoulder she re-directs Servitors into enemy territory via laser pointer.

"When you can not taste, smell nor feel, any sustainance is good sustainance, and Hive are So. Full. Of. Good. PROTEIN!"

Nev has not left her Haunted Lost Sector since Festival of the Lost, feeding off of leftover candy, Hive chunks and shattered Guardian title gilding dreams. This lovely Haunted place is hers now for 11 more months, and far more cozy than the peasant normie Lost Sectors on Luna.

She is looking at the reader, then back at the odd place. "Sure, it is spacious, but you really thing one can live here?"

// You can already buy a pre recorded best of Nevi's Deaths. This is how she makes Glimmer on Luna. (Bur also she likes to watch it herself in the hope to feel *something*.)

// Rumour has it, before she was resurrected by her defective Ghost, the - not at all heroically - Nev died because she slipped on a banana peel. Rumour also has it, she would do it again. And again. And again. Because she can.

"I certainly would. Golden age relics had the weirdest concepts of horror... My favorite genre would have to be Monsters, simply for the blatant, projecting of pointless xenophobia above all. True monsters look unsuspuciously human and they walk among us every day..."

// Okay, Destiny has my undivided attention again. Strong start this season! Looking forward to more!