>>5959491>Alt-Text: Comic art of several tree figures in the Mbaeverá forest. They are different ranges of human-like, all having faces, some having arms and legs.>Pencils: Rick Veitch. Inks: Alfredo Alcala. Colors: Tatjana Wood>Dialouge Sample: Rich VeitchGreen. Glorious bountiful green. For several days you have been in the emerald embrace of sensations there are no words for.
As if something as crude as a mouth could ever capture the divinity you are experiencing.
But then you felt a sharp pain stab your very soul.
Your overloaded with the screams of a trillion exploding cells, cut from life’s tapestry by a cruel mockery of the sun’s warmth.
Now you feel a cold. Not the serene stillness of winter, where seeds wait to spawn anew. But the sterile nothingness of death with no birth.
A taste only Man could provide. You burn from this cruelty, and your pain summons a guide.
BOG VENUS:
No words are spoken. You are far beyond the chaotic chatter of the animals.
Your roots are entangled with a life older than everything you know yet close enough it feels like a sibling.
The red meat she sprouted from was a healer. One that knew plants as you did.
Communed with the green even with her clumsy bones and mortal skin.
And when that shell decayed as all do, what was left became Bog Venus.
IVY:
Where? What? Why? The vestiges of your mammal brain fire a thousand questions.
Bog Venus stands firm as the forest she grows from.
BOG VENUS:
Yes. You know now. There are no individuals in The Green. You are in the presence of The Parliment of Trees.
Champions from all ages, reborn to serve the great circuit that girds the planet. You are to be of their number.
You shall shed your Red prison and embrace life as an Elemental. But what champion will you be?
>Passion’s Fruit>Vote Title: Andy HelferYou are The Fruit. Nourishment. Growth. Life. The world is deprived starved and poisoned. You must be the Garden, sustaining life and wellness for all.
>Roots and Leaves>Vote Title: Jody HouserYou are The Root. This world is dying. Death brings life. As the flower consumes the rot and decay of animals so must you grow a new world from the ruins of Dead Earth.
>Thorns>Vote Title: Stephanie PhillipsYou are The Thorn. The planet is overrun. The mammals with their tools and weapons have overstepped their bounds. Growing past their limits and threatening to consume all. To preserve the planet, they must be culled to the proper level.
{Choose one or more. The option with the most total votes wins.}
