Good evening, my abysmal amigos, and welcome to this week’s edition of Into the Black Tides Tuesdays! I know, I know – how can it be Week 5 already? It feels like just yesterday we were becoming acquainted through computer screens, and now we’re basically besties!
I figured I’d start things off on a light note with a little joke – what’s dark red and artificial in flavor? The blood of a Homunculus! When it comes to carrying out nefarious deeds deemed worthy of undertaking by their creators, these guys (things?) have you covered.
More than Just a Lab Rat
Sure, Homunculi may have been created in a lab by some mad scientist-type with a God complex, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have passions. Carefully engineered passions that coincide with their masters, maybe, but passions nonetheless.
There are the occasional Homunculi that have interests of their own – the way their masters intended! These interests include, but are not limited to: baking, stabbing, water polo, stabby baking, hand grenade hot potato, and a variety of other everyday activities that you would find someone doing around the house. Like they say, the way to a Homunculus’s heart is directly through the carotid artery with a pair of rusty scissors!
One is the Loneliest Number
Since Homunculi are genetically engineered in a tube in some hidden laboratory beneath the planet's crust, there isn’t really room for family ties. You know, the whole tube thing, and all – it’s kind of hard to fit twins in those things. As a result, many Homunculi go through life alone. “But they have their master!” you might say. Well, yeah. But if your “father figure” was a mad scientist hellbent on the destruction of the world as we know it, tensions may run a little high in your “family” as well.
Not to mention that when your “dad” names you Labor, you can't help but to hold a bit of a grudge.
However, despite the rough family life, it isn’t entirely uncommon to see a Homunculus with a traveling buddy. They don’t make for great conversation, but they sure are handy to have in a fight with the whole “artificial life” thing going on. Homunculi are expendable! Just don’t let them hear you saying that.
The End of the Program
Unfortunately, that’s all the time we have for this week’s Into the Black Tides Tuesdays. I can hear the Wolfhounds howling in HR, so that means I’ve hit my word count for the day. Lucky for you guys, we’ll be back in just under 168 hours to bring you another article so that you can get that Into the Black Tides fix you’ve come to crave each week.
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Until next time, my Franken-Friends,
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Edited by Abby Edwards