And so, when the conscious ones fought and dies for War, the world became suffused with more plant and animal growth then they could reasonably support. The Being observed this and saw the complacency and disdain that the conscious ones had for the overabundance of their harvest, and felt a new urge, " Ḷ̸̓͂̿E̴̢̡͖̰͙͔̙͐͌̍̋T̵̨͍̱̣͉̬̈́͐͐̔͌͘ ̷̡̢̥͚̙̲̆T̷̛̩̹͕͓̟͊̓ͅH̷̠̤̙̱͖̱͒͐̊͋̂̇E̵̯̫̽͋̃I̷̹͈͖̘͠R̸̢̯̘̤͉̬̦̾͆͛̅̉͌̓ ̸̮̯̤͐͘B̴̡̡̪̥͠Ȩ̷̈́̌̆̈̇̊̒ ̵̮̤̥̗̃̑͌̄͜F̴̢̥͓́̊̆̋͝͝͝Ȧ̶̧̨̯̥͕̰͝M̸̦̄̈͝Í̶̠̹̜̣̠̻̠̀̄̆̋͂N̴̢͔͇̄̈̈́̐̽͝Ë̶̪̟̣͙̫́ ̸̠͓̪̘̕A̷͓̞̟̹̼̦̱̽̔͒͐͋̿Ň̵̛̳̥̐̔̎͗Ḑ̴͓̭͔̦̀͠ ̵̜̟̪̼̺͂̉̐͋͘͜D̵̞̲̫̹̼̏R̴̤͎̼̙̦̪̈̄̄̈́̾͝͠O̴̘̊U̸̡͑̈́̊͋̒͠͝G̵̮͎̠̘͘ͅͅḨ̴̛̹̯͐T̷͈͉̯͍̖̏͝" And so Famine was born, but Famine was unlike his former and future siblings for he was born with something strange, something...

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Ṟ̷̯̘̩̯͕͎̝͈͒̍́a̷̫͛̋̇̔̆͗̍́͂̒̃v̶̡͇͔͓́͗͐͠ĕ̵̺͈̖̩͚̗̣̭̓̇̓͑̀ņ̴̨̩̱͕̦̞̝̫͂̀̊̑͌̊̓̋́ͅͅo̵̢̺̝̘̳̙̲͒͜ú̴̝̭̘̣̫͆̀̑s̷̡̧̬̤̞̝̣͎̺͕͔̒̈́̇͛̍̕͠͠

And so, Famine went forth, and in his ravenous hunger and thirst, devoured the scorned and un-stored food, and laid waste to the lands that produced them, while also drinking the free waters of the sky Dry. And so the worlds that suffered from famine, weathered the storm that was Famine, and suffered the drought of his hunger, until the Being returned his eyes to his creation to see that his new being was far more than it could take. So with quickness born of patience, the Being took Famine away from creation to be contained, and his Ṟ̷̯̘̩̯͕͎̝͈͒̍́a̷̫͛̋̇̔̆͗̍́͂̒̃v̶̡͇͔͓́͗͐͠ĕ̵̺͈̖̩͚̗̣̭̓̇̓͑̀ņ̴̨̩̱͕̦̞̝̫͂̀̊̑͌̊̓̋́ͅͅo̵̢̺̝̘̳̙̲͒͜ú̴̝̭̘̣̫͆̀̑s̷̡̧̬̤̞̝̣͎̺͕͔̒̈́̇͛̍̕͠͠ hunger sealed away.