There are thirteen others, though even then that's just... it's more of a classification system, in a sense. Like naming colors if colors hated you.
There are major, easily-understandable hues, your blues and greens and such. Some of them clash and others flow into one another.
[ He'll start naming them off. ]
The Desolation, also known as the Lightless Flame; fire with everything good stripped from it, leaving only destruction. It is the fear of loss, of having everything good taken from you, and their avatars can- well- [ which is when he holds up his hand with a tired chuckle ] As I said, I've got my own reasons to avoid a handshake.
The End, obviously. The fear of death. The Dark as well, pretty self-explanatory. The Buried and the Vast are, effectively opposites: fear of being trapped and fear of your meaninglessness, of emptiness, in the face of the expanse. The Lonely, which can manifest just as powerfully in a crowd as on one's own. The Distortion, the fear of madness, of one's perceptions being off, of being unable to properly know reality. The Spider, or the Web, the fear of your actions not being your own, of being used, of being unable to escape another's machinations.
The Stranger, the fear of the unknown, your 'Uncanny Valley', that which is not at all familiar. The Corruption, the fear of rot, decay, putrification and infestation. The Slaughter or the Frenzy, the fear of violence, either directed or directionless.
[ He looks over at Ford.]
The other two are a bit... weird. But that's mostly because they're not really human fears. Their source is animals, and when they interact with people well... things get a bit weird.
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Date: 2019-02-07 01:00 pm (UTC)There are major, easily-understandable hues, your blues and greens and such. Some of them clash and others flow into one another.
[ He'll start naming them off. ]
The Desolation, also known as the Lightless Flame; fire with everything good stripped from it, leaving only destruction. It is the fear of loss, of having everything good taken from you, and their avatars can- well- [ which is when he holds up his hand with a tired chuckle ] As I said, I've got my own reasons to avoid a handshake.
The End, obviously. The fear of death. The Dark as well, pretty self-explanatory. The Buried and the Vast are, effectively opposites: fear of being trapped and fear of your meaninglessness, of emptiness, in the face of the expanse. The Lonely, which can manifest just as powerfully in a crowd as on one's own. The Distortion, the fear of madness, of one's perceptions being off, of being unable to properly know reality. The Spider, or the Web, the fear of your actions not being your own, of being used, of being unable to escape another's machinations.
The Stranger, the fear of the unknown, your 'Uncanny Valley', that which is not at all familiar. The Corruption, the fear of rot, decay, putrification and infestation. The Slaughter or the Frenzy, the fear of violence, either directed or directionless.
[ He looks over at Ford.]
The other two are a bit... weird. But that's mostly because they're not really human fears. Their source is animals, and when they interact with people well... things get a bit weird.