Oil is My Blood

== Ayyo ==
So its me, Chickendragon. Somewhat disappointed by contest results, but that means cannon can no longer strain my ambitions and I will tear it all up for my own personal entertainment. Ft. Petrawings cause they dope and I already made a character :)
=== A slight change to animus magic ===
Soul is the personality and memories of a dragon, its their being on its own. Everyone has a certain amount of soul at hatching, and they can accumulate more in the form of memories and aspects of their personality, although you need a little to get a little. Dead things don't have soul, they can't do crap. It's also worth mentioning that "soul deficiency" isn't really a thing? People who have mental disorders don't have less soul, they just have different "flavors" of it. 
Animus magic is the form of essentially spending part of one's soul to warp reality in some manner. Not everyone can figure out how to do it, typically, it's genetic. As they lose more of their soul, they're losing their memories, and their personality, even down to fundamental things, such as remembering basic skills or social conventions. It can be regenerated over time, but there's no way to immunize yourself against the loss in the first place. You must spend soul to get some. Animi can also, in theory, use the souls of other beings, if they're in contact, dying, etc, and they're really skilled. 
That's it for now, let's move onto the centerpiece. 
=== The World ===
The majority of the change deals with the new and improved Castle Distortia, which is now a gateway to hell the world I need a name for, thus, for now, we'll call it Factory. 
Factory is unique. Along with only one form of light (white( not like, white made up of other forms of light, but just pure, raw white light)), it's pretty empty. It has only five things: air, ground, metals, oil, and writhing masses of flesh. You can smelt ground, which is sand-like, into glass. There's no blood in this world. Oil is blood. The flesh masses can generate and use oil on their own, without the help of others. And it's not the little veggie oil you buy in a store, no, this is the gasoline-level explosives. The "animals" of Factory don't have bones, either. Instead, they use and shape metal to act as bones to "move around" and stuff. 
So like, how the heckity did Pyrrhia get in touch with Factory in the first place? That's Distortia's history. The details I need to figure out, but in a nutshell, an animus enchanted their castle, but that went horribly wrong and the animus opened up a gateway to Factory. They then got absorbed by the flesh mass and suddenly OOPS! Soul! The flesh mass acquired soul. Not much changed, however, just more suffering, but remember that flesh masses can accumilate soul and a very select few learn to manipulate it. 
Until Jet. Jet was a Petrawing with absolutely no sense of self-preservation and decided to head right into Distortia and into Factory. Any normal dragon would have died. But Jet was a Petrawing, and they can conduct electricity. So when the flesh mass tried to eat Jet, the oil-blood was sparked by Jet's Lodestone, and it fcking exploded. Showered in flaming guts and oil, Jet decided "I can work with this."
So they dawned a pair of rubber gloves and decided to build a dragon out of the oil-flesh just to test what exactly they could do. 
=== Catharwings are No Longer Catharwings or Dragons ===
The first dragon prototypes wanted to die and made it their life goal to dissolve back into flesh mass. Most of which succeeded. But by starting small, Jet could condition them into accepting a limited mortal form and be a dragon, for at least a while. Of this new tribe, Jet crowned themselves Sovereign. 
These new Factorlets (Factory's dragons) were really just impostors. They were not dragon. They only shared the body shape and the windpipes of regular dragons, otherwise, they were completely different. Most didn't have skin, it was just this funny-color flesh with "veins" still visible. Their eye lenses were glass, their scales and bones just straight metal, and they would live off of literal oil. 
They still resembled dragons, but had no wings, couldn't fly, looked hideous, being made out of raw meat and metal loosely strung together. 
But these creatures had soul, and they could feel it. Almost every Factorlet could feel their souls and some could even expend it. They didn't really know how or what to do with it, but it took the form of weaker animus magic, where one could modify their body to suit their needs, with a even more select few being able to affect other objects. 
=== Rebellion Phase Personified as History ===
Eventually, the Factorlets were curious about the outside world and wanted nothing to do with Jet. The GFE(Great Factorial Escape) was an event where a bunch of Factorlets decided to try and find out where Sovereign came from. They eventually traced the location to the underside of their palace, where the entrance from Factory to Distortia was. The problem being Jet wasn't going to just let a bunch of their abominations escape into the real world and do who knows what, most likely die when the stupid non-dragons tried to eat regular plants and get sick because plants aren't the raw oil of Factory. 
So the "dragons" of the GFE tried sneaking into the night, but Jet was prepared. They had lined the walls with flesh, so that if the dragons scraped it, the flesh glob would go on the attack and absorb all the escapees. But if Jet tried to leave, it would leave them alone or explode. So most of the creatures got sucked up into flesh wall and died. 
But few did escape, running free, learning to cope, even growing resilient to eating plants and animals, and disguising themselves as normal dragons. But to tell each other apart, they decided to leave a special symbol. Most couldn't agree on the symbol so it's really about guessing who is or isn't a dragon. 
Sovereign was upset, and created another being to hunt and find the escapees. This one was special, as in it could capture the escapees by absorbing them, and then its bones would split and it would clone itself using the absorbed target, to maximize the amount of hunting beings. They look like regular dragons, icewings perhaps, but they don't speak, don't eat, never sleep, and thrive off of a weird black liquid...
=== Living In Factory/Sovereign's City (Early Town) ===
Sucks. Sovereign really underestimated the strength of metal initially, but when realizing its power, they commanded immensely tall building to be built, until the block out Factory's... sun. Now, because they don't really have machines, skyscrapers are built by piling flesh piles onto where you want your building to be built, connect them to a Factorlet, and they control how the flesh blobs build towers. That's a thing in this world. By using metal pipes, one can communicate through them, through like, morse code oil or nerves I guess. So really, really big buildings get built, and no one knows what to do with them besides either crime or living in them. A lot of Factory's natural light is blocked out, and after Jet literally stole the sun, there's no left outside the cities, which draws in massive, untamed blobs of flesh. The walls are constantly under threat, no one knows what to even do half the time, and nine times out of ten, your place could be dismantled for someone else's favor. 
One point in the earlier section: The skyscraper builders are the second most powerful beings, asides from the untouchable Jet. They're basically centralized minds controlling massive bodies. They could (and totally would) assimilate anything that comes across their path. Some convert their flesh masses into more mech-like structures, using metal to support their bodies. 
Larger blobs of flesh will try to get in, but Jet constructed massive walls around his town, so that blobs can't get in. There's dragons dedicated to just constantly putting the walls back together and sometimes trying to fight whatever comes out the other side. 
There's very little in way of jobs. There's basically: cleanup, metal harvest (which no one likes), blacksmithing, oil collection, and oil distribution, a guard, wall builder, 30 scientists and, like, three librarians. Good luck even coming close to being a skyscraper-builder. Most Factorlets can't read. There's not much to write on or with, or even write about unless it's texts hailing Jet or insulting letters to the neighbor. Most of these jobs are simple and don't often need a lot of contribution when there's many Factorlets. At some point, Jet let other Factorlets make other Factorlets, so there's no specific job dedicated to it. Most Factorlets have little concept of doing work and getting something in return, or at least, the most they can wrap around is "I get fuel if I work." Others just work to pass the time. Those who run the jobs usually have an even worse time trying to understand management and distribution. 
=== Expansion ===
At some point, in the process of expansion, Jet decides to look bigger. They turn their eye to the sky, and more specifically, the sun. Jet figures out that the sun isn't really far away or really big. So they get a bunch of the smartest dragons together, and they make a giant harpoon that shoots the sun and reals it in. They then study it until the realize how it works (basically it's this infinitely burning ball of oil, that rolls on the ceiling of the world. He figures out that heyyyy, if this is all that it really is, why don't I just make another sun. Can't be that hard right? Only a few sacrifices and casualties and Presto! Another sun. He then wants to move to another location using the recently designed train system that really goes nowhere at this point. 
Using another sun as his base, he creates another town, but this one is just known as "City." Factorlets don't really have any other icons, especially those as famous as Jet was. So they just named this new town "City." City was located a longs ways off, forcing a rain system to be built. 
Oh did I mention? There's rail systems. They're not like... regular trains, but more like the skyscaper-builders putting on a metal suit and becoming trains. Eventually, other forms of rail, some that would use oil and technically have engines would be built, but this was the first and most popular. 
=== Close to the End of Jet's Reign ===
Yea no one's immortal. Not even the legendary, tribe-founding Jet. At some point they started to become less mobile, more like stone. Anticipating the near end of his life, he decided to outwork most of his ruling to one other factorlet. Most factorlets didn't really have names at this point, one just referred to the other by their most noticeable feature or where you guessed they lived. So at that point, Jet picked a name for that Factorlet: Sovereign Successor, or known as Sovsor. Sovsor was one of those city builders who absolutely loved Jet because of all the wonderful things Jet had done for them. 
Wip for now :)
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