Lost Soul
| Soaring Screamciding Slutskull | |||
|---|---|---|---|
 | |||
| Tier | Submortal | DPS | 1 |
| Stats | |||
| Size | 1. Tiny | Boob | 0. Intangible |
| HP | 2. Hammers | Regen | 5. Minute |
| Str | 1. Noodle | Agility | 1. Molasses |
| Squish | 3. Plush | Affect | 1. Yandere |
| Know | 1. Beastlike | Charm | 1. Loner |
| Default Moves | |||
| Death Scream | Drillsuck | ||
| Explosion | Flare Blitz | ||
Lost Souls are a submortal-tier slut species. A lost soul is a strange undead mutation that may result when a mortal or immortal is popped in an unsatisfying, listless way — most likely caused by an accident not remotely related to You. A tragedy, truly.
Formation. The original slut's head is pop dropped as this disembodied, levitating slutskull. She retains the soul of her original body, but acts with an almost bestial intelligence unconcerned with virtually everything. Devolving to this submortal effectively robs a slut of almost all her divinity.
Wandering Spirit. Any lost soul is defined by her listless wandering. All that remains to motivate her is the spark of furious, insatiable, and aggressive one-minded lust for only You. When not in Your presence her head floats listlessly through the air, surrounded by a faint cold-colored aura; she wanders aimlessly as in an almost blind search throughout the cosmos, even floating into the depths of space if need be. Her search may last eons.
Screamcide. A lost soul’s bestial lust is most evident if she lays eyes upon You; that is, if she finds without a doubt the invaluable treasure for which she searches. Her normally wispy cold hair bursts into burning red flames of passion, possibly encompassing her entire skull. Her eyes flash into a sharp crimson or fierce yellow as she lets out an unholy scream (the only speech she still utters) immediately before literally screaming face-first towards You through the air at ferocious speed. If unobstructed her face will smash into You with a smooch. This smooch so insanely forceful-on-impact that her entire skull is liable to pop apart in a burst of flame, with nothing but a burning-black kissmark left on Your invincible skin. With that act she finally delivers the zealous affection she’s craved to display ever since she was nonchalantly popped. The lost soul is finally freed from what remained of her body.
If You successfully intercept a screaming lost soul, You can (of course) slam her screaming smooch onto Your Godcock instead—enabling her to scream-suck that glorious obelisk with inhuman shrieks of impossibly zealous hyper-slurping deepthroats before (likely) still bursting with a fiery pop.
Soul Storm. According to legend, if some accident snuffed out an entire world, it could leave a swarm of billions floating out in space. There could be entire nebula-sized clouds of lost souls drifting in search of You, yearning for nothing more than just a glimpse of the one they crave so deeply. Merely appearing before them could cause a rain of screamcides lasting days, weeks, or even longer.