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Description
This is Fleshie
She lives somewhere in a dead old empty town where noone else is.
She isn't really human and she isn't really something else. She is just a big flesh heap and all alone in the ways of being that.
Her anatomy is as if you took a big, thin plastic bag and then dumped some trash, some guts from random sources, some insides and some random meat and then you toss the bag all around the place. That is how her inner anatomy is like. It is moveable and it is all squishy and is made to survive high force contact, such as being squashed or alike. Even her heart and lungs aren't that overly sensetive to be sqashed.
Her only bones is a wobbly skull bone, two bones in her feet, two bendable wobbly bones in each leg and each arm and a spine. No shoulder or socket connections, only muscle keeps the bones moving.
Not able to talk, Fleshie communicates by making silly little sounds, squeals, muffled giggles, shrieks, grunts, groans and moans.
Having a hole within her neck, where she puts all her nutrients. She often vomits, which is a big ol' problem in general.

Still being able to hear and see, but she does it in other ways than you and me.

She falls over often, having such a wiggly and wobbly body with a heavy load of heaped flesh and insides around her legs, belly, hips and behind which is all by the power of gravity.

Fleshie has never met anyone except herself and likes to dress up in pretty clothes she has found in the old houses. She also tries on wigs and hats.

Description
This is Fleshie
She lives somewhere in a dead old empty town where noone else is.
She isn't really human and she isn't really something else. She is just a big flesh heap and all alone in the ways of being that.
Her anatomy is as if you took a big, thin plastic bag and then dumped some trash, some guts from random sources, some insides and some random meat and then you toss the bag all around the place. That is how her inner anatomy is like. It is moveable and it is all squishy and is made to survive high force contact, such as being squashed or alike. Even her heart and lungs aren't that overly sensetive to be sqashed.
Her only bones is a wobbly skull bone, two bones in her feet, two bendable wobbly bones in each leg and each arm and a spine. No shoulder or socket connections, only muscle keeps the bones moving.
Not able to talk, Fleshie communicates by making silly little sounds, squeals, muffled giggles, shrieks, grunts, groans and moans.
Having a hole within her neck, where she puts all her nutrients. She often vomits, which is a big ol' problem in general.

Still being able to hear and see, but she does it in other ways than you and me.

She falls over often, having such a wiggly and wobbly body with a heavy load of heaped flesh and insides around her legs, belly, hips and behind which is all by the power of gravity.

Fleshie has never met anyone except herself and likes to dress up in pretty clothes she has found in the old houses. She also tries on wigs and hats.