Cant — A contraction for carnivorous plant, in this case. I suppose it should really be C’ant, but let’s not quibble over technicalities.
So yes, a carnivorous plant. That’s the easy description. Sounds pretty straightforward, right? And it is, as far as it goes. The
real question is, what
kind of carnivorous plant is Cant? That’s open to negotiation. It can be simple like a pitcher plant, or it can be a more complex organism with vines and pods and digestive chambers. Details like that can be worked out before we start anything. If you have ideas, lemme hear ’em!
A few things.
» First, Cant will
never be sentient. Cant is a plant, is incapable of any form of communication, and is only aware enough of its surrounding environment to satisfy the need for nourishment.
» Second, requests for tentacle rape with a viny Cant will get you laughed at and ignored. That ain’t my thing.
» Third, Cant digests. No digestion, no scene. Sorry, but this one isn’t negotiable; digestion is my favorite part
of plant vore, and therefore the whole point of Cant’s existence.
» Fourth, Cant eats you, you do not eat Cant.
» Fifth, Cant doesn’t whisper scenes, but the private rooms are generally preferred over public rooms for scenes.
» Sixth, Cant isn’t picky about its prey’s gender, but I — as in, the player — heavily prefer female characters, and am highly turned off by hermaphrodites.
» Seventh, you just lost the game.
If I think of anything else, I’ll add it in.
There are an infinitude of fucks. When it comes to hiding who “The Player” is, I have stopped giving any of them.
(A veteran player operating under an
AssumedPseudonym.)