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You reach your hand out to start puppeteering one of the shotgun guards. Thin, translucent purple strings launch out of the tips of your fingers. They latch onto the arms and legs of the first shotgun guard. Your fingers begin to ache and bleed when you try to move his arms. He's struggling hard against your influence, barely moving his gun with your attempts.
You decide to go 'fuck it' and pop your SOMTOIN ALPHA pill in your mouth. Almost immediately your vision begins to twist and distort in on itself. The people around you twist and warp into something almost unrecognizable. Thick grey scales and silted eyes grow all over Ashley's body. Lex's skin peels off to reveal bleeding muscle and gore. The guards become a mess of misshapen limbs and boney protrusions in the vague shape of barrels.
...Quentin looks the same.
You try your best to ignore your body twisting and turning, fingers merging into hooves and fur coating your body, as you yank your hand to control your puppet. <span class="mu-r">BANG!</span>
Blood and gore splatters the floor. It squirms in delight when its host falls back to meet it. One of the guards is now DEAD. Dead-dead-DEAD!
>4/7 RESTRAINT LEFT
>-SOMOTION ALPHA, WILLPOWER IS NOW 6 AND CHARM IS AT 5. THE DRUG HAS LONG SINCE KICKED IN.
The horrifying monsters in front of you screech in horror at seeing one of their comrades die. The one you puppeteered quickly stuffs a hunk of something down the barrel of his arm and aims it at you. Quentin jumps in the way. <span class="mu-r">BANG!</span> Quentin's head is blown clean off by the powerful blast.
Yet he doesn't drop. His body continues to stomp forward to the absolute horror of the monsters and your 'allies'. There's no room for hesitation so your lizard and bleeding friends move in to capitalize on the distraction. The shotgun monster blasts another shell into Quentin's chest, knocking him down. With his last bit of control, Quentin wildly fires a round at the crowd before going limp.
It rips right across the shotgun monster's cheek, ripping through the latex-like material of its face. A surface level but PAINFUL wound. The monster screeches in agony and holds a hand to its cheek. It is distracted now. Good. You blast a round into one of its many legs. It falls to the ground in a kneeling position or whatever rough approximation its twisted body can do.
Ashley and Lex (you think? it's hard to tell anymore) are ripping into the horde of flesh and limbs guarding their precious leader. The shock of seeing one of their comrades die has clearly thrown the protectors off.
For every punch or kick they land, Ashley and Lex land two of their own. Blood coats Lex's brass knuckles as he knocks more and more teeth out of the protectors. You swear that Ashley's bat begins to crack underneath the strain of her breaking another person's arm.
Nasty if superficial bruises cover your allies-
A ear-shattering <span class="mu-r">BANG</span> erupts out of nowhere. A <span class="mu-r">hole is torn right into Ashley's shoulder.</span>
