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Seeing your prey flee lights a fire inside of you–one that burns hotter every step you take! The <span class="mu-s">NOTBUG</span> takes to the walls, but it’s no use–even with all of those extra limbs it’s not fast enough to escape you!
Kicking off the nearest wall, you fly through the air with rocks in-hand towards your target and land with deadly accuracy on top of the beast’s exposed flesh!
Pushing its weak and flailing defenses aside, you <span class="mu-i">pulverize</span> the grotesque boils on the monster’s back and bask in the pleasure the violence brings!
Each blow feels better than the last, and as your vision turns red and you no longer feel your arms as they crash against the beast’s flesh, your hard work is rewarded by the distant, but <span class="mu-i">very</span> welcome sound of a female voice tickling your ears…
“<span class="mu-i">T h A T S A G O o d B o O o O y…</span>”
Wh-wha?
“I said <span class="mu-i">CHILL</span>, dude!”
The flame inside you goes out as if someone dumped a bucket of water on it. In this case, you quickly realize that someone is Raj.
“You okay, man?”
Yea, you stammer, still finding your way back to reality, but he didn’t hear a voice just now, right?
“A voice?” The skater repeats as he gives you a concerned glance, “Couldn’t hear <span class="mu-i">shit</span> over you laughing, man…
Doubt spreads through your chest like food dye in a water bottle. Laughing, huh?
“It’s all good, dude,” The skater replies as he offers you a hand to help you up, “I’m talkin’ to my buddy Diesel now, right? That means you’re still you!”
Right, you groan as you let your pal help you up, but it still doesn’t explain what the hell’s <span class="mu-i">happening</span>-
“We’ll get there, man… don’t worry!”
You feel inclined to argue–to tell Raj he doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about, but something about the casual way he mentions it puts your mind at ease somewhat… like the answer is just one page away…
“More importantly,” Raj segues as he looks down at your most recent victim, “What the hell was <span class="mu-i">that</span> supposed to be, huh?”
You dunno, you reply as you get to work brushing bug juice and chitin flakes off of your <span class="mu-s">TRENDY TRACKSUIT</span>, but you hope there aren’t any more skulking around…
“Yea…” Mutters the skater as he gives its now-lifeless corpse a nudge with Linda, “... looks kinda <span class="mu-i">human</span>... doesn’t it?”
>CONTD.
