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You look down at your hands. Instead of fingers, you have two solid hunks of keratin. A light pinkish white fur grows from your wrist to the rest of your arm. What the actual fuck? You levitate over the bottle of pills you just took.
...Intense hallucinations. Shit. You toss it back onto the desk before sprinting over to the bathroom. You swear that your walking feels funny as you do so and it's NOT because of you being hungover. You force the door open and stare deeply at the cracked mirror.
Long snout. Big floppy ears. Big, black eyes that don't seem to have any pupils. Your head is replaced with a deer's! Well, you guess "doe" in this situation since you have no antlers. THAT DOESN'T FUCKING HELP! YOU LOOK LIKE A FREAK!
[UNSTABLE] WHAT'S NEXT, WE'RE GOING TO SPROUT MOTH WINGS AND FLY HEAD FIRST INTO A LIGHTBULB? THEY TRICKED US! Z-CORP FUCKED US OVER!
[UNSTABLE] WE'RE A FREAK OF NATURE! THEY'RE GOING TO TRACK US DOWN AND USE US TO SHILL CHRISTMAS! IT'S ALREADY SNOWING EVERY DAY IN THIS DISTRICT, GIVE US A BREAK!!!
You are officially freaking the fuck out. You hope to whatever higher power that exists that this bizarre transformation is only the result of your brain overclocked on a mixture of alcohol and booze. You grip onto the sink with your fucked up hoof hands. Feels like you're walking on high heels or something, you rather not look at your feet to confirm.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Perhaps this is just a mental metaphor for how you feel like you're pushing past your own humanity with what you just did. You do feel an untapped potential where there wasn't before.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Take a deep breath. This is simply a side effect of training your abilities.
Maybe some fresh air will help clear your mind. You grab your low quality coat from your closet and try your best to put it on in your drugged, hungover state. You force the door open with your powers and rush out in the dark, snowy abyss that is the City.
Somehow you feel less cold than you normally would. Your mind's just playing tricks on you, isn't it? Once you're outside the front door, you notice how dark it actually is outside. You would be completely blind out here if it wasn't for the streetlights still shining.
It must be 4 or 5AM, if you had to guess. Okay. You hopefully won't make TOO much of an ass of yourself while walking around. You begin making your trek down the frostbitten streets of District 7. Walking is a complete hassle with your messed up sense of perception but you force yourself to keep moving.
The darkness is NOT helping you here. Hazy, brightly colored silhouettes pass by you while you walk down the sidewalk. Yet...
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Your mind focuses on the City around you. The buildings keep their shape, their form, their identity. Your vision might swim with colors but you know the City is still what it always has been.
With this, you're able to gain some focus. You keep pushing forward. To take in the sights of the City.
