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There’s no good answer here. Pepper’s words are comforting, sure, but even with the combined might of your dipshit friends there’s no guarantee you’ll match up with whatever Rivka’s got cooking for you… and as uncomfortable of a thought it is, you really can’t tell if your newfound might came from your own willpower, the alien parasite currently taking up lodgings inside your body…
… or a little from Column A, a little from Column B.
But power always comes with a price, doesn’t it? The devil always gets his due somehow. You’ve been able to resist <span class="mu-r">THE HUNGER’S</span> influence for a while now, but if what the mad scientist says is true, it won’t be long before even <span class="mu-i">you</span> can’t fight back any more. You’ve gotten lucky avoiding harming your friends for most of the night, but if that power you’ve gained is turned on them, well…
You already nearly lost them way too many times tonight. And if they’ve gotta go, you don’t want to be the person sending ‘em off.
Even if you <span class="mu-i">can</span> wrangle the parasite too, Pepper’s got a point–there’s really no telling what’ll happen once you thrash Rivka: On one hand, you might take over as <span class="mu-s">PARASITE KING–</span>not really a crown you were looking to inherit, but a crown nonetheless.
On the other hand, your parasite, and those still burrowed into the other party guests, might not go quietly–and as tough as you’ve become, you really don’t like the thought of something kicking and screaming so close to your vital organs!
Every answer seems like the wrong one… and you’re getting tired of having to make the call.
But in life’s kitchen, there’s always gotta be a Head Chef–and tonight you’re the one stuck wearing the hat.
You hope you’ll live to regret all of this later…
Taking a steadying breath, you give the top of Pepper’s fiery head a tender kiss.
Before shoving her away and stuffing the <span class="mu-s">CURE</span> into your mouth!
The vegetable barely passes your lips when a storm of primeval <span class="mu-s">RAGE</span> washes over you as you feel the entity dig its claws into your brain!
<span class="mu-r">BETRAYER</span>
Your jaw locks up. Your vision fades under a curtain of <span class="mu-r">RED</span>. You lose your balance, your pulse <span class="mu-i">QUICKENS!</span> A war breaks loose within your body between you and the parasites, and even with the home advantage you feel yourself losing ground!
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Just when you feel yourself begin to fall, a set of large, calloused hands catch you while another, softer hand grabs your jaw!
“Get out of his BODY, YOU GOD<span class="mu-s">DAMN FREELOADER!</span>”
Pepper. She’s helping you CHEW!
“I GOTCHA, BRO!”
Another pair of hands snatches up your <span class="mu-s">WRIST WHIP</span> and wrestles it! <span class="mu-s">RAJ!</span>
The burn of the garlic’s juice washes over your mouth like an atomic blast–the final move in a body-wide conflict! As the parasite’s influence hangs on for dear life, it fills your mind with a shriek of complete and utter <span class="mu-s">TERROR</span>!
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