>>6303322>>6303252>>6303205>>6303072You restrain yourself from eating your friends and colleagues. It's a herculean effort as they look delicious. You roar in frustration the room shakes and a strange distortion has begun to set in around your immediacy. A mist pours out of cracks between the world and blue fiery bursts of plasma arc between your body and the tears in reality.
Suddenly you feel a heavy weight on your back and a pressure around your neck. Rex has grabbed hold of you and is trying restrain you. Given his personal specs aren't too different from the infamous Adam Smasher he's not giving you a bear hug but crushing you with the strength of an industrial car crusher. You're not sure how much more you can take and it's starting to piss you off. Still, you resist the urge to kill him.
Blackwell and the rest of your team have retreated out of the room. Widow in particular appeared to be rather twichy when she left, that's probably not going to end well for somebod(y)ies. Rex is shouting in your ear, begging you to calm down.
You've had enough. You're hungry and it's time to feed. Rex can come along for the ride given how clingy he's being right now. You begin running at fully speed for a corner in the room, and then you're gone.
The horizons of space and time open up to you, and Rex's effort as subduing you turns into an existential grip for dear life. He's been dragged with you into angled space and he's going to have to deal.
While you do smell something delicious in the prehistory of earth and off into the far future. You're not confident enough you won't get lost given how new you are to all this and decide to stick to within the confines of the Sol system, for now.
>Hunt the fresh smelling lizard somewhere in South America>Hunt the smell the smell of fresh lobster you sense coming from the edge of the solar system>Something smells hot and tasty between Mercury and the Sun>You smell the musk of a rival not to far away. Go confront him, he might have caught something good. 