>>6066442>>6066448>>6066479>Learn Thousand Segment Carrionpede Form 3/3, picrel>Head for Plague Town 2/3Your Shifu sets out immediately without looking back and you have to follow, clutching yourself, slopping piss and shit in a trail as you go. It doesn't seem as if anything's broken inside, but it's still awful to try to walk. You're going to check later if there's blood when you pee.
You pick up the crushed viper your Seafood used to squiggle from the floor as an afterthought. You hadn't eaten or drank anything near enough for the past day, and nothing at all since moon-drop (~3am), and it's half-sun (10am) now. Even with the pain in your belly you remember you are famished; you won't last to sun-drop (6pm) on the march without food. Goblins have always left the weak behind, and your Seafood seems like he would do the same.
Scalies you prefer to cook first and strip the hard scratchy top skin from the undermeat before eating, but Seafood's still going, and meat's meat. You put it in your mouth, and bite off a hard mouthful. Your life is tough to bite, yucks to eat, just like this scaley meat! So little nice foods! So few fuggens! So bitter, your lot in life! So... sour? And...itchydry-yburny?
>EB BLEHHHH>GAAAK NGAAK>PUEKH PUEKHHYou look at it! The snake meat! It looks nothing different, just a cold dead wheppet viper as you might catch in a treehole or a dead Humie's boot. Why does it taste like that!?
Your Seafood calls from the undergrowth outside, unseen. He hasn't stopped moving since you described and pointed out the direction of Plague Town.
"Gluttonous idiot! Don't eat everything you find in an Immortal's lair! Determine everything you put in your body! As you are now, flesh that is Yang-Overturned-Ying-Corrupted will disrupt your first and second vital flows! You will lose sensation in your extremities and your innards will harden! Who do you think you are? The Peerless Great ONESELF? FAHH HAHAHAHAA!!"
You fling the meat down, try to spit out saliva you don't really have to wash out the Bad Taste. Life survived means lesson learned, for a goblin
1 . You'll learn quickly, and with your Seafood's little lessons you'll learn LOTS.
Before long your Seafood stops. You've reach a village road, Humie and Furfoot tracks. The village itself is far away, but your Seafood hates the midday sun. You don't much like the sun either, it's too stabby on the eyes, but for once it's useful to you: your Seafood stopping means you get to stop. At least you can nurse your hurts a little and self-pity in peace.
Your belly has gone all bruised from the two deep thumps your Seafood gave you, and the knout to your forehead has come up a tender bump. Owch.
"Seafood. How'd you hits me? Jez now. You wuz onna ground, far on there, but you hits me. How?"
1: Goblinslayer lore. Gobs that survive bad things get worse 