>>6067747>>6067695Set the charges. What did that mean exactly? And that man, he has looked at you with fear, hesitation. Yet...he also wanted to touch you. You muse and ponder on this. Your short lived creation was quite aggressive, if ineffective. Is that the natural state of things, people wanting to touch you, your creations wanting to murder them? But why would someone want to touch you? Why would you want to murder them for it?
A shadow appears in your entrance. The shadow resolves into an oddly indistinct figure. People are not supposed to be cloaked and blurred shadows are they? It stalks forward without a word, pausing ever so briefly when it sees you, then moves in close.
Then it pushes its arm deep into you.
This is a thoroughly unpleasant experience. You were under the impression your form was quite solid, perhaps smooth and glossy, but solid. It is not. The stranger shoves their arm around, digging inside of you, every motion a horrid cocktail of nausea and pain. Their fingers trail over your dirt, your egg shells and bread. Then they grab the mushroom and <span class="mu-i">yank[li], pulling the mushroom out of you.
Thief! Plundering fiend! Someone, without even the decency of a face, has come into your hole in the dirt and taken from you the one unique thing you've created.
“Ugh, it's always mushrooms isn't it?” She mutters.
Control Increased to 6
> Capture. Reach out and take something into yourself. What?Give it back! That is mine!
> Create. Use things you've taken to Create.Something to crush with!
> Command. Give orders. Impose your will. On who? To what end?Halt! Cease thief!
> Contemplate. Wait. Think.Seethe! Plot!</span>