>>5400749Last, after untold millions of generations of hellish struggle, the final Double Mouther floats in the waves. It is riddled with Latchers, wracked with cancer, and hasn’t eaten in a full local day. Its bud, the closest thing it had to a companion, has atrophied for lack of nutrition and detached to decay long ago. Both tongues lap the moisture, searching for some means of preserving its wretched life one moment longer, but despite its gnawing instincts, despite the ancient imperatives of its biology, it comes to a stop. On some existential level, the Double Mouther understands that it has lost. For its kind, there is no hope and for it, there is no future. In the last motion ever made by its species, it chooses to roll over, stop swimming, and let the eternal, crushing pressure pull its body into the abyss. This is the end of its evolutionary strife, and it is content.
For the first and last time, the Double Mouther has known peace.
The Double Mouther has gone extinct and the environment has changed radically since the first Flounder Feeder emerged. If it doesn’t wish to follow its former rival’s example, it must stay strong and continue to adapt.
>How should the Flounder Feeders evolve?>3/3 