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The subject leaves subject-town to prowl a little further, and a lightning strike finds a pair of predators already half through their newest, most succulent meal.
Gluttony, the glutton, leeches some nutrients from distant root systems, and though they try, they do not overcome his innate defenses. Close run, though! These things are also loaded with interesting virals, they might not like giving up their precious molecules!
Amelius squeezes through a tight gap and brushes away some undergrowth. The doors are in a state. Activating the switch would likely have gone nowhere good. And beyond a... open space? The smell of cook fires? sweat? what seems almost like structures, in the gloom, and the sound of voices. But they're raised in alarm!!
And in front of Amelius, on the thickly grown grass and other plant matter, two dead forms have fresh green-stained wounds as blunt weaponry have crushed their fragile, bark-like skulls
>WAKING PHASE
>**ALL SUBECTS** can take a new turn; no hostiles are doing anything they wouldn't like to keep doing, and this is still light activity and simple things.
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