>>3134783
>Search for shelter
Good to have you back Cursed!

>>3134783
>>Examine self.

We need to know what are we packing first

>>3134783
>Examine self.

>Examine self

>Examine self.

You can feel that you are... Diminished. When your world was dying, split apart by some great cataclysm lost to your memory, you shed away great portions of yourself, concealing your core, the essence of your being in the deepest cavern you could find. You used to be vast, a great consumer of all that crossed your path. You had eyes to see, legs with which to run and , skin as strong as stone.

Now... Now, with the diminished mind available to you, you can tell that you are the merest speck of yourself. Your crude eyespots cannot detect details but by stretching and flopping yourself about you discern that you are barely more than a blob of particularly thick mucous. Various tendrils of differing lengths extrude from the base of your "body", a ovoid mass of slimy tissue and several despots scattered about your form that can detect the presence of light or the absence of it. You can feel within you various soft deposits that feel... Viscous, their contents feeling directly linked to the consumption of food. If you actually had a stomach you are sure it would rumble in extreme hunger. You need food and you need it soon.

>Gained knowledge: Engulf: Like a overly large single celled organism, you can envelop smaller food sources and dissolve them within minutes.
>Biomass 0/5

>Search for food

>Search for shelter

>Other

>>3134832
>Search for food

With the eyesight of a snail I don't think we will have best lucks finding "safety".

>>3134832
>Search for food
food> living area

>>3134832
>Search for food

>Search for food.
>Roll me a 1d100. Bo3 pls

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>3134865
ready for the slurps

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3134865
I have hope FEED ME

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3134865

>>3134832

> Shelter first

>79

With your stomach (vacoule based digestive sack) metaphorically rumbling you burble and plop along the scattered and pulverized ores and asteroids, following the faint scents and chemical traces in the air. Ignoring those with inorganic nature, you cling to the base of a sheer wall and scoot along its outskirts, drawing closer and closer to something of a biological origin.

You move by pushing and pulling yourself along with the scattering of sticky tendrils along the base of your form, a inefficient but sufficiently speedy enough form of locomotion that brings you closer and closer to the tantalizing scent in a matter of minutes. Your eyespots detect a faint flicker of motion ahead of you, a flash of faint color against the gloom of the foundry floor.

You pause, your eyespots and tendrils waving about as you taste the air and observe to the best of your ability. A faint, plodding outline, dark purple against the gloom, the scent of biological tissue and organic waste, starchy and fibrous.

>Found a juvenile Dzizi rat eating a discarded protein bar. Enormously stupid and fast breeding, Dzizi rats are found galaxy wide. Able to survive in almost any environment, eat almost anything plant based or organic, harmless to the point of being ignored and dimwitted to the point of being near suicidal, these rotund purple rodents are a favored food source of basically everything.

>Sneak close and envelop

>Attempt to spray digestive enzymes on it.

>Try to lure it closer.

>Other

>>3134934
Whatever we are, it should be acidic.
>Spray digestive enzymes.

>>3134934
>Try to lure it closer.

>>3134934

>Sneak close and envelop
We don't want the rat running off now, don't we

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3134944
1
>>3134951
2
>>3134953
3

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>Sneak close and envelop
>also, tfw
>Also also, gimme 1d100. Bo3

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>3134958
Dice!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3134958
my (you) prevails

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3134958

Das Raycis gif.

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>85
>Sneaki beaki like
>Pic related

You arent sure if you can catch up to this rotund ball of fluff and fat if it manages to detect your approach so you instinctively flatten yourself down, oozing closer like the malevolent slime you are. Your tendrils grip the uneven metal of the floors easily and haul your forward an inch at a time, your body barely an inch high but nearly a foot across in it's flattened state. Your eyespots extend on tiny stalks, homing in on the scent and outline of your target as you creep closer, leaving a trail of glistening mucus in your wake.

Several times you pause and sit absolutely still as the Dzizi rat squeaks curiously, looking up from its meal to examine its surroundings but luckily the dimwitted vermin fails to notice you as you draw ever closer.

Finally, you sit within reach and you coil your tendrils beneath you, bunching them like slime coated springs as you pull your mass up to Your full and unimpressive height before throwing yourself forward with all of your might.

Success! Your body thrums with excitement as you curl your tendrils around the flailing and squeaking rodent, the verminous creature overwhelmed by your mass as you envelop it, tendrils wrapping about its throat, legs and body, you pull the unfortunate rodent and it's erstwhile meal into your mass, your acidic nodules releasing in a flood of chemicals as your "stomach" seals around your meal,your body stretched tight around them both as the terrified Dzizi rat and the stalwart protein bar begin dissolving into a nutritious mush, the orangish blood of the Dzizi rat staining your interior a dull orange as it's struggles slow and cease, its body breaking down while it drowns in an acidic mixture of digestive fluids and it's own blood.

You sit there for quite some time, digesting your meal in safety and quiet, the nutrients and biomass you have absorbed filling you to the point of bursting. You need more! You need to grow!

>Biomass 5/5! Gained 2 Bio Points! Pick a tier and describe what you want. Keep it simple at first.

>Senses

>Skin

>Limbs

>Maw

>Other

>>3134983
>>Senses. The ability to gain definition to whatever is seen. While I don't think it can look as clear as a human, it should surely see shapes and the landscape well enough.


>>Skin. Being a squishy slime with digestive enzymes is no good. We now have the ability to not to burst if stepped on.

>>3134983
>Better list now that my phone is on the charger.

>Senses (vision, hearing, smell, light spectrums, etc)

>Skin (thicken skin, makes it more sticky for clinging, toughness, develop into a shell, etc)

>Limbs (enhance your tentacle bois, longer, stronger, spikes, suction cups, a stinger, consolidate them into legs, etc)

>Body (make yourself hardier. Get some bones or something similar to that, get some solidity in your life dammit)

>Maw. (Eat things better. Better acidic digestion. Gain specialized acid sprayer, a hard beak like a octopus, a gnawing mouth like a sea urchin, etc)

>Other. Use your fuckin imagination i dunno.

>>3135002
>>Senses (vision, hearing, smell, light spectrums, etc)
>>Skin (thicken skin, makes it more sticky for clinging, toughness, develop into a shell, etc)

>>3135032
I'll tack that onto Jando's as per the nonspecifics

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>>3135002
>OTHER

You are a tiny horror, roughly the size of a large balled fist. Pale pulsating flesh wrapped in a hard shell of glittering black carapace, sprouting from your body a set of six long legs which function equally as legs and as hooks for snaring more food. Your tentacles are long whips, sticky fronds for entangling living things and digesting your meals with corrosive digestive enzymes. Your entire body is covered in a film of sensory cells which let you see the heat of other living things and taste their chemical makeup, you have no mouth, no eyes, no nose, or any other such crude organs.

There's my submission.

>Senses> vision Lv1. Eyespots upgraded to simple eyes! You dont have any advanced vision but you can pick things out with more detail at longer distances!
>Skin > Skin Lv1. Your skin becomes thicker and tougher. Youre still a acid filled snot balloon but you're a at least harder to pop now.

As You digest your meal, your body undergoes instinctive, cellular changes to your entire biology. Your body grows slightly, increasing your mass by at least a third while your tendrils become longer and stronger to accomadate your increased "bulk". The more advanced eyes of the Dzizi rat have been broken down entirely, their mechanism and function down to the cellular level discerned by your body. As you filter the material ingested by its usefulness, you notice the surrounding area becoming clearer and more detailed as your eyespots grow and develop, cellular growth enlarging them and turning them from photosensitive patches of cells to actual, function, simple eyes.

You regard the area around you with vague interest as your skin takes a cue from the cutaneous tissue of the Dzizi rat, thickening slightly, adoption a tactile feel similar to that of an amphibian if that amphibian was coated in mildly acidic mucous. You can tell you are still fragile but you think that most creatures your size or smaller would have a far harder time harming you unless they possessed specialized piercing digits. You turn this way and that, your body jiggling and plopping wetly as you happily smack your tendrils on the ground, splashing in the small pool of mucous and Dzizi rat blood.

>Search for shelter.

>Search for more food. That rat came from somewhere.

>Explore the area.

>Examine self

>>3135043
Excellent suggestion spooky. That would be a few biopoints down the road however as those would be more tier 3 or 4 upgrades.

>>3135054
>Search for shelter.

>>3135054
>Search for shelter

>>3135054
>>Search for more food. That rat came from somewhere.

>>3135066
Support.

>Gonna grab some food real quick. Back in 30 minutes

>>3135054
>Search for shelter

>Search for shelter.
>Roll me 1d100. Bo3, specify whether you want to remain in the foundry or move into the more habitated regions of the station

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3135174

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>3135174

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3135174
>remain in the foundary

>>3135188
>>remain in the foundary

>>3135174
>specify whether you want to remain in the foundry or move into the more habitated regions of the station
Forgot to specify
Central air ducts, the air returns specifically.

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>>3135194
Supporting this, all of the best things happen in the air ducts.

>>3135212
And if we get hungry, we follow the scents to the foods.

>64, move into the air ducts like a slimy hobo

Your newly developed eyes pan around the cavernous space around you. Your mildly increased cognitive abilities inform you that this vast space is devoid of any cover beyond the lumps of rock and ores that are now moving on a vast,rattling conveyor system towards a dull, ruddy red glow in the distance that every fiber of your being informs you is not a safe spot to be. You cast your eyes, extended on small stalks of your core tissue around and look for any place at all to take cover from anything larger than yourself that may come by. If that food scrap the rodent was eating was any indication then creatures significantly larger than yourself moved through here occasionally and the last thing you needed was to be crushed under a wayward doorstep.

To your simpleminded joy, you notice a grate in the wall, its corner chewed away by rust and gnawing rodent teeth. The space is just large enough for you to squeze through, your acidic slime lubricating your passage through as you ooze and pull your way past the rusted metal, tendrils of thick slime hanging from the rusted grate as you slide and plop your way through the interior of the duct, tiny scraps of organic matter (Dzizi rat droppings) being absorbed into your mass as you ooze along, your tendrils slapping the metal with flat, wet plops as you drag yourself along, your simple eyes peering ever forward as you explore the reaches of this new area.

>Time passes.

You push yourself into the corner of the junction in the air ducts, wriggling with contentment as a pair of your tendrils you with the dedicated skull of a deceased Dzizi rat. It seemz the rodents are truly everywhere in this space as three of the ducts from this junction are heavy with their slightly acrid scent. Two of the others have a slightly more.... Tempting smell while another has a scent that brings to mind the chlorophyll rich forests of your "youth" along with the rich scent of moving and active lifeforms.

>Biomass 0/10

>Go hunt some Dzizi rats down the ducts.

>Go forage in the hydroponics and live specimen wing

>Go scout the residential wings

>Other

>>3135251
>>Go hunt some Dzizi rats down the ducts.

>>3135251
>Go forage in the hydroponics and live specimen wing

mmmm, plants. This is my vegan body

>>3135251
>Other
Instead of hunting one rat at a time, we should spread our biomass into a corrosive mesh webbing in this junction so anything of significant size moving through the space will get snared in corrosive threads. Patience may deliver us a much larger meal which will let us grow and change more rapidly in the long run.

>>3135251
We should start with what we know. We're tiny and virtually defenseless, anything bigger than a Dzizi rat could easily kill us.

Time for more rats!

>>3135259
support

>>3135259
Wouldn't that mean we dry out faster, since this is a high air flow area?

>>3135259
Supporting. Living spiderweb time

>>3135283
Up to Cursed to decide if that's an issue or not, I'm going to assume that if it's not explicitly something we can't do, then at least it's something we can take a shot at.

>Set a trap with sticky acidic mucous
>Roll me 1d100. Bo3 as always.
>We spiderslug now

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>3135503
Rollum.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3135503

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>3135503

Here I come in with my first nat 100 in the quest

>>3135558

How dare you decieve me. RNGesus

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>86. Spiderslug! Spiderslug! Does whatever a spiderslu-OHMYGODITSEATINGMYFACE!!
>Gained ability: Acidic Slime: Traps

You idly inspect the skull held by a pair of your "manipulator" tendrils, those not used mainly for locomotion. The skull itself is nearly two thirds the size of the juvenile you consumed. The adults themselves may actually be larger than you are right now. If You wish to capture, consume and absorb one of these vermin you'll need to work smarter, not harder.

It is with a simple minded drive and tireless dedication that you focus yourself and thicken the mucous secreted by your tendrils, increasing its acidity and rendering it viscous, sticky and able to set into a semi solid strand once exposed to the air. Over the next few hours, you weave a simple web of sticky, acidic strands that crisscross the ducts that smell of Dzizi rats and other vermin. While the web itself would be unable to to kill larger vermin the web of gluey strands would immobilize and injure any unfortunate enough to wander into it, the caustic mucous adhering to their very flesh as it burns into them.

With your simple traps completed, you secret yourself into the corner of the duct intersection and while away the hours as you idly toy with your pilfered skull, your acidic slime having eaten grooves and divots into the calcite. Your simple eyes focus in the darkness as you sit and wait, hunger sharpening your senses to a razor keenness as the tapping of dull claws echoes along the vent.

"Screek!"
*acidic hissing noises*

One of your traps jerks and twitches as a large, rotund Dzizi rat, likely a mature adult, trashes against the gluey coils fastened around its forelimb, midsection and lower jaw. Vapor and the stench of bubbling flesh hisses around the coils of mucousy slime. Orange blood bubbles from the grooves but from the size of the creature and the shallowness of the grooves, these are little more than superficial wounds.

You have to do something or it may escape!

>Zerg rush and envelop all of it you can. Give it a big hug

>Squirt your spicy load in its eyes and face. Blind and disable it

>Attempt to grapple with your tentacles. Sweep the leg!

>other. Imaginationland?

>>3135571
>Zerg rush and envelop all of it you can. Give it a big hug

>>3135571
>Zerg rush and envelop all of it you can. Give it a big hug

>>3135571
>Other
Collapse some of the other threads onto it, further ensnaring it, then wrap our entire mass around it's nose and mouth. This creature has an inefficient mode of breathing where it can only exchange gasses through those holes in it's head, if we cover those up it will quickly be too weak to struggle.

>>3135571
>>other. Imaginationland?
We go spelunking. Any orifice will do. Eat it from the inside out. If we play this right it may run to it's kin for comfort and safety, then we eat them too after we erupt from it's skin like a new friend.

>>3135583

Sounds fun and comfy, supportan

>>3135583
Yeah I'll throw support behind this. Making new friends is very important.

>>3135590
>throw support behind this.
>Rat's terror increases. It has now dropped the soap.

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Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>3135583
>Not sure if disgusted or aroused....
>TFWitsBoth.jpg

All fucking righty then. We're doing this.

>Roll me a 1d100. Beat my roll with Bo3 to overpower this purple space retard and force yourself into SOME orifice and pilot him around like a cross between a fleshy Mech suit and the worlds creepiest lunchable

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3135599

EAT

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3135599
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_DVS_303kQ

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3135599
Oh fug.

>>3135603
Whew, close one. Good job.

>65.
>Open wide and say AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH

Your simple eyes inform you that the vermin is simply too large for you to successfully envelop. If You spread yourself thin enough to cover it then it would be able to claw or bite its way free and probably fatally injure you. However as it flails and struggles, you cant help but appreciate the wealth of biomass it offers if you could just get access to it.

As the Dzizi rat struggles, you catch sight of a possible point of ingress that doesnt seem lined with sharp outcroppings of bone and enamel. Tucked under the creatures tail lies your path to its *tasty* interior and with single minded purpose you seethe forward, your gelatinous body plopping and slurping as you lunge forward, your manipulator tendrils wrapping around the rats back legs as you force yourself bodily into the cavity. Your slime aids you in your spelunking expedition as the rats screeches of agony intensify, blood and tissue sizzling alike as they interact with your acidic body. With a final squelching pop, you flip into the nether region's of the Dzizi rats digestive system, the array of predigested pellets of waste serving only to what your appetite as the rat lurches and screeches in agony, ripping its way free of the net in blind pain and staggering away, its belly swollen with your mass as you begin eating it alive.

>Biomass 1/10. Rat will expire at 5/10. Rat will be consumed entirely at 10/10. You can directly pilot the meatsuit between 5 and 10 biomass

>Urge the rat forward to its brethren. Help friends!

>Cause the rat pain and make it squeal in further distress.

>Consume it at a accelerated pace and go for direct control.

>Try to slow down your consumption and see where it takes you..

>Other

>>3135617
>Urge the rat forward to its brethren. Help friends!

>>3135617

>Urge the rat forward to its brethren. Help friends!

>>3135620
>>3135621
Support, while we've got all this biomass to work with we should also develop some organ which can effectively kill multiple organisms like this to be prepared for when our temporary shell eventually expires. We probably won't be able to pull this trick off twice against a rat that isn't immobilized and distracted, which means a fair fight. I suggest some kind of whip or tendril like organ with an extremely sharp edge, something which we can strike and kill small animals with easily to defend ourself until we can grow more durable.

>>3135627
Once we are by the friends, we work our way up to the rat's mouth and spray acid in their faces one by one. Its an ability we already have.

>Urge the rat forward to its friends.
>Roll me 1d100 to see if you can make it get there before you eat its vitals

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3135636
Endurance dice!

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3135636

>Got to head to bed anons. I'll pick this back up in tomorrow, posting a update around 3pm cause that's when my lunch is. I'll be picking it up in earnest after 9pm. Goodnight and stay awesome! If Sorboclese or spook want to throw some updates on while I'm out, they can if they so choose.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3135636

Third roll should be good right?

>>3135644

Night Cursed

>>3135644
>>3135644
What have you done...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

Spook. I am down for rotating QMs. I am gonna sleep, but I think it could be fun.
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>79 (my own roll, how masturbatory)

Your acids gnaw away at the inside of the rat, liquefied gore and blood nourish growing tissues while your body studies the construction of this unfortunate host on an unconscious level. Terrified squeeks carry it forward, for now the pain has ceased due to all nearby nerve ending's being eaten away. Heavy thumps are muted through a layer of rapidly thinning fat as the rodent crashes through the ducts, slamming into walls and jostling you about.

Eventually, the wild ride stops. Your host has expired, a side effect of digesting an important artery. You are content to push your way up through the digestive track, eyes detecting light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. An odd chuffing noise can be heard, you spot several smaller rats sniffing at the mouth of your host. Apparently it had children.

>Gained 6 Biomass
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>Sit and digest your meal as slowly as possible, wait for them to calm down and drop their guard. (1d100) easy.
>Spray acid now, at their faces. (-1 biomass) (1d100)
>Attempt to puppet the corpse while you slow down the digestion process, all things are normal. Lure them somewhere easier to trap. (1d100) Hard
>Other, Imagination time.

>>3135650
I'd input some posts if I knew where we were headed and what the mechanics and rules are, as is I only have enough knowledge to play.
>Other
Build up the gasses and corrosives of the rat's internals and prepare ourselves to burst free, showering the other rats in burning acid and hopefully stunning them. That will allow us to subdue and consume them all simultaneously along with the remainder of our previous shell.

Rolled 25 (1d60)

>>3135656
>exploding rat.
Roll me a 1d100, beat my roll.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3135662
One last roll for me, then I'll knock off to bed. Eagerly await resuming tomorrow.

>>3135664
>90-25=Great success
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You stretch your body out, and plug up the available vectors for gas to exit on the rapidly decaying rat. All around you flesh is loosing cohesion as it liquifies into a slurry of nutrients for your rapidly growing body. From the outside the jiggling, bloating corpse draws the attention of it's children who curiously gather around, one attempting to approach for feeding. Soon even the dimwitted purple rodents realize something is wrong, no one should puff up this much. The corpse looking like a foot ball a moment before it explodes, coating everything in the tight chamber with a fine layer of acidic slime and digesting meat.

The ratlings screech and take off slipping as their flesh sizzles and blisters, slamming into thin metal walls or mindlessly biting at eachother in a panic. Your eyes adjust to the gloom and in total you count 4 blinded ratlings and one very dead one who was too close to the blast. You detect strange vibrations that seem to come and go as the scene is surveyed.
>Gained 2 biomass, the rest of the corpse is not recoverable.
----
>rapidly remove the remaining rodents
>Examine your surroundings
>eat the dead one, the others are going no where.

I'm passing out for the night.

>>3135668
>Examine your surroundings

I don't like the sound of those vibrations. Quickly check out the scene around you, then go for the blinded ratlings, they can't go anywhere in their condition.

>>3135680
Looking around, you spot what is likely the source of the vibrational disturbance. Your acid is eating away rusty ductwork at an alarming rate. Blinded ratlings mostly whimper and stay in place now, grooming their acid scalded fur. The rumbling picks back up again, now more violent, ripples jiggle through your slick flesh.
---
I need a 1d100, best of 3.
>Eat the dead ratling and get a move on. (DC25)
>Attempt to herd the four ratlings away and ignore the dead one. (DC 55)
>Attempt to consume all biomass and escape. (DC 75)
>Fuck it. Eat them all and see where you land (DC 85)

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3135688

>>3135689
OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3135688

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3135688

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>>3135688
Interally you shrug, and roll towards the nearest source of biological matter; the dead rat. As you start to flatten out to wrap around it a series of metallic warbles and pings are followed with a loud snap. For the first time in your memory you experience freefall, the Dzizi ratlings screaming in terrified pips to one another as they scrabble for purchase on non existent ground. You really lack the capacity to feel fear, but there is uncertainty slowly registering before you suddenly stop, slamming against the "ceiling" with enough force that your fleshy membrane ruptures. Your traveling companions fared little better, and seem to be dead. You would have moved to consume them but suddenly everything is thrown sideways and you slam into the wall of the severely crumpled duct again.

There is noise, so much noise. Footfalls and machine noise, the acrid emissions of superheated metal and chemicals, voices, smells from countless worlds. Ruddy light shines into your temporary home, illuminating orange blood and gore. A faceless, eyeless rat gasps agonally in it's last moments of life. Staying still you wait for several moments as it expires, nothing his disrupted you so far.
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>Peak outside
>Stay quiet and eat the rats to heal and gain biomass.

>>3135907
>Stay quiet and eat the rats to heal and gain biomass

>>3135907
>Stay quiet and eat the rats to heal and gain biomass.

>>3135907
>Stay quiet and eat the rats to heal and gain biomass.

>>3135907
>>Stay quiet and eat the rats to heal and gain biomass.

>>3135907
>Stay quiet and eat the rats to heal and gain biomass.

>>3135907
>>3135925
>>3135937
>>3136017
>>3136149
>>3136296

>Hide out and eat rat.

9

You decide that with the volume of noise and activity, it would be better to stay stationary. Working your way through the crumpled and rotting section of air handling ductwork, you find the mangled bodies of the ratlings. Without much effort, you consume them one by one. Liquified organs and sticky orange blood are soaked through your wet amphibian like skin to be added to the total biomoass. Despite the being at near bursting, you cant help but feel like you lost a lot of potential food there. The urge to assimilate and change is too much, as if you can't control it.
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>21/10 biomass! Gained 2 bio points. Upgrades cost their level in biopoints, how you spend them is up to you.

Lv2>Senses (vision, hearing, smell, light spectrums, etc)

LV2>Skin (thicken skin, makes it more sticky for clinging, toughness, develop into a shell, etc)

LV1>Limbs (enhance your tentacle bois, longer, stronger, spikes, suction cups, a stinger, consolidate them into legs, etc)

LV1>Body (make yourself hardier. Get some bones or something similar to that, get some solidity in your life dammit)

LV1>Maw. (Eat things better. Better acidic digestion. Gain specialized acid sprayer, a hard beak like a octopus, a gnawing mouth like a sea urchin, etc)

LV1>Other. Use your fuckin imagination i dunno.
(not yet unlocked)-rat mimic: Do a very poor impersonation of a rat. good for reducing suspicion, and climbing.
(not yet unlocked)-parasite: slow your digestion to inhabit a host for longer.

>>3136454
skeletal structure support for musculature and supporting the bodys weight so it does not collapse under its own weight and other amazing functions

>>3136454
This >>3136478, and a specialized whip like limb with a sharp edge or point. These organisms seem to use a series of vulnerable tubes to transport their vital fluids which makes them very vulnerable to being punctured or cut open. It would be to our benefit to have a limb to kill them easily.

>>3136478
Yeah, I likes. I guess we can evolve a spine supported by inner tentacles that work as pillars, as if it were a very elastic ribcage, making us look a lil' more streamlined.

We would be able to pull ourselves way faster this way.

And of course>>3136492 the spine reaches past that and ends into a whip-like tail. Very sharp OwO

>>3136478
>>3136492
>>3136604
I'll support all of these. A skeletal structure for supporting our body's weight, and a whipcord tail with a sharp stinger on the end.

>>3136653
so like a slimy slug thats snakelike with bladed scorpion tail thing like a exoskeletonless scorpion with slug eyes and stretched out body

>>3136653
>>3136454
This sounds good.

>>3136478
>>3136492
>LV2 Body, LV2 Limbs, 11/20 biomass available.

Your crumpled abode becomes tighter as you elongate and grow, taking some semblance of shape. Inside you a cartilage like skeleton is inspired by the Dzizi rat's own begins to take shape. A newly formed spine continues to extend twice your body length into a sinewy tail with a simple keratin point, reinforced by a wad of gummy muscles. Consciously taking your first shuddering breath, instinct takes over settling into an automatic pace. Before you have time to move or stretch your temporary abode goes flying again, impacting into something hard.

After hazarding a moment to peep outside you find that you are against a wall with a large amount of other debris in a massive open air corridor that leads into an even larger chamber. Acrid chemical fumes assault your primitive senses and cause your eyes to water, while a thousand voices compete with one another for significance. A living tide of bipeds, in many different formats, with other species mixed in is overwhelming to look at and causes you to retreat back into the ducting. So far no one has seen you.
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Pick one and roll 1d100
>Escape into the garbage pile and see if there is anything to eat while you wait. (roll 1d100 for garbage quality)
>Examine the surroundings and prepare for egress. (roll 1d100)
>Try to stealthily hitch a ride on an unsuspecting biped. (roll 1d100 for stealth)

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3136767
Stealthly climb back to the vents

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>3136775

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3136775
Support and roll.

>>3136788
>85.>lets make this work.
There was no option to climb back into the vents. Consider this the first heads up that unless write in is available I won't accept it.
---
Between groups of bipeds, you dare to poke out an eye stalk just enough to spy a vent which is very close to the garbage. You bubble contently at the thought of getting away from all this danger, your acid has already eroded enough of the duct that you have had to take refuge in the refuse pile. The intact grate is a huge problem though. While rusted, it looks sturdy, too sturdy to force through, and thanks to your new skeleton, you wont be fitting through any thin cracks on it. You notice the other side of the corridor has a large pile of trash as well near it is an open doorway into a darkened maintenance area. Further away machines seem to be automatically collecting piles of garbage periodically.
---
Roll 1d100 and pick a choice.
>Pass time and eat garbage to gain enough biomass to develop a new solution.
-1d100 to see if you get picked up by the trash collectors/ quality of the trash you find.
>Rub your acid slime on the grate cover repeatedly over a period of time to erode it.
-1d100 to see if you get picked up by the trash collectors and/ or spotted.
>try to dash to the other garbage pile.
-1d100 to see if you get spotted/ quality of the trash you find.
>try to bolt straight into the maintenance area.
-1d100 to see if you get spotted.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>3136858
>>try to bolt straight into the maintenance area.
>-1d100 to see if you get spotted.
Aight op-ette

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3136858
>>Pass time and eat garbage to gain enough biomass to develop a new solution.

meal time

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>3136886
Supporting this, we need more food to become a beautiful big brain boy.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3136858
>Pass time and eat garbage to gain enough biomass to develop a new solution.
-1d100 to see if you get picked up by the trash collectors/ quality of the trash you find.

Can we create other ..... "things" like us ?

or do we need reproductive organs ?

Or we can t ? (Well even just becoming the greatest predator alone is not bad )

Anyway all this garbage is free food, so we shouldn t leave it. Especially because we don t need to hunt it, and there is a lot of variety.


After eating here we could try to find colonies of those rats, and hunt them down.

>>3136961
Eventually you can anon. Eventually

>>3136896
>78: Eat all the leftover thai food.

You spend the day happily absorbing a wide variety of organic matter, from meat, to plant matter, to totally synthesized crap that these creatures seem to eat, which even you struggle to pull any nutritional value from. There is a wide variety of new "ideas" inside this food as well, hints at the world around you, and exciting new forms that could be possible. Nothing solid enough to draw a full conclusion, yet. You sponge over the last morel, some stale yeast and water byproduct, slurping it greedily from a metallic container. You are now big enough that moving disrupts the smaller bits of garbage. Thankfully its late in this location's time cycle, and few bipeds or even machines seem present. Your long tail wags in excitement as you feel the change overtaking you.

Gained 15/20 potential biomass on top of 11 biomass. Threshold reached. 26/20 biomass.
---
Pick an upgrade. You have 2 points. A level 2 upgrade costs 2 points, and a level 1 costs 1. and so on and so on.

Lv2>Senses (vision, hearing, smell, light spectrums, etc)

LV2>Skin (thicken skin, makes it more sticky for clinging, toughness, develop into a shell, etc)

LV2>Limbs (enhance your tentacle bois, longer, stronger, spikes, suction cups, a stinger, consolidate them into legs, etc)

LV2>Body (make yourself hardier. Get some bones or something similar to that, get some solidity in your life dammit)

LV1>Maw. (Eat things better. Better acidic digestion. Gain specialized acid sprayer, a hard beak like a octopus, a gnawing mouth like a sea urchin, etc)

LV1>Other. Use your fuckin imagination i dunno.
(not yet unlocked)-rat mimic: Do a very poor impersonation of a rat. good for reducing suspicion, and climbing.
(not yet unlocked)-parasite: slow your digestion to inhabit a host for longer.

>>3137163
I'm not sure if this counts as body or limbs, but since we seem to already favor becoming a longboi let's continue the trend and develop into a properly snake-like shape. This will allow us to use the vents for longer since our body will not get jammed in the tighter spots, as well as move deceptively fast and more easily snare and consume prey.

>>3137163
i say muscles under our skin that acts like a snails foot allowing us to glide and crawl on any surface

>>3137184
>>3137175
if you are going snek, consider a maw upgrade to grant elasticity, or venom, acid spray. etc.

>>3137163
>Lv2 > Lv3 body.
>Our "bones" coalesce into a more cohesive mass, forming a semi rigid skeletonthat extends behind us, tapering to our long whiplike tail that grows scalpel sharp. Our rudimentary muscles become stronger, allowing us to move and hunt faster and be generally more deadly.

>>3137163
>LV2>Skin (thicken skin, makes it more sticky for clinging, toughness, develop into a shell, etc)

>>3137245
>>3137184
>>3137175
throwing in support for a better bod.

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Here's a little sketch of our acidic slime-snake thing.

>Lv3 Body
>Lv1 Stinger
>Lv2 Skin
>Lv1 Maw
>Lv2 Skin
>Lv2 limbs
>6/40 biomass

The trash pile shifts and lurches as you digest your meal, the absorbed biomass repurposed into useful tissues. Under your slime coated, amphibian like skin, muscles and cartilage swell and shift, forcing a rudimentary skeletal structure into being. Your simple eyes move forward along what could vaguely be called your "head" sitting in loose clusters along the front of the thickened cartiliginous shell protecting your slowly condensing cerebral tissues. Your tendrils thicken and lengthen, coils and ropes of muscle similar to that of some simple cephalopod. Your simple spine strengthens and lengthens, adding leverage to your movements while your body stretches out nearly two feet long, your tendrils spaced unevenly along its length in wriggling clusters. The whiplike tendril at the "end" of your body thickens and bulges with bands of cordlike muscle and simple sinews, the simple keratinous blade at its tip extending with the calcite additions of meat and bone scraps from the biological tissues and wastes you had consumed.

You burble and plop happily, slapping your tendrils on the ground contentedly as your eyes peer out into the dim lighting of the corridor, the flood of bipeds, hovering gas bags, quadrupeds and synthetics having passed you by long ago. You seem to have found yourself in a habituated region of the station, likely a lower class area for the workers of the foundry or dock. You can spot nothing but the simple synthetics that scurry along and clean the rubbish away into chutes in the walls and floors. Various vermin and creatures scatter with squeaks and burbles of discontent as the synthetics approach to toss their feeding and breeding grounds into a possible crushing and burning demise.

>Follow the fleeing vermin into the walls, get to cover. And food

>Defend your pile of trash. You spit acid after all.

>allow yourself to be tossed. Rubbish is tasty.

>Other

>>3137426
>Follow the fleeing vermin into the walls.

>>3137399
so jelly fish snake
>>3137426
>Follow the fleeing vermin into the walls, get to cover. And food
you can wait here for the trash of tomorrow

>>3137426
>Follow the fleeing vermin into the walls, get to cover. And food

we have a vital duty to protect this station from the rat plague.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>Follow the prey into the grates and pipes, avoid the robot-janitors

>Roll me 2d100 pls. Second roll must beat my roll or you will be discovered

Rolled 26, 38 = 64 (2d100)

>>3137500
Solid...snek.

Rolled 52, 36 = 88 (2d100)

>>3137426

Rolled 49, 50 = 99 (2d100)

>>3137500
wew

>52! You escape into the pipes and vents with nary a scratch.
>50>9! The robo-janitors dont even notice you.

Your simple eyes lock on to a Skaali grub, the simple minded insectoid creature wriggling into the vent corner rusted grate. The semi-sentient spawn of the Skaali brood are plump, fast growing and exist as vermin until they reach their pupioid stage and become much more dangerous. But for now, they exist as food that is significantly more filling than a Dzizi rat or some garbage.

With a burble and a hiss of focus, you wriggle after the grub, your tendrils pulling and pushing you along as you flail your way forward in a squigling fashion that eventually becomes serpentine slithers as you accustom to your new body. With single minded determination, you dive into the rusted grate after the fat grub, just inches ahead of the grasping claw of a model X-92 Janitorial Synthetic, the haphazardly assembled robot dimly aware garbage had just moved on its own. It's corroded brain attempts to file this before glitching, a short audio file playing from its speakers before it reprocesses onto its assigned task, picking up used contraceptive barriers and food scraps.

Within the darkened confines of the ductwork and piping, you press yourself low against the floor and examine the myriad of scents and signs that are evident along the floor.

>The four clawed footprints of Dzizi rats. Stupid, fat and weak. Cheap, easy prey.

>The stubby clawed digits of a Skaali grub, the insectoids like to work in groups and are a hearty meal. Beware the molted ones.

>The orange drag marks and small scratches in the flooring. Something of decent size came through here and had itself a Dzizi rat for dinner.

>other

>>3137539

>The stubby clawed digits of a Skaali grub, the insectoids like to work in groups and are a hearty meal. Beware the molted ones.

Time to test our tail's stinger against a mighty foe! (a bug)

>>3137542
A football sized grub with a set of tearing and chewing jaws that grows to eventually be a 7 foot tall insectoid killing machine

>>3137542
supported. We must gorge on grub until we are a big boi.

>>3137542
+1 this

>Hunt the grubs.

You drag a tendrils along the faint foot-digit prints in the dust and burble to yourself happily as slither along along the trail of the Skaali grubs. While the creature you saw is only slightly more massive than yourself, it's soft white flesh and gnashing mandibles should be no match for you. Your stinger twitches excitedly as flick it above you, the scalpel sharp point quivering as you imagine plunging it into your victims and rending their delicious entrails into paste.

The deeper You venture into the ductwork, the cooler it grows, the air itself and the metal of the ductwork cold enough that beads of condensation drip down the metal and collect in acrid puddles that shimmer with an oily sheen, your acidic slime hissing slightly as the scraps of organic matter,molds and shed chitin interact with the viscous mucous. You curl into a ball at the edge of a junction and regard a pair of the grubs, tussling over a scrap of a half eaten Kyrian Wriggler, the multiplied amphibian torn to shreds by their jaws. Behind the tussling Grubs, a nest of resinous chitin and discarded rubbish is piled along the far wall of the junction, blocking one duct entirely. Grubs drowse and munch happily on their pilfered stores of food, their only thought on feeding and growing. You almost feel a kinship with them before a much larger figure emerges from the nest, shoving aside one of the smaller grubs and snatching its scavenged Dzizi rat pup, the freshly molted Skaali Nymph using its sharpened forelimbs to rip the pups carcass apart and shove it into its maw, blood and putrescent slime dropping down its pale white carapace as the eight legged insectoid lurches back into the makeshift nest, it's compound eyes glistening wetly as it bullies more food from its smaller brethren.

>Try to scavenge some of this biomass out here. These Grubs arent very efficient. (Easy)

>Try to lure one of the grubs out here to you and ambush it. (Medium)

>Try to set a trap (write in)

>Charge in headfirst, spray acid and eat bitches. (Hard)

>Back out. You dont want home.

>>3137564
>>Try to scavenge some of this biomass out here. These Grubs arent very efficient. (Easy)
And
>Try to set a trap
They have to go out to get food every once in a while and then they'll find themselves in a sticky acid net

>>3137564

>Charge in headfirst, spray acid and eat bitches. (Hard)

WHO DO YOU THINK I AM. I AM AN INTERGALACTIC BEING THAT AROSE FROM ITS SLUMBER TO CONSUUUUUUME

>>3137569
Support. this is a one shot after all!

>>3137564
>a pair of the grubs, tussling over a scrap of a half eaten Kyrian Wriggler, the multiplied amphibian torn to shreds by their jaws. Behind the tussling Grubs, a nest of resinous chitin and discarded rubbish is piled along the far wall of the junction, blocking one duct entirely. Grubs drowse and munch happily on their pilfered stores of food, their only thought on feeding and growing.
Fuck if the scene isn't absolute comfy, QM.

>Sleep calls to me. If spook or sorb wish to QM till I return, that's fucking neato m80's. I'll be back tomorrow with some more violence (*-')7

>>3137568
This, though I think a web trap isn't going to pose a threat to a powerful chitinous bug.

Ambush the nymph on its next exit, go for its weak points.

>>3137578
>>3137568
*I have to rule out my own vote, so here we go.
>Ambush the nymph.
You conclude that bait is needed, the thing clearly an opportunistic eater. You spend the next several hours setting up a trap in the darkness...
---
pick one and roll a 1d100

>A highly practical ambush
>An environmental trap taking advantage of some leaking pipes.
>A plague of rats.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3137614
>A plague of rats.

More biomass even if things go wrong.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3137614
>>A plague of rats.
I'm gonna vote for this if only to see HOW we're gonna make this possible.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>3137614
>A plague of rats.
I am picturing we create a path to funnel the rats through towards the nest then scare them into fleeing

>>3137649
Double meal today. Well if we manage to eat all the bugs and then the rats.


We could make a maw that combines both the insect and rat ones.

Even if smell and hearing could be useful as well, or maybe more brain ?

>>3137649
>96: Rats it is.
You retreat for now, slithering back through the artificial caves, through rotted holes in long forgotten bulkheads and under machines that occupy a place between antique and ancient, still thrumming away and barely operable through the unique blend of maintenance and neglect a slowly failing automated system can provide. None of that mattered for you, only the scent; a large community of Dzizi rats happily squeaked and chirruped near by, not far now, just shy of a hundred...

It actually took work to prod them into motion, so fat, content, and lazy were they, feeding off of some sort of biological waste sluice pipe like a great teat of some forgotten god. After non fatally stabbing a few in the rump, the horde got the idea and the stampede began, the rat collective fleeing their new threat. Of course they tried to scatter, but those that did were rapidly caught in sticky acidic strands. Their screeching and thrashing served a far better funnel than anything else available. Path by twisting path, the rats made their way back to the lair of the nymph.

The grubs seemed to notice first, ceasing their nibbling of some mildly glowing radioactive fungus, white bodies articulating at the head to scan in the source of the growing vibration. Little rolls of insectoid fat collected around their heads as they did. In time to be trampled under a wave of fuzzy flesh. The few rats that were struck down by their indignation were replaced ten fold, and then ten fold again, a squeaking tide that had long forgotten why they were running and only that they had ran far enough. Soon they simply began to mindlessly eat once more, content to be around food.

The Nymph would put a quick end to that, exploding from the darkness to gorge itself on their flesh, all the while you held the other end of the cavern, preventing the rats from fleeing. Instead a swirling vortex of furry panic and terror shits ensued. Gulping greedily, orange blood spilling from it's jaws the nymph ate unto torpor and immobility, its simple insect mind allowing for no other option. Once it was resting, changes taking place within it's body that would prepare it for the molt, you moved in, lidless eyes staring, almost admiring the organism for a moment as the rats made the first wise choice of their life and scattered from the two predators.
---
>Crawl on in, time to eat this from the inside out, and maybe practice flesh piloting.
>Stab it in the brain and be done with it, the feast can wait no longer.
>Write in

the highest number of votes for a particular choice wins.

>>3137732
>Stab it in the brain and be done with it, the feast can wait no longer.

>>3137732
>Crawl on in, time to eat this from the inside out, and maybe practice flesh piloting
Regardless of what path we choose, body puppetry will be a useful skill. Let's practice it now while we still can.

>>3137732
>Write in
I am tempted to hijack it and learn from its metamorphosis for our own purposes.
Minimal eating, maximum control.

>>3137739
Ok

Then i change this
>>3137735


To

>Crawl on in, time to eat this from the inside out, and maybe practice flesh piloting.

>>3137742
support

>>3137739
+1 this

>>3137741
This

>>3137732
>>Stab it in the brain and be done with it, the feast can wait no longer.

>>3137732
>Stab it in the brain and be done with it, the feast can wait no longer.

Rolled 5 (1d70)

>>3137735
>>3138369
You spend the next few moments considering what to do in your own little goopey way. Worming your way into it's slumbering throat was not overly difficult, even as your acids started to work on it's exoskeleton. What was an issue was when it started to wake up in panic. A quick jab of your bladed tail through the soft pallet into it's brain put an end to that with an ad-hoc lobotomy. The overstuffed gullet of the nymph served to insulate it against your acids, mutilated fluffy corpses taking the brunt of your biology. Nestled in a temporary cocoon made of liqifying fur and flesh, you bask in the nutrients and unfurl tendrils away from your body, seeking out the ganglions just beyond the muscular gullet of the nymph.

The Nymph begins to jerk erratically to the rats who had already begun to nervously chew at it's tail, causing them to scatter. Slowly, the thing rises up, a blank stare and slack jaws as it takes wobbly and tentative movements forward.
---
Roll 1d100 to control the nymph and make use of it's nervous system, beat my roll.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3138548

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3138548

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3138548
ZOMBUG-MECHSUIT HOOOOOOOO

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>3138548

>>3138556
It takes a bit of time, but eventually you puzzle out the alien neural signals flickering through the body of the nymph. Tendrils bore through flesh and chitin, bypassing the mutilated brain to interface directly with it's eyes, twisting around scent receptors located throughout it's body. Even as you gain new input, you feel the toll your digestion is taking on this organism. Pain, an entirely abstract and academic thought and sense to you, is mounting within your host. The time with this one is limited.
----
Pick one, roll 1d100, the high roll wins.
>Go on a rat killing rampage and stock up as much biomass as you can.
>Use the speed of this creature to rapidly relocate to a new location full of potential.
>Spend this time learning to control your own body in relation to not killing the host so fast.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3138596
>>Go on a rat killing rampage and stock up as much biomass as you can.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>3138596
>>Go on a rat killing rampage and stock up as much biomass as you can.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3138596
>Spend this time learning to control your own body in relation to not killing the host so fast.

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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3138596
Rampage?
......
RAAAAAAMPAAAAAAAAGE!!!!

>>3138596
>>Spend this time learning to control your own body in relation to not killing the host so fast.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>3138623
forgot to roll

>>3138613
>75: Slow ride.

The glimmer of intelligence in you dictates that there needs to be control. The Nymph's movements go from being a gruesome parody of itself to nearly passable as it paces and crawls around the lair. The feedback from your host gradually grows weaker, and slower to respond despite your best efforts to digest nonessential parts first. By the time the nymph crashes to the ground it is little more than a husk. You spend a few hours mopping up chunks of slain rat and grub, each one having its own unique flavor profiles.
----

>Bonus Unlock completed: Parasite LV1: Stay in a host for a longer period of time without killing them, see what they see, feel what they feel, eventually know what they know?

>Gained 3 upgrade points.

CursedQM, you are in control.

>>3138627
>Maw. (Eat things better. Better acidic digestion. Gain specialized acid sprayer, a hard beak like a octopus, a gnawing mouth like a sea urchin, etc)
Fangs to inject our fluids into things

>>3138627
>Maw. (Eat things better. Better acidic digestion. Gain specialized acid sprayer, a hard beak like a octopus, a gnawing mouth like a sea urchin, etc)

a combine mouth of a rat and an insect so we can grab a prey, stop it and then eat it.

>>3138627
>LV2>Limbs (enhance your tentacle bois, longer, stronger, spikes, suction cups, a stinger, consolidate them into legs, etc)

Develop a pair of insect wings from the bio-mass of the grub biology to allow better transportation.

>>3138652
Seconding. Also upgrade Limbs to level 3, add suction cups to let us cling to walls and our prey.

Gimme an hour goyim im on my last tenner!

>>3138874
Take your time CursedQM, we're just happy that you're running this awesome oneshot.

>>3138652
support

>>3138652
>>3138759
First post from me, I think improving our bite, perhaps with a venomous set of fangs or an octopus like beak, would be useful. I also like suction cup tendrils for better wall climbing- spider slime goes where spider slime wants.

Revamping the point cost a bit. You have 3 points available which means 3 upgrades. This is either going to be a oneshot or a relaxed, fun times quest so we may as well get a little nuts.
>Lv3 Body (get stronk)
>Lv2 Stinger (shank bitches)
>Lv2 Skin (Have a tough exterior)
>Lv1 Brain (smart boi)
>Lv1 Lungs (breathe gud)
>Lv2 Senses (see/smell/hear the things)
>Lv1 Maw> Lv2 (mild Acidic venom fangs in a simple jaw)
>Lv2 Limbs >Lv3 (stronger tendrils with suction cups)
>Lv1 Parasite (Live inside bigger stuff)
>0/80 biomass
>1 point remaining.

>Spend your point or bank it? Y/N

>>3139140
>Lv1 Brain (smart boi)
Smart boi becomes smarter boi!

>>3139140
>Lv1 Maw> Lv2 (mild Acidic venom fangs in a simple jaw)
>Lv2 Skin (Have a tough exterior) but with points opening to the still jell like flesh like giant pores allowing us to more easily excrete the acid like a weird hagfish/ell/snake/scorpion/octopus slime

>>3139140
>>Lv1 Brain (smart boi)

>>3139140
>Lv2 Limbs >Lv3 (stronger tendrils with suction cups)

Limbs are pretty key. Not just for utility, but also mimicking creatures, mobility, combat utility, even something to leave behind to be eaten if necessary.

>>3139140
> Brain

> Maw

> Limbs

>>3139173
Supporting

>>3139210
supporting.

>>3139173
Support.

>Lv3 Body
>Lv2 Stinger
>Lv2 Skin
>Lv2 Brain (enhanced learning and simple thought)
>Lv1 Lungs
>Lv2 Senses
>Lv2 Maw (mild Acidic venom fangs in a simple jaw)
>Lv3 Limbs (stronger tendrils with suction points to grip)
>Lv1 Parasite
>0/80 biomass

Within the pale and faintly hissing husk of chitin and insectile bulk that used to be a Skaali Nymph, a change occurs in the deepest recess of your body. Bloated with digested biomatter and potential, you withdraw your tendrils from the nerve ganglion of the Nymph and curl yourself into a ball roughly where it's second stomach would be, bubbling softly in a makeshift cocoon of digesting flesh and softening chitin.

Your simple skull, vaguely oblong and dotted with your simple eye clusters elongated slightly, splitting across the bottom into a rudimentary jaw that is reinforced with calcium heavy cartilage and lined with stubby keratinous fangs, their hollow interiors repurposed as injection ports for small acidic nodules. Your bodily structures realign, allowing the jaw to be the main port of entry for biomatter you consume. A simple connective tube lines the back of your gullet and leads to a rudimentary stomach (merely the repurposed remains of your digestive vacoules collected into a larger sack) wedged beneath your simple lungs. Your skin is still capable of absorbing nutrients, water and air and producing the caustic slime that serves as the basis of your digestion but now you have the ability to eat as you used too. Within your thickening and expanding cartilage based skull, your simple neurological tissues grow and expand, forming a dense knot of neurons. You feel your simple consciousness "ascend" as you absorb more information from the world around you. While nowhere near on par with a sentients brain or even a particularly intelligent insect, you are leagues above the simple slime you started out as.

The tendrils clusters along your serpentine length condense like vines growing together, the groups of threes and fours fusing into longer and thicker single tendrils that are dotted on their underside with pockets of rubbery tissue in concave divots lined with deceptively powerful muscles. They pop with suction as you plop your tendrils along the interior of the Nymphs shell, providing a greatly increased amount of grip. You're not sure without testing but you believe slow movement along horizontal surfaces and even vertical ones could be possible if you take your time.

>spend time digesting the remains of the Nymph (gain biomass)

>Examine your surroundings.

>Begin consolidating some territory

>Examine self

>Other

>>3139278
>Examine your surroundings.

>>3139278
>spend time digesting the remains of the Nymph (gain biomass)

>>3139278
>Examine your surroundings.
With the new perspective of a beautiful big brain boy, the Nymph and rats seem smaller and less important, this place we are in is so much larger and there are smells of much larger biomass. Better understanding of the surroundings might fetch us a much better meal.

>>3139287
>>spend time digesting the remains of the Nymph (gain biomass)
like there is any question.

All tied up like the girls in my basement. Feed this hungry qm a tie breaker!!!

>>3139394
>Examine your surroundings.

>Examine your surroundings.

Like a subterannean creature popping up to view the outside world, you experimentally poke your head from a gap in the Nymphs Chiron armor, the gap having been one of the junctions between the insectoid xeno's thorax and head. What greets your simplified,fishlike eyes is a battlefield of grotesque proportions that serves to only make your newly formed stomach rumble in hunger. Dzizi rats and Skaali grubs lay in piles of wounded and slain, the Nymphs rampage of ravenous hatred having rent their bodies to shreds and appeared them under piercing forelimbs. Gnawed and masticated body parts lay scattered about, offal and various bodily fluids concealing in dark puddles around the savaged forms of the plump Dzizi rats and the previously unworried Skaali grubs. The casualties faced by both sides were enormous, the stampede of Dzizi rats suffocating and crushing the grubs under weight of numbers while the grubs powerful jaws tore and savaged the rats even as the bulbous larvae drowned in their opponents blood. Wounded and half crushed grubs slowly emerge from piles of their purple nemesese bodies while maimed Dzizi rats squeal unhappily, their blunt incisors gnashing the air as they stupidly attempt to get their bodies to move despite grievous and maiming injuries.

Intact and amazingly dimwitted Dzizi rats have overtaken the nest of the Skaali grubs, the scant few remainder of the insectoids holding their territory like virulent spring traps, lunging from their crevices to drag flailing rodents to a gruesome demise. The few Dzizi rats who witness this are far too dimwitted to even be alarmed, more concerned with the amount of food to be found here and the lack of hordes of tiny purple offspring.

They're already breeding for crying out loud.

You absentmindedly slurp up a cocktail of liquefied Dzizi rat and the remains of the nymphs respiratory organs, the delicious mixture coursing down your newly formed throat as you withdraw into your makeshift shell.

>Wounded and maimed Grubs and rats abound, while easy prey their scent and sound may draw some larger creatures to investigate. The Dzizi rats and Skaali grubs are attempting to garner control of this territory, the rats through overpopulation while the grubs through brutal murder.

>Biomass 1/80

>Engage some of the wounded grubs and rats. Easy prey.

>Take your gains and get before a big player shows up.

>Try to claim this area as your own.

>Hide within the shell and consume a bit more food.

>Other

God DAMN my autocorrect is all over the place. This new phone Will learn my ways I promise you anons

>>3139421
>>Engage some of the wounded grubs and rats. Easy prey.
But as soon as we start to sense that something bigger is coming, we get the heck out of dodge. Eat quickly, but carefully.

>>3139421
>Other
Target the injured and crippled and the dead, drag them into the depths of the decrepit walls, pack a space full of bodies. That way we can horde food and get out of here, then crawl back into our wall space and devour our catch at our leisure. Leave our corrosive webbing allover this place as we collect easy prey too, if something bigger comes to investigate we might be able to cripple it by laying traps, making it sufficiently weak that we can attack it and swing ourselves yet another large meal.

>>3139437
support and nest inside the makeshift shell made from the chiron

Gotta head to bed unfortunately anons, got a bit too much food in me and im drowsy as balls. With my day off coming I'll be able to post more tomorrow night and all day Sunday. Stay awesome my dudes

>>3139437
+1 this
Sounds like the best way to go about it.

The acid webbing seems like a really effective tool, allowing us to take down opponents way above our weight class. Maybe we can eventually develop it into even deadlier traps, like acid sacs exploding on touch or something like a zerg spine crawler. We Zerg hive now.

>>3139421
>>3139437
This, with a focus on just grabbing and hiding the dead to make it quick.

Second, put acid down yes but put it a) on the wounded wherever they breathe from so it gets in their lungs, finishing them off, and b) if we put it anywhere else, place it so that the acid leads away from wherever we go.

> get before a big player shows up.

I've noticed most bio quests seem to Bad End when Anons get too greedy and either attract a top predator, or sentient NPCs who then hunt them down.

So, just putting it out there, but I think it could be worth losing potential bio-mass in favor of caution until we have a better idea of where we are, what sort of ecology there is, etc.

Then again, it's a one shot.

>>3139492
Well we have acid injecting fangs for one. It also looks like we started out with acid stored in nodules within us.

It might be worth considering being able to spray it out like a skunk, so that it irritates and damages sensory organs of predators.

Also the acid sack aspect gives me an idea - we could leave a corpse or two out for scavenging with an acid nodule hidden inside it, so that when the scavenger tries to eat the nodule bursts.

Hopefully inside the scavenger, probably just on whatever it uses to investigate the corpse, but even if it doesn't do anything to the scavenger it should at least taint the corpse so that it tastes bad.

>>3139437
Support


We still don t have things like smell or hearing, a better sense of tact (that could help us in feel movement from the ground), better lungs and more tentacles. (that can become useful for a lot of things. For example 2 of them could just spit acid other 2 could have spikes and become whips)

avoid greater lifeforms, if we are not sure that we can take advantage of a moment of weakness.

It s better to eat more garbage, rats and this insects than try to kill a beast far more great and intelligent.

>Drag some of the wounded and dead into a hidey hole and survey the area.
Roll me 1d100 pls and lets see how much food you manage to stow away!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>3141418

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>3141418
Dice!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3141418

>>3141458
Noice

>73 > DC50
>stored 23 biomass worth of food!

With this areas "apex" predator down, consumed from within by your acidic self, youre sure its only a matter of time until another comes along to claim the territory. You're sure that if worst came to worst,you could stand your ground and hold this intersection but honestly, youd rather not risk it. A quick survey of the immediate area reveals a broken pipe, its edges rusted out and releasing a slow drip of oily water that forms part of the central pool of this intersection. The pipe connects to a larger system that is sure to have plenty of room for you especially with your serpentine shape.

You spend the next few hours dragging the tattered, battered, crushed and smothered remains of several Dzizi rats and Skaali grubs into the pipe, wrenching the larger ones limb from limb to make them fit through the opening if their bulk objects to the narrow steel sphincter. The interior of the pipe is corroded, lined with greasy, dripping molds and mildly glowing fungi, the endless trickle of water feeding a bed of thready blue moss that textures the bottom of the pipe enough that you have no issue finding purchase in the metal" especially aided by your new suction cups on your stronger tendrils.

Within the pipe, you pile your hoard along a bend in a widening section of the piping, peeking your eyes through a corroded portion overlooking the intersection of the ductwork. The few remaining Skaali grubs seem to shrink back in alarm as a skittering and snuffling echoes along the metallic labyrinth, claws clicking and scraping along the corroded alloy as the scent of bloodshed and carrion draws a new player into the arena of death.

A particularly large Grub attempts to ward off the approaching predator, hissing and clicking its oversized jaws, putting its loose skin up until it looks nearly twice its original size. With a wet thump and a snarl of irritation, a clawed and scaled forelimbs crushes the uppity insect into a paste of gore and torn flesh, dragging the remains forward before scooping them up with a tri-furcated maw, its interior lined with needlelike fangs. The creature is so large compared to the grubs that the floor freaks under its weight, it's six scaled limbs scratching the metal with curved talons that screech menacingly as the beast consumes the remains of the grub with a pair of large slurping bites, a long tongue cleaning it's claws of the greenish gore left by the grub's demise. The beast is so constrained by the relatively narrow confines of the ductwork it must bunch forward, creeping up slowly to reap the harvest of your efforts.

>Vaalen Scavenger has come to investigate.

>Hole up and snack in your hidey hole.

>Observe closely.

>Screw this, see where the pipes lead.

>Other

>>3141584
>Other
>Spray creature with acid spit.

Since it is creeping up slowly thanks to the tight fit, it won't be able to maneuver, forget backwards.

>>3141591
I'll throw my support by this, I think it might even be worth it to somehow increase the potency of our acid, perhaps sacrifice some biomass or something to give it an extra-lethal shot straight to the face and head. We don't want to take chances with something this much larger than we are.

>>3141591
>>3141584
Deposit an acid nodule in a corpse as a trap!

>>3141584
>Hole up and snack in your hidey hole

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>Give it a acid facial!
>Roll me 1d100! Best of 3 and beat my roll plsl

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3141797

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>3141797

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3141797

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3141797

>>3134783
I'm a newfag, what's happened so far, TLDR

>>3144012
Read it.

>>3144012
Just give it a read newfriend, the whole of the quest is contained in this one thread.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3141810
>65: Acid Bukkake
The beast stops its slavering and messy chewing to chuff at the air; a long sinewy tongue whips over it's face exposing numerous small pits that seem to vibrate slightly. Making it's way over to your pipe to investigate your loot no doubt. As you back up further, you emit a small hiss thanks to weak lungs. The warning is ignored and a tongue works it's way towards your kill pile, behind it a three jawed mouth fits around the pipe you hide in. Resolving that this is not ok, you hawk a massive acidic hawker down the pipe, over the tongue and straight into the maw of the offending fucker. There is a momentary pause as the Vaalen Scavenger chews the acid before the screeching begins. It's tongue almost immediatly melts off in a collection of liquefied meat and acid, something you merrily lap up as the entertainment outside continues. The beast's size makes it's thrashings rather destructive in the confined space, sparks and noxious gas begin filling the area, and even with your simple biology you feel ill. Its time to escape and sadly you might have to leave your stash behind for now. You look over at the pile of meat longingly. It is unfair. If you were able to process such feelings with your tiny, tiny, stupid little brain...time to escape. Behind you lies the mysteries of the unexplored pipe and its no doubt manyfold path. Ahead of you the Scavenger has exposed itself to you, leading to a possible repeat performance of the previous adventure, and with it possibilities. What turns from possibly poison gas becomes an explosion hazard as small puffs of flame start to gout from the pipes in the makeshift arena.

>>3144012
quest with rotating QMs depending on who's available/ gives enough of a damn at the time. You are a blob of genetic material that is growing into a bigger more murderous entity. or perhaps you will do something else. world is your oyster.
---
Roll me a 1d100 and pick one. there are no writeins. best of whatever is available by the time someone checks the quest again.

>Retreat into the pipe (no roll required. auto success)
>Gorge the stashed meat and retreat (low DC)
>"Infest" the scavenger and use it's speed to escape, by itself that is more meat than you would have lost anyway. (mid DC/ beat my roll)
>"Infest" the scavenger and attempt to use it's body to ride out the incoming disaster for all you can eat BBQ afterwards. (high DC/ beat my roll)

>>3144052
>"Infest" the scavenger and use it's speed to escape, by itself that is more meat than you would have lost anyway. (mid DC/ beat my roll)

>>3144052
>"Infest" the scavenger and use it's speed to escape, by itself that is more meat than you would have lost anyway. (mid DC/ beat my roll)

Yeah! He is busy suffering! We better look for a weak stop to pierce instead of going head first into it's mouth

>>3144052
>groge the stashed meat and run
Let's get what we have and run. there will be more meat

Rolled 46, 22 = 68 (2d100)

>>3144121
>>3144098
I'll roll for both, okay

>>3144140
>"Infest" the scavenger and use it's speed to escape, by itself that is more meat than you would have lost anyway. (mid DC/ beat my roll)
got 46
>Gorge and Run
got 22

>>3144075
>>3144098
Supporting these, since we got a favorable roll on it, a much bigger puppet will serve us well both as tool and meal.

>>3144169
Yeah, okay, the dice don't lie

>>3144146
Thanks for the work my man.
---
You lurch out of your hidey hole in the pipe and lunge at the six legged creature; the initial attempt to burrow into it's hind quarters was defeated by flailing limbs and outraged shrieks, the creature is angry at your attempts. Turning around to issue a warning roar it's trifold maw opens wide and...gags on you. An impressive leap into the jaws of death see you slide unharmed down the beast's gullet. It's stomach is full of tasty carrion and acid much more mild than your own. Almost immediately there is a war between it attempting to vomit you out, and your tendrils attempting to anchor you in place. after a protracted back and fourth, it would seem you are not going anywhere despite the thrashing. Tendrils dig in past muscle and find the crude neurons of the gut. Various signals studied and copied from the rats and insects yield mixed results. Eventually you find a signal that induces a wild and mad need to run, anywhere, everywhere, which is exactly what the Vaalen does. You are unsure as to where this ride will end, your brain is too weak to properly control something like this, let alone take over it's optic nerves, however you slow down the digestion and simply wait out the muted thunderous noises; Some explosive, other loud thumping of scaley feet, and at one point audible noises made by the bipeds you saw prior. Finally, hurt, terrified, and exhausted, the creature seems to have found a place to stop. Pained whimpers emit from your host, no doubt due to you digesting it's upper intestines. A furious scratching can be heard, it seems that the beast will tear itself open to be rid of you.
----
roll me "dice+1d100" in the options field without the " ", and pick an option.
>Eat it from within and be done with it before your meal escapes. (low DC)
>Take over the eyes and limbs fully (HARD DC)

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>3144193
Eat and run

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>3144193
>>Eat it from within and be done with it before your meal escapes. (low DC)
GIT

>>3134783
Hellish nightmare bump

>>3144193
Hey dude, I'd be willing to swap in as QM, I think I could be more active, no offense intended

>>3144198
Between the amount of scraps eaten from the creature's belly, to the nibbles you had earlier from the carrion field, there is more than enough biomass to sustain you. a long whipping tail begins to slice about from within, lashing open vital arteries and cutting important nerves. Soon the creature lies dying in a state of foxfire, as muscles spasm uselessly and a heart flutters without any fluid to pump. You gorge happily on everything, not stopping until you have had your fill, unlike the tougher insect this creature is almost all immediately bioavailable. Wherever you are is dark, quiet, and humid, there is a faint scratching and a hydraulic hiss that can be heard, as well as a few shafts of light in the distance, but that is unimportant, you are too full, too full...time...for change.
----

3 points available. since I am here, you can spend them as you see fit, without restrictions. When you make your choice, also roll a 1d100. Might makes right, the highest number is best number. Only select what is available, I will describe the changes that take place. Higher tiers are an obvious improvement in that area, but sometimes something more, or something different as well.

>Lv3 Body
>Lv2 Stinger
>Lv2 Skin
>Lv2 Brain (enhanced learning and simple thought)
>Lv1 Lungs
>Lv2 Senses
>Lv2 Maw (mild Acidic venom fangs in a simple jaw)
>Lv3 Limbs (stronger tendrils with suction points to grip)
>Lv1 Parasite (allows for longer and better control of infested organisms)
>LV0 Mimic (unlock at 3/6 creatures infested, unavailable until requirements are met)
>0/160 biomass

>>3144257
I say we dumped two into brains, and the other into parasite

>>3144252
None taken. Considering the nature of this quest there are a few things you'd need to know, I'd suggest stopping by the discord to meet with cursed for that one, its not my quest and the only other anon to get the greenlight is spook. If it was my quest id say lets go fucking nuts, so stay tuned on that. Big TL/DR: Kill things eat things, know the silent stars setting. every level doubles the required biomass to develop. 2-3 points per level to be spent as seen fit. We are on a space station.

>>3144264
https://discord.gg/8Jneuf channel is slow going like a delta bayou.

>>3144257
>Lv2 Brain (enhanced learning and simple thought)
>Lv1 Lungs
>Lv3 Limbs (stronger tendrils with suction points to grip)
It'd prefer if we had the ability to flee and not get strangled, grappling is seriously dangerous and it's better if we're on the giving than receiving end of it.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>3144290
forgot roll

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3144257
>Brain
>Parasite
>Body

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3144257
>Lv1 Lungs
>Lv2 Senses
>Lv1 Parasite (allows for longer and better control of infested organisms)

>>3144318
>game is over, MC has died of terminal illness. just a joke. keep rolling.

>>3144294
>>3144290
>Lv3 Brain (enhanced learning and simple thought)
>Lv2 Lungs
>Lv4 Limbs (stronger tendrils with suction points to grip)
---
Within the darkness you feel...no understand, you understand the changes taking place within your worm like body. Clusters of neurons bulge beneath translucent skin as branching arteries rush to feed a growing mind, greymatter pulsates beneath a flexible membrane. Lungs enlarge and stretch, flowing downward as the rudimentary shape of a chest etches itself onto an otherwise tube shape. Gasping breaths bring elation, and new sensory data, chemical and olfactory detection improved via larger air samples. Lastly you feel a pressing need to STRETCH, and do so. Long tendrils previously only equipped with simple suction cups now each sport their own little sub tendrils, though untested you can feel the strength in them. Clinging to walls is not impossible, and grasping things is not either. There is a big world out there should you just reach out and take it. You burble contentedly and skitter off into the darkness like the inbred offspring of a centipede, snake, lungfish, and a nightmare.
---
>Explore the light shafts, towards the scratching
>Explore the darkness further, towards the hydraulic noises

most votes wins. Goodnight anons.

>>3144425
>Explore the darkness further, towards the hydraulic noises

>>3144425
>Explore the darkness further, towards the hydraulic noises

>>3144445
Creeping through the darkness you eventually make your way towards archaic macinery, large pistons hissing and pushing, groaning with each thrust, long out of any appreciable maintenance cycle. Corrosion runs down their side from humidity eating away at overengineered metal. There is an aroma here, you take in a lungfull of it; It smells....delicious. Plastic implements are mixed with leftover cooked Biological matter as it is pressed into a chamber, crushed, and shoved down a hole. Where it goes is a mystery, but you could follow it. Each cube of that matter would be plenty to feed a growing thing. whatever you are. The rythmic slamming is concerning, you could just as easily become part of the cube, as opposed to the cube becoming part of you.
---
>Follow the cubes, avoid the crushing machinery (DC 80)
>Walk the fuck away, no meal is worth this shit, go into the light.

>>3144462
If write ins are ok
>Try to sabotage the crushing machine with acid spit and webbing
Maybe we can stop it and simply consume everything it would otherwise dispose of.

if not ok
>Walk the fuck away, no meal is worth this shit, go into the light.

>>3144462
>>3144470
Seconding. If sabotage isn't an option,
>Walk the fuck away, no meal is worth this shit, go into the light.

>>3144470
>>3144474
>Cursed MIA, likely till new year start. lets begin.
---
Your primitive mind recognizes risk vs reward quite well, and the juice is not worth the literal squeeze here. The machines are massive, each cube easily the size of the previous "room" where the killing field was. You could feast and grow huge, but, you simply are too small, too slow, and too weak, there is also an odd burning smell coming from the cubes destination chute. Slithering away into the light, you see that there are numerous grates, all showcasing a slice of life...
---
>Some sort of animal pen with organisms that have numeric symbols painted on them...how do you know that? You hear shouting and cheering in the distance.
>A very cold room full of metal doors on the walls stacked 3 high, lining 3 walls of the room. It is very quiet here aside from the fan moving air out of the room, you will have to deal with that.
>A place with many flashing lights and a strong smell of ozone. There is no meat here, but its mentally stimulating.
>An illegal dwelling, nothing more than a 5x4 concrete room with a sleeping alien inside that looks vaguely equine. The organism's ear ticks towards the vent on near reflex.
---
Roll 1d100 and pick where to.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3145174
>>A very cold room full of metal doors on the walls stacked 3 high, lining 3 walls of the room. It is very quiet here aside from the fan moving air out of the room, you will have to deal with that.
Two of the four sound increasingly dangerous and likely to bring our existence to light.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>3145174
>A very cold room full of metal doors on the walls stacked 3 high, lining 3 walls of the room. It is very quiet here aside from the fan moving air out of the room, you will have to deal with that.

A containment? Space Minecraft server room that needs cooling?

>>3145193
>>3145192
>95: Well stocked.

Cold air meets you like a slap to the face, a new sensation. The hinged vent cover flaps slightly in the breeze as you work a tendril under it and ease your way into the room. Cold, but not cold enough for ice formation. You smell it there, carrion. Where? Only metal doors, but the smell is enticing. The grey tile floors are dimly illuminated by greenish white overhead lights that flicker in erratic pulses every so often. Near you is a well used and stained circular drain, just big enough for you if the cover was removed.

One of the doors is slightly ajar, and up on the third row. Your suction cup tentacles allow you to scale the metal surface, leaving a light trail of slime that etches the polished steel ever so slightly. Pushing into the small opening, you find yourself with quite the prospect. A deceased organism sits, chilled, as if waiting for you.
---
>Eat.
>Quickly take inventory of all the doors.
>Ensure you are left alone.

>>3145281
>Ensure you are left alone.
Let's guarantee ourselves some privacy before we enjoy our popsicle.

>>3145281
>>Ensure you are left alone.
Lock ourselves inside and no one can interrupt.

>>3145313
Supporting this.

>>3145308
>>3145313
Whipping about you use your newfound intellect to ensure you are not interrupted. The little flickering box near the door is sprayed with acid from across the room, some sort of smart entry device, no longer so smart. With a bubbling hiss it's plastic housing melts away, corrosion eating into the logic unit within. A fail safe to prevent corpse theft locks the door. This is probably not a reputable facility. You have likely alerted someone to your presence, but it will be a while before anyone comes to check. the door is strong and heavy from it's appearance. Sliding back into the refrigerated cell, you get cozy with the biomass, acids dripping from your maw in an involuntary response. The corpse is a welcome change from garbage and things that fight back.

>Gained 100 biomass

>110/160 biomass

Soon all that is left on the metal slab are mildly acidic juices and one bloated monster. You are the latter. Hunger still wracks you, but you notice the first attempt at investigating the door "Thing's broken again. fuck. Go get Carl." There is so much potential here, you are loathe to leave it behind, but you eat so slowly right now.
>1/27 morgue bays investigated
----
Roll 1d100 and pick a choice. highest roll wins. best of 3, roll also determine quality of result.
>Open all the doors and see what is behind them.
>Immediately open the next meal locker.