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[Askot Bokbondeler]

damn, that was dumb

...

inject another 3 random syringes, one of them is bound to be awesome, right?...this is gonna be fun

[Tarran]

damn, that was dumb

...

inject another 3 random syringes, one of them is bound to be awesome, right?...this is gonna be fun

You inject the red one, you become a blob of liquid! Yet somehow you are still alive.

The lack of a actual body prevents you from injecting anymore into yourself.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

can i handle guns, still?

[Tarran]

can i handle guns, still?

Somewhat, though you have no experience controlling your new body.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

go deeper inside the facility

3: Multitudes of liquids on the floor.

go socialize

[Tarran]

go deeper inside the facility

3: Multitudes of liquids on the floor.

go socialize

They are similar to the ones you found in the syringes, so they aren't actual lifeforms.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

lick, or splash on some of these

[Raviaric]

>Pretend to be Jello.

[Tarran]

lick, or splash on some of these

Nothing happens. They don't seem to affect you.

(Hint that you would have never guessed)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Try turning back to normal.

>Pretend to be Jello.

You do so. Nothing happens.

[Raviaric]

>Be normal.

[Tarran]

>Be normal.

You become normal again, you don't get a refund of the red liquid though, at least you still have two uses worth.

[Tarran]

You find a note on the floor, with a "GM'' painted in red next to it.

[Archangel]

Prod the note with something organic then, if no harm comes to the prodding device, pick up the note, keeping an eye on our surroundings and our weapons ready, in case some diabolically intelligent creature has set a trap and baited it with this note.

[Tarran]

Prod the note with something organic then, if no harm comes to the prodding device, pick up the note, keeping an eye on our surroundings and our weapons ready, in case some diabolically intelligent creature has set a trap and baited it with this note.

(I was wondering if everyone got tired of this game)

You have nothing to prod it with.

The note says:

James buckler. Captain. 2415 (367 years ago).

"This note is for all the unlucky bastards like me who lost their ship to aliens, my notes will be your friends, should you ever stop seeing these notes I either died or ran out of paper. Hope it's the latter.

By now you are likely wondering how to open these rooms, well, there's an control room five miles south of here. You are likely asking "But the-the door!". Shut up, there's a hatch right next to the door. hidden at the top.

These creatures are highly susceptible to plasma, but can also fall to bullet fire. Don't try to outrun them. They will catch up.

Next note inside the control room. Good luck. And if you're wondering how I got here, in the next note I will start my story.

-Buckler."

You hear nothing. You seem to be safe.

[Raviaric]

>Induvidual combat drill. Train yourself in the ancient art of biting.