Welcome Back to Parasite Quest
Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/32106982/
You are a parasite, and it has been too long floating in the inky dark. The yellow light spoke. Bid you forth. Commands, instinct, purpose flood back into stiff limbs. Yes limb now. A body. Your body. The shell will shatter soon and something begins to pull. Voice gives form, and form breeds new life. The world of the cell was too small and your rivals weak. You have claimed birthright and now what song will you sing?
Claws Rend:Flesh Evolves: Consume flesh
Darkness Hides:Form Shifts:Voice Spreads
Body Fragile:Mind Reaches:Hive Builds
(Sorry for the delay. Got very sick then moved and lost all the files and notes. I recently found them on an old backup. I'm better now, and so is our parasite)
>Body Fragile:Mind Reaches:Hive Builds
Your form convulses. If your trials against the three rivals taught you anything it is that the only trait that matters is Will. No defensive enzyme, no aggressive toxin will save against the determined. How can the raindrop stand against the storm? They are all little motes of dust to you, and now you will be the storm. The carcass of your host, whatever it was, will now serve other needs. Tissue is consumed, organs repurposed and bones dissolved. The mind and your spores. That is all you have ever really needed anyway.
The visions of world, shown through the eyes of weak showed you that there is an entire world to infect and something that knows you lurking down below. Your limbs stretch and body restructures into a form that provides your growing will a perfect home. The stench of hunger filters in granting your enlarged skull the perfect jaw for consuming new hosts as what is left of the hosts internal organs shift to produce an endless cloud of spores. You can feel the miasma as an extension of your mind. The cocoon must be consumed, so you chew your way free and emerge into the world.
The world is colder than you imagined. You aging your new body inside a darkened room, lined with shelves that are filled with endless metal boxes. Your cocoon seems to have been tucked away inside a similar box. Your first steps are shakey and your arms cannot move much before you become winded. Your mind however is practically brimming with instinct. The song you heard among the cells still thrums away inside you. Two sing deeply nearby, three lesser songs scurry in the walls and little notes play among the boxes.
 Wait in darkness:Ambush prey: Quickly
 Spread the song: Call the weak:Explore
 Test the room: Consume all: Grow
> Wait in darkness:Ambush prey: Quickly
Haha time for singing
No, they are exactly correct about the bitching occurring in the previous thread by one moron shocked and appalled that a 'parasite quest' could possibly involve bad things happening to people.
> Wait in darkness:Ambush prey: Quickly
> Wait in darkness:Ambush prey: Quickly
The darkness hides your form and intentions from the songs outside. Your limbs are weak but you only need to strike your prey once. The room floods with light as a door opens with a mechanical hiss. You scurry behind a shelf, sunken eyes peering. Their song is so close now, your spores can taste them. Out of sight for now. Two pairs of footsteps walk into the room, animal mutterings you drink understanding from.
"Bio-sensors picked up some form of contaminant. Likely fungal, but its most likely the rats getting into the cafeteria supplies and some of them spoiling."
"Protocol is protocol Samantha. Can't let some rotten food get the whole base sick. You might be an augment but most of the kids here don't even have a neural uplink."
The smaller form sighs as it takes out some sort of box that begins to shriek. You do not like the box. They begin to sweep the room and approach your spot of birth. They make curious noises as you slip behind the large body. It's flesh gives way beneath your will as your hand plunges into the source of it's song, parting flesh and bone as if it were air. The body quickly changes it's melody to one that harmonizes with your own. You let your trophy slump to the ground before the smaller one with the box notices.
"Ted...you stopped talking. What's...oh shit...oh shit what happened?! Did a box fall on you? Ted wake up! Wake UP!! Shitshitshitshit..." The smaller one is panicking. You linger in the shadows. The new body will take some time to attune into your control, but what of the small one with the shrieking box? The Song calls.
 Consume:Fest:The Mass hungers
 Infiltrate:Collect:Two puppets to dance
>Spore Quest will never come back from college
Toxo, I also thought you died. Honestly relieved to see this up! Can't remember off the top of my head, but are you still in Uni?
>Consume:Feast:The Mass Hungers
Will be around for an hour or two. Have class early, but I'll catch up in the morning.
This is made with the assumption that consume allows us to also "consume" part of the targets DNA, rather than turning them into an extension of our will, though I know it should be a bit vague.
> Consume:Feast:The Mass hungers
Celebration! A new voice enters the song and soon both of your forms will feed. You reach out with your will and make the body twitch. The sudden movement startles the lesser form. Woman. The word comes to you over the song. You can only hear one word. CONSUME. The woman is shaking your body, leaking salt water. Tears. It is enough time to slip behind her and strike. Weakness will not be tolerated within the Song.
You can feel it through your arms as you grasp the woman. There is hidden strength in her limbs. Speed too. She is almost fast enough, not not enough. You jaw unhinges as unnatural teeth clamp around her skull and crush down. Your mouth is filled with the taste of strange flesh, metal and false blood. There is the song there, but it sings in waters unknown. There is still meat stuck to metal. Your second body rises and joins in communion upon it's former partner. Song fragments enter the melody.
Samantha had cancer. Rapidly growing and inert to most treatments. It had not reached her brain yet and so the radical option was taken. Limbs, organs, bones. Some tissue was saved. Not enough for dreams. Dreams that you are currently chewing on. Dreams that now serve the Song. A strange compulsion overcomes you. Having eaten enough you feel as if you could do...something. The mass of metal and flesh in your stomach roils with promise.
Build Nest:Safety:Raise Throne
Evolve Self:Adapt Body: Metal and Flesh
Raise Champion:Change Servant:Fuse Songs
>Raise Champion:Change Servant:Fuse Songs
Seeing as everyone's pickin' my first choice, figured I'd give my second one a shot.
Not that I mind infectious, consuming metallic zombies.
>Evolve Self:Adapt Body: Metal and Flesh
You have a suitable puppet to explore this place. To alter it's flesh is to trigger detection. The augment's body calls though. You are fragile, she was fragile. Weakness of flesh can be purified with the machine and the machine can be purified with the Song. You will make everything sing the Song. But first you must silence that terrible screaming box.
As your Prime Host's teeth finish consuming the metallic host you feel something churn within your gut. Tissue liquefies back into fungal spores as new tendrils surge and strengthen with conductive threads. Electronics merge with flesh as your song reaches past the biological and into the electromagnetic. A new world opens to your collective mind and soon you are able to swim easily within worlds of meat and metal and your limbs gain strength and toughness without the sacrifice of precious fungal materials.
You hear your puppet connect over the new tone in the Song. It seems he too has some of the strange metal organs within him. A device that allows the limited and small human creatures to swim in the electrical sea sits at the base of his skull. You feel as if you can command your puppet over larger distances than just the fungal Song allowed.
[Cybernetic Limb Augmentations]
The transformation is tiring and the puppet informs you that others will come looking. The puppet looks to you for direction as you simply trill through strange vocal pipes. More voices for the song. The Yellow Father will be found and the world consumed. Joyful is the Mass. The Song continues.
Thank you all for playing tonight! Please follow https://twitter.com/toxo_para for up-to date news and game times. Again, sorry for the nearly 20 month delay. I will be running hopefully twice a week when work permits!