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>Kanaya: Confront Gelatinous Menace
*Truth be told, you do not CONFRONT anything.
In fact, you are quite happily minding your own business when you are suddenly swept up in the advance of a relentless, amorphous foe.
After a brief moment of struggle and panic, your most base fight-or-flight reflexes dull with the discovery that not only can you breathe in this sticky crimson abductor - if it can indeed be called that - but that it actually doesn't taste half bad when you try to consume it. It's kind of cherry-flavored.
Of course it is slimy and sticky and your outfit is ruined and you are covered in gel and being dragged Gog knows where.
The only solution is to find your nearest fellow captive and complain vigorously.*
Well.
This is unexpected.
And extremely adhesive.
In fact, you are quite happily minding your own business when you are suddenly swept up in the advance of a relentless, amorphous foe.
After a brief moment of struggle and panic, your most base fight-or-flight reflexes dull with the discovery that not only can you breathe in this sticky crimson abductor - if it can indeed be called that - but that it actually doesn't taste half bad when you try to consume it. It's kind of cherry-flavored.
Of course it is slimy and sticky and your outfit is ruined and you are covered in gel and being dragged Gog knows where.
The only solution is to find your nearest fellow captive and complain vigorously.*
Well.
This is unexpected.
And extremely adhesive.
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Terezi, what are you doing.
We are confined inside the viscera of an alien gelatinous creature with no escape in sight. Please take this situation with the gravitas it deserves.
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[Terezi inhales.]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
[yeah good luck getting through to her.]
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Then is there no trace of mintyness through the all-encompassing crimson cherry murk?
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One moment. I'll do what I can. *And wriggling through the blob in her general direction.*
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This must be extremely disorienting.
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It's good that you're enjoying yourself though. I'd hate to think otherwise.
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Actually have no idea whatsoever. I suppose it's far too much to hope that it will be depositing us somewhere better than the human hivecluster of Mayfield, isn't it.
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No, not entirely, considering the matter. It's just... very dull at times, and unsettling at others.
But I suppose it's an improvement over other states, isn't it.
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...maybe there's another world. Or a world beyond Mayfield. We can't eliminate the possibilities.
And I'm sorry, Terezi, but it's very hard to organize one's thoughts under these circumstances.
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But I'm the Space player, aren't I? Maybe the responsibility to find us a new home is mine.
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