04-22-2019, 05:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-07-2019, 10:45 AM by MrMistoffeleez.)
Somewhere, in a darkened dungeon beneath a deadly tomb, two figures stand across a raised stone pond. One sagacious and shrewd, the other devilish and sly, both focused on the images reflected in the waters at their feet.
Part II: https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Cla...62#pid2462
*********Part 1: Slime Genesis***********
Where am I?
Cursed room
Who am I?
Ditzy shape shifter
Do I know this place?
(50/50) No
Sensation and thought washes over me like cold water in my amorphous form. The world is blank, the stone beneath me cool to the touch. As the thought occurs to me to move, instinctively parts of myself squeeze together which pushes a larger part of my mass forward. It's a familiar, and normal feeling to move this way, but I realize I had never actually questioned how it was done before. I hadn't questioned anything before. It was as though, right now in this moment, it was the first time I realized that I was here. That I even existed. That I am something that exists. Something that *is*.
But what am I?
The rhythmic undulation of my form continues in... a direction. A nearby shallow pool of water absorbs into my body. Reflexive feelings of simultaneous hunger and relief are elicited from my being in reaction to the dissolved minerals and salts, and again when I encounter detritus and moss. There seems to be a good many experiences that I'm seemingly familiar with, as none of this seems new. As if I've moved upon this very floor or floors like it hundreds of times before, but... I'm certain that this is the first time I've ever done this. A wall abruptly halts my advance forward. By continuing to squeeze against it, I'm able to make headway vertically. Carved grooves on the wall's stone surface map out a pattern in my mind as I ascend.
How have I not noticed this before? How have I not noticed anything before?
Do I recognize anything about the patterns on the wall?
(Very Unlikely) No +Event: Abandon / Hope
The symbol the grooves form is strange and unfamiliar, and overall uninteresting until it reveals a hole. It's not a very big hole, I reckon a fraction of my total size, but I slowly sink into it pushing against the inner surfaces. The tiny tunnel opens up after a short distance to a very similarly sized hole, on a roughly similar feeling wall. The otherside. I easily extrude the rest of me to catch up, falling to the ground with a soft *plop*. Something tries to move out from under where I've landed but it is just as quickly absorbed.
Oh! It's a meat thing! Reflexively speaking, that is. I don't actually know what a meat thing is, but something deep inside me is telling me that whatever this thing is, is what a meat thing is. Oblong, wriggly, and with some sharp bits. And although I've never had the opportunity to really consider them before, what I do know for sure is that what this thing is made out of is what I call meat.
Which... by comparison means that I'm not? I don't feel like I'm the same meat that I'm digesting. Not the bone either. I don't have any of the parts this thing does. Why? Why is it not like me? What does it know that I don't?
Why hasn't this ever bothered me before?
I'm here now though. 'Here' being right now where I am, and not somewhere else like the other side of the wall I was just on. And I... I've decided. Whatever there is to know, I'm going to find out. A nagging ache at the magnitude of how much there is I don't understand befalls me. But where do I even begin?
I guess I'll start with the meat thing.
Envisioning my current meal, I pour my focus into what exactly makes it up. The outer meat, its... like a barrier. Unlike my not-meat, it doesn't absorb whatever it touches. Beneath that is the juicier meat, attached to the bones and filled with liquids. It... somehow moves around, the meat pulling on the bones like a lever. The longer I pondered this, the stranger a concept this thing became.
It all seemed so pointlessly convoluted. It couldn't fit through holes like I can with the bones it has, and how does it eat if its outer meats won't absorb anything? What was I missing?
I'm missing the experience. That was the only answer that stuck out in my thought-space. I didn't understand what I personally was until I started experiencing it, and I won't understand what the meat thing is until I experience it too. After this brief consideration, resolve builds within me as I consciously twist and contort myself into the shape of the meat. The striations, the bones, the juicy parts, those round orbs in the front, all those sharp bits, all of it. I agonize over every detail, trying not to let slip away from my focus the precise nuances of the whole form. I don't know how long passes until...
Until I see. And hear. And feel.
Until I understand.
New sensations ignite themselves within my meat-like form. Immediately, I see, and words I didn't previously know flood to the forefront of my thoughts to describe it! This is a corridor, illuminated by a single torchlight. I look at the various patches of moss growing on all of the surfaces, some of which I never could have hoped to have stumbled on by accident! And the smell! The odorous aromas of dozens of different things assault me all at once, and somehow I can distinguish each of them instinctively, by moving closer and further away. And sounds! The clattering of the sharp bits.. the claws on my feet! I know what they are now! I run and run and run, now that I know what running is, and confirm that I'm not eating anything off the ground on the way. A feeling of detachment to the world around me ushers itself into the stomach I now have, even though I've engaged with it in ways I could never have dreamed of before. But... amidst this flurry of new sensation, I've lost the feelings of my original self.
I relax the back half of my form, allowing it to return to its native state. Familiar senses of touch and dissolution return to me, but now they seem.... limited. As if I was naive to think I could have ever learned anything with such a numb, senseless body. Irregardles, it is with this new perspective that I can observe myself for the first time. And smell myself too. The truer parts of my form look... strange. They're a translucent golden color in the fire light. I touch my transformed paw to my normal back half, encountering slime that's cold and wet. Slowly I return completely to my original form, but I keep the senses from the meat in focus. With floating eyes amidst my slime, I'm able to stare at the fire of the torchlight.
I know now. So much more than I ever did. A great veil of ignorance has been lifted from my mind. My new eyes drift to the hole in the wall I had squeezed through, squinting. I never want to go back. I never want to return to a place where I knew nothing. Where my world was cold, blank, odorless, and silent. Averting my gaze, I leave. It hardly matters where I go, it only has to be away from here.
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Hello! A note from me: I went back through and edited the shit out of this story to make it more readable. A writer friend of mine told me that the first time writing it is for myself, and the second time going through it is for you! I hope its more enjoyable now! Thanks for reading~
Part II: https://www.rpgsolo.com/forum/Thread-Cla...62#pid2462
*********Part 1: Slime Genesis***********
Where am I?
Cursed room
Who am I?
Ditzy shape shifter
Do I know this place?
(50/50) No
Sensation and thought washes over me like cold water in my amorphous form. The world is blank, the stone beneath me cool to the touch. As the thought occurs to me to move, instinctively parts of myself squeeze together which pushes a larger part of my mass forward. It's a familiar, and normal feeling to move this way, but I realize I had never actually questioned how it was done before. I hadn't questioned anything before. It was as though, right now in this moment, it was the first time I realized that I was here. That I even existed. That I am something that exists. Something that *is*.
But what am I?
The rhythmic undulation of my form continues in... a direction. A nearby shallow pool of water absorbs into my body. Reflexive feelings of simultaneous hunger and relief are elicited from my being in reaction to the dissolved minerals and salts, and again when I encounter detritus and moss. There seems to be a good many experiences that I'm seemingly familiar with, as none of this seems new. As if I've moved upon this very floor or floors like it hundreds of times before, but... I'm certain that this is the first time I've ever done this. A wall abruptly halts my advance forward. By continuing to squeeze against it, I'm able to make headway vertically. Carved grooves on the wall's stone surface map out a pattern in my mind as I ascend.
How have I not noticed this before? How have I not noticed anything before?
Do I recognize anything about the patterns on the wall?
(Very Unlikely) No +Event: Abandon / Hope
The symbol the grooves form is strange and unfamiliar, and overall uninteresting until it reveals a hole. It's not a very big hole, I reckon a fraction of my total size, but I slowly sink into it pushing against the inner surfaces. The tiny tunnel opens up after a short distance to a very similarly sized hole, on a roughly similar feeling wall. The otherside. I easily extrude the rest of me to catch up, falling to the ground with a soft *plop*. Something tries to move out from under where I've landed but it is just as quickly absorbed.
Oh! It's a meat thing! Reflexively speaking, that is. I don't actually know what a meat thing is, but something deep inside me is telling me that whatever this thing is, is what a meat thing is. Oblong, wriggly, and with some sharp bits. And although I've never had the opportunity to really consider them before, what I do know for sure is that what this thing is made out of is what I call meat.
Which... by comparison means that I'm not? I don't feel like I'm the same meat that I'm digesting. Not the bone either. I don't have any of the parts this thing does. Why? Why is it not like me? What does it know that I don't?
Why hasn't this ever bothered me before?
I'm here now though. 'Here' being right now where I am, and not somewhere else like the other side of the wall I was just on. And I... I've decided. Whatever there is to know, I'm going to find out. A nagging ache at the magnitude of how much there is I don't understand befalls me. But where do I even begin?
I guess I'll start with the meat thing.
Envisioning my current meal, I pour my focus into what exactly makes it up. The outer meat, its... like a barrier. Unlike my not-meat, it doesn't absorb whatever it touches. Beneath that is the juicier meat, attached to the bones and filled with liquids. It... somehow moves around, the meat pulling on the bones like a lever. The longer I pondered this, the stranger a concept this thing became.
It all seemed so pointlessly convoluted. It couldn't fit through holes like I can with the bones it has, and how does it eat if its outer meats won't absorb anything? What was I missing?
I'm missing the experience. That was the only answer that stuck out in my thought-space. I didn't understand what I personally was until I started experiencing it, and I won't understand what the meat thing is until I experience it too. After this brief consideration, resolve builds within me as I consciously twist and contort myself into the shape of the meat. The striations, the bones, the juicy parts, those round orbs in the front, all those sharp bits, all of it. I agonize over every detail, trying not to let slip away from my focus the precise nuances of the whole form. I don't know how long passes until...
Until I see. And hear. And feel.
Until I understand.
New sensations ignite themselves within my meat-like form. Immediately, I see, and words I didn't previously know flood to the forefront of my thoughts to describe it! This is a corridor, illuminated by a single torchlight. I look at the various patches of moss growing on all of the surfaces, some of which I never could have hoped to have stumbled on by accident! And the smell! The odorous aromas of dozens of different things assault me all at once, and somehow I can distinguish each of them instinctively, by moving closer and further away. And sounds! The clattering of the sharp bits.. the claws on my feet! I know what they are now! I run and run and run, now that I know what running is, and confirm that I'm not eating anything off the ground on the way. A feeling of detachment to the world around me ushers itself into the stomach I now have, even though I've engaged with it in ways I could never have dreamed of before. But... amidst this flurry of new sensation, I've lost the feelings of my original self.
I relax the back half of my form, allowing it to return to its native state. Familiar senses of touch and dissolution return to me, but now they seem.... limited. As if I was naive to think I could have ever learned anything with such a numb, senseless body. Irregardles, it is with this new perspective that I can observe myself for the first time. And smell myself too. The truer parts of my form look... strange. They're a translucent golden color in the fire light. I touch my transformed paw to my normal back half, encountering slime that's cold and wet. Slowly I return completely to my original form, but I keep the senses from the meat in focus. With floating eyes amidst my slime, I'm able to stare at the fire of the torchlight.
I know now. So much more than I ever did. A great veil of ignorance has been lifted from my mind. My new eyes drift to the hole in the wall I had squeezed through, squinting. I never want to go back. I never want to return to a place where I knew nothing. Where my world was cold, blank, odorless, and silent. Averting my gaze, I leave. It hardly matters where I go, it only has to be away from here.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Hello! A note from me: I went back through and edited the shit out of this story to make it more readable. A writer friend of mine told me that the first time writing it is for myself, and the second time going through it is for you! I hope its more enjoyable now! Thanks for reading~