Finish her off.
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Blood, dripping from the bite on her ankle, seeps into the ground. You taste it through your roots, a savory nutrient sweetened by conquest. Perhaps someone will come near later, drawn by the corpse you slowly mummify with your vines, but for now you pause your rampage. You have much to ponder, and the temporary release from hormonal desires granted by this plant is... refreshing. You wonder if perhaps a bee will bumble near, allowing you to seek other flora and prey upon other fauna. | Blood, dripping from the bite on her ankle, seeps into the ground. You taste it through your roots, a savory nutrient sweetened by conquest. Perhaps someone will come near later, drawn by the corpse you slowly mummify with your vines, but for now you pause your rampage. You have much to ponder, and the temporary release from hormonal desires granted by this plant is... refreshing. You wonder if perhaps a bee will bumble near, allowing you to seek other flora and prey upon other fauna. | ||
| - | That black cat may also return to seek its owner. Even if it does not your paranormal abilities should allow you to evolve this mere vine into something far more devilish | + | That black cat may also return to seek its owner. Even if it does not, your paranormal abilities should allow you to evolve this mere vine into something far more devilish and carnivorous. |
| - | *[[You slowly | + | *[[You slowly grow a vine towards the house...]] |
| + | *[[Wait for another host to happen by]] | ||
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Vine]]}} | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Vine]]}} | ||
[[Category: Rampage]] | [[Category: Rampage]] | ||
Revision as of 18:25, 23 October 2011
Ouch. Good thing you don't have to cut grass in the aether planes. Otherwise you might feel guilty for all the pain you would have caused those blankets of green.
Then again, you realize, the only reason this particular vine felt anything was because you had possession of it. After all, without your supernatural essence running through the plant, it is just an elegant machine. It does not sense pain the way a human or animal does... certainly not the way the cooling woman in your arms did as you slowly squeezed the life from her body.
Blood, dripping from the bite on her ankle, seeps into the ground. You taste it through your roots, a savory nutrient sweetened by conquest. Perhaps someone will come near later, drawn by the corpse you slowly mummify with your vines, but for now you pause your rampage. You have much to ponder, and the temporary release from hormonal desires granted by this plant is... refreshing. You wonder if perhaps a bee will bumble near, allowing you to seek other flora and prey upon other fauna.
That black cat may also return to seek its owner. Even if it does not, your paranormal abilities should allow you to evolve this mere vine into something far more devilish and carnivorous.
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