Hi again, still me. It's been an exciting day today, though rather short.
After I crawled from my hidey-hole the first thing that caught my eye was the lights.
I was in a large cave with a sandy floor and scattered all over the walls and ceiling were patches of the same glowing goo that was caked on me, I shall call it glow goo, and it shall be mine.
It came in a vast variety of colours, but my favorite was a reddish-orange. I was oddly relaxing to look at. Watching the subtle shift of hues and shades distracted me for quite a while.
There were rocks of various sizes scattered about the sandy floor, the largest being about the height of my knee and the smallest only the size of my big toe. Also in the sand were footprints, presumably mine. Judging from how erratic the path they took was and a few areas that looked flattened it would appear I wasn't in the best of states when I came through here last.
Though, I suppose I'm not all that much better now. With nothing better to do, and no better ideas presenting themselves. I quickly decided to follow my own footprints back to wherever I came from. Maybe I'll find some answers. As I set off I passed close to one of the larger stones.
And it bit me!
I gave a panicked scream of primal terror and in a fit of adrenaline driven ingenuity grabbed the nearest rock, besides the one that had grabbed me. And began to smash it into the offending sediment.
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Imagine my surprise when my impromptu weapon sprouted claws and chitinous legs which began to flail as wildly as I was. More screaming and smashing happened. In the end I was victorious over the Not-rocks-not-bugs. Which I will call the Not-not.
On a happier note, it tastes pretty good. Which brings me right into my other big news of the day! The Tingles!
See, as I was prodding the Not-nots with my pen after our legendary battle, the pen wrote upon the not-nots shell. Which in and of itself isn't that interesting. Writing is what pens do after all. But in my overly sensitive post panic state I noticed something new.
A sort of pull from the pen, and a flow of something from me to the pens tip. This flow felt like the wind on your skin, but under your skin. Kind of. It was a weird feeling, and hard to adequately describe.
Focusing on this new sensation I found it came from a place deep in my chest and flowed into my shoulders and down my arm to my finger and then into the pen. I left a bizarre tingling sensation in its path, hence the Tingles. I am really good at naming things! If I do say so myself.
Naturally, I played with this new sensation for a while until I managed to gather a fair bit of Tingle into my right hand, and it started to become less of a tingle and more of a buzz.
Wiggling my fingers about and marveling at the odd feeling I snapped my fingers.
And my hand burst into flames.
An embarrassing amount of time passed with me running in circles and screaming, which I seem to be doing a lot of today. Before I realized I wasn't in any pain. The flames curled around my fingers and danced in my palm. I stared at it for a rather long time.
Eventually I noticed a strain. A sort of pressure building in my mind. So I shifted focus to the dead critter next to me. Fire plus critter equals crispy critter. Its math.
So yeah, todays meal was finger fried not-not. And all this excitement has exhausted me. So after checking that the larger not-nots couldn't follow me up I crawled back into my hidey-hole. Still naked and filthy but full. Which is a wonderful start to the, no doubt, wonderful things to come.
Good night.