I awaken with the taste of mustard in my mouth.

Flashes of the yellow man and searing pain fresh in my mind, as well as new information all coming from my new seat of memory the HUD it tells me a sort of pseudo system Alcatraz jammed into my brain as a patch to fix it.

I find myself surprised! In that, I am not surprised by this flood of new information. There is no arguing with memory its just there lurking in my mind like it was always there. I also now have and know how to use my class [[BioMech]]. I cannot use any [[system tools]] no skills no levels no gear, but a can graft any part of a monster to my body and use it as well as the beast I took it from. its a crippled class but I can see its potential, and I know more lurks hidden in its depths.

I come out of my musings with start. "Fuck, Monsters," I swear, this place has fucking monsters. "What do you call a one-armed one-legged man in a primeval forest........ Lunch." I am so fucked. I look around myself I'm in a forest, ok I already knew that cause the hud does, not helpful, wait no it is helpful the hud knew where I am.

I focus on a tree its an evergreen called a nox pine again I already know that but it's not from earth, the hud is feeding me knowledge! oh fuck this is cool, Okay Okay Okay, Live first gush about free knowledge later. I scoot/drag my self close to one of the Nox Pines, upon closer inspection I know its needles and pollen contain a strong natural insecticide.

I deduce that means that there must also be an insect probably a large one that prowls the forest, the hud is less helpful here so maybe the knowledge that it provides is contextual. Also helpful to know.

I grab a fallen branch, at one end browning needles more akin to spikes than foliage jutt out making it a spiked club. it's not registering as a [[system asset]] so I think I can club a bug with it. I turn and lean my back against the tree hoping and dreading a giant bug. On one hand, it could kill me, but if I can kill it, limbs? maybe?

It doesn't take long before I hear the soft sounds of many feet disturbing the forest floor. It is not the loud movie skittering and clicking I expected, No its a ghost sound my brain doesn't even want to acknowledge it, I register the feeling more than the sound, and any desire I had to its appearing falls away in a flood of adrenaline and terror as my lizard brain informs me death is here!

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I see them yeah, THEM three of them Scarabaeidae Giant fucking scarabs two of them the males my hud tells me are the size of a small dog, but the true letifera, The mistress of death herself, a humanoid torso looming up from a massive beetle. A horrid grinding shriek somewhere between a modem and Lovecraft's wet dreams spills out from them and batters against my amygdala in a torrent of nightmare fuel.

The two "little" scarabs rush me, a flurry of legs and shrieking. "Pause, you want to know the benefit of having one leg, that's a rhetorical question btdubs. the answer is you can piss yourself without wetting your pants. And back to our regularly scheduled early death". I screamed bloody murder right back at the bright green murder zergs. and promptly hammered one with my poison pointy masher. One of the points pierced the shell and the thing went spastic the torque of its flailing pulled my only chance of living right out of my slippery fingers

The Multiverse is a dick, and I can only do so many things at a time so while I'm whacking thing one, thing two is on a collision course with my right eye via my torso, and I mean that literally it scampers up my torso tearing gashes in my sweet tender meat then bites out my eye, my vision narrows and I scream and sob, I barely rip the thing off my face when my cudgel stumbles back into range so I slam it belly first into the spikes driving the spikes on the other side even further into the first one. they both still as the poison takes them.

But the big one is pissed now, her shell flares and wings tremble she takes the stereotypical bestial superhero stance, and for the first time, I notice her hands three fingers and a thumb tipped with five-inch blades. Those look fun, she seems leery of the tree but something tells me that won't last I grab my now beetle tipped club and using it as a crutch manage to stand myself against the tree.

If I die I'm doing it on my feet and I know I'm only getting one shot on her, one I'm too tired, second and I'll be gutted even if I wasn't. It doesn't take long for rage to overtake instinct and she charges as she gets in range I unload every bit of pain and terror into a lashing swing of dead bugs and spikes into her jaw, I hear a SNAP and she drops like a puppet with its strings cut. she tumbles to my right. I fall back to my ass gasping for air.

I catch my breath not for a second taking my eyes off the bugs, Trying to take stock I inventory my wounds I'm bleeding, my eye is gone and bleeding a lot. I take a look at the bugs knowing my class can make use of some of that all while knowing I can't stay here long my blood will draw more predators. "Fuck, looks like I have work to do"