As much as I wanted to take my anger out on some hapless predator, I couldn’t really partake an active role in it. The chem mushroom was a static trap. While it was indeed a very real part of me and would, well might, take out the predator, it didn’t really feel visceral.

I wasn’t beating it senseless, I wasn’t kicking it while it was down, and lets face it wasn’t the prick who sent me to this place.

So after I calmed down some, I realized this wasn’t something I wanted to take pleasure in. I can’t kill in anger, well I could but I don’t want to. Doing so would send me down a path that in the end would make me as much as a prick as the asshole who sent me here.

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i focused on the the predator’s steps. It was in fact walking towards the mushroom. It stopped right in front of it, presumably sniffed it and didn’t like what it found because it turned right around and hoofed it.

Success.

I don’t know what that compound is or what it smells like, but apparently that predator doesn’t like it. I could finally grow the bde monument … in fact if the mushroom at site 3 already repels the things I guess I actually succeeded in project bde.

I would still continue growing the chem mushrooms though. I still have a whole bunch of compounds to experiment with.

And I think I can grow the bde monument just a little bigger.