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>who needs safety

>ID: Be even funnier than that

>Id: Interfere and make things a lot better.

>Interfere and make things worse. A lot.

Superego: What? You're just gonna stay there? You're the only one who can fetch your idiot.

>"Can we all just get along?"
>"Nope."

>Laze: experience being outside the universe.
>Connie: experience being outside the universe. Again.

Superego: What? You're just gonna stay there? You're the only one who can fetch your idiot.

You don't know what to do. You wanted to be the better person and find a solution that would work out for everyone, but you were too late. You did what was best for yourself right away, but spent too long shuffling your feet when trying to make the decision for for everyone else. That's the one thing that your Id always had over you. She got results.

You've ruined several relationships, a college degree, and the better part of your own ego's life, but maybe you should finally accept that some things were simply never meant to be.

>Then everything went "BOOM".

>Laze: Wait. If you're part of the hivemind, how come you're not using the goo around you?
>Superego: Provide exposition on the state of the background. Is that already at the end of the world or just in the process of?

>Let's walk/fight down memory lane.

Laze: Consider that you might have just accidentally warped from Connie's mental realm into the real world, somehow.

>Laze: Wait. If you're part of the hivemind, how come you're not using the goo around you?

You ARE the hivemind! But you are also Laze. It was the last name given to you. It was after your home evaporated and your race had retreated underground. It was hoped that the brightest among you would be able to find a way to salvation.

You didn't believe them. You wanted answers, not reassurance. You went behind their backs and found horrible, horrible things. But eventually, you did find the truth. After you were murdered, it was revealed to you that this was truly your peoples' final attempt at survival. The scientists sacrificed everything - and everyone - to give your race a true chance at ascension. Your demise was the final ingredient, the seed of consciousness needed to begin the process of evolution anew.

However, you were killed again, before your second hatching. Your mind hadn't yet developed, but it was still powerful, and that raw potential was what had kept you alive, merging your thoughts with those belonging to this Connie Cohen.




Connie Cohen. Connie Cohen... What an absent-minded mess of impulse and self-loathing. You thought you could keep her placated in the background while you assumed control of her body, but you hadn't realized that her consciousness has been tainting your own. The longer the two of you share the same space, the more of you will be lost within her. She already thinks that she can assume the role that you were destined to take, and to humour her now would be the end of both of you.

For this purpose, you will eschew the aid of your people, your children. You will kill this interloper with your own two hands, as many times as needed, until no doubt remains as to who is the dominant consciousness.




It's a matter of principle. You know your place. Hers is no longer here.

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SpoilerI'm going to be traveling for the next two weeks, so it's likely there won't be an update until after I get back...

connie: grapple onto the towers and slingshot towards laze

CC: Hey! The hivemind can use all this fancy suit technology why can't you? Try using the harpoon Slick gave to you here

>Connie: Surely with your new abilities you have gained more control of your thoughtscape? Why not will some unkindness his way?
>Laze: Get kicked in the face.

> CC: Land

CC: Hey! The hivemind can use all this fancy suit technology why can't you?

Connie...




What I've done to you is unforgivable.

Whatever this world had in store for you, it certainly wasn't meant to be this.





I was naive. I didn't know what we stood to lose.

I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

I'm so sorry...

Connie: Give Slick a pat on the back. Let him know you're not gone.

>Connie: "Gurgle-burble-gurgle."

Slick: Your suit is being eaten by the goo! Quick! Extract it from your cartridge! You wouldn't be able to help her if your suit is destroyed!

(Edit: HELL YEAH! Back to reality! Good to have you back, LuFa!)

> Slick: pick up Connie

> Slick: ENGAGE BRIDAL-CARRYTECH

Connie: Give Slick a pat on the back. Let him know you're not gone.

She is NOT gone. You're not going to give up on her.

Slick: Your suit is being eaten by the goo! Quick! Extract it from your cartridge! You wouldn't be able to help her if your suit is destroyed!

You're trying to keep her alive. Ever since that worm attached itself to her face, goo started to come out of her body. It's as if she's producing it. You only hope that by absorbing it yourself, you're able to slow down whatever is happening to her.

Still, you're only able to hold so much. You'll have to vent it soon, and that's another problem.

Something started happening to the goo after Connie stepped on that brain. It's no longer dormant, and is beginning to change... The two of you barely managed to make it out of the basement in time. Whatever you expel is going to try to kill you.




Fortunately, you've got Phobia. She's barely been able to keep it together, but she came through for you in the end.

Well, maybe not entirely for you. Mostly for her sister.




Philia, stripped of her suit and slapped awake by Phobia, is ready to take on whatever you've got to throw at her. She's more than happy to help someone in need, and carries enough panache for both herself and her sister.