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[scorchdfeathrs]

[macrolit]

I will continue--but can I? - Virginia Woolf, diary entry on 9 June 1940

[posthumanwanderings]

Bulk Slash (CAProductions / Hudson Soft - Sega Saturn - 1997)

[putting-bubble-in-places]

We're on Tumblr. Of course we create pointless gimmick blogs.

[max-the-many]

Busted! Or is he? I saw him do this unbelivable prosses to that guy in the gym.

Just wanted to enter the lockers as I saw it, this syringe, plunged into the guy as he was reaching for his towel.

And he froze! And not only that. He... basically deflated. I was shocked, stunned. But then the door opened again and he stuffed that... hull, in lack of words... into his bag. Or was it the bag of that guy. He stiffed him in! A... whatever he was now... what was a person before...

I couldn't let go, watched him, tried to stay hidden. I even followed him out of the gym, to the subway.

This... was so... I don't know even what it was to me. I couldn't let go. Followed him to an appartement building and into an elevator to the floor that I saw the elevator stop before.

But I couldn't see the guy when I stepped out, looked around until I felt a sting.

I couldn't move immediately, sank to the ground, felt a grip under my shoulders pulling me across the hallway. I could see everything, here everything, saw movement in the corner of my eyes.

I was dragged into one of the appartement, placed against a night stand in a bed room before I fully saw the guy infront of me, that guy I followed.

"Thought I didn't notice you following me? Now you get what you wanted. Or do you?" he said.

Then he turned to the gym bag, pulled out that muscled guy, or the remains of him, placed him on the bed before he undressed himself.

He looked at me with a devious grin. And... started to... put him on! He shoved his feet into that shell like into a suit, into the legtubes, one, then the other, pulled it up onto his hips, his upper body, then pushed his arms in before he pulled over what was the head of that guy before.

And I clearly could see the features, the muscles, distorted, turned into nothing but... a suit?

But this wasn't all. When he had him on all the way he reached for his neck, doing something I couldn't see before his whole figure started to shift, that... suit... clinging onto him even more before the muscles seemed to fill up again, his body changing until he looked exacly like that guy! At the end there was no more sign of this not beeimg the guy I saw earlier at the gym, the guy he plunged that syringe in.

And when he was finished, he looked at me again, developing a slight, devious grin. "Now what do you think? Did you get what you wanted?"

And strangely something in me said... "yes"...

[arcadebroke]

[diffidentdilligaf]

Is this anything? A little idea I smashed up on lunch break. Let me know.