rpanons | I'm bad at this

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Ignoring the assorted characters around you, you stoop down and pluck a rando mushroom from the soil. As you twist the stem, it makes a sound not entirely unlike a faint scream and exudes a dark juice all over your fingers.

This may be due to the composition of its cell walls.

You pop the thing into your mouth anyway and chew. The tough, moist flesh tastes like bitter dirt and despite being so tough, chewing it seems to produce an unaccountable quantity of juice. You will have to swallow fast if you want to keep it from leaking out of your mouth.

i try to swallow it as fast as i can and then go wipe my fingers and my mouth on some anon's shirt while they're not looking

The mushroom and all its bitter juice slide down your throat. Your throat, tongue, and stomach feel warm.

As you clean yourself off on some anon's shirt while they are not looking, you start to feel a tingling in your fingertips and heat upon your brow. The not-looking anon whips around and snarls, "What the fuck are you doing?"

turn and run into the woods!

The not-looking anon swipes an outraged hand at you. You bolt into the woods blindly. Sweat pours down the sides of your face and soaks your pits and chest - an unseen heat rising from within. Your legs feel rubbery, and after a while you don't really feel like your feet are hitting the ground so much as pawing at pile of pillows. You are salivating freely. You have no idea where you are going.

The fog grows dark and yet the outlines of every leaf, every tree-needle, seems to you unnaturally clear, even luminous. A steep ditch opens up at your feet.

throw myself down it

You really are high as a god damn plane, aren't you, Mushroom Anon.

You hurl yourself into the ditch and do not feel your body land. All is peaceful, dark, distant, as if your entire body were wrapped in miles of cotton wool. The lights of the leaves dance above you. Drool trickles from your slack lips. You find yourself spreading your legs, probably to make your genitals feel more comfortable. There is no real reason for this. All your limbs dance and twist on invisible winds of hot ether.

If you were able to hear things, which you are not, due to being wrapped in miles of cotton wool, you would hear the footfalls of something enormous.

i flap my arms for a bit and look around to see if there's anything i can eat

You flap your arms hungrily. This achieves very little.

Something grasps your ankles with genuinely enormous hands and wrenches them wide apart. If you still had spatial awareness, you would have felt your body leave the ground. Instead, you have a formless darkness illuminated by the glowing shapes of leaves. They are at a different angle than you last remembered them. You feel lightheaded.

stare down at my ankles

You mean stare up at your ankles.

You can't really see what's going on up there. Mostly you see your own body stretching up above you. A hot, fetid, moist wind hits your face (and also most of your body) but you don't really know that physically. It might be apparent intellectually, since it leaves your skin humid.

All the blood rushing to your head makes your lips and tongue feel swollen. Your pulse pounds in them. It's hard to keep your eyes all the way open, although the shiny leaves are sort of rewarding to look at. Like a screensaver.

Something slaps a wet weight against the inside curve of your calf and starts working its way down to your thigh. It doesn't appear to care very much about your pants.

I'm bad at this

You are: Mushroom Anon

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