User blog:Stormlilly/XII. You feel a strange kinship with this abomination you've only just met. No...

Even thinking about Spindle as an abomination is wrong. If anything - if the rapidly numbing pain in your shoulder - is anything to go by, the world has changed and you are on your own. Spindle has done nothing to earn your distrust, and the images that it showed to you seem genuine. With that in mind... You relax and learn to guide the soothing, analgesic feeling throughout your blood and bone.

Soon you aren't entirely certain that you have blood or bone anymore - but you feel good. Better then you've ever felt in years, in fact. Old wounds seal up on their own as your blood sings to you - songs of danger and glory that remind you of sagas long since forgotten. Your vision has also cleared up - the swimming lights that have plagued your vision gone entirely.

Indeed, you somehow thought Spindle looked much more disturbing then she did! Whatever was wrong with your vision has also helped you see the hospice more clearly as well. Such a fusion of old-world medicine and biotic-organic technology is truly a sight to see. You feel the photophores energizing you as the two of you leave the front door, talking animatedly.

Outside, you meet several new friends - well, business associates, recently. Technically, you're all associates - even now, you're starting to get a feel that this is part of your territory, your domain. You'll probably let Spindle have some of it, but eventually you'll need to stake your own claims. Mr. Crane, a gaunt-looking man in his late eighties, explains that the enemy will be upon you soon - but that doesn't matter. Even the fact you'll probably all turn upon each other later, doesn't matter.

Soon, you will water the soil with fresh blood, and revitalize the trees with the powder of bones. You laugh childishly as several helicopters bearing that funny logo, the red one with the two bars, crash together. They must have hit a web or something, because several humans come spilling forth.

"Well." Mr. Crane says, with a wan smile. "That's enough of that. Let's adjourn for lunch, shall we?.."

And with that, you descend upon the humans, eating your fill as you wait for *them* to show themselves...

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