Parasitic Weapon

ORIGINAL ANNOUNCEMENT

Do you feel lonely? Have you ever wanted to have your very own, abusive, sentient being who takes the form of tentacles and sucks your life away?

Well look no further, introducing TENTACALINDR. The new dating app for successful, evil people!

Swipe right on an assortment of equipment and choose your very own friend! You can also swipe left, but you might make it angry.

Hey, these gloves look kind of CUTE. Look at that, they have a picture with a dog! Ew, what is that? Gross. *SWIPE LEFT*

Hey, what about these gloves? They are leather, dark, and would probably feel good against my skin. OMG HE LIKES TENTACLE-CHILDREN!!!11! *SWIPE RIGHT*

You pick up some dark leather gloves.

wear glove As you draw the leather gloves closer, severeal tentacles gently crawl up your arm. You feel a slight pinch as a weak sounding voice enters your mind, "... feed me.... wear me again and we will begin our journey together."

Well, that is awkward. Maybe I got the wrong app. Oh well, LETS KEEP GOING!

As you draw your leather gloves close, thick, viscous crimson tentacles lash out and affix themselves to your flesh. They writhe and contort as they burrow beneath your flesh, pulling the gloves with them. The tentacles spiral around themselves as they slowly reform into leather gloves. Your gloves burn as you feel it draw upon your body.

An intoxicating voice whispers, "Pray to me...finish our bond..."

pray gloves The leather gloves shake violently. A foreign sounding voice enters your mind, "You think you are capable of wielding one such as I? Try this again to begin a journey of pain and torment. Should you prove resilient I will reward you with strength that is not known in this time." [Repeat this command within the next 30 minutes to finish your bond.]

pray gloves Several crimson tentacles spiral outward from your leather gloves before plunging within your flesh. You feel something foreign traveling through your body, every point it contacts weakening. You break into a sweat as you are forced down to your knees. A single tentacle snakes upward in front of your face, resting at eye level. The tentacle's tip rapidly sharpens into a point as it strikes! You feel a sudden rush of pain and emptiness before a harsh voice enters your mind, "... and so our journey together begins, foreigner. Raise me when you are ready." You feel strength return to your battered body as you catch your breath, the ground beneath now slick with your blood.

raise gloves You stretch out your left arm, watching several crimson tentacles spread out from your leather gloves. They painfully burrow under your skin, spiraling up and down your arm. Gradually they move into the palm of your hand as they begin to wrap around themselves. A sentient voice whispers, "I took what I needed to materialize, stranger. Blood of my blood, body of my body, our wills are one." The undulating crimson liquid in the palm of your hand rapidly hardens as it stretches upward. You watch as the crimson half-crystallized liquid from your gloves slowly takes shape into a crimson staff. Beads of crimson liquid drop from its form as the last of your staff crystallizes. Roundtime: 3 sec.

Uhhhhhhhh.... SUPER LIKING THIS BAE.

Retser, ASGM