G a bit of toilet paper

Continue attempting to defecate.

Attempt to make WICKED DUMP become LEGENDARY DUMP

Upon completion, feel light enough to gain SUPERSPEED from LACK OF FECES to weigh you down.

WIPE ASS

>>81959
Toilet Paper gotten.

>>81960
There's nothing left!

>>81961
You have already wiped.

>>81964
Flush toilet

where the fuck is drawhore

>>81965
There is an ELDRITCH HORROR in the toilet.

>>81966
//I can draw, my computer is just really slow.

>>81969
What the fuck did you EAT in order to shit out an eldritch horror?

X ELDRITCH HORROR

>>81978
You do not recall what you ate that might have produced the ELDRITCH HORROR. You suspect it may have appeared independently of your defecation.

It's looking at you.

>>81984
Tell it that it missed the left turn at Albuquerque.

>>81984
Say Hi.

>>81981
The ELDRITCH HORROR seems to be a mass of dark, scorched flesh, eyes and orifices placed here and there, as if at some artist's mad will.


As you lean over the bowl, the ELDRITCH HORROR grows tentacles that whip forward toward your face, gagging you before you can scream. More tentacles grab hold of your arms and legs, preventing you from banging on the wals for help.

As it draws you in, you try to think of a way out of this.

>>81994
EAT ELDRITCH HORROR

>>81994
Reload from last savepoint.

>>81995
That's not very effective...

Suddenly, the ELDRITCH HORROR sends tentacles down your throat, into your ears, and into every available orifice. The corruption burns like fire as it spreads along your limbs. Your last thoughts are of Paris.

You are now an ELDRITCH HORROR, wearing BOB's skin like an old coat. You have limited access to BOB's memories. The last time you were on earth you dealt with a TINY GERMAN with a RIDICULOUS MOUSTACHE.

Your objectives:
1. PROPAGATE SWARM
2. Open the portal to bring the DARK MOTHER to this mudball, and thereby hasten the end of all life on earth.
3. AVOID DETECTION

You are in a bathroom stall. Someone enters the next stall over and sits down.

It may be a good idea to spread as quickly as possible. Given the sounds coming from the next stall, the occupant is likely unaware or uncaring of your status as a flesh-consuming abomination.

CHECKPOINT REACHED

>>81999
I have to ask you a question: When you were in the german person, why only the jewish?

>>82005
More delicious.

>>81997
>wearing Bob's skin

That's impossible, my skin is right here, on the table beside me.

Eldritch Horror, try to work your way through the plumbing system, find a way out of city.

Find an isolated bit of forest teaming with insects and arachnids.

Become their god, and slowly warp them into superbeings.

>>82009
Plan currently being enacted by other agents of the DARK MOTHER. His name, you believe, was "Shul-Huggoth" or something.

Information arrives, sent through the veil between worlds. It seems JONES AND JONES has something to do with opening a portal. Your job would be much easier if you made sure everyone was INFESTED.

NEW OBJECTIVE
4. INFEST everyone in the office.

>>82019
Stand on the outside of the stall with the dude in it. When the stall opens, ambush him.

INFEST man in stall.

>>82020
>>82021
Mutually exclusive suggestions. Do we ENTER STALL or AMBUSH? Consensus required.

>>82024
AMBUSH.

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>>82031
Vote 1 of 2 required for consensus validated.
>

//Gah. You guys made me break form.

AMBUSH

You exit the stall and wait outside the occupied stall.

You did not flush.

Time passes.

Anything you want to do while you're waiting?

>

Review skills and abilities.

>>82058
Flush. Examine Mirror.

>>82060
* The ability to INFEST any living human, animal, and some plants.
* Shapeshifting. Thaumic sensitives or sensors can detect you, though.
* The ability to MIND CONTROL certain beings by detaching portions of yourself and inserting it in their brain stem.
* The ability to control detached portions of self.
* High damage resistance.

You've probably forgotten some on the way here.

>>82061
You flush.

The fleshling in the mirror is a man in his late thirties. Pale skin, dark wool slacks, brown loafers, short-sleeved white shirt, red tie. His dark hair is thinning, and he has a moustache.

The meat finishes his defecation and exits the stall. Bob's memories identify him as ALEX

"Bob? What are you doing here? Did you forget to flush?"

"Bob" does not reply, choosing instead to ram his fist into ALEX's face. The fist shifts, change, becoming a strip of reddish, scorched flesh, ending in a spike or bone. The spike penetrates ALEX's spinal cord, killing him instantly.
>Continue...

To gain better leverage, you temporarily leave the BobFlesh skin and hoist this new flesh's skin onto the the air. Anus, mouth, and phallus are the most direct, and the new flesh's skin tumescences horribly as you invade. Its mind holds for but seconds before being cast into oblivion.

You infested *Alex*!
You now control two bodies at once!

Awesome. Review ALEX's memories. Lurk in stalls for new prey.

>>82075
Alex works in same position as Bob. That is, no significant position at all. Both he and Bob remember that JONES AND JONES was founded years ago by JOHN JONES and JAMES JONES, both deceased.

Also,

Both of you lurk in the stalls.

Time passes.

Eventually, DARRYL sticks his head into the bathroom.
"Boss says if you two don't stop squatting in here she's going to fire you."

>

Fair enough.

"Bob" should tell Daryl that "Alex" is feeling sick, and ask him to take a look at him.
Then AMBUSH.

>>82081
//You suckas are just _wrecking_ my railroad. Also, does anyone know the bold codes and suchlike?

Darryl walks a little further into the bathroom. The door swings shut behind him.
"What's the pro--"

You move quickly.

Both of you race forward, coordinating telepathically. Bob uses his speed to pick Darryl up by the throat and carry him into the wall, bashing his head into the mirror. Cracks spiderweb out from the impact point. Darryl is dazed.

Alex comes in low. His arms swell, suddenly erupting in spikes which he drives into Darryl's gut. The sudden flare of pain cuts through the grogginess, and he begins to cry out.

Bob quickly shifts his grip upward and silences him, squeezing his jawbone, shattering it. Darryl, mercifully, goes into shock as the corruption spreads throughout his guts, up his spine, and into his brain and heart. He straightens as you take control of his mind, his jaw setting itself, the wound in his torso healing.

You have infested DARRYL.
You can know control three bodies at once!

*now

Review Darryl's memories.

Oh yeah.

>2. Open the portal to bring the DARK MOTHER to this mudball, and thereby hasten the end of all life on earth.

How?

>>82087
Alex: Exit bathroom.
Darryl: Exit bathroom.
Bob: Exit bathroom.

Act normal. Darryl: INFEST boss privately.

>>82090
The only thing of any value you can get out of him is that he had an Egg McMuffin for breakfast. He doesn't know much more than ALEX or BOB, though he does think this Astley kid is going to be a big music star.

>>82092
Second this; either Alex or Bob should attempt to slip away from their workstation in search of people standing alone in dumb places. But before that, raid the janitor's closet for an Out Of Order sign and hang it on the door, so that nobody finds the fucked-up mirror.

>>82091
You instructions were vague. You suspect it has something to do with the company. You need more information about it, preferably from the horse's mouth.

>>82092
All three exit the bathroom. The boss is locked in her office. When you knock on the door she cries "Go away!"

>look office
You are on the main floor of this branch of JONES AND JONES. There are several desks. One is currently occupied by CAROL, who is on the phone. Another empty desk belongs to ERIC, who is out to lunch. FRANK watches you suspiciously as you all leave the bathroom, a coffee cup in his right hand, pen in his left.

There are several rooms off the main floor. The male and female BATHROOMS, the RECORDS room, the BOSS's office, and the TECH DEPT. The COFFEEMAKER is off to one side.

Several SECURITY CAMERAS scan the area. The only rooms without them are the BATHROOMS and records.

>savequit
File saved.

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//forgot img
///Will be returning likely sometime next week.

Awesome.

Nequ!3LrT5NRVks 2009/11/26(Thu)23:19 No. 82102 ID: 84297a
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//using this same thread

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//Also; how'd y'all like it so far?

Tis win and epic.

is ossum. apprve.

I have a strategy: have one of you do something that will cause you to get into a private conversation with the person running J&J.(how?) Then infest him. Then call each person with the boss one at a time privately. Then infest them. We can also use our current infestees to bring other people in private conversations.

>>82125
Pro strategy there.

More brainstorming:

>* The ability to MIND CONTROL certain beings by detaching portions of yourself and inserting it in their brain stem.
>* The ability to control detached portions of self.

Can we detach portions of ourselves into the water supply, then control them into the brain stem to take over random peeps?

(posing queries and brainstorming for continuation etc.)

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//Not actually the second session.

>>82125
//SPOILER: You'll be meeting at least one J&J higher up in EPISODE 2.

>>82129
//They'd get too far away for telepathic communication. Strangely, I actually had that happen in one of my stories.
http://www.yiffstar.com/?pid=61695

//Either way, your primary objective, right now, is to infest everyone in the office.

//Also, Schrodinger's Quicksave is in full effect.

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ptitleocg6iflv079q?from=Main.SchrodingersGun

Feel free to...experiment.

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File loaded.

You are on the main floor of this branch of JONES AND JONES. There are several desks. One is currently occupied by CAROL, who is on the phone. Another empty desk belongs to ERIC, who is out to lunch. FRANK watches you suspiciously as you all leave the bathroom, a coffee cup in his right hand, pen in his left.

There are several rooms off the main floor. The male and female BATHROOMS, the RECORDS room, the BOSS's office, and the TECH DEPT. The COFFEEMAKER is off to one side.

Several SECURITY CAMERAS scan the area. The only rooms without them are the BATHROOMS and records.

>>84675
Scan the memories to try and see what the people you infected are supposed to be doing. If you can't, then head to the records room.

And in case you were wondering, the story I linked to earlier is on Yiffstar because that's the only site I could find that takes weird stuff like that.

>>84686
ALEX, BOB, and DARRYL are supposed to be reviewing accounts. Everyone is. It's the quarterly "reviewing accounts" time.

RECORDS is locked. Hosts memories indicate CAROL has the key.

>>84691
Have all 3 go to their respective positions. Scan memory to figure out how to review accounts, as well as learning the positions they left off on. Also, say "Hi" to Frank. I can't think of any way to get people infected without suspicion.

>>84709
>act as normal
Your hosts return to their regular positions.

>say hi to Frank
Frank looks at you suspiciously. "Whaddya mean by that?"

Frank's...special.

HINT: Maybe you should try to get into a secluded area with someone. How would you go about doing that? What isolated areas can you access?

>>84711
While reviewing accounts, scan for memories of both Frank and Carol. I wanna know more about them before doing anything.

//I swear, I will put this on a puzzle-solving railroad if I have to. There will be scheduled stops and light refreshments, but it WILL BE A RAILROAD AND NO MISTAKE.

>>84714
Frank is a fruitcase. Paranoid, coffee-addicted, conspiracy theorist, he doesn't trust anyone but the inside of his own head, and he looks at that sideways.

Carol is ambitious. Bit of a gold-digger, she went on a vacation with one of the higher-ups recently. Came back spouting all this rot about "progress" and "the way forward", exactly like the corporate nonsense you're hearing so much of nowadays. Also seems to have developed a habit of touching and examining everyone and everything. She has the key to records.

>>84719
Have Alex try and get the record room key from Carol.

>>84723
And scan memory for record room.

>>84723
>get key from carol
"Carol," Bob asks, "can I have the key to records? I need to get a file out of there."

"Oh," she says brightly. "I'll help you get it."

Both BOB and CAROL are alone in RECORDS.

>

>>84726
Haha, so easy. Infect her.

>>84726
Pretend to look for a record for a little while. Ask her if she likes the job she has. Try and get her away from the door.

>>84729
"I think it was the Harper proposal. Over there somewhere."
"I'll get it."

She moves deeper into the room. You position yourself between here and the door.

"Tell me, Carol, do you like the job you have? Ever considered...a bit of a change?"

She stops bending over the low drawer--to your hosts' regret--and looks at you. "Why? You headhunting?"

>>84728
>infect her
Can do.
>Continues...

>>84737
You step closer, quickly, invading her personal space. Placing your hand over her mouth, you draw her close, enough to see the gleam of fear in the meat's eyes as you shove her against the nearest filing cabinet. The impact makes a sickening dislodges a stack of files, and paper flutters down around you both as she slumps to the floor. She's dazed, confused, and you place your other hand on her breastbone, a large spike piercing the skin and starting the process. The corruption of her flesh moves up her neck, to her brain--

Wait.

Hold everything.

She's already infested.

>>84742
This is awkward...
Um, ask her who she is.

>>84744
She's...not infested with someone on your side.

>>84748
Hmmm... Ask her who she works for. Also, have Darryl get Frank in the record room. Have the remaining infectee continue working as normal.

>>84750
You don't control Frank.

DARRYL enters RECORDS.

You know who she's controlled with. A creature controlled by HE WHO WAITS IN SHADOW, much like yourself. However, they are much weaker in direct combat than your species, and prefer to MIND CONTROL their targets, as it is easier for them.

That's all stuff you know already. Your best shot is Carol's brain.

>>84751
Ask her why she's here. Is there a way to take over her without killing her permanently?

>>84753
>Ask her why she's here.
You loosen your grip slightly. "Scream and I kill you. Why are you here?"

"I...I work here! What's going on? What did you do to my shoulder? What's wrong with your arm?"

Hm. Looks like Carol has no idea what's going on. Her eyes glaze.

"HE WAITS FOR HOLES FOR PATHWAYS FOR THE SUNLIT WORLD HE WAIT FOR WEAKNESS HE WAITS IN SHADOW HE WAITS FOR YOU HORROR TO EAT HE WAITS FOR YOU TO FALL YOU AND ALL YOUR STINKING BROOD YOUR SLATTERN MOTHER--"

...Interesting.

>Is there a way to take over her without killing her permanently?

Yes. It will leave the parasite alive though.

rolled 1 = 1

---

>>84753
If you kill her and you're a suspect, you can always plea self-defense. Plus you have a "witness". On the other hand, if you do that, people will most likely flee in terror.

1-Find something pole-like quickly and kill her with that. Then, have the "witness" scream and act like it was self-defense.

2-Tell her to repair herself, and if she doesn't cooperate with us, we'll reveal her secret.

>>84758
>1-Find something pole-like quickly and kill her with that. Then, have the "witness" scream and act like it was self-defense.

A woman, with a head wound, against two grown men without a scratch on them? Not likely.

>2-Tell her to repair herself, and if she doesn't cooperate with us, we'll reveal her secret.

She can't. The parasite is just there for mind control. Of course, you could just take 'em both out and search for info in Carol's memories.

>Of course, you could just take 'em both out and search for info in Carol's memories
How is this done? Will this kill her?

>>84766
Yes. Why do you care about the meat so much anyway?

>>84767
Killing her will draw too much suspicion on us. your puppets(the ones currently in the record room) could go to JAIL. Possibly even the DEATH SENTENCE.

>>84768
There seems to have been a miscommunication. You can INFEST Carol, same as any other host. Since she is merely mind controlled, her memories should be mostly intact, barring the ones the parasite has doubtless altered. Ince INFESTED, she will have the same abilities as your other hosts.

No one will notice a thing.

>>84769
Oh. OK, infest her.

>>84770
You start with the brain first, sending spikes spiraling through it. The parasite is simply...consumed, any memories it held unable to be accessed. The corruption ripples down her body, causing her breasts to thrust outward momentarily as her back arches, something rippling under her skin. A brief tent appears in her skirt before subsiding, and she twitched before becoming still.

You have infested CAROL!

You now control ALEX, BOB, CAROL and DARRYL. That's most of this branch.

First scan memory for time of day and work hours. Second, tell us our remaining victims.

>>84773
It's about TWO PM. The branch closes at FIVE.

The remaining victims are FRANK, ERIC the tech guy, and THE BOSS.

>>84774
There's also HAKEEM, the black guy hired because of Affirmative Action, which means he can get away with taking two hour lunches because the BOSS is afraid to fire him.

You detect some hostility in your hosts' memories toward him.

He's out right now.

Would you like to see what CAROL remembered?

>>84774
Scan memory for boss and Eric. Scan Carol's memory to see if Frank ever requested to go to the record room.

>>84776
And yes

>>84777
The Boss is a moderately attractive young woman--younger than some of the employees, in fact--who seems in over her head managing this branch of J&J. She seems to be going through the motions without any managerial flair whatsoever.

Her father is a Vice President. You wonder if that has anything to do with her position.

ERIC doesn't come out much. He's a typical nerd, sunk in the endless gloom of his wire-lined cave, the soft hum of case fans a backdrop to whatever dark deeds he performs in there.

The TECH ROOM has the only monitoring station for the SECURITY CAMERAS, though the actual recordings are kept inside a sealed case. No way for anyone there to get it open, but the cops would certainly check it if someone phoned in a disturbance.

>>84778
What little relevant memories Carol can dredge up are shifting, uncertain. She had initially mistaken them for dreams; it seems the parasite's memory wipe was not as thorough as it thought.

Carol remembers a drive with the executive she was dating earlier, to a house out in the country. A large room. Pattern on the floor. Candles. ItHurtsRobesItHurtsChantingItHurtsFireItH

>>84780
That's all she remembers.

>

>>84781
Our next target will be Frank. Have everyone but Carol go back to their desks. Have Carol look for Frank.

>>84785
Everyone goes back to their desks, except CAROL. She goes looking for Frank.

Oh. There he is.

At his desk. Drinking coffee. Just like you left him.

He glares at Carol suspicuously. "What'ere y'all doin' in there, havin' a three-way?"

>savequit

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Save file created.

//actually a pause, but board software doesn't take dupe images.

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>>84788

//Screw saves and pauses. Let's just keep rolling.

Everyone goes back to their desks, except CAROL. She goes looking for Frank.

Oh. There he is.

At his desk. Drinking coffee. Just like you left him.

He glares at Carol suspicuously. "What'ere y'all doin' in there, havin' a three-way?"
>

>>90228
"Jokingly" say "Maybe I did. Want to go see?"

>>90236
>"Jokingly" say "Maybe I did. Want to go see?"

Frank: "I think you're some kind of deviated prevert, and I think the Boss is gonna find out about your preversion, and that you were organizing some kind of mutiny of preverts."

>>90274
"Dude, chill out. I was only joking. Why do you have to take everything so seriously? Really, it's annoying."

>>90275
>"Dude, chill out. I was only joking. Why do you have to take everything so seriously? Really, it's annoying."

"You wanna know why I have to take everything so seriously? Because we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men who are very serious. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Carol? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep over a stubbed toe and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury..."

Your hosts' minds indicate you've triggered Frank's Rant Mode, and he'll continue in this vein for several minutes. You should see what ERIC is up to in the TECH ROOM.

>>90342
Have Bob go to the tech room while Carol waits patiently for Frank to end his rant. Also check memories for "Frank Rant Mode" in detail.

>>90344
Bob enters the tech room, and tries not to breathe deeply. Eric looks up at him in irritation. "Whatcha' want?"

To Eric's front is a computer screen with a few figurines on top of it. Beeps and boops come from the screen; he's clearly not hard at work. To his left is the bank of monitors for the security cameras.

Carol waits for Frank to wind down.

"--smells like victory--"

His RANT MODE can be triggered by any little thing, and comes out as a rambling stream of patriotic nonsense. Everyone knows Frank has a subscription to several gun and conspiracy magazines, and is rather evasive about his time in 'Nam. Everyone also wonders why he still has a job in the first place.

>>90362
Bob: Are there any security cameras watching the room?

Carol: Continue to wait.

>>90364
The security cameras monitor the main floor, and the boss's office. The BATHROOMS, RECORDS, and TECH ROOM are without them. Eric is the only person monitoring them, though they are being written to BETAMAX in real-time. Eric is also the only person in the office with access to them, or the skills to even work the infernal things.

Carol continues to wait.
>

>>90375
Bob: Ask him how fragile the equipment is.

>>90377
"Could probably stand up to a small nuke. Nope, the only way into 'em is through me." He grins. "Say, wanna hear about my figurines?" He picks up one of the models on the monitor. "They're from this game called Warhammer Fantasy Battle, made by these UK lads, what what! The guys down at Spot Check say they're working on a new game, set in the future--"

Fascinating.

Much like Frank, you tune him out, looking around some more. On his desk are a packet of Red Vines and an opened can of Mr. Pibb. Well, that explains his physique.

>>90392
Bob: Tell him that you want to learn how to play that game. Then infect him stealthily.

Carol: Rant progress.

>>90392
Can we infect through placing a bit of ourselves in a liquid which the victim then drinks? Or would the infection process that follows be too obvious? Could we perhaps start an infection that way but only give a mild suggestion that he has to pee, and finish off the infection process when he's in the bathroom?

>>90394
There are no cameras in the tech room.

>>90393
>"Can you tell me more about this game?"

Eric's face lights up. "R-really? No one ever wants to talk about the stuff I like.

You place a hand on each of his shoulders, and smile reassuringly. Then, quickly, you snap his neck.
>Continued...

>Carol: Rant progress.

"...uphill both ways with a hoop!..."

>>90397
His flesh, his fat repulses you. you pierce his stomach, your corruption spreading across his midsection like an opening flower. He's dead, of course, so he can't feel it curl lovingly around, then consume his spine. His flesh spasms as the spikes flow into them, flesh twitching. Something flickers in his eyes, just before your spikes stab out of them, shortly before reforming into perfect replicas of Eric's eyes. His neck snaps back to its proper position, with a sound of bones--or something like bones--mending themselves. You smile to yourself as his brain is taken over.

At least he won't be making that smell anymore.

You have infested ERIC!

You now control ALEX, BOB, CAROL, DARRYL, and ERIC.

>>90399
Scan Eric's memories on how to operate camera equipment in detail.

>>90400
ERIC's memories contain info on how to alter and edit the tapes. More specifically, he could copy and splice segments in after themselves, to make it seem like, say, FRANK was still talking to CAROL at a time when he was being infested.

Just for example.
>

>>90401
That's exactly what I had in mind. But first, Carol: Rant progress.

>>90402
"--ing Charlies droppping us into pits--"

You could be here all day.

>>90403
Eric: Review how long it takes to splice.
Bob: Get back to desk whilst keeping an eye out for Hakeem.
Carol: Ask Frank what he's most afraid of. Then infect.

>>90404
> Ask Frank what he's most afraid of.

Do you fear death?

>>90404
>Eric: Review how long it takes to splice.

A few minutes.

>Bob: Get back to desk whilst keeping an eye out for Hakeem.

Done. Bob keeps one eye on the elevator banks.

>Carol: Ask Frank what he's most afraid of. Then infect.
>"Do you fear death?"

Frank's tirade cuts off abruptly, and he stares at Carol, his eyes wide open. Now.

"What...what do you mean?"

"Death, Frank." Carol places one hand on the desk and leans over, a strange smile on her face. "Do. You. Fear. Death."

"I'm afraid of a lot of things. Any sane man would be." He doesn't meet her gaze now, and he's leaned away, slightly.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Get back to work," he says gruffly.

"They put you in the jungle, didn't they? They put you in there and put you on 'puree', with all the guns and the dark and the knives and those pits with sticks. And then they took the fine, fine mess of a man they had made, and they poured him a uniform, and they sent him home to Mom and apple pie. And here-" a straight poke, to his chest- "you are."

Frank looks down, like he can't believe someone's actually touched him.
>Cont.

>>90546
"How much of it is an act, I wonder. The ranting, the clothes, the faint smell about you." Carol pushes him away from his desk. The chair has a bum wheel, and curves slightly to the left. Frank doesn't resist as she straddles his lap, her corduroys pants rupping against his cotton slacks. She can feel him getting...excited, despite himself, despite his shrinking away as Carol drapes her hands over his shoulders and looks into his eyes. He's stammering, seeking words, even as she continues.

"When was the last time you held a woman in your arms? Or a man, if that's your thing. Or do they...bounce off your so-called patriotism, your zeal?"

She cradles his head in her arms.

"Not me," she whispers, her lips brushing his ear. "I know who you are."

And then she kisses him.
>Cont.

>>90550
You're impatient, perhaps, so Carol thrusts against Frank with her entire body. Her hands--claws, now--crush his skull, driving into his brain. The spikes and scorched flesh her breasts have become pin him, piercing through his body and the back of the chair. Your corruption reaches his heart, and spreads speedily through his body, and it only seconds before he is one of you.

Carol climbs off of Frank's body. Both of them discard their ruined clothes, and SHAPESHIFT to their normal appearance.

You have infested FRANK!

You now control ALEX, BOB, CAROL, DARRYL, ERIC and FRANK.

Only the boss and HAKEEM are left. You need to find some way to get into the former's office.
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>>90555
First order of business: Eric better splice that shit! And also look out for Hakeem in the security cameras.
Other people: Review memory of office conduct.

>>90562
SPLICAN NAO

>Other people: Review memory of office conduct.

It boils down to "don't be idiots". Can do.

Right. Well, Carol talks to the boss more then anyone, right? Lets go talk. Err...We think we could increase profit margins by five percent if we hold a formal board meating to talk about the future of the current project?

>>90580
>"Boss? Can I talk to you?"

"O-okay Carol. Let me just--"

She sounds like she's been crying.

The door unlocks. "Come in."

GINA has been crying. You enter the room.

"Sorry," she says, locking the door behind you. "I just didn't want to see any of those guys today, y'know?" She wipes her runny nose across the back of her hand. "I just...I've been under so much stress lately. I mean, Daddy got me this job, but I have no manager experience. I figured it'd be, that it'd be easy..."

She sits at her desk, and buries her head in her hands. "You're the only friend I have in this office, y'know that? I mean, not that I have any, but still."

Jeez, why is everyone pouring their hearts out to you today?

>>91062
Tell her you have lots of experience(You did lead Germany, don't tell her that), and asks if she wants some.

> Infest Gina

>>91076
>Tell her you have lots of experience(You did lead Germany, don't tell her that), and asks if she wants some.

Technically, you were in more of an advisory position. Off to the side, never in any photos, seen but not exactly remembered...

>Infest Gina
Can do.

Cont.

Carol pats Gina on the back. "I'll be okay."

"Really?" The younger woman looks up at her employee, hope in her eyes. "You really think so?

"I know so," says Carol, letting her palm rest lightly, ever so lightly, on Gina's back. "It'll all be over soon."

"How soon?"

"About twelve seconds, I'd say."

Gina has just enough time to look confused before the spike coming out of Carol's hand severs her spinal cord.

It probably feels strange, you think, to just slump forward, not able to feel anything below your shoulders, and not even those working well. You've never really been interested in anatomy, though the German had a lot of people working for him who took a great amount of interest indeed. It was always possible Carol had somehow broke motor control, but not sensation, so Gina could feel the taint that scrabbled down her spine, working its way along her ribs, then her lungs, then her bloodstream, than everywhere. Could she sense it break down and reconstruct her muscles, the useless fat she hated so much? Her lips are moving. Did she feel fear at this point, or simply relief, relief at the end of the burden, at the encroaching oblivion?

Anything was possible.

You have infested GINA!

That's everyone in the o-hold the phone.

Cont.

As Gina pushes herself up, she sees an invitation on her desk. It's to the big regional meeting a few nights away, and Gina remembers that all the big muckety-mucks will be there, including--you cross-reference with Carol's memories--the same guy who invited Carol on that trip. Worth investigating.

The elevator dings as Hakeem exits. He's got a large fountain soda in one hand, and makes a beeline to his desk. Setting the drink down, he pulls his chair up. "Hey guys, what happened while I was out?"

Silently, the other denizens of the office surround him. You can see, in his eyes, just the tiniest hint of fear.

"Guys?"

Gina does something like a smile as she reaches for him. "You're getting a promotion."

END LEVEL ONE

//Not done with thread.

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>>92337
>black guy
>you're getting a promotion

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>>102304
Son of a--