+THE FUNGAL VALE+

In the Conservatory, passing through the maze of plants and glass, you find the tiled floor suddenly gives way to a dirt floor, and sloping downward – toward the forest circling the estate. Stagnant water and mildew whistles through the air – as if part of the conservatory is rotting.

Deciding to leave for haler air, you turn to leave, but you lose your footing, and slip – falling back down… into the fetid water. The water you fall into breaks out of the back of the conservatory, where liquefied soil and decaying plants have broken the sealed greenhouse.

You land on a soft substrate – not earth – the scent of fungus and swamp water overpowers your nose. You stand to try to find your way out – back into the conservatory – but all you see around you are fungal blooms of great sizes, and strange-colored clouds wafting through the air.

You blink and realize these are spore clouds – worries of poisoning or death lash in your mind – all too late - you’ve inhaled already them. Fleshy-fungal growths erupt from your skin, seeking the fetid air. Your skin changes to a porous spongy-flesh and your head balloons into a mushroom’s cap. Extra arms grow to match your warping limbs and growing bulk. Now only vaguely humanoid, after your fungal inversion, you have become the MYCONID.

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September Patreonsketch: luckyboy
Theme: THE CASTLE
Digital
2019
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