
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@eclecticEngineer You aren't quite sure of when the power surges started. They were small at first. Little zaps that would make you crush something suddenly. Enough to make you no longer use them to carry your lusus around. The mediculler doesn't have an answer for you. You stop going out. You try to find reasons, patterns to why they happen. Bright lights. Flashes. You can work around that. You dim your own psionics, slowing the pulse of their rate till they don't hurt your eyes anymore. You wear sunglasses to help and you do not consider the suggestion to get a port installed so you can discharge the energy. You are out with friends. It happens fast. A flash camera, someone taking your sunglasses as a joke for the photo. You come to on the floor. Exhausted and weak and surrounded by the smears that were your friends. Your pan hurts, drained of energy. Hours later, when you've hauled your weak self back to your hive, you book in for your first port installation. I'm very sorry. #gore #death #violence πΌπππππ’ πππ
