UPDATE: MY CHITIN HAS STARTED TO HARDEN SO I'M NO LONGER IN DANGER OF EVISCERATING MYSELF AND SPILLING MY GUTS ON THE TILE FOR DARING TO GENTLY GRAZE MY GUT PLANE ON THE CORNER OF THE MEALBLOCK ISLAND. TO GIVE SOME SCORES, I HAVEN'T MEASURED BUT I'M ROUGHLY AROUND 7'3 NOW? NOT EXACTLY BUT THIS IS JUST FROM COMPARING MYSELF TO DOOR FRAMES. MY HORNS ARE A BIT LONGER, BUT PROBABLY ONLY BY AN INCH SO I GUESS I'LL BE NUBBY FOREVER, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I'M KIND OF RAMBLING? THIS IS JUST AS FUCKING WEIRD AS IT WAS THE FIRST TIME. I'M FUCKING RAVENOUS BUT I DON'T TRUST MY LEGS TO CARRY ME AROUND WELL ENOUGH TO MAKE ANYTHING. UGH, MAYBE I SHOULD WAKE VRISKA UP. MAYBE? MAYBE. YOU'D THINK I'D BE LESS TIRED FOR A GUY WHO ESSENTIALLY SLEPT FOR A WEEK BUT YOU'D BE WRONG! YOU'D BE FUCKING WRONG! I'M SO FUCKING EXHAUSTED.


