You take a wrong corridor in an empty abandoned highrise. You decided to explore in the dark of night and it's spooky. You feel a presence near you. You turn your head but nothing is there. You do this a few times. Always nothing.

Except for now. There is something there. It's purple eyes capture you and you find it hard to move. The heavy nose ring it has glints in the soft lights as it looks you over. It's power is strong and it seems to have wisdom beyond the ages behind it. It feels like it simply doesn't belong in this reality, but yet, there it is.

Your own body feels funny. You seem to be gaining a layer of latex and rubber, like the creature, and your nose start to feel heavy as a ring forms there without a seam. Your shape conforms to something between it's own shape and your old natural shape. You're becoming something else. But you feel that your fate is firmly in it's hands and it gives you enough freedom to speak. Your future comes down to answering and delivering on an answer to it's question:

"We are the Ghargol. We are here to observe and you are joining us. You seem entertaining. You'll be seeing a lot of things, but tell me, how good are you at heckling and joking at what you observe? It's a skill that we Ghargol have refined in order to save our sanity from the intense boredom of being rock during the day."

"So, tell me a joke or make fun of something. Let's see how good you really are."

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I'm not quite ready with the next Crimson Dervish story, which features these guys, but I had this guy in my head and he wanted to get out. XD Enjoy. Everyone loves playing with Living Source creatures!