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The 20th day of Funky February is upon us, the true extent of this funky outbreak will soon be more than apparent, as world after world is consumed in endless warmth, just how much free space remains before the hair is all there is?~
...lets make that amount of space left just a bit smaller~
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ROOM 550
*You finally find a rest stop of sorts, a forest with a humble little cabin inside, wanting to take a breather, you step inside, you find a pile of notes...along with a strange, brown, soft mass blocking the door ahead...
"The mansion is falling apart, we had another hundred rooms consumed by that...STUFF. Its been spreading like wildfire, colorful, oddly puffy looking mass spreading out in every direction it can. We had to relocate many of the upper level Specimen down to the lower subfloors already. Though we managed to lose a few. I'm not sure what will become of them."
"As for myself? Well...I'll be honest I got split up from the rest of GL Labs pretty quickly, currently out in the utility tunnels...feeling a little strange...did I always have antlers? They're not as big as 8's, but they're definitely pretty large...my hair feels softer too..."
"Man, when's the last time I shaved? I looked clean shaven the last time I saw my reflection, but when I checked after waking up today I looked like I hadn't cut in months, its...not coarse either, its really SOFT actually! It hugs around my snout pretty well...~ I might let it grow out a bit longer..."
"Man, my afro is really coming in nicely now! My body hair all merged into a big ball not too long ago, so I'm almost symmetrical, my beard is getting really heavy though, makes it hard to run for a long time, my legs are definitely getting a nice workout, I don't recall having hooves though er...actually...I'm pretty sure I always did! Its sure gotten a lot foggier...though the fog is really warm."
"Would you believe it that I'm writing this with my mustache right now?~ I wouldn't believe it either, but the other backup dancedeers just taught me how, apparently I'm going to get to write Discodeer's next big song, "Maze of Mustaches", call it silly, but I'm starting to get into it!"
"Hoooo~ Man, someone left a bunch of notes here!~ No idea who, sounds like someone Disco' turned into another dancedeer like myself, anyway, I'm getting reaaally too big for this cabin, I gotta go prep~ Put on my shades, get my locks puffed up, go down to the siren's shampoo sea, the whole shebang~"
...The rest of the notes are indulgent, manic song lyrics.
...looking up from the notes, you find yourself in an unfamiliar location, now in the middle of a clearing in a red forest, waist deep in incredibly soft hair, even the gentlest movements cause your body to quiver in uncontrollable delight...looking ahead, you'd see a giant shape slowly bounce foreward, sounding like a great rustling tree as they did~
"Joooooiiin uuuuuuuuuuuus~"
It sang out in a deep, serenading voice
"Become one with me, become one with my children~"
Your feet begin to move, part of it your own desire, and part of it something else~
"We have so many more dance numbers to practice~"
As you feel your hair begin to curl and your antlers begin to grow, you were ready to enjoy your time as one of the God of Groove's near-identical disco servants, who really needs an identity anyway?~
The 20th day of Funky February is upon us, the true extent of this funky outbreak will soon be more than apparent, as world after world is consumed in endless warmth, just how much free space remains before the hair is all there is?~
...lets make that amount of space left just a bit smaller~
=============================================
ROOM 550
*You finally find a rest stop of sorts, a forest with a humble little cabin inside, wanting to take a breather, you step inside, you find a pile of notes...along with a strange, brown, soft mass blocking the door ahead...
"The mansion is falling apart, we had another hundred rooms consumed by that...STUFF. Its been spreading like wildfire, colorful, oddly puffy looking mass spreading out in every direction it can. We had to relocate many of the upper level Specimen down to the lower subfloors already. Though we managed to lose a few. I'm not sure what will become of them."
"As for myself? Well...I'll be honest I got split up from the rest of GL Labs pretty quickly, currently out in the utility tunnels...feeling a little strange...did I always have antlers? They're not as big as 8's, but they're definitely pretty large...my hair feels softer too..."
"Man, when's the last time I shaved? I looked clean shaven the last time I saw my reflection, but when I checked after waking up today I looked like I hadn't cut in months, its...not coarse either, its really SOFT actually! It hugs around my snout pretty well...~ I might let it grow out a bit longer..."
"Man, my afro is really coming in nicely now! My body hair all merged into a big ball not too long ago, so I'm almost symmetrical, my beard is getting really heavy though, makes it hard to run for a long time, my legs are definitely getting a nice workout, I don't recall having hooves though er...actually...I'm pretty sure I always did! Its sure gotten a lot foggier...though the fog is really warm."
"Would you believe it that I'm writing this with my mustache right now?~ I wouldn't believe it either, but the other backup dancedeers just taught me how, apparently I'm going to get to write Discodeer's next big song, "Maze of Mustaches", call it silly, but I'm starting to get into it!"
"Hoooo~ Man, someone left a bunch of notes here!~ No idea who, sounds like someone Disco' turned into another dancedeer like myself, anyway, I'm getting reaaally too big for this cabin, I gotta go prep~ Put on my shades, get my locks puffed up, go down to the siren's shampoo sea, the whole shebang~"
...The rest of the notes are indulgent, manic song lyrics.
...looking up from the notes, you find yourself in an unfamiliar location, now in the middle of a clearing in a red forest, waist deep in incredibly soft hair, even the gentlest movements cause your body to quiver in uncontrollable delight...looking ahead, you'd see a giant shape slowly bounce foreward, sounding like a great rustling tree as they did~
"Joooooiiin uuuuuuuuuuuus~"
It sang out in a deep, serenading voice
"Become one with me, become one with my children~"
Your feet begin to move, part of it your own desire, and part of it something else~
"We have so many more dance numbers to practice~"
As you feel your hair begin to curl and your antlers begin to grow, you were ready to enjoy your time as one of the God of Groove's near-identical disco servants, who really needs an identity anyway?~
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