BornAndTorn 37 Diy 2

Those were the things, that could be tested without any lasting repercussions for my future. If things went down south it would not affect my chances of survival. But each other test I could make regarding the organs of my body might have negative permanent effects, Normally I would have to consider what kind of changes to expect because it seems impossible to expect a perfect replica. After all, even though my skin looks the same as before, it is oddly resistant to blunt trauma and I have lost the level of nerf sensitivity I had before.

But what is holding me back anyway? There is no family, no friends in this world, those connections died with my very first death. I doubt that I have any ties to this world in the first place. My life is a daily struggle, monsters and players are fighting me endlessly if given a chance. I am just the frog at the bottom of the dwell. I have no idea on the scale of power I might face in the future.

This is not a life worth living. My standards for a good life are higher, then just being alive. I do not want to crawl for the rest of my life, keeping my head low all the time. I do not want a life, where I am doomed to just watch from the sidelines. If I let my doubts take the best of me, how would I ever be worthy of the name I chose for myself, the conviction it stands for.

Death is an open door, I will have to through it sooner or later anyway. While I was busy contemplating my fate once again, I subconsciously began to rip out my hair. After shoving all the distractive thoughts aside, I was quite perplexed as I looked at the small hill that was my hair in front of me. After checking the hair that was left on my hair, I felt relieved. Now I know I will not go bald if I continuously rip out my hair.

I was quite curious what kind of special effect, would my newly grown hair have. Would it get razor sharp or would it grow longer and become more durable? As I pulled out hair over and over again, to see what kind of effect it will induce. I started to wonder why I was not feeling any difference. If it became harder to pull out the hair, due to the roots of the hair becoming stronger, then even though it would have been a huge disappointment, it still would have been understandable.

But as the pile of hair grew, so did the question marks in my mind. I started to rip more and more hairs off and the interval between each grab became shorter and shorter. But the hair always came back and I still felt no change. Come on, there has to be at least something, but it was as if the hair blatantly refused that notion.

So I was stuck in this endless loop, a struggle to feel some kind of change. I could only see hair in front of my eyes, I could not see any trees any soil. There was only my stupid hair, just regrowing all the time. It kept on growing back, there was no end to, but here I was expecting something to change. Doing the same thing over and over again sure is a sign of madness. The only positive side effect is that I will not have worry about turning bold if I ever get old.

While grappling a giant handful patch of hair and trying to feel if there is any difference in the skin, I noticed that I grabbed hair again. I might have missed grabbing the same spot in my state of confusion. So I started anew but this time I made sure to put my other hand right onto it after I have pulled it out. Expecting to feel skin instead, I felt the hair regrowing in an insane speed full of vigour.

For f.u.c.k's sake out all possibilities, my mutation is that my hair will regrow faster and faster the more it has been pulled out. Well, what a really great mutation, that is. Now I finally found some stuff to burn, I am only required to rip out my hair for the rest of my pitiful life for a fire that might last longer than 5 minutes. Using it as a rope, what an excellent plan, how could a really durable thread of a spider compare to such short hair.

After receiving a gigantic middle finger, I decided to seek my salvation elsewhere. If the kind of mutation is depending on the primary reason for its change, then I may be forced to change my approach to this. If the blunt trauma I received was the cause, for it to adapt in that way, then I have to consider how to hurt myself in order to improve my bodily functions. But that theory seems to have some big holes in it if I remember the first wound I received were bite marks, followed by gashes left by the sharp claws of a wolf. If I look even further back, upon letting the bugs consume those subordinates, the metabolism of my body got faster and it felt stronger. My path of development might have been set in stone then and there.

Though the uselessness of my hair left me quite disappointed, I did not let it bring me down. So I started to search for the next area to painstakingly evolve, to see how and what will change. Well, let me try what happens to my nails if I remove them over and over again. Will, there be a difference between the ones on my hands and the ones on my feet?

After repeating the process I underwent previously to determine the current use of my hair, I began to notice there were slight similarities on hand and feet. I would not turn into an X-men famous for his claws, but my fingernail became a lot sharper and pointed. It looked like a much smaller version of the moles I fought against before. If I ever had planned to dig a long tunnel those things would sure come in handy. The ones on my feet were looking more like the claws of the wolf. at least they can serve some kind of purpose.

So far it feels like I am the outcome of what happens when somebody picks random in character creation.

Right now I do not find any usefulness and possible application for either combat or building with it. But without testing, the properties I will not jump to conclusions, otherwise, I limit my possibilities by default. If life gives you grapes instead of lemon, you might miss out on lemonade, but you still can make a drink out of the grapes. Though right now it feels like I need an awful amount of imagination to make something out of my current evolution.

Before I will focus on the rest of my body. I will test out the rest of the hair that can be found on my body. A quick glance downwards after lifting my jeans a bit, I felt relieved luckily there had not been any development of that kind yet. Just the thought alone what kind of horror could have evolved there. The images that shot in my head were quite disturbing.

I started with the fine hair on my arms. The result was quite interesting, the hairs turned spiky, like the hairs of a hedgehog, but if they live down they look like just ordinary skin. After ripping one out, it takes a bit longer than usual for it to be replenished. Besides, its properties change if it's standing upright it becomes hard and loses its flexibility, but if it just lies on my skin it is soft. Now that is something practical to work with, you just have to complain enough and you get something good.

After repeating that process several times, I wondered how the hair would change further, but besides its becoming pointier. I did not see anything else. But I could not care any less about that, in comparison to the fast-growing hair on my head everything would look good, but something actually useful is something I did not expect in my wildest dreams.

While the results on my arms were really successful, I felt intrigued what would come out of my leg hair. But upon doing so, something weird happened, while each other hair would show at least some kind of resemblance in its final mutation, the leg hair just never appeared again. I was left perplexed, that was a result I did not expect. There has always been at least some kind of effect. Faster growth, a change in durability, change in its flexibility or form. But I refuse to believe, that smooth skin is part of such a mutation. Every other form has a distant usage in combat, but not smooth legs. I am going to kill them with my looks, said no one ever in this world.

While smooth legs are the only weapon in a different kind of fight and I am not particularly interested in this kind of battle right now. What a letdown that was, I did not expect that there really was something that would be even more useless when my air, but alas that proves my ignorance. If I ever find women, that does not reject me because of my weird hybrid features I might stand a chance. While we are at it, let us imagine the most beautiful, most cla.s.sic girl, with a nice personality and a killer body. Her rich parents support her whatever she does, a loyal character that only will ever love me and only me and now erase that thought process. This is not a f.u.c.king fairytale I live in. If I think about probability like these, I might as well pray that a random thunderstrike hits me and transports me back into my old world.

After the unsurprising revelation that no thundershock hit me, I felt proven right, that such things do not exist and even if they do, I hardly doubt that she would settle for me. What would I have left? My whole thought process does not fit into this world. I am just a cynical fool. I do not believe in their so-called G.o.d, a mere pagan. Besides the obvious reason that a whole relations.h.i.+p would not work out, because I am just existing in this world as data. But do not fret, because I have killer legs.

Yeah, with legs like that I am sure that every girl will fall for me on the spot. The possibility that they end up chopping my legs off due out of pure envy, seems far more likely to me. I hope you enjoyed this short preview of why does no Girl love me and never will, now in a cinema near you.

I know most girls like men who show confidence, but confidence can only get you so far. Besides I am quite confident, that everything else in my life is speaking against something like that. So why bother wasting my time with such delusions. But in the off-chance that there might be someone interested, the legs will be the only reason, no doubt about that.

Feeling a bit downcast after receiving the shock of my life after seeing the smoothness of my current legs, I began to rip off the brows of my eyes. I started to pray to every G.o.d I knew of my former world, In hope of not walking around with no eyebrows in the future. My pleading call was heard. My future was saved. The results were fantastic, I did not disappear, nor did it turn into a mon.o.brow. It was not replaced by something strange like the eyes of a snail. It was nothing detestable, all that changed was the density of hairs. That was and will be the only time I am feeling lucky about no big change at all.

Enough with the cosmetics, let's get down with the real business.