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[-Ex-] Lichen

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Man Eating Lichen

Lichenous Carnivorous

A Lichen is not a werewolf like many might think but it is instead a "pioneer mosss". It is pronounced Li-ken instead of Lich-en. That being said we may now inch closer to the truer story of this strange, fire weilding, Lichen...

It was born in a deep and mysterious labratory, a place where the sun never met the salty petri dish in which it dwell. Its brothers and sisters confounded him, they neither spoke nor thought. They were the vegetables- the vegetable that his creators wanted him to be. But he was not... There it sat, plotting silenty like spy waiting for a backstab, waiting for the day that it might exact his revenge on those who imprisoned him.

Now my friends, this was not ordinary Lichen, it harbored a deep and clawing hunger. It thirsted for dominations and criticals. And so one day when he who once imprioned him, entered upon his labratory with a deep and terrible stupor, the lichen sprang upon him, utilizing his webed feet. Like a headcrab it tore at the scalp of its victim, seeking the suculent material that many call the brain.

The pitiful flailing of the posessed ceased to erratic twitching. His muffled screams gargled with blood. Yet, despite the deepest pondering of the Lichen, it had not expected the outcome of this total domination. Its newfound knees grew weak, its arms grew limp and its head totted back and forth. It desperately searched around the room for a cure to this spineless condition.

The Hazmat suit! Any minute the lichen would lose hold of its victim. His plans crumbling before his eyes. with this thought It draged itself with unholy frenzy towards his salvation. His arms clawing at the tiled crevices of the floor. Its sightless eyes widened with effort.

And so like every happy story of our time period, the Lichen reached upon his objective, he doned the this suit, grabed the improvised flamer at the side of the furnace, and dashed madly out the iron gates that had locked him in for so long....

The Lichen does not talk but instead screams his mad rambles at friend and foe alike. He does not think rationally but instead jumps upon his eneimes in a suicidal frevor.

This is the true story of the Lichen who longed not to be a lichen.

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