[ Dylan doesn't go for the supplies; They're being guarded by the biggest monsters, posing the biggest challenges. No, he's long since decided the smart thing to do would be to split the difference and start chasing down the slightly smaller, more manageable monsters and just use them for food.
Bringing out the symbiote claws and teeth to tear into them, Dylan's gotta admit it's scratching an itch in his brain he didn't know he had. He'll have to unpack that later when he's not fighting for survival.
He's spent a few days alone on this island so far, partly because he hasn't run into anyone he knows and partly because he's a little ashamed of his survival strategy thus far.
Doesn't help that the announcer has been following him around narrating a sensationalized account of Dylan's ferocious "fall from humanity." He's learning to ignore it.
Of course, even the smaller monsters are sizeable. Way more than a single kid can eat in one sitting — Even a kid who's part symbiote. When a stranger happens upon the little clearing where he's chowing down on the leg of a small giant frog, he'll pause, then motion toward the rest of the fresh remains. ]
Want some?
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02. Closed to Sleeper
[ Dylan and Sleeper are up in a tree, staking out the terrain below for the approach of one of the monsters. Since he'd met up with the others, Dylan's hunting became less about his own survival and more about what he can contribute to the group.
Plus, it's nice to spend time with his sibling in such a new set of circumstances. ]
I fucking hate this island, but when we get out of here, we should go hunting more often. I like spending time with you like this.
OPEN ; medium-sized child swiftly going feral, tw for hunting/eating of monsters
[ Dylan doesn't go for the supplies; They're being guarded by the biggest monsters, posing the biggest challenges. No, he's long since decided the smart thing to do would be to split the difference and start chasing down the slightly smaller, more manageable monsters and just use them for food.
Bringing out the symbiote claws and teeth to tear into them, Dylan's gotta admit it's scratching an itch in his brain he didn't know he had. He'll have to unpack that later when he's not fighting for survival.
He's spent a few days alone on this island so far, partly because he hasn't run into anyone he knows and partly because he's a little ashamed of his survival strategy thus far.
Doesn't help that the announcer has been following him around narrating a sensationalized account of Dylan's ferocious "fall from humanity." He's learning to ignore it.
Of course, even the smaller monsters are sizeable. Way more than a single kid can eat in one sitting — Even a kid who's part symbiote. When a stranger happens upon the little clearing where he's chowing down on the leg of a small giant frog, he'll pause, then motion toward the rest of the fresh remains. ]
Want some?
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02. Closed to Sleeper
[ Dylan and Sleeper are up in a tree, staking out the terrain below for the approach of one of the monsters. Since he'd met up with the others, Dylan's hunting became less about his own survival and more about what he can contribute to the group.
Plus, it's nice to spend time with his sibling in such a new set of circumstances. ]
I fucking hate this island, but when we get out of here, we should go hunting more often. I like spending time with you like this.
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03. WILDCARD?