"Hmm. Leave the singing to the pros, dear."
Sing an improved version of Diane's song.
((Here's a thought: if I continually appear a mindless automata, I might actually become that, thus dying permanently, without any respawning nonsense. If you think of this place as a hell, that might be a good thing.))
Trying to Hindu yourself and escape the wheel of reincarnation? Too bad you can't fool yourself into thinking you're a robot.
[2]
You decide that you don't need to prove anything to anyone.
"But...but...MY SPOTLIGHT! I WAS MEANT TO BE SOMETHING IN MOTOWN. NOW I'M HERE!"
Sob about how my fame is gone.
You cry and whine intolerably about the slings and arrows of fate and what might have been. Most of those in attendance make some feeble attempt at telling you things aren't so bad. Hyenakles tells you to shut up.
"My thanks for the advice, though I do not intend to lock myself into a narrative guaranteed to end in my death. I'll keep that in mind.
If you don't mind, I'll walk with you; I have a proposition that may benefit the both of us a good deal, if you're interested."
Offer a deal... also check over my physical appearance. Did I get altered at all by the whole 'catch the explosion' thing?
"You may walk with me, if you wish."
You check your body over a bit and find that that your hands, or at least the skin on your hands, has taken on a strange white appearance. You check your arms and the effect seems to go up to about the elbow. You think, if you're not mistaken, that your hands and arms might have been turned to asbestos.
Welp.
I'mma hop down and runhobble over to the group around the holy guy and bullshit.
Hey guys! I did it! I beat the evil trees! Who's the new guy? Hey, what's with the glass? Did any of you happen to see a leg around here? I kinda lost one somehow. Boy, I nbet it was that cat harem from space. Those ladies were H.O.T., hot.
((honestly, I'm a little surprised that I woke up when I did. Glad that coma wasn't as enduring as it could have been.))
You get the warbeast to plop you down near the group and then hobble straight in, talking non-stop. The guy with no arms kind of just grins at you.
"Hang on, I shall look!"
Search for some raw meat that nobody would miss.
Hmm I think there is some raw meat in the warbeast, right? Did that all get cooked after the warthog hunt?
"Your guess is as good as mine. I ran as soon as the weird possessions and shit started happening."
Talky
"Be on guard, things like that can't zero in on an area without a beacon. They must have connected to us somehow, and if they did it once, they can do it again."
Throw a bit of tantrum for my request being ignored and nibble finger of Most Beautiful.
Throw a big tantrum! Bite somebody!
"Notice me!"
Well you see, the most beautiful has no hands and only part of one arm right now, so nibbling a finger would be most difficult.
Instead you promptly bite him right on the foot. He cocks an eyebrow at you.