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Well, I won't bore you with the gory (ha!) details, but long story short, I was infected with the dreaded Drop-B virus. So far it's lain dormant, but one day, maybe one day soon, I will grow tufts of scraggly, bloody fur, my incisors will sharpen, and I will develop a growing lust for the flesh of the living.
The dropbears adopted me as their own. All that was left was a hollow shell of a man. I can still hear their screams... "Tear, rip, shred, bloodlet the world and the world will be ours!" Rejoining the tour group, I began to notice things... shifting. The scent of sweat directed me to people's jugulars. The heat made me salivate. Yes, there would be a feast tonight!
"Travelers," I hissed. "I saw a path leading back to base camp, this way." A smirk began to develop on my face. "There's just a bit of a drop."
The dropbears adopted me as their own. All that was left was a hollow shell of a man. I can still hear their screams... "Tear, rip, shred, bloodlet the world and the world will be ours!" Rejoining the tour group, I began to notice things... shifting. The scent of sweat directed me to people's jugulars. The heat made me salivate. Yes, there would be a feast tonight!
"Travelers," I hissed. "I saw a path leading back to base camp, this way." A smirk began to develop on my face. "There's just a bit of a drop."