《The Weirdest Trip》 The First Trip The First Trip I shouldn''t feel too anxious, but I can''t help it. Though, whether my anxiety stemmed from excitement or fear? I do not know. My friend messaged me about fifteen minutes ago. ''I got some good stuff yesterday. Wanna meet up, bro?'' and against my better judgment, here I am, strolling down the street with a hood over my head and my hands in my pockets... ?Yooo! Dude, you actually came? Nice!? ?Y-Yeah. So... What did you get? Bud?? ?Nah, bud is for babies, dude. What I got here is a bag of them psu... psylo... uhh... psilocybes! That''s it, man!? ?What are those?? ?How should I know!? It''s shrooms, dude! I got shrooms!? He wiggled a suspicious transparent bag filled with dried fungi in front of my face. ?I dunno, man... I guess flower is fine, but shrooms? Yikes, my dude.? ?But this isthestuff, man. I munched a couple of ''em and even your ugly mug looks pretty now. You''re sounding really blue though... You gotta take a few and cheer up. It''s worth it, trust me.? The very scent of the mushrooms was downright repulsive, but hell... Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I yoinked the bag out of his careless hands and munched down its contents, all at once, trying my hardest not to throw up the mushy mucus I found myself chewing on for nearly half a minute. ?Dude, what? Haha! You''re mental! Niiice...? And so I sat down and began waiting for the hit, listening to my friend rambling on and on and on about his bizarre experiences under the influence of the hallucinogens, as psytrance blasted from his portable speaker. ''This is what you have to listen to when you''re on shrooms'', he insisted... At first, I didn''t quite get what the hell he meant by that, but slowly I began to understand, as the bizarre sounds began to repaint my very perception to the picture of their eccentric tones. With every boom of the bass, I felt my vision distorting into obscurity, and with every outlandish noise wailing in voices unknown to man, I slowly lost the grasp of reality, as the scenery shifted into a twirling mess of oversaturated colors. The depressing grey shell of the concrete jungle now found itself full of life, painted in the shades of fantastical environments untarnished by the hand of man. I found understanding behind the meaning of heightened consciousness and out of body experiences, as I felt what I can only assume to be my soul drifting through space and time itself to the entrancing rhythm of the rumbling synthesizers.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. I no longer heard a word of what my friend said, and even the music, which orchestrated my spiritual awakening, slowly faded into far reaches of my awareness. The abstract being I had become, gradually began to take shape once more. I felt my head expanding to comical proportions, as though re-enacting the events of the big bang that once gave reality birth. Thus, my consciousness had reached its apex. My legs began to melt down and weave across eternity, puncturing through all that dared obstruct their conquest. And thus, my existence bore its roots deep into the very structure of the universe I had now become one with. In that moment of absolute euphoria, I had become of an elevated existence. It was then, that a twisted being began to draw near. Though at the present time, I was unable to see, my sixth sense had awakened in full force, and as such, my vision was far clearer than mere eyes could ever hope to perceive. I found myself alert in the face of an approaching adversary. A grotesque mutant of incomprehensible stature cast a deep shadow above my exalted existence, bringing the night to the paradise of my mind. I felt the face of the terror involuntarily twisting into a wicked crescent grin when the cursed green hand of the malformed beast reached out to me, as though the very devil himself was now in pursuit of my newly acquired divinity. Though my mind terrified, my soul was yet disheartened. Through my heightened consciousness, I began to channel the arcane powers, abundant in the space that held me in its embrace, to combat the impending doom,which now threatened my very existence. The universe echoed the silent screams of my helpless plea, but of what followed, I do not know of, as even the perception of my sixth sense began to falter in the answer of the cosmos. Endless clouds of cosmic dust came forth, immersing all in their purifying clutches. Both myself and the demon. The cradle of the galactic spores, however, brought but comfort to me, yet when faced with the very same onslaught of stellar energy, the demon roared out a disoriented and deathly shriek. I trembled, as the hideous wail rippled through my transcendent tranquility. Though the words clouding my mind were left unuttered, my mute prayers found themselves answered. The twisted, imperfect being, that had laid its bloodshot eyes on me, began to topple. The shadow it had cast over me, no longer persisted, and colors made their triumphant return to the realm of my imagination. The carcass of the gargantuan now laid down lifeless on the soil which my ever expanding existence had already established as its rightful territory. Its tainted spirit began fading out of existence in an attempt to join the cycle of life and death once more, but with forces extrasensory, my existence acted in retribution, bringing justice to the corrupt soul. An abundance of the very essence of life itself began to flow towards me. As though dancing flames, shapeless and careless, without design, yet as though flowing water all the same, heavy and substantial, taking form in accordance to influences of external origin. Vitality, embodied by forces of arcane, shifting through the vibrant colors expressed in excess, as within the deepest depths of my very mind itself, drifted inwards through the graceful roots of my very existence, woven across the lands of eternity. The forces of malice, which desperately tried to rid me of my life, had now but reinforced it. Light pierced through into my consciousness, bathing me in its warmth.
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The Second Trip The Second Trip As though God himself so willed, the blank slate of my perception found itself painted blue as the skies on a bright summer day...
Species: Magic Mushroom
Level: 1
Soul: Inferior
Abilities: Spore Puff - I
Soul Absorption - I
Mycelium Manipulation - I
Extrasensory Perception - III
My thoughts addled and my mind still muddled, the colorless squiggles scribbled against the azure backdrop were nothing more to me than incomprehensible alien hieroglyphs. The cryptic code presenting itself in the depths of my consciousness, however, I felt to be of little importance. I made my lulling descent down from the astral plane, as the soul-assimilation induced euphoria finally began to dwindle. The cosmic powder I had commanded, began to disperse along with the ecstasy, and my senses became clear once more. The embrace of space no longer held me within its clutches. Giant pillars of organic crust shot up from the lush grounds in quantities uncountable as far as the third eye could see. Mythical moss of unbelievable proportions slowly began to take shape over the roots that had bound my otherworldly existence into the essence of the universe itself. Light of the realm of the ascended bloomed down upon me from the heavens above. Indistinctive shapes stained in the brightest of shades broke the cohesion, as they twisted carelessly across the scenery, burning their beauty permanently onto the canvas of my mind. The embodiment of mysoul kept expanding throughout the lands unknown, indiscriminately piercing through thick and thin. As with my body, my senses broadened their horizons all the same, but as is with all good things in life, and even thereafter, my enlightening journey through the foreign soil would eventually come to an unfortunate end...
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The sapphire shades invaded my mind once more, calming my conquest down. Though I had regained my composure, the inability to comprehend the cerulean language still remained. I felt depressed for the first time since my spiritual awakening. An unhealthy uncertainty struck me out of the blue, as I found myself lost as what to do... Or perhaps even whether or not I could do anything in the first place. Now but a breathless body floating about in the river of life. What was phantasmal began to shift to shades far bleaker, and the bright colors glowing around me in abundance slowly lost their vibrancy, their life. The grey that had kept me captive my whole life now imprisoned me once more. Though no beams of cold steel would keep me in my place, and no slabs of colorless concrete would obstruct my advance, neither were necessary to contain my existence anymore.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Whether my journey of awakening was about to reach its end, or whether this was the beginning of something far grimmer than I dared imagine, I''m in the dark of the fact as much as I lie lifeless in the gray which now surrounds me. My vision began to distort into obscurity once more. The smooth smears that once bent reality upside down now found themselves replaced by sharp ripples that tore reality into pieces without restraint. My perception felt itself being ripped apart, and the helpless being I was in the eyes of destiny, I graciously accepted my fate... A shadow cast far over the remnants of reality. The being, of which the image of the shade had been shaped according to, stood barely distinguishable from the star-scraping pillars of bark it slowly crept in between of. The ground trembled in the wake of the ever heavier stomps, as the wooden tendrils extending at the end of its extremities dug deep into the soil I had the audacity to believe to be mine. But alas, my pain wasn''t limited to having the land, of which I had mistakenly thought myself to be the sovereign of, ravaged to shreds. The web of my consciousness that I had carefully woven beneath the crust of the earth, found itself being lacerated as the menacing enigma tore the grounds over. Though at first suspected that to be punishment for my arrogance, I knew better. I wasn''t significant enough to even warrant the slightest thought directed towards my puny existence. Exalted, divine? Hah... Within this obscure realm of aberrance, I''m but an ant in the face of terrors far beyond men. The night had come to stay and to my dismay, the grey kept a steady course towards black. I finally understood, that the demon whose soul I had absorbed and whom I thought to be the very devil himself, despite extending far beyond the size of my present vessel, was none more than a mere child compared to what lurked in the shadows. The limber timber limbs, which stretched out into reaches far beyond what was humanly possible, now sought me in their grim embrace. The imposing being kneeled before me, and once more, the hand of the devil himself reached out to me, though now in a shape abyssal and bizarre. The grotesque beast and its wicked grin ignited but fear in my heart. Mere fear being a far more attractive alternative for what I faced now... A warm, kind smile, with which the seemingly compassionate creature concealed its true intent, accompanied by a gentle hand calmly reaching out to me, made me feel something far more terrifying than what a monster that acted but on its instinct could ever hope to ignite within me. I was left me conflicted, disturbed and anxious. My doubts were soon answered, and it would seem that things are as they say after all. Danger always strikes when you least expect it. As though lightning striking down without a cloud in sight, splitting the heavens in two, my being had been separated from the roots that had anchored its existence into this very sphere, tearing my spirit in half. Though I felt my consciousness fading, my perception would live on to witness the last seconds of my fate. The last thing I saw before the lights in my mind would finally dim, was the sight of the gentle verdant eyes warping into a psychotic squint, glistening with unadulterated evil. The woodland reaper, whom now showed its true colors, had deemed my soul ripe for the picking...