Today you’re a giant psychic worm who lives on a planet that
consists almost entirely of sand who tends to like wrecking machinery.
Today you’re going to see a pod of other worms making their
way through the deep duneseas of Arrakis.
“HEY GUYS!” you’ll shout to your worm friends.
They’ll act like you didn’t say anything and keep worming
along to wherever they’re worming.
Probably some place sandy.
You’ll sigh.
“Whatever, dicks.”
You won’t realize that you’re the only giant psychic worm in
this particular area who communicates verbally with others, because you’re not
very perceptive and even though no one’s ever spoken to you in life ever
(except for screaming people attached to or around the machinery you wreck)
your haven’t caught on that you are well and truly alone in the world.
You’ll decide to burrow your way up to the ice caps and hang
around water for a while, even though it can kill you, just so you can feel a
little alive for a change.
It is difficult to be a giant worm with the power of speech
Congratulations Worm!
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