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I'll change it to be longer if needed.
@Dirty Dan If what you think it is is a cropped image of Opal from Steven Universe getting bukkake'd, then yes it is. Otherwise no. Don't worry, that has nothing to do with my character.
I believe I expressed my interest here before. May I be one of the three applicants?
hello am here for show interest
Mycellium sized up the new arrival, attempting to understand the words that were spoken. However, Mycellium was still not truly capable of understanding speech, and was honestly quite confused. How had he come this far without an ally? Had the forest made an error? The fungus would never allow such a creature through, unless... It had fought it's way here. Killing fungus. This thought finally provoked Mycellium into reacting. Screaming as loud as possible, it began attempts to ward off the horrid murderer.

"WAAAAAAAAAAHWAHAWHAHMPPPPPPPPPPWAHHHHHHH"
Shivani versus Dante? Would that really be a fair fight? He's slain Satan... Several times. And he can like, teleport, without a recharge.
Other options include using some magicks to slow your fall. Or land in the trees.
Sir Frederick Selous and George Melons - Athas


Sir Frederick climbed into the back of the machine monster, and gave a sigh. Ah well, at least there was a weapon crate... Probably something inside worthwhile. As he cracked it open, his eyes opened wide with delight. A strange, sparkling weapon with a huge shining scope and a golden shine... The label said "Hybridification". Fascinating gun, no ammunition, no place to load the ammunition, at least... "This will do nicely," he licked his lips.

George Melons had seen something he liked, too. But it wasn't a traditional weapon, no. In the center of the crate was a syringe, filled with a roiling and bubbling brown liquid. A liquid he recognized. "Is... Is that... Holy SHIT!" he grabbed it up, shooting it into his veins with a speed that could only be described as "greedy". His pupils dilated, and his eyes turned a dark yellow, for a moment. Then, he was back to normal. "Now that's gonna come in handy." With that, George Melons climbed himself into the turret seat.
Mycellium had not slept. It never slept, after all, but it slept even less this night. Less than none? It was a confusing problem, not one Mycellium had the capacity of mind to consider. All it knew was that so much beautiful fungus, so much life... Was gone, destroyed. And for what sake? So that this band of "heroes" would continue their journeys? Assuming they would allow him to spread spores anywhere, would it ever make up for this devastating blow? Perhaps not. A slow "mwomp" sound came forth from Mycellium's strange maw, almost pensive.

That was when it viewed the stranger approaching. With a loud "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMAHAHAHMMMMMMMMMMMMM" it screeched out like a horn, alerting the others.
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