Grey Goo Scenario #1
So, off the patches and the durries, now. As mentioned earlier, nicotine patches give you crazy, inception adventure dreams. This sounds fun, but there's always a high level of either violence, horror, danger, or over-arching dread to them. This is probably due to having a toxic stimulant pumped into your epidermis while you're in a state of deep sleep.
Hearing about other people's crazy dreams isn't fun, in fact, it's kind of the worst. We get it. Everyone's dreams are weird. Shut up. But to briefly explain where the above image came from:
I knew about half of the people around me weren't really people. They were actually semi-human things made of a constantly dripping grey goo, with jets of fire shooting out of their chests, like crude, stop-motion animation made from cut out bits of yellow and red paper. I could tell from the feeling of unease they gave off, and the menacing way they touched people with their fore and middle fingers. They looked like people though. Just like people.
It wasn't until I found the old manuscript in the attic where I saw what they actually were: medieval-style illustrations of them lurching around in their grey, gooey forms. Leaning forward with their arms outreached, the heaving masses of viscous sludge piling over the backs of their necks so the tops of their skulls were level with their shoulders. I turned the page and saw the (possibly exaggerated) outcome of their sinister touch. It showed a horse, first touched by the creatures, then small incisions appeared all over the horse, then blood streamed out like fire from the hand-length cuts, then the poor beast exploded in a red mist.
I'd seen people I knew touched by these things. I was scared for them.
Then it all got a bit weird and there was a crawl-space, a helicopter, something about Martinborough and all sorts of other unlikely shit.
END! Be well, samelings.