You decide to continue your game of Xenoblade Chronicles 2. You had to continue eventually. You left off in Mor Ardain, tasked by Morag with finding the artificial Blade. However, you took a long break as a certain aspect of the game had turned you off, but now you needed to push past it and… wait…
That’s right. Just because you didn’t have the right Blades, you were stuck waiting for the mercs to come back… Ugh. You just wanted to get back to the main story! The thought of just twiddling your thumbs until the game let you play again just… put you… to sleep…
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“Urgh! What’s taking so long!?” A bitter voice filled the air, snapping you awake.
That voice… wasn’t it Mythra’s? You shake off the remaining sleepiness. As your vision clears, you expect to see the familiar TV in front of you, but instead, you’re greeted with a dry, desolate wasteland. Off in the distance, you could make out the vague shapes of humans loafing about.
You move forward for a better view, only to stumble, for lack of a better word. Slimy ooze spreads thin against the cracked ground. You hadn’t realized until now that your fleshy form was no more, reduced to this… slime. What happened to you? And how do you fix it? You’ve only been a slime for a minute at most, but it left you feeling lesser. You needed a body. Hell, it didn’t even have to be your body.
So you slink forward until the small group of people enter your view. You’d be more shocked if you weren’t a slime, but unquestioningly, the gang before you is none other than the cast of Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Rex, Mythra, Nia, Dromarch, Tora, and Poppi.
“Forget it. If we have to wait for the mercs to come back, I might as well do it at the hot springs.” Mythra commented as she got up and left. Rex stretched a hand to stop her, but ultimately decided against angering the Aegis’ touchier half.
Mythra walked past you, barely batting an eye at the stain on the ground. You, on the other hand, felt your body ignite. From your low angle, you could see every amazing inch of the Aegis: Slender legs, impossible curves, breasts that could make any woman jealous, and an outfit that showed it all off perfectly. Now there was a body. If you were going to go from ooze to something human, why not take the best body you could find?
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